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Reckless Abandon Ch. 01

By: Gossamer71



Michelle was standing in front of me on the subway. We had known each other for a few years and we're pretty good friends. When we were at parties we always had fun. We dirty danced and flirted but nothing ever came of it. Well, except that time that she was standing behind me and I reached up her skirt, rubbing her clit a few minutes until she came hard on my fingers. Of course, I didn't know it was her at first. 

She would always tease me at the parties. A hot deep kiss or a caress of the groin but she never went further. She always bragged about the blow job she could give me but never did. She was a tease pure and simple.

Michelle was in her mid thirties and was showing signs of being her age. She was getting the little lines all women get from stress and life at her age. I personally thought it made her look better. She had a beautiful face and very pretty green eyes. Eyes as green as sea mist when the breakers are coming ashore. Her hair was very long and corn silk in color. It was soft as kitten's fur. She was about 5 foot and curvy. She loved to joke around. She had a comforting laugh. This was odd since her voice was deep and raspy from smoking for many years. 

As we rode the subway, we laughed at some of the people that were in the car with us. Some people just in a rush but going nowhere and some lost in paperwork. She pointed out a young couple in the back of the car opposite of where we were. They were engrossed in each other and kissing passionately, as if the only two on the car. Then again everyone was so engrossed in themselves that nobody noticed, except us. They were kind of tucked into a corner, but we had a good view of them.

Michelle and I chatted about how they must have been so horny they couldn't wait to get home. They were kissing, caressing and generally getting off on one another. I pointed out how this girl was stroking the guys cock through his pants. Michelle pointed out that he had his hand up under her skirt. I could not help it, I was getting excited.

We stopped at then next station and a large group of people moved out of the car and an even larger group moved in. We shifted around as to not get trampled and wound up about ten feet from the couple. We were packed in tight like sardines. The couple looked up and noticed us watching. They said something to each other as the car began to lurch and leave the station. Without missing a beat, the couple went back to their public display of affection. Michelle and I went back to being the observers, now with a better view.

The girl was really working his cock now. He was becoming flushed with excitement. She was also becoming more brazen. She was a lovely girl in about her early twenties and he seemed the same and was ruggedly handsome. She was thin but athletically toned and he had the physique of a jogger. Her loose skirt was about mid thigh and allowed him the room to maneuver his hand up under her skirt without moving it much. Michelle and I got a glimpse of her when he adjusted his hand. She was shaved smooth and had no panties on. His fingers were working her clit and her chest heaved as he brought her close to climax.

The teasing they were doing to each other went on for a few more stops until the only people in the car were Michelle, the couple and me. We had been sitting a few seats away from them when the girl asked Michelle something in a low voice and Michelle nodded in agreement. The car once again lurched and we were moving. The girl then leaned over and took the gentlemen's cock out and began to stroke it.

His cock was like he was, tall and lanky. She worked it deftly with her fingers. Michelle told me that the girl had asked if we minded them getting off and she said no. The girl then took him in her mouth and worked his cock with her hands and lips. I have to tell you this was getting me really hard.

Michelle commented, "Looks like fun, huh?"

I replied, "Looks like a blast!"

With that Michelle reached over and started to rub my cock through my jeans. She ran her fingers up and down the length. She unzipped my fly and moved my cock through the hole in my boxers and out of my jeans. She teased the head with her pierced tongue and licked at the slit on the top of my cock. This oozed precum out and she tasted it with pleasure.

The young couple had stopped for a moment to comment to each other about the masterful way that my cock was being worked by my friend. Finally she moved onto his lap and lowered herself on his cock. She held her skirt up slightly so that we could see his cock as it pumped in and out of her. She had a look of lustful abandon on her face as he fucked her with increasing force. 

Meanwhile, Michelle worked my cock in and out of her mouth as if she could not get enough. She was moaning as she moved her head up and down. The reason for her moaning was now evident. She had slipped her hand up under her own skirt and was fingering her pussy as fast as she was sucking me off. 

Across the car the girl shouted out woefully, "Make me fucking cum Carl!"

"Oh you whore Betty," he grunted back just as they both came with loud moans.

Michelle sucked faster on my cock and let out a cry as she came all over her fingers. Now let me tell you, Michelle is one of those women who can have a flooding orgasm. I thought for sure we would have a mess. However, she just groaned loudly with each spasm. 

She then concentrated on me. She worked her mouth on my cock for just a minute more and I shot loads of hot cum deep into her throat. 

The other couple arranged themselves to get off the subway and we followed suit. The young girl came over and said something to Michelle and gave her a note. That will be the adventure of chapter two.

Reckless Abandon Ch. 01



Alice could hear that familiar clock ticking again and it was getting louder. 

Tick, tock, tick, tock. 

Every hour, every minute, every second, she could hear it. When she was in the shower, when she was biking to work, when she was trying to eat the dinner she made (meaning heating up some crappy microwave dinner) and it was especially loud when she was staring at the ceiling in her bed, trying to sleep. She didn't know there were spots, one hundred sixty-eight of them, that were of the medium size variety.

It was the beating not of the hideous heart, hidden beneath the floorboards that betrayed her crimes, but of the clock nestled deep inside her body, that hideous biological clock that betrayed her womanly instincts and needs. 

Apparently, her body and mind had had a meeting without her one night and together, they had diabolically (if not mutinously) deemed that it was time to start procreating, leaving her with an aching inexplicable need to have a baby. Of course, at the fresh dewy age of twenty-nine and having no husband with that traditional white picket fence in the background waiting back home, or even a wedding ring from a non-existent boyfriend in sight, the chances of her having said baby were close to nil.

Who was she kidding? 

She didn't even stand the slight chance.

She sighed and dragged a hand through her blonde hair, glaring with blurry eyes at her computer monitor, as if that was that was the reason she didn't have any pictures posted up around her workspace or in her wallet, ready and waiting to be bragged with. But then again, it just might be why.

For the past five years, she had been steadily climbing up the cooperate ladder at the insurance agency she worked at, ignoring the ticking of her biological clock in favor of the clicking against a keyboard and the musical beeps of the copy machine. To her back then, that had been music to her ears, knowing that work was getting done and she was just one tinier step closer to reaching the top, gaining more control of the business and in the end, securing her future.

Of course, she hadn't counted on her biological clock finding the volume and cranking it up. What had caused this sudden urge?

"Alice?"

She jerked up and nearly fell from her chair out of shock, straightening after a small gasp and looked up at her friend Heather.

"O-Oh, hey! What's up?" she laughed apprehensively, seeking to dispel her previous and unpleasant thoughts.

Heather tilted her head to the side with a curious look, her curly red hair falling in a cascade as she crossed her arms over her chest with a slow knowing look. 

"Are you okay? I e-mailed you three times now and you haven't replied to one. I really need that report on the Sullivan case, or I'm stuck here."

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I haven't had any time to check," she moved her chair away from the cubicle opening and slammed her palms against the keyboard out of habit before typing away for several moments and pausing. With a sudden victorious smile, she hit "print" and slid her chair with a push of her heels and hands to the printer and handed it to Heather.

She took the pages limply, staring at Alice with a peculiar look for several minutes.

"Are you okay?" she repeated, this time sounding more worried than perturbed.

Alice frowned. "Yes. Why?"

Heather sighed and sat the edge of one of the attached desks in the cubicle, crossing her legs over each other to match her arms, the habit of vanity too hard to erase in the presence of a friend as her gray silk skirt hiked up a couple inches on her nylon-encased thighs. 

Alice had met Heather on her second day of work in a similar situation. Unable to keep up yet with the speed of the workplace, mostly because she had been busy fixing the god-awful grammar she had found in a report by some dumbass, a busty redhead had burst in like a bull in a Chinashop and had demanded hotly that she quit wasting her time and hand over the report already. Alice had cooly replied that whoever had written it needed to go back to third grade spelling and she would get the report when she got it and not before.

They became instant friends.

However odd their pairing, their friendship extended outside the workplace into the, lately rare, nightlife. Heather, with all her fiery passion and looks, had scored a husband three years ago however after dating him for four years and had since then, been trying to set up her single friend. Most of her attempts went abysmally, but she was trying, which in her book, was all that mattered.

"You only hold up the line on reports when you're either tired, frustrated or you have something on your mind. Since we haven't had a girl's night out in ages," she cast her an accusing glare for a moment. "It can't be sleep and you have your own little friend in the nightstand to take care of the second. So what's wrong?"

Alice smiled helplessly. How she envied her sometimes besides her bluntness. Three years of wedded bliss and she was still in love and glowing almost every morning. And as if that didn't put salt into the proverbial wound, then her fabulous good looks, excellent fashion sense or gorgeous husband would. 

Take your pick. 

So, perhaps the reason she had been skipping out lately on those nightly outings in favor of pajamas, a tub of Ben and Jerry's and a sappy love comedy, was because she truthfully felt insignificant standing next to Heather. 

Her own coloring was, in a word, drab. 

Pale blonde hair as opposed to golden, gray eyes to blue, pale skin when tan was better - yep. 

She honestly felt like a ghost sometimes in this Technicolor society. 

The only thing even close to acceptable was her lean form that she was secretly most proud of, even if her bust size was a little less than she might want. Such was the price of working out every day though. 

She looked up at Heather and heaved a sigh.

"I want a baby," she blurted out.

There was a pregnant pause in the air until she tilted her head to the side, regarding her with a quizzical, even a "well, duh" look.

"Seriously now? Does this have anything to do with your youngest brother having those twins?" she nodded her head to the few pictures at her work space, including a recent picture of a redheaded man and a sweaty, but content brunette holding a bundle of joy in each arm. The twins, Sarah and Rachel, would make kids #3 and #4 and yet, her younger brother Adam and his wife Georgia agreed they wanted at least two more kids. Talk about a disregard for world overpopulation.

Alice smiled at the picture, remembering her last visit to the house when she brought the customary pan of lasagna to relive them of some household duties, like making dinner that night. The house had been full of kids running around, toys skewed and abandoned in pursuit of a new game and the carpets obviously had seen better days, like before apple juice, grape juice, crayons, Play Doh, markers and the kids themselves were brought in.

Why did she get that aching need then whenever she visited her other siblings' houses, with similar disarray?

"It has been pretty obvious lately," Heather brought her back to earth. "Why else do you think I've been setting you up with men huh? Shits and giggles?"

Alice rolled her eyes and moved in her chair to return to her computer, since this wasn't going anywhere seriously.

"Aw, wait, wait. I got it. Fine," Heather chuckled and settled herself down more comfortably before checking her watch. "So your biological clock is ticking too, huh? Feel like someone turned it up to eleven volume yet?"

"For the past six months, yeah," Alice groaned, burying her hands into her hair again as she shrank her head down to the desktop. She gave a dramatic head bang three times before regarding Heather with a frown. It was hard to do with the side of her head on the table, but she managed.

"Wait - you're older than me. Why aren't you complaining?"

"Simple. I froze those little suckers a year after I got married. But anyway - how you're acting is perfectly normal. The big three-oh approaching and you're getting anxious. The expiration date on those room temperature eggs are running out and you're looking for a studly sperm donor that will heat you up and give you that healthy baby that could win contests in cuteness while you plan for his or her college tuition, right?" She cast her a sly grin.

Alice nodded, frankly astonished. Was she that transparent?

She laughed at her look. "How many siblings?"

"Three. All younger." 

"There you go! That actually does explain a lot - you had to play the mom and now you want to play it again, only this time, with your own little spawn. Plus, you're afraid you're going to turn into the weird spinster aunt everyone is creeped by who has a million cats," she grinned. "Tick tock, tick tock."

"Har har." Alice grumbled moodily, crouching over her keyboards.

Heather sat up and smoothed her skirt down before winking audaciously. "Just remember, thanks to my being the baby and having two older brothers, I got to meet a lot of eligible men before I settled on Tristan," Alice snorted. Tristan was hardly settling - a doctor, rich family, gorgeous face and who knows what else? She wanted to see was the ultimate godly goal was if that was settling. "So give me a call and we'll go out on the hunt for the ideal sperm bank, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. Sullivan report?" Alice reminded with a wry smile. Heather laughed as she left her cubicle and moved down the hallway.

Long after the muffled clicks of her heels faded, she stared at her computer screen. It seemed impersonal, to call a man a sperm bank, but in the end, she didn't see a husband in her future picture, cooing over their baby, coming home from work to an excited toddler or even someone to grow old with in her future. Perhaps, in her desperate and lonely mind, a baby was a way to ensure she wouldn't die alone, nor live the rest of her life alone. Morbid, but true.

Besides, she loved children and they loved her.

She stared for several moments before she pushed away at her desk, capturing the phone and quickly dialing in the number she had used over and over.

"7 o'clock tonight okay?"

The other end howled with laughter before hanging up.

The club was too loud, too smoky and everyone was dressed like a slut. Of course, so was Alice, so she had no right to complain. She inched her hand back to the hem of her skirt, only to have Heather smack her hand away again for the umpteenth time.

"No! Damnit, you have nice legs, so show them off!" she scolded with a scowl.

Alice cast her a murderous look. "This was your skirt, if you can call it that. Not to mention, you're about three inches shorter than me, making this skirt - dun, dun! Three inches shorter on me! It's practically a belt! If I walk too hard or too long, everyone will see exactly what color underwear I'm wearing." 

Her friend grinned, dancing slightly to the beat of the techno overhead, watching the swaying sweating bodies with envy over in the center of the club. "That's why I told you not to wear underwear but nooo - 'I'm not comfortable without underwear. What if someone gropes me and finds out?' Honey, at this rate, you'll be lucky to even get groped standing back here in the wallflower section. Then again, you could always shuck those panties and walk long so that everyone can see if you have a shaved pus-"

"If you want to dance, go ahead," Alice rolled her eyes and fidgeted with her skirt again with a glare. "I'm getting another drink."

With a mischievous smile, she disappeared into the mass of dancing people, leaving her alone. 

Why was she doing this, she asked herself. Artificial insemination was so much less embarrassing and frankly, the less she knew about her sperm donor, the better her life would be in the end. No custody battles, no face to associate with her child - her mother had told her two things to be careful with in life, because both were permanent. Her career, and who she had kids with. Doing artificial insemination, however, seemed so impersonal. So cold. Every kid deserved some male influence and she didn't want to deny that to her child. 

I could always adopt too, she thought to herself, dragging a hand through her hair before pausing, feeling as if someone was watching her.

Green.

That was her first thought as she stared across the very large club room at the man staring at her so frankly. He had brilliant green eyes that seemed to absorb the light all around him, making them glow with an exaggerated intensity. It took her several long minutes to drag her eyes away from his to notice his dark, almost black hair and the rest of him. Everything, much like his eyes, seemed to be exaggerated to something a little extra, especially his body. 

She blinked and rubbed at her eyes, almost disbelieving the sight of the handsome man and frowned when her vision cleared. He must have been an apparition to represent her misguided thoughts, because he was gone. She began to debate over her ability to even adopt if she was seeing things, turning to walk the few short steps to the bar and ordering an overpriced water bottle. She moved back to her wallflower spot an instant later and took a deep drink before feeling the weight of someone's stare once more on her. 

It was him again damnit!

She glared at him and took another drink, as if daring him to ruin her already "fabulous" night. He disappeared into the throng of people again when a crowd of clubbers passed by in front of her, laughing.

Alice sighed and looked behind her to the wall, hoping for a chair to sit at and finding that all the tall chairs and tables were taken by couples and groups of friends, talking excitedly and drinking. She took another sip and paused, regarding the empty bottle that had cost her almost three dollars for three drinks with a disappointed shake. She grumbled and placed it on a nearby table where two men were making out and deigned herself to maybe just one little dance before she grabbed Heather and reacquainted herself with the chocolate fudge brownie ice cream sitting in the freezer back home, granting her the ability to forget about stalker green eyes.

As she moved to blend herself into the quivering bodies and sweating dancers, she felt it again and looked back before gasping, the sound fading into the music overhead and the excited chatter all around.

Yep. Everything was definitely exaggerated about him. Standing there, surrounded by all the people around, he was half a head to a full head taller. Of course, his body had to make up for that height by also beefing him up to a size that could easily be a lumberjack in those old cartoons she used to watch every Saturday morning. Then again, she was kind of short and everyone looked big to her. From what little skin she could see past his shirt, jeans and jacket, it hinted that it would be a toasty golden brown in the light that wasn't the product of the local tanning salon, but rather, many trips to the sunny beaches around the world. So, from simply looking at him, she deduced jadedly that he goes to the gym a lot, probably is rich enough to go to all those beaches, and judging by the cut and fashionable wear of his jeans, he also can afford to look good. 

So why was she so damn attracted right now?

He smiled suddenly at her, a gleam of straight white teeth that stood out brighter against his tan face and approached with a purposeful stride before dragging her close to dance. Her protests died on her lips as she felt his hard body against hers. And when Nine Inch Nails "Closer" began, she knew that if she didn't get the big O right on the dance floor at the mercy of him, something was definitely wrong with her.

You let me violate you...You let me desecrate you...

He held her close, shifting her legs a little wider apart and slipped his hard thigh in-between, lifting his other hand to marvel, to worship her hair as he began to grind his hips to hers with the beat. 

He was demanding.

You let me penetrate you... You let me complicate you...

His hand began to massage her back, the backs of her arms as his other moved to the curve of her back, guiding her hips in an erotic sway she didn't know she could do. He shifted slightly and she could feel his hot arousal against her skirt and suddenly, she felt like she was wearing too many clothes, even in her corset and super-mini skirt. 

He had to be a player.

I wanna fuck you like an animal...I wanna feel you from the inside...

His hand dipped in-between their bodies and lifted her skirt just a little, not to go straight to her panties, but to feel the inside of her thighs. The back of his hand brushed across the smooth, silky skin and she shivered violently as they continued to dance. He lifted her chin up, stopping her from moving and lowered his head, taking her mouth with his, at first gently tasting her lips before he brushed them open in silent demand, tasting her with his tongue. 

He probably slept around a lot.

I wanna fuck you like an animal...My whole existence is flawed...

He hitched up her skirt higher and brushed his nails against where her hips met her thighs, the thin skin feeling every movement as he tasted her deeply, nipping at her lips and inviting her to taste him as well. Too far gone now to care about kissing an absolute stranger, she wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, if only to help her gain better access to his lips and kissed him passionately, licking his lips and tasting the inside of his mouth, fighting his tongue to better explore his devilish mouth as she rubbed against him, needful and hungry for more. 

He was full of himself.

I drink the honey, inside your hive...You are the reason I stay alive...

Finally, he slipped a hand inside her panties and touched her, right there and brushed against it idly as they completely stopped dancing in the middle of the dance floor, groping mindlessly at each other in an attempt to gain dominance. He broke from her lips to kiss her jaw, nip at her ears and blow his hot breath against her feverish skin.

"I live down the block."

He dipped his finger inside her. 

She couldn't say no. 

Not to the demands, not to being a player, not to him sleeping around a lot, not even to the arrogance.

She couldn't say no.

"Okay."

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Reckless Abandon Ch. 02



They ran home holding hands, or as fast as Alice could run in high heels. Everywhere, it seemed the city was cheering her on, telling her it was okay to sleep with a stranger after a nearly five year celibacy, even if he did just spontaneously molest her on the dance floor. 

The lights were bright on the streetlamps, the swirl of red brake lights running past, the buzz of traffic - all of it seemed over bright to her suddenly sensitive eyes. She was going to get laid! The adrenaline rush and the telltale wetness between her thighs only made her stand firmer on her decision when it came to this man. Every woman needs at least one man she can't say no to, and what better time to meet and bang him then on a one-night-stand? Maybe then, she could get over her baby craze, or even get started once she got a little practice. When they reached the apartment building he lived in, they cast sly grins at each other and raced up the stairs, eager to be the first to lay claim over the other's body, to tease and excite.

He murmured his door name against her ear at the door to his hall and she raced for it, the click of her heels against the carpet muffled, but offering a very tempting view. When Alice leaned against the door, casting him her best come-hither look, he growled low in his throat with arousal and kissed her hard against the wood, capturing her hands in his and moving them above her head. She gasped and moaned at the feel of his hard body rubbing against her. Ooo - a little bondage she didn't know she would like. She was learning a lot about herself tonight. 

With a quick move, she escaped the hold he had on her with his left hand, moving to open the door behind him. It didn't budge. She looked up at him with a pout, swallowing a pleading whimper of need.

Now where had that come from? she wondered.

He grinned smugly and jingled the keys in front of her nose before leaning closer to her and opening the lock with a flick, his scent overwhelming her senses. It smelled musky, not only of sweat from the overheated bar and faint traces cigarette smoke, but of old forests that had been untouched for years. It was clean, yet rustic.

She grasped the door handle again and it clicked open.

Alice didn't get to see much of the interior - she saw a few contemporary pieces, some picture frames which displayed old prints of people she would never meet and the colors of the room in the dim light appeared to be very organic, ranging from beige to moss green. But the room was a blur as he rushed her into his room and tossed her on the edge of the bed. 

Mm - black satin. 

From there, he proceeded to crawl on top of her, straddling her hips and leaning down to kiss her again, cupping his hands against her cheeks tenderly before drifting to her chest, zipping down the tight corset she wore. She gasped a sigh of relief, finally feeling free of the restraining boning and satin and ready to actually do something. Alice reached up and moved her hands to bring him closer as he began his masterful worshipping of her naked breasts. He seemed intrigued by them as he broke from her lips, massaging them gently, then a little harder, tweaking at her already hard nipples and studying the way they moved when he lifted her arms up over her head. His kissed her collarbone, teasingly scrapping his teeth against the delicate skin, earning a sigh and a soft moan of pleasure from her, before dragging his lips to the valley between her breasts in a series of butterfly kisses that sent chills of pleasure down her spine. He dragged the two mounds of flesh together and kissed the sudden cleavage before releasing them, chuckling with amusement against her skin when they bounced perkily back into place. It was safe to say this man was a boob kind of guy.

Shameless little hussies, she thought to herself and gasped when he licked the underside of her breast. Wait a minute - talk about the pot calling the kettle black!

"I- ah! don't even know your name."

He paused in his study and leaned up to kiss her softly, murmuring his name into her mouth and kissing her again, as if to taste it on her lips.

"Conan. Conan Douglas. A pleasure," he chuckled in his kiss. "To make your acquaintance."

Ooh - when he chuckled like that against her mouth, it did funny things to her insides she did not want to think about right now. Top that off with his slight sexy accent she couldn't quite place and she just might contemplate things to do with him that extended beyond tonight and the ever growing hardness that was rubbing against her belly.

"I'm Alice. Alice Chute."

"Well, Alice, Alice Chute, we might as well get some questions out of the way while we're here and talking."

Huh?

He leaned back down and nuzzled a breast before taking a nipple into his mouth to suck at, nearly sending her off the bed. And while he was doing this, the devil take it, he was stripping her of her skirt, moving that as far down her legs as he could reach. He smiled at the sight of her lacey black thong and slipped a finger underneath one strap.

"Nice," He fingered the lace. "Just need to get over the usual docking procedure before two people who love each other very much-" he laughed as she swat at him with irritation. "First of all - any diseases?"

How could he be able to talk, especially right now when he was playing with her boobs with one hand and getting close to making the one place on her aching feel so much better? It was like he was at a business meeting or an interview!

"Ah- no."

"Sure about that?"

"Positive."

"Me too."

He smiled up at her and moved to take the other nipple in her mouth, as if to reward her. She wiggled with excitement, shocked to hear the moans of pleasure coming out of her mouth. She was not a moaner, much less a noisy girl and look what she had been reduced to the moment some hot stranger came along.

"Alright then. Are you on the pill?"

As he asked, he dipped a finger into her wet heat after removing her panties and spreading her legs wide on either side of him. She shrieked her shock and growing anticipation, nearly coming off the bed. Screw foreplay, this is what she needed!

"No," she admitted quietly, looking at him pleadingly.

Douglas quirked a brow with a mysterious smile and slipped out his finger, much to her disappointment and sucked on the glistening liquid coating it, watching her with dark hungry eyes. 

That couldn't be all her on his finger, could it? 

He leaned back and stared at her for the longest time, his green eyes moving slowly, taking in the sight of her pale naked body. After several minutes, she could feel her cheeks burning with embarrassment and lifted a hand to cover herself when he grasped her wrist.

"No. Just a little longer. I want to see you more," he whispered huskily. She stared at him, watching him shake just a little and the sight of him fully clothed while she was wearing nothing but a smile and high heels (which he seemed very disinclined to remove) was highly arousing. She flushed as she felt her bottom half grow hotter and much wetter.

He growled his appreciation at the night of her sprawled out naked in front of him and kissed her belly, widening her legs.

"So," he began with a nonchalant tone. "Do you want to continue?"

She gapped at him and threw back her head when he gave a long swipe of his tongue across her aching folds. 

When had she graduated to dirty talk? There was that boyfriend back in college she had, but those few awkward times on her dorm bed while her roommate was sexiled, they had never been hot like this, never been so...so wicked like this.

"I won't do that again until you answer," he teased.

What was the question again? Oh yeah.

"Y-Yes," she whispered. She looked at him directly then, disliking the meek virgin archetype she seemed to be falling into with him. "But I want to see you first. It's hardly fair that I'm freezing my ass off while you're still dressed."

He laughed suddenly, seemingly oddly shocked by her audacity and leaned back to ripe off his jacket, then shirt.

Oh. My oh my.

Now here was something that could eat crackers - no, powdered donuts since that was way harder to clean - in her bed anytime.

She had been right to think he went to the gym regularly like she did. She didn't think he could look that magnificent however.

Instead of the standard six-pack that had graced her junior high locker in the form of soft-core porn or idol worship - whichever - this was an eight pack of pure muscle. Just watching him breath, watching him move, made those delicious-looking muscles twitch and stretch tight with him. He turned away and sat down to take off his shoes and socks - even that looked sexy once she got over the sight of his tight butt. Even the few scratches and scars on his back were sexy.

"Now your pants." If that was the appetizer, what would be the main course?

"Aye Mistress," Douglas chuckled as he lifted himself off the bed and set to work on his belt, undoing the leather strap and dragging his pants down his legs.

Mmm... his legs were finely toned and as golden as the rest of his body. 

Even the dark hair on his legs looked sexy.

God, she needed to get laid more if she was thinking that. And what a coincidence, judging by the fairly high tent of his boxers, she would be starting tonight. Alice sat up on the bed and crawled to the edge, noticing that it had twitched just a bit when she moved. He took a step closer to the edge of the bed, his eyes growing darker and darker with arousal as she slipped a hand beneath the waistband of his boxers and slipped them down to his knees, his cock popping out and standing proud and high. The skin there was virtually blemish-free, boasting of only veins, a dark red head that was rearing its shiny head and a girth around that made her lick her lips with anticipation.

My oh my. How was she going to measure up to that when she could only pathetically count on her hand the number of times she had sex? 

Alice looked up at Douglas, startled by the raw look of not only excitement on his face, but of pride and even a little vulnerability. She reached out and moved to wrap a hand around the base and found her fingers couldn't even meet.

Yep.

This would do the job.

As her old roommate used to say, when jumping over a chasm, it's better to do it in one leap than two and this big boy looked like it could be the bridge over that!

She rubbed a few times at the velvety skin, marveling at how hard and hot he was when she saw a drop of his pearly pre-cum dew at the head. She leaned down, brushing back her hair behind her ear and dragged her tongue across curiously, finding it to have a salty-sweetness she didn't dislike. She looked up at him again.

The look he gave her was of stark possession and shock.

Alice smiled up at him audaciously, feeling suddenly very mischievous and moved to take the head of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue across the sensitive underside, tracking the veins with just the very top. She felt him shudder in her mouth and giggled, feeling him shudder even more violently after that. He took a step towards the bed, careful not to do anything that might make this end and sat on the edge. Spreading his legs wide to let her continue to lick at the sensitive head before attempting to take as much of him as she could in her mouth while sucking on him simultaneously, his already tight body tightened with a desperate need for control. He hissed, gasped then moaned softly, dragging a hand through her long hair, encouraging her. She beamed to herself and began to bob her head slowly up and down, maintaining the sucking action while being careful not take too much in and ruin the whole moment. She felt a great deal of pride when he gasped out, "I'm going to cum," and threw back his head, the starting trickle of his cum hitting the back of her throat. She continued after swallowing, wanting to taste more of him, to give him pleasure, and of course, make him think back to this moment when he thought of his best blow job. He roared then in his climax, leaving her in the end licking her lips with a saucy smile. 

He fell back on the bed, gasping for breath, a fine sheen of sweating coating his brow and body as his proud solider stood down and began to grow limp. He dragged her close and kissed the top of her head as his breath began to even out.

"Turn over," he growled into her ear. Alice looked up at him with confusion, and shifted to lie on her belly in compliance. Why bother to argue? He rumbled his approval and slipped away from the bed, hiking her hips up and placing her on her knees, spreading them wide open for his viewing pleasure. Again, for several minutes, he gazed at her, now in the most intimate way and she felt the urge to cover herself, embarrassed. However, before she could do that, he pressed his face against her, breathing in her scent and tasting her with a very assured lick.

With a tongue like that, he could look as long as he wanted! Alice thought to herself, gripping the sheets as he wrapped his hands around her legs, holding the front of her thighs to steady her and began his feast. He took his time, tasting her essence and teasing her into a wild frenzy. He would nip at the lips oh so softly, then proceed to tongue-fuck her hard before a slipped a finger, then two inside, moving them quicker and quicker in pace with his tongue. Finally, when he adjusted her hips up even more, he pressed his hot tongue to her clit and sent her climaxing on the spot.

Years, months, days, hours, minutes, second - she didn't know how much time passed before her vision adjusted and she was back in his room, his headboard reappearing and feeling his hot tip press against her tender wet folds.

Oh good Lord - that wasn't going to fit. Even blowing it had taken effort, but that- that going inside her-

Before she could even protest however, half of him was thrust in and she was singing Soprano.

He paused and leaned over her back, grasping her breast with one hand and the other playing with her clit. She felt herself relax almost instantly and another couple inches slid tightly into her.

"Don't. Move." He shuddered against her back and continued to massage her clit until she felt all of him slide into her. 

"Wouldn't dream of it," she moaned and his hot breath tickled her neck in a short laugh before he slow slide out and slammed back into her.

After that, he slowly began to speed up as he would slide almost everything out, then slide it back in. Thankfully, he was gentle at first, as if used to women having to learn to adjust to his size, but then, as she relaxed entirely, he began to gain force, slamming against her and pumping hard. 

Alice rarely had done doggy-style but at this angle, he was hitting all the right spots and buttons that were sending her into a frenzy, clawing at his sheets and moving her body with his as she cried out her pleasure and pleas for more. With a grunt, he withdrew and tossed her on her back, sliding back into her without missing a beat. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he tightly thrust into her, kissing her, biting her lips and neck. 

With a sudden cry, she felt herself climax again into a thousand fragments and when she returned back into her body, he was cradling her head against his neck, her teeth deep in his throat. She could taste a different essence of him now.

Alice withdrew with slow horror, but Douglas silently assured her when he kissed her hard and growled against her lips, "We're not done yet."

My oh my.



Reckless Abandon Ch. 03



She first woke to the feel of the warm sun on her skin, then to the chirping of the birds outside the window as they chattered amiably to the other birds in the tree partially shadowing the room. She moved for a moment and stopped, feeling full. A wicked smile curved her lips as she slide down a little, a couple more inches of him filling her and making her hot for more already. It must have been around the time they decided it was time to sleep, close to dawn, that he slipped himself inside her, assuring her that a one-night stand was not complete without a morning quickie. 

He had taken her in so many ways and in so many rooms last night. The bed had only been the start in a series of furious fucking, then slow sensual lovemaking, then wet and wild monkey sex. Afterwards, they couldn't keep their hands off each other on the floor, the shower, the kitchen counter and back to the bed. It was like being on a treasure hunt for the most orgasms. Not that she had let him be a complete he-man - oh no. She had woken him up at some point in-between their naps, taking him hard and bruising on top much to his utter delight.

She stretched and curled up close against his neck, still feeling slightly guilty about biting him that first time. He had returned the favor the last bout, looking completely unashamed that he had bitten her, mirroring the wound she had given him. Yes, she would do whatever to get him and his bites more often, especially since she had gotten used to the size of him after the third or fourth time. 

And now that it was a new day, maybe she could make use of his morning woody that was deep in her before taking a shower and making breakfast. She rolled over, a goofy smile on her lips to greet him and suddenly shrieked as she fell away from the bed.

His skin was smoking as if he were on fire!

"Ohmigod, ohmigod, what the-" She chanted, panicking and dragging a hand through her hair over and over, tugging at the ends. She darted to the window and violently yanked the curtains closed, smothering the room in complete darkness, quickly looking back at him. The smoke had greatly reduced the moment that the sun had stopped touching him. 

Alice fingered the drape fabric with a dubious eye.

Heavy velvet. 

Much too hot for summer.

That is, if you could go out in the day during summer...

She cast an eye back at the one who had been the greatest lover to date (on her list anyway) and sagged her shoulders.

It only figured she would sleep with the only vampire at the club.

* * *

Conan Douglas woke up a second time, this time without the horrific pain that had had consumed his entire being and sat up in that eerie way vampires did upon awakening. Honestly, he didn't know how or why he did it. He just did. He groaned and threw back the covers from the bed, adjusting his body to the side in a deep stretch, cringing for a moment at the various half-healed blisters moving with him, paper-thin skin stretching beyond its limits. He was going to have to hunt tonight if he wanted to heal fully by tomorrow, thanks to forgetting to close the drapes.

"Hey."

He shouted and stood up, ready to attack with lengthened fangs and clenched fists when he saw that it was her. 

Alice. 

She was still here. 

Even if she was in the farther corner in a chair, curled up with her legs against her chest, looking at him with stark accusation. It didn't matter that he had lost all the trust he had gained... well, it sort of did, but she was still here and he could gain it back. Somehow. 

He had to if he wanted back in that damn bed with her in it.

He sat back down at the edge of the bed, sagging his shoulders forward and hissing softly when his skin protested again, but thankfully didn't bleed.

"You saw, didn't you?"

"Yeah."

Silence.

"I also closed the curtains together," she paused, her voice trembling just the tiniest. To him, that was a sign he was willing to take as good. Then again, at this point, he was grasping at any good signs that would allow him back in her bed. He couldn't forget it, couldn't forget her. It wasn't every often that he found someone so passionate, so willing, so demanding and so unafraid to ask - no, demand - for what she wanted.

"Thanks."

More awkward silence. 

So what now? 

Thanks for the lay, hope to see you again sometime while you're still young? Somehow, he had a feeling she wouldn't appreciate that mortality jib that was always popular at his bars. He didn't think anyone liked being reminded that they might die one day, especially by someone like him.

"You're a vampire," she accused quietly, her voice shaking. 

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

He gave a dry laugh and leaned back, hoping to show off his chest to remind her that he was still the same as last night. She did seem fascinated with his stomach for some reason.

"Honestly, would I have told you, knowing this is the reaction you would have?"

She watched him with those cool gray eyes and shook her head slowly, her messy hair moving fluidly with her head. She hadn't even bothered to take care of herself, she was that afraid that she couldn't even sneak five minutes to brush her hair and wash her face because the big bad vampire was in the other room and might attack. He could feel his heart sinking with despair. 

"I suppose not. It doesn't change that we won't see each other again anyway."

He blew a raspberry and rolled his eyes.

"What? What does that mean?" she demanded hotly, a sudden flush coming to her cheeks. There we go - she noticed his chest and his growing erection. 

"Not likely," he sat up and walked to her, wincing when she stood up and took several steps to the side, her hand desperately seeking against the wall. Honestly, his race needed to throw more money at the P.R if this is what was going to happen every time he slept with a woman. All those movies about soulless demons ripping out the throats of helpless virgins was not helping him one bit. Well, he was a sort of demon, but damnit, he had self-control!

He moved against her, enjoying the feel of his robe on her, the soft cloth brushing against his erection. 

"W-what do you mean?"

Douglas inhaled her scent and sighed against her ear.

"Because. I impregnated you and I keep what's mine."

* * *

"You did what?!" she shrieked, clenching a fist and getting ready to sock him a good one, despite how unwise that seemed after seeing him with bared fangs. Yuck. "How the hell can you- I thought you guys were living dead and sterile! What the hell happened to a condom?!"

He sighed and rubbed his aching ears before slanting her a look of amused exasperation. 

"Sterile? Living dead? What vampire romance novels have you been reading lately? I'm quite alive, in case it wasn't obvious between the bed and back to the bed with all those times in-between," he reminded with an audacious leer. She flushed brightly. "So no, my seed is just as lively as the next guy, provided he's healthy and all that. And anyway," he paused for a moment, his eyes for a moment becoming unseeing until they cleared almost an instant later and he smiled down at her.

"You wanted a baby."

Alice flushed even brighter and turned her head away with a furious scowl. He sighed again and guided her chin up with the lightest touch, almost hurt when she tried to jerk away. 

"Why? Why did you choose me?"

"You were the only one I've met that wanted children for the past year. I suppose I wanted to fulfill your desire."

"And what about the other women who just wanted to fuck you? Did you fulfill their desires as well?"

"Of course not. They were crawling with STDs."

She paused, frowning with a thoughtful look. "Can vampires get those?"

He grinned. "No, but it makes for a good excuse not to sleep with someone that's drunk and going to be someone you'll regret in the morning."

She socked him in the shoulder that time and he mockingly cried out in pain.

"Why?"

It was his turn to look away and she didn't make him face her like he did.

"I want children. I need children. I need an heir."

"An.. heir? What are you, some kind of vampire royalty?"

He snorted, but said nothing.

She glared up at him and ducked underneath his arm, moving quickly towards the door in a furious quiet that usually scared the best of them. She turned back, nearly growling with fury that he looked cool, calm, collected and damn it all - conceited! This wasn't real, this wasn't real, this wasn't real - so why was her heart aching with sorrow?

"The next time you sleep with a girl, I would suggest not putting on the parlor tricks and telling her she's pregnant. Sort of a turn off you know."

He nodded slowly. "Got it. When do you want me to call you?"

She shouldn't have felt the tears spiking her eyes. Honestly, she had had those awkward mornings after - everyone did. You didn't know what to do, you said good-bye with an awkward hug and an awkward kiss and he said awkwardly that he would call, which he never did. It was a code for "Thanks, that was nice. Hope to never see you again." 

But here he was asking when to call -when!- and she honestly liked him and wanted to see him again. But between the psycho episodes, or actually being a vampire (she was still deciding whether to call the white coats on that one or run away as fast as possible) and claiming to have impregnated her, she just couldn't take it all and especially not here. Not with him, looking so damn cute.

So she made up her mind.

"Never."

And with that, she walked out of his life.

* * *

"You look like shit boss." 

Douglas groggily looked up from the granite countertop of his kitchen's bar and glared at the grinning redhead leaning against the wall applying a fresh coat of lipstick of deep red.

"And you're a bitch. Next observation?"

She chuckled and twisted her lipstick down and replaced the top on it.

"Yes. You're very taken with her already."

He snorted and poured another glass of wine, swirling it around in the glass and staring at the liquid. He could drink it. He could eat if he wanted to - he had the plumbing, so why let it rust anyway? However, he just didn't feel like it. There was one thing he wanted to eat right now and she was pissed off at him.

"Why did you do that?"

She flipped a lock of hair back from her black corset and wrap silk skirt and walked towards him with a series of familiar clicks from high heeled black leather boots against the floor, dragging her fingers slowly against the granite with that familiar eye for beauty that she always had, took the glass of wine from him and with a healthy swig of it, gave a gasp of happiness afterwards.

"I swear, you always get the best booze Dougy! It's supernatural," she paused, looked at him and giggled. "Opps - you already are."

He growled. "Answers. Now Heather."

She gave a weary sigh and looked at him with a hint of resignation and mischief. "You, of all people, should know why. You both wanted the same thing."

"That hardly constitutes playing match-maker with only biological needs in mind," he replied dryly. 

"Would being suitable help?"

He paused. "Suitable?"

Heather grinned and took another sip. "Well, gotta go home. Hubby will be coming back from out of town tonight and I want to surprise him," she paused on her way out and patted him on the shoulder, her aura of mischief and happiness suddenly dissipating. 

"You know I came to you for a reason Conan. I've known Alice for a long time and I've known you about as long and I think you two are perfect for each other. That is," she paused and the mischief returned as she grinned. "if you two won't kill each other first with your stubbornness. See ya."

He watched her go and looked back at the wine glass, smiling dryly when he saw no imprint of lipstick on the glass.

* * *

Heather, upon meeting Tristan back in college, knew two things. One, the sex would always be great between the two, even when he was bald, wrinkly and had a bottle of Viagra on the nightstand next to his dentures and two, they would have to compromise because both were sexual dominant beings. While she wasn't the whip and chains, lick-my-boots-you-dog, kind of dominant person, she certainly loved to give pleasure and take control. So, while dating and after a couple nights spent under the sheets, the two agreed: Each person got a certain number of days where they could be themselves with proof in the form of a, tacky enough, a coupon. 

He thought it was hilariously cute.

She smiled as she sat down at a chair to the dining table, hoisting an unlady-like leg over the edge. Tristan thought a lot of things about her and the world were hilariously cute and sometimes, she needed nights like this to reaffirm to him that while she was capable of being - ugh - cute, she could always be that sexy woman that had wowed him when she had audaciously hit on him back at that college bar. 

She checked the clock and nearly felt like laughing at the plans she had ready for him tonight when the door clicked open with the flip of the lock and he came inside to the dimly lit room that was their hallway.

"Heather?"

She convinced herself she was a vixen, a seductress that was impossible to say no to or at least a sex-crazed teenager and somehow managed to purr, "In here." 

She could smell him, the slight tang of aftershave, the spicy scent of the cinnamon apples he ate during lunch (that she made!) everyday and of course, the scent of him as a man. The mere scent of his natural self turned her on, the richness that always reminded her of licking the salty sweat off of his neck and jaw that overwhelmed her senses until she couldn't think of anything but him and his hardness inside her. She also savored the sound of his familiar pattern of walking across the floor, knowing what he had in store when he strolled into the dining room and his briefcase fell to the floor instantly at the sight of her.

"Heather!" 

She felt proud of herself, sprawled out on her chair, legs open with nothing but her black boots, see-through black lace bra and garters holding up her black lace stockings. The rest was just bare skin, including her most private self, bared open and ready for a night of fun.

This was how she wanted to welcome him back home. 

"Hey honey," she purred seductively, dipping her fingers in a nearby silver bowl of berries and licking her fingers of the juices suggestively before devouring a small piece of fruit between red glossy painted lips.

Tristan stared, his jaw dropped.

"I was thinking of using one of my," she paused with a distasteful sniff. "coupons tonight to welcome you back."

"I- ah, sure." He really hadn't expected this, especially when she had called him this morning sounding sick and telling him that she might be asleep, or at least unconscious thanks to her cold medicine, when he got home. 

Not exactly the most original plan to surprise, she surmised, but it certainly got the job done.

She smiled and selected a raspberry this time, and let the juices dribble down her chin and onto her ample cleavage. He stared, still shocked and sat down at a chair against the wall- slowly, cautiously. Years of marriage and he still apparently wasn't used to her - ahem - charms.

Good.

She smiled sweetly, massaging one breast that was featuring a hardened nipple poking through the lace of her see-through bra as she ate a couple more berries, swirling her tongue across her fingers every time the merest drop of juice touched her finger.

"How was your trip?" She licked another finger and watched him rub his thigh, his throat working to swallow. 

"It was - ah - good." He tried to swallow again, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he watched the finger she had just licked travel a wet trail down the valley between her breasts, dip into her belly button, then circle around the damp pink desire plainly on display. 

"How was Greg? Did he give his presentation alright?" Her finger disappeared inside her wetness and he nearly choked when she withdrew it and sucked on it loudly, licking her lips with a wet smacking sound as when she ate the fruit.

"H-he did fine."

"That's good." She selected a blueberry this time and licked the shell with a small swipe of her tongue before eyeing him with a glint she knew would send shivers down his spine. Blueberry was his favorite. 

Casually fingering the fruit, she pretended to look thoughtful before she gently had the blueberry travel the pilgrimage her finger previously had, hearing him gasp when the fruit disappeared inside her. While it did feel weird, the look he had was priceless. She widened her legs more and waved the piece of paper with a raised arrogant brow.

"I do believe I lost my dessert. Fetch it." 

She watched him sit up, the soft cotton of his shirt straining against his golden skin, watching the graceful masculinity that was her husband obediently comply with her demands. Perhaps the part she liked best about this whole coupon thing, as he got on his knees in front of her, was the heated look of vengeance in his eyes. 

They promised retribution, of a reckoning that she couldn't wait for.

Of course, she forgot all about revenge when his tongue trust into her wet heat in search of the fruit. 

Her head dropped back and her thighs clamped around his head, holding him close as he continued to lick and suck, his hands massaging her thighs and bottom as he literally tongue-fucked her senseless. She felt his tongue find its treasure and he sucked it into his mouth, swallowing not only the fruit and its juices, but her juices as well. She kept her legs clamped around him and dragged her hands through his hair, moaning.

"Don't stop. I won't let you go until you make me come."

She nearly came on the spot when he chuckled, his hot breath hitting her overly sensitive lips and clit. With that command, he nipped a lip oh-so-lightly and licked it before brushing a hand against her inner thigh, signaling for her to give him some space go work. She allowed it and instantly was glad she had done so when he opened her wet heat to see easier, slipping two fingers in instantly and began to suck, lick and pay homage to her clit as he thrust his fingers in and out slowly, tickling and playing with her.

If there was one thing Tristan knew in the bedroom, it was the perfect combination of oral sex and the techniques he applied never were the same, but completely random and kept her guessing, moaning and screaming. Because she hadn't seen him in awhile and only had her bedside toys for company, she came instantly with a scream that should have shaken the world, but only shook her own.

She felt only partially satisfied when she came back to her body seconds later and knew that the night was far from over, which was how she was planning it in the first place anyway. She arched her back, stretching her arms and thrusting out her breasts. 

"Mmm... that felt so good," she moaned softly, massaging a heavy breast. He was watching her with a hard eye, glittering with need and that want for vengeance she got so turned on by and climbed up onto the table, presenting her aching heat for him as she spread out her cheeks, still shaking slightly from the tremors of her massive orgasm. She could feel her arousal dripping from her, creating a very hot picture. Her, on her knees on the table in nothing but a black lace bra, high heels, stokings and a garter belt with her ass spread, showing her dripping wet pussy.

"Fuck me. I want you to fuck me as hard as possible and after that," she demanded with a wicked smile. "After that, I might give you a gift."

He smiled darkly and didn't even bother to undress, only unzipped his pants and dropped his partially down his hips and setting his erection free. Taking hold of the impressive length, he teased the head of his cock against her slick entrance and pushed inside her in one thrust, grabbing hold of her hips. She whimpered, moaning and pushed against him, enjoying the ecstasy she could only feel when her husband's hard cock was buried to the hilt inside her.




Reckless Abandon Ch. 03



"Ahh - fuck me! Fuck me Tristan! And don't come until I tell you to!"

She felt him palm a breast and slide almost his complete length out before slamming back into her. She cried out and arched her back, only to have him shove her head back down on the table, his hard cock teasing and exciting her as the heavy weight of his balls slapped against her skin and his strength subdued her on the table.

Hmm.. A little defiance from her slave. 

He at first began slowly, taking almost all of himself out before shoving it back in roughly, but the longer he did this, the less he would take and the more frenzied his thrusts would be and the shorter the strokes she would return. Amidst the thrusting however, she opened her cheeks again as she cried out her ecstasy and begged him with a sob what would have been his gift.

He stilled, his hardness still inside before she felt him rub her clit, his cock sliding out of her with a pop before teasing the head against her tiny roulette, pushing only the head inside her slowly with only the juices of her previous orgasm and his pre-cum acting as lubricant before fully encasing himself inside her with a slow slide of flesh into flesh. She whimpered, always loving to have her ass fucked and they started again.

Little did she know he wanted to use his coupon that night for that very activity. 



Reckless Abandon Ch. 04



"We can't let him go around like this anymore."

A hooded man looked up and fought the urge to rub his eyes of sleep. He had been at this boring ass job of advising for the higher ups for almost a century now and every time, the subject of one noble or another would come up and how horrible it was that they didn't have any heirs, they were single, they were making bad choices in their too long lives- blah blah blah. 

Deimon was getting tired of it all and was starting to crave more than just standing in a circle all day in an itchy hooded cape and talking about other people's problems. The last time he checked, they were fully capable of managing their own lives. But, he couldn't very well actually suggest that maybe everyone should find something better to do with their time than gossip like clucking old hens. They might actually die on the spot, some were so married to the job. 

So, once again, Deimon was going to have to listen to yet another noble not marrying soon enough for the clucking hens' liking.

"Indeed. He has not given an heir and it has gone on long enough."

Deimon fought the urge to snort. Larry always was one for the dramatics and had leaped gleefully into this new job, which screamed dramatic and important. 

"Yes, we must find him a mate." One agreed.

"Or at the very least, a suitable breeder." The guy on his right suggested with what could be described as the undertones of an evil snicker. Bastard probably fucked... never mind.

He narrowed his eyes. Deimon may have been born a vampire, but he sure as hell didn't see humans like cows, meant to be eaten and done with however he wished. Maybe the occasional lay, the quick bite, but humans were hardly some toy to be used a whim. They did have lives of their own after all.

Some more productive than these guys.

"Well, then gentlemen," the elder began.

Deimon stiffened into a suitable pose of dramatic tension. 

"It seems we must find then a mother for-"

"How 'bout Heather?" Deimon suggested cheerfully.

The room was silent. Of course, the room was always silent, since it was nothing more than a stone dungeon built in a circle with torches dripping hot wax on yet, more stone floors. Within the center in a complicated pattern were the thirteen men (no women wanted to apply for such a boring job and Deimon had a healthy respect for the intelligence of women after noticing that they thought standing in a circle all day in itchy robes was not for them) and yet, more candles - because electricity certainly was beyond their reach. 

The whole room screamed of Charmed and Buffy.

One robe coughed. 

Deimon smirked to himself, knowing that the amount of respect the current occupants had for him was close to nil, not only for daring to be young and caught up in modern times, but actually having the audacity not to bow and scrape at the elders' feet. 

"Heather would not be suitable, not only for her -- ahem, current mated state, but we have cause to believe that," he paused delicately.

"That?" he drawled. Here it comes. 

"...she would not be true to him." he coughed.

Deimon snorted. "You said you wanted a breeder, not a marriage contract full of love and fidelity."

"True, but if she isn't true to him, then how will we know the child is his?" Another robe reasoned.

"When he starts chomping down on the nurse, of course."

"Deimon," warned the eldest. 

He glared at the room. "Honestly, do none of you keep tabs on the guy? He just boned a girl silly and is wandering around the place mopey as all hell since she dumped his ass. Find that one and dump her in his bed - I'm sure she'll be fine with it eventually."

"He did what?"

Deimon ripped off his hood and glared at everyone through bright blue eyes. 

"If you're going to worry about his single status, try to keep tabs on him next time. Find the girl and dump some other breeder in there. We'll see who he chooses. But for now - I'm going to go actually do something worthwhile rather than sit around here."

* * *

Alice regarded the fan overhead and contemplated cleaning the dust off the edges, which were obviously building up enough to spill over any time and make confetti jealous with their zealousness. She gave a wry sigh and turned over on the bed, stretching with a groan and relaxing again, scratching at her arm. What was wrong with her? She clenched and unclenched a fist, staring at it. She had made her decision, that she just needed a one night stand with a crazy man to make her reconsider breeding and that had done just the job. The future to her now looked quite grim and thankfully, baby-less. Unfortunately, the future also didn't have any bright green eyes or husky chuckles in-between bouts of intense lovemaking or warm olive skin glistening with sweat as it slipped against her cooling skin and-

"Damnit!" she swore, sitting up suddenly, tossing a pillow across the room with frustration. It had been two days! Two whole days and she was stuck in a rut she had no idea how to crawl out of. She sighed and dragged a hand through her hair before crawling out of the unmade bed, making her glance back at the sheets dispassionately. 

Normally, she would make her bed first thing in the morning before going for her morning run around the lake, then work, but what was the point now? It was only going to get messed up again. She turned away and walked across the bedroom to collect the abused pillow and tossed it back on the bed, watching in teeter totter precariously at the edge before gleefully landing on the floor with a flop. With a sigh of disgust, she ignored it and went to the bathroom. A quick trip to the toilet and a thorough washing of her hands later, she paused and wryly glanced up into the mirror, not at all liking what she was seeing.

Somehow, her hair had lost its shine and her skin wasn't glowing. In fact, it looked rather sallow and contrasted quite nicely with the dark circles under her bloodshot eyes. She leaned closer, having not bothered with glasses or contacts and examined herself closer. Yep, the toll of no sleep was being unusually harsh on her if a new patch of zits on her chin had anything to say. She dropped her head and looked up, hoping to see something better. No dice. She lowered an eyelid and noticed the bloodshot look carried all the way around her eye. With another sigh of disgust, she quickly washed her face for the first time in two days and patted dry with a towel before drawing back sharply with a gag. Definitely had to do laundry if her towel had anything to say about the matter with a funk like that. 

She took a delicate sniff of the towel and proceeded to sniff her shirt before wrinkling her nose. Had to do laundry now. Then take a shower. Grabbing every last piece of fabric and tossing it into the basket that was now towering with smelly, dirty clothes, she quickly stormed into the laundry room, tossed everything in (of course after separating the darks, whites and colors) of upmost importance and started the washer before rushing into the shower. 

Alice stared at the shower head blankly and looked down at her body before slowly and cautiously cupping her belly. She often found herself doing this before bed and when waking up, almost like the newly formed habit was a talisman and a means of relieving stress. Curse that handsome man for hitting that one button that would turn off the alarm on her biological alarm clock! While she had been thinking of it for the past couple months (okay, years), he seemed to make it that much more real for her. 

Her eyes began to water. His children would be so beautiful with eyes like that. Why did he have to be crazy and do magic tricks just to get out of a stick situation like the morning after? She would have left without a fuss, but it hurt a lot when a guy would resort to such trickery just to get her out of his apartment. She hadn't felt so humiliated since when her prom date didn't show up and left on her family's voice mail his so called excuse (read: Tammy Schnider with the bigger cans who put out) why he couldn't go with her. Feeling her eyes itch and the water start to run cool, she quickly washed off and turned off the shower, stepping out and pausing at the door. No towels. Duh. 

Grabbing a robe, and hoping that she wouldn't catch a cold, she sullenly dragged her feet back up the stairs to her bedroom and halted at the door.

A very handsome man, dressed all in black, from his leather boots to his faded denim jeans to his long sleeved graphic tee, sat at the edge of her bed, jingling his leg restlessly until she stepped in. His eyes were a bright blue, almost blindingly bright while his hair was jet black and short but for wisps and layers that fell around his eyes and pointed ears. 

Wait, pointed ears-

"Who-"

The man suddenly stood up to a very tall height and swept a graceful bow, making her note that he was wearing a cloak. How -- 

odd.

"Greetings milady. I would be the vampire Deimon, advisor and all around snoop to the great and mighty Douglass Conan. You know, the guy you schtupped two days ago?" 

He gave her a quick leer. 

"How do you- Wait. What's schtupped?" 

He grinned and she noted he had strange, simple marks underneath his eyes at the top of his cheeks, dark red and somehow, it suited him. 

"Boffed, boned, screwed, shagged, beat, tupped, boinked, knocked shoes with, and my old favorite, fuc-"

"Okay, okay, I get it! What are you doing here and how do you know this?"

He shrugged and began to roam around her bedroom, picking up trinkets and picture frames of family and friends. She waited and he picked up another trinket, examining it thoroughly. Opening her mouth, she closed it when he put it down and picked up her brush, an heirloom from her grandmother almost instantaneously. He plucked a hair from the brush, examined it with a careful scrutiny that was at odds with his gothic, ill-kept appearance and shrugged before answering.

"We've been keeping tabs on Douglas for awhile. At least, I have. My coworkers," he snorted. "Claim to know every last thing he does or has, right down to the number of nose hairs he has. By the way, the right one has 1,982 while the left has 1,863."

She stared and he sighed dramatically before picking up a snow globe from Heather's last trip to Hawaii. He shook it and watched the flakes fall around the snow man (or sand man in this case) with interest. 

"What I'm trying to say, through my clumsy eccentrics, is that Douglas has always been easy to track because he hardly does anything. He sits around, solves problems for people, sends them on their way and has a meal or two in-between before going to bed. Wash and repeat. The man has eternal youth and immortality and what does he do? Acts like a predictable, tired old man. He's had quite a run, but the guy -- ah, well," he gave an apologetic smile, setting the globe down precisely back where he found it before sitting in a tiny old chair that had been rescued from a charity resale shop a couple years ago. He spread out his hands and rested his chin in them, leaning forward with a curious frown. "Douglas is tired. Too tired for his own good and that worries me. I've known the guy for the past four centuries and the point he has reached makes me and my coworkers wonder if the guy is ready to check out for good. So to speak."

Alice gripped her robe tight together at the neck, wondering where this was leading. Unfortunately, she had a clue and it seemed like the joke wasn't over yet or it just may be the real thing. She didn't know which one she dreaded more. 

Deimon lifted his gaze to her, piercing and serious for the first time since he appeared.

"You, my dear girl, seem to be a wild card I can't figure out. You somehow broke the cycle and I can't figure out how or why it was you, a mortal of all things," his gaze studied her intently, slowly taking her in from head to toe, pausing at her belly before continuing his search. He leaned back in his chair, suddenly relaxed and sighed wryly, rubbing the bridge of his nose. 

"Did you know that vampire women are becoming more and more infertile these days?"he drawled. 

"What?" she choked out. He was in this too! It had to be a joke. It had to be to bring up that one sore subject. 

"Yeah, it's great for one night stands when you don't want a call nine months later, but lately, it's been a drag for the population count overall. Doesn't help there's less and less vampire women in the first place and the men, well, they're searching elsewhere and so far, it's been no dice. Even the weres are starting to have problems."

Alice stared.

"Weres?"

He cracked open an eye and cast an annoyed glance.

"Weres. You know the humans that turn into animals, slaves to the moon? Yatta yatta? Sheesh, don't they teach you mortals anything in those schools of yours?"

"I know what weres are," she replied hotly. "It's just that we're told after what they are that they don't exist."

"And you believed them? Mortals could never be creative enough to imagine the Otherworld creatures we've got!"

She glared. "Are you done insulting me yet? Because so far, all I've seen is a prank that is getting old fast. I get it that he doesn't want to see me anymore and I'm getting over it. Having you here however-"

"Doesn't want to see you? Dear God, are you mad?"

She paused. "What?"

He gave a bewildered look. "The guy would give up the sweetest, more delectable blood in order to have you again. Believe me, once you have virgin A negative, you don't go back."

She nervously rubbed at her stomach and his eyes instantly caught it.

"Ah ha. You're worried that's all he's interested in you for, eh?"

"Your statement about infertile women doesn't help his cause any," she snapped. 

He smiled. "No, probably not. I won't retract it though, because at the end of the day, I don't know what's going on in Douglas's mind anymore since you arrived in his life. The guy is acting differently, sometimes for the better and most of the time for the worst and frankly, none of us can take his mood swings anymore."

"While this sob story is all fine and dandy, I'm afraid I can't help you."

Deimon smiled cheerily. "Ah, my dear milady. I didn't ask for your permission."

She frowned and clenched her fists.

"Whatever you're thinking, I'm not going to help. It's over the moment he started going on about impregnating me and keeping me around like a broad mare. I am not going to submit to some crazy man, or group," she corrected, eyeing him. "and their antics. Go elsewhere if you want someone to play along with your scheme but I have work tomorrow and laundry to finish up."

He tilted his head to the side and smiled again. 

"At the risk of repeating myself, I didn't give you a choice. But excellent speech. I'll be sure to tell the feminist groups or whatever you fought the good fight, but at the end of the day, it doesn't matter whether you're fighting a male or female crazy. You're coming with me because I can't stand one more mood swing, I want to confirm your pregnancy and frankly," he gave an envious smile that appeared almost broken and sad. "I want to see at least one person experience true love."

She frowned and suddenly, there was only darkness.

***

Alice slowly blinked open her eyes, staring at the wall. The wall reminded her of the walls she saw on those Law and Order shows where they would hold the suspect. It was an ugly green paint, peeling off the plaster walls designed to look like brick. There weren't any windows, only two lamps overhead with only one of them working, the other flickering on and off. There wasn't the mirror that the main characters could hide behind and strategize about how to bring down the bad guy in this room. It was simply a damp, dark room that had one other occupant besides herself.

She automatically hated her on sight.

The women who sat on the opposite side of the room was everything Alice wished she was, yet couldn't, wouldn't change into. Her light brown hair was expertly streaked with champagne highlights, her skin was tan and glowing with health and expensive bronzers and her eyes were too blue to be real. In other words, this woman, who gladly displayed her oversized breasts in a tiny corset, was everything Alice could have done to become a wild sex kitten.

God, suddenly she glad she didn't take that route.

The sex kitten looked up from her compact after applying a surprisingly tasteful pink nude to her lips and made a noise of surprise.

"Ah, you woke up? So sad, you woke up after me. He certainly won't like that."

Alice groaned and dragged a hand through her hair, not at all caring if the filth of the room combined with her sweaty hands messed up her hair. It didn't matter anyway - every time she took a shower without drying her hair with a hair dryer, it ended up twisted in all sorts of angles. Judging by the pitying look on the sex kitten's face, her hair had managed to revolt quite nicely today.

"He?"

She smiled, her lips sparkling with her lipstick. Once you got used to the outrageous color of her eyes, it was a lot easier to get used to her face. "Yes. He. He's currently seeking a mate I suppose," she shrugged. "and a couple of his advisors were sent off looking for possible mates. One of 'em chose you for some reason or other. There were two other girls in here that left while you were passed out," she glanced back at the door casually. "But they came back, collected their things and left, looking all huffy and mad. Quite the dishonor, but I suppose a lot of women have been getting that today and for a good while, so it's not that unusual."

What the hell had this girl been smoking and where could she get some? Alice stared at her blankly and the sex kitten looked back at her with a cool smile.

"I'm Brandy."

"Alice. Where's Whiskey?"

Her smile disappeared. "Cute." 

She continued to stare. "You never answered my question."

Brandy opened her compact and checked her teeth, licking them and smearing a finger across the top. "I didn't?"

"No. You didn't."

"Oh. Well, what was it again?"

Had all the silicone leaked into her head, Alice wondered. 

"Who's he?"

"The king."

"King? There's no monarchy in America."

Brandy laughed. "Of course not. Not in the normal world. But when you're raised in the Otherworld like I was, you know all the royalty of the Others, especially the single ones," she emphasized with an arch of her brow and a wicked smile that looked altogether too predatory for Alice's tastes. "The werewolf kings, the ghoul masters, vampire kings," she listed them off on a polished finger after another, looking up as she recited off each one before smiling slowly. "However, this particular vampire king is in need a mate, quite soon in fact, and my family was graciously asked for the opportunity to offer myself to him to be his queen."

Alice frowned, holding her aching forehead. The headache didn't even need to be oncoming, just a couple words from this sex kitten and bam - it was there. Werewolf kings? Mates? Was she always in this perpetual state of insanity and drugs? Deimon had mentioned Weres, but at the time, she didn't think he was serious. This whole thing was suddenly becoming a lot more complicated and real. 

She began to sit up, hoping to find somewhere to piss when the door slammed open and a robed man can storming in, grabbing her by the forearm and dragging her through.

"Good luck! Well, not really, but you know what I mean!" Brandy shouted after her with a wave. 

"Bitch," Alice spat. She could have sworn she heard the robed man chuckle ahead of her as he continued to move faster than she could keep up.

"All of them are like that. One whisper of royalty and immortality and they're all bitches in heat." Seems her kidnapper was here to rescue her now, at least from acrylic claws and cheap perfume. 




Reckless Abandon Ch. 04



"Appropriate naming then," she retorted. He didn't say anything, just threw her into a room and slammed the door behind them.

"Undress."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"Fuck you, I'm not getting undressed in front of a stranger, even if we did have a nice long, messed up chat."

He tilted his head to the side, at least, the head-shaped fabric on top of his body.

"Most would have stripped in the waiting room in anticipation you know," he pointed out drolly. 

"I'm not like those sluts if Brandy back there is the standard."

He chuckled again and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Indeed. You are not. However, I would like to be able to claim I was the one to present the king his mate. So - strip."

"Is this a fucking joke?!" she yelled. She felt a perverse pleasure when he actually stepped back a step, finally releasing her attention from him and actually letting her look at her new surroundings.

It was the most ornate bedroom she had ever seen, a beautiful and masculine cross between typical Victorian and very medieval. The bed was carved with various designs and scripts she felt no real desire to figure out, deep in color and scuffed around the edges. From age or wear and tear, she couldn't tell. Tapestries mirrored each other on either side of the room that could have fit two of her apartments in it, and all around, the walls were a hunter green that felt cozy rather than suffocating like most dark colored rooms. It was actually quite nice. She sat down on the bed, which was more like climbing into the snowy linen sheets and stared all around, swinging her feet 

She felt much calmer now for some reason. "Nice crib. Yours?"

"His."

"Ah. Of course. How silly of me."

"Since you are clinging to your foolish modesty, I shall leave you as you are. Perhaps he'll see your clothes as a challenge rather than defiance. Good luck. Doubt you'll need it." And with that, he excused himself from the room and she was alone. 

* * *

She sat on the bed, swinging her feet again as she regarded the tea set on front of her. The maid had been really sweet, if a little pale and nervous when she carted in sweet-smelling tea and cookies, then left. Alice didn't touch the offering and instead stared at the ornate delicate porcelain, painted with daisies and roses gathered in a elegant bouquet, tapping the edge of the cup. According to her watch, she had been in the room for four hours already with only a single maid for about two minutes of company. Combine the awkwardness of waiting in someone's room with lack of entertainment and she was feeling pretty damn bored and irritated. She popped a sugar cube that was in a similarly decorated tray into her mouth and sucked on it for several moments. Feeling no sugar high on the horizon and rebellious now, she slipped underneath the sheets after removing her shoes and socks and curled up to sleep on her belly, falling asleep to a warm comforting smell that she couldn't quite place, but felt like she had come home to.

* * *

Warm hands drifted down her back. Someone was here. She curled deeper into the bed, arching her back up and nearly cooing on the spot when in her ear, a deep male voice whispered with hot breath praise in a foreign language that was smooth like a fine Italian wine. He slipped his hands underneath her shirt, slowly lifting it up to her shoulder blades before settling lips against heated skin. 

If this was a dream, it was one of the best damn dreams she's had yet and she only wanted to keep going and get more and more because aside from her one indiscretion that she wasn't going to ever repeat again, she probably wouldn't get anything quite this hot in her lifetime ever.

She ripped off her shirt and unbuttoned her jeans, slipping them along with her panties eagerly off. He chuckled against her back, nipping at the skin before ripping the sheets back and slipping her pants down her legs, then her panties to drop in a pool of fabric somewhere she didn't care about. He was fully clothed and the stark difference, so like that time with her one-night-stand lover, set her off and rubbing against him. He hissed and gripped her hips, steadying her and muttering in that foreign language something - to wait, to adjust higher - she didn't know. She could feel the mattress dip then, the man take off his clothes behind her, a delicate process of removing soft linens and silk to reveal hard male flesh. He came back to her almost instantly, nude, and continued with his tender worshipping of her body, never letting her get up from her spot as he kissed down her naked back, caressing her sides up and down. She mewled, wiggling beneath him pleadingly and he chuckled again, stroking her hip and trailing his hand up her belly, grasping hold of a dangling breast and squeezing gently. She gasped and leaned into his touch, arching her bottom against his hips. Why was she so hot? So ready already that she could feel the tell-tale wetness against her thighs?

"I've been waiting for you," he murmured.

She moaned softly when he pinched a nipple.

"I couldn't stop dreaming of you either. Every night, you would be there, touching yourself everywhere I wanted to, looking at me with victory as you brought yourself to climax. I can't even bring myself to climax with my hand without the same feeling of emptiness as before."

"Please," she begged when his hand strayed from her nipple, gliding down her belly to her aching core. She needed him right there. Filling her with his hardness. This was the best dream she had had yet. He chuckled as he deliberately avoided where she needed him most and touched another spot.

"I want you begging for me."

"I am begging," she nearly snarled with frustration. 

He paused in his ministrations and laughed deeply before giving her what she wanted. She could feel the fantastic stretch of his cock head opening her, the way her muscles tightened and relaxed as inch, by hot inch filled her. It must have been half way before he paused, then thrust home the rest of himself into her and she screamed her joy.

"Alice. Look at me."

She paused.

That voice. No voice in her dreams could ever purr her name like that.

"D-Douglas?" She asked shakily.

"Aye lass. It's me. And now, you're right where you belong and you're not leaving."



Reckless Abandon Ch. 05



Douglas had been exhausted when he had entered his bedchamber with the pure intent to sleep and recharge his battery so to speak. The number of women he had suddenly found himself dodging, no matter where he went, was to say the least, frustrating and depressing. Here were beautiful women of rich colors and backgrounds throwing themselves at him, women with rich blood flowing through their veins beneath tawny golden skin and he couldn’t even manage a half erection. He would go to court to fulfill his duties early and there would be a woman, skin as dark at the night seated in his chair, stripping slowly with a coy look and begging him to have a taste of her. He ran out of the room to the kitchen, hoping for a drink where he saw two girls caressing each other, one with hair as light at the sun and the other as dark as the earth beneath his feet. They giggled, creamy lips flirting against each other’s before cooing that he join them in a impromptu ménage à trios in the pantry. He disappeared before they could cry out their disappointment. Going to his studies, a well known and high ranked woman was sitting there in a leather corset, garter and leggings, complete with riding crop, suggesting that she needed a ride around the castle. 
	He felt ready to kill someone and had a vague feeling who was behind the sudden surge of women beckoning him for his services, or more likely, his seed.
	What was truly depressing to him was the fact that the one woman, void of the rich color that was plaguing him and pregnant on his first try, was the only woman he wanted and she wouldn’t have him because he was just a little different from the rest of the pack. With that disheartening thought in his head, he entered his bedchamber, knowing that it was the only place safe from the rampage of amorous women, only to see the one exception to his thoughts lying there on her belly, moaning softly in her sleep as she rubbed against her hand, back lifting with pleasure.
	He was hard in an instant. 
	He couldn’t rip his eyes away from the beautiful sight of her long silvery-blonde hair falling around her sleeping face that was contorted into a deep frown of concentration, then the relief of pleasure when she found the right spot. Her shirt was loose on her body and the light all around silhouetted breasts he had dreamt of dining on again, but thought he would never see except in his mind. Her jeans were tight on her body, which was what was causing her frustration when she couldn’t get the pleasure she wanted. 
	He couldn’t help but oblige her in her quest for pleasure, but deep down, he knew what he was doing.
	A second chance had dumped into his bed and far be it for him to look the gift horse in the mouth.
	Douglass ripped off his jacket in an instant, hardly caring where the expensive piece went as he crawled onto the large canopy bed and began to kiss her neck, her ears while murmuring into her sweet smelling hair his native language, praising her beauty and kindness and oh so fuckable body that was leaving him aching to touch more, sink into it more and finally claim her as his own. He squeezed his eyes tight for a moment, clutching her hips in his ministrations and calmed his body down as he held her lusciousness tight when she began to rip off her clothes along with him until there was nothing left but her glorious bare form. 
	Dear God, he hadn’t seen nearly enough in the dim light of his apartment and in the moonlight of his room, the paleness of her flesh almost made her look like moonlight personified. He hissed and clenched his fists. Steady - judging by the writhing of her body, she wasn’t about to get up and leave him high and dry so to speak. He took a deep breath and exhaled, repeating the process several more times before growing calmer than before. He stroked her back and chuckled darkly as he took off his clothes off and came to her, kissing down her back, stroking her sides and licking the indentations of her spine. She tasted so good, he groaned and resisted the urge to sink his teeth in and consume her very essence and take her into himself. He settled for trailing a hand up her taut belly and grasping a full breast in his hand, nearly quivering with ecstasy with her mewl of pleasure and need as she bumped her hips against his. Ah, she didn’t need to ask. She begged anyway and he obliged as he sank into her heat, roaring with her scream of joy. Nothing would stop him from having her as his own for good now. Nothing. 
	“Alice. Look at me.”
	She paused beneath his hands, shaking with need and want and attempting to move her hips to get what she was clawing the sheets for. He steadied her hips in a clamp-like hold. 
	“D-Douglas?” She asked shakily.
	“Aye lass. It’s me. And now, you’re right where you belong and you’re not leaving.” He withdrew his length again and sank into her fully in a single push, groaning. 
	“How-ah! How did I get here?” she moaned and moved her hips with his slowly, circling herself around him. He thrust again, slowly and teasingly.
	“Christ lass, isn’t it enough that you’re here now?” he grunted when she moved to the side a little.
	She moaned. “But-”
	“Questions later. Claiming now.”
	She chuckled beneath him and pulled away from him, laying on her back before spreading out her legs and moving her hands down to her womanhood, opening the lips for him to see her arousal. He thought he couldn’t get harder, but he suddenly felt like he would never get soft again at the sight of her, spread out and accepting of him.
	“Alright then, but this time, I want to see you.”
	Douglas groaned and fell into her, crushing her body to his as he steadily thrust shallow strokes into her, claiming her as his own with bruising kisses and nips, fighting the temptation to bite. He would graze his fangs over her tender skin and remember the look of disgust and shock on her face when she found out his secret, but the image would fade and he would repeat the process over and over, fighting the urge to bite. She was finally here, finally in his arms again and he wouldn’t let her go, wouldn’t let her escape, wouldn’t let her-
	“Just do it already!” she cried out and without thinking, he sank his fangs into her breast, the rush of her blood, her essence filling his body and reviving him. In that instant, he felt his body tighten and pour everything that was him into her - his soul, his seed, his love and collapsed onto her, feeling the tremors of her own orgasm still trembling around his softening length. 
	“Mine,” he growled, clutching her close as he licked her wound closed.
	She paused and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing his sweaty forehead.
	“Always.” 

***

	Hours later, after they were finally too exhausted to move and sated for now with each other’s bodies, Douglas and Alice began to talk.
	“So, when did you…” she trailed on, looking up at the ceiling, curling up closer in his arms that were wrapped around her shoulders and his legs propped up acting as an arm rest. She could feel a burst of air against her hair and guessed he was laughing quietly.
	“A long time ago. So long ago that I don’t remember the date anymore.”
	“Do you remember how?”
	There was another hot puff of air. “Yes. I was in battle and had been fatally wounded. I was on the ground, staring up at the sky and waiting for death when a woman appeared over my body. She was dressed in rich reds and blacks, her cloak whipping in the wind as if she were Death himself. She offered me immortality because she said she admired my battle skills and required me in her own kingdom.”
	“So you accepted?”
	He laughed. “Nay lass. I rejected her offer because it seemed too good to be true.”
	“But, how-”
	“I told her that she needed me more than I needed her, so unless she had something to offer me, she could leave me to my new grave and go on her merry way.”
	Alice paused in her questions, playing with his large callused hand. There were many battle scars she hadn’t noticed until now on them - some were shallow cuts, others were deep slashes that were sloppily burned or stitched together. While his nails were decently managed, though not manicured expertly like some of her co-workers, his hands told of rough beginning and his body, while hard, must have come at a price of war and constant training.
	“So,” she began, kissing a particularly large and brutal-looking scar. He shivered. “What did she offer you?”
	He paused and moved his other hand to stroke her belly absentmindedly.
	“A kingdom.” 
	“A-what?”
	“A kingdom.”
	“Y-you’re royalty?” she sputtered, shocked.
	He laughed. “Not just. I am king of these vampires in this section of the country. I think there’s,” Douglas paused and mentally counted. “another five kings and queens about the country and countless more in Europe, Asia and Africa.”
	“I-I’m sleeping with a king? How-why, why me-”
	He tightened his arms around her. “Because there was no other in that club for me, because you felt the same loneliness that I did and because we both want to bring a child into the world and could find no one worthy. Because I took one look into your eyes and found the one for me. I won’t let you go Alice - I meant that.”
	She stiffened in his arms, then, as his words began to sink in, she slowly settled and relaxed. 
	“I felt that too,” she whispered softly. 
	He smiled against her hair and kissed it.
	“Now that that is settled, I just need to convince you to become my lady of the night and queen.”
	She groaned. 


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Thank you for all your comments, questions and votes (and keep it comin'- A happy author is one who can brag how well read his/her stories are). I especially want to thank everyone who has been keeping up with the series and (im)patiently been waiting for the next installment. Please keep nagging and I'll try my best to continue to whet your appetites. 
Until then.



Reckless Abandon Ch. 06



Hours later, after they were finally too exhausted to move and sated with each other's bodies (for now), Douglas and Alice began to talk.

"So, when did you..." she trailed on, looking up at the ceiling, curling up closer in his arms that were currently wrapped around her shoulders and with his legs propped up, acting as an arm rest. She could feel a burst of air against her hair and guessed he was laughing quietly.

"A long time ago. So long ago that I don't remember the date anymore."

"Do you remember how?"

There was another hot puff of air. "Yes. I was in battle and had been fatally wounded. I was on the ground, staring up at the sky and waiting for death when a woman appeared over my body. She was dressed in rich reds and blacks, her cloak whipping in the wind as if she were Death himself. She offered me immortality because she said she admired my battle skills."

"So you accepted?"

He laughed. "Nay lass. I rejected her offer because it seemed too good to be true."

Point for the man that had some intelligence to recognize things can be too good to be true. Especially when skewered to the ground. 

"But, how-"

"I told her that she needed me more than I needed her, so unless she had something to offer me that I could understand, she could leave me to my new grave and go on her merry way."

Alice paused in her questions, playing with his large callused hand. There were many battle scars she hadn't noticed until now on them - some were shallow cuts, others were deep slashes that were sloppily burned or stitched together. While his nails were decently managed, though not manicured expertly like some of her male co-workers, his hands told of rough beginning and his body, while hard, must have come at the price of war and constant training.

"So," she began, kissing a particularly large and brutal-looking scar. He shivered. "What did she offer you?"

He paused and moved his other hand to stroke her belly absentmindedly.

"A kingdom." 

"A-what?" she dropped the hand in shock, to which it stealthily sneaked a grope of a warm breast with a pebbled nipple that had been peeking out from the sheets wrapped around her. A girl had to have some modesty. 

"A kingdom."

"Y-you're royalty?" she sputtered, shocked.

He laughed. "Not just. I am king of these vampires in this section of the country. I think there's," Douglas paused and mentally counted silently, only mouthing the words for various names and countries. "another five kings and queens about the country and countless more in Europe, Asia and Africa."

"I-I'm sleeping with a king? How-why, why me-"

He tightened his arms around her possessively. "Because there was no other in that club for me, because you felt the same loneliness that I did and because we both want to bring a child into the world and could find no one worthy. Because I took one look into your eyes and found the one for me. I won't let you go Alice - I meant that."

She stiffened in his arms, then, as his words began to sink in, like a fine wine that burned a warmth through her throat, her belly and her veins, she slowly settled and relaxed. 

Several minutes of silence passed and it was almost as if the air around them held its breath in waiting. It was actively waiting, wanting desperately and hoping for the proper response, the response that would make it smile, make it sigh with happiness and dreams, and still eagerly ask for more. 

It waited impatiently until-

"I felt that too," she whispered softly. 

He smiled against her hair and kissed it adoringly. 

The air settled with a collective sigh of relief, but not before rousing again when he next spoke. 

"Now that that is settled, I just need to convince you to become my lady of the night and queen."

She groaned, running a hand through her hair. 

"I'm human Douglas. I was born human and I'll die human. I love the sunlight, garlic, singing Church hymns and taking long baths. I don't want to give that up."

She didn't see it, but he has the most confused expression on his face as he glanced down at her.

"Garlic? Baths? Where did you learn all this nonsense?"

She turned to look at him. "But the myths-"

"-Are bullshit," he finished flatly. "We started those rumors centuries ago to make sure that nosy humans," he took her nose with a soft smile and wiggled it for good measure. "Do not stumble or looking for things or people they should know not of. However," he pretended to look mournful and victimized as he continued to hold her nose, much to her irritation. "We seem to be unable to keep away from the humans we so desperately should be hiding from," He let go then and dropped an apologetic kiss on the tip. "But I find myself unable to regret my decision. You're so much more than I could ever hope for in a woman. You're brilliant, smart, have enough wit to disarm an army, beautiful and hopelessly fertile. You taste delicious beneath my tongue and your blood is intoxicating. I can't imagine myself with another woman, because your passion has ruined me for any other lover when I know that I could have you beneath me, on top of me, against the wall or in the bathroom-"

He grinned a cocky grin at the deep flush on her face when she coughed delicately.

"So, how about that queen thing? Yes?"

She raised a brow. As much as the whole speech definitely found places of her insides melting, she couldn't give up so much after so little time - she couldn't, wouldn't, should, but she was so tempted. . . Forever with this handsome romantic? Forever having amazing sex? However, she just didn't think she should base her status in mortality on a good couple earth-shattering orgasms. So...

"No."

Douglas gave a dramatic sigh before whispering wickedly in her ear. "I suppose I'm going to have to convince you to become my queen then by courting and wooing you. Do you prefer dark chocolate or milk chocolate with your roses before your ravishing?"

* * * 

If anyone back in the real world missed Alice, she didn't know as she began her new life in the Otherworld. As consort to Douglas, since she rejected the offer of queen, she was draped in soft silks and satins and cooed and awed over for her confirmed pregnancy. She still giggled at the idea of a vampire doctor.

The place in which Douglas ruled was interesting, to say the least. Many creatures she thought were only fairy-tales were alive and well as they moved, rolled, inched and walked their way through the village. There were also many other creatures that she had never seen before that Douglas that night explained were probably from another section of the world, where they had their own fairy-tales and mythologies, since myths, deep down had a grain of truth in every tale. These were the ones that Alice liked to talk to the best, because they were just so interesting and different from her old bedtime stories. One couple, a fox as tall as a man and dressed like a human, and a monster with the body of a man, but the head of a lantern he always had to prop up with a stick in his right hand, were the most interesting and had fast become Alice's friends (in addition to Heather, who visited everyday after confessing her misdeeds, which were easily forgiven), despite their rather low status in the demon world. One conversation eventually lead to Alice's lack of martial status, despite her slow growing pregnancy. 

"I tell you," the fox shook her head as she clattered down the brick street in a complex kimono. "You should just accept him and get it over with."

"Over with?" Alice raised a brow. "This is something you have to think about!"

Lantern-head and fox exchanged a look, which was almost comical with the way Lantern-head's bobbed up and down with the effort to keep it up. 

"My dear," he began politely. "Destiny isn't something you think about."

"D-destiny?" she sputtered. "Who said anything about destiny?"

They said nothing, only regarding her silently, almost with pity before hearing a sharp whistle. The fox turned around instantly and pawed at her face, almost as if she was trying the wipe the image before her away.

"Oh no," she groaned.

"What?" Lantern-head and Alice asked together.

"My leader is here."

Alice tilted her head to the side, contrasting with Lantern-head's look of horror.

"Why is he here?" he bellowed.

The fox shrugged, picking at an invisible thread from her long sleeves. "I'm sure he's here to discuss politics. . . Or something else equally important to him."

Lantern-head snorted.

"It's just not right - eyeing other mens' wo-"

"Kitsune! Kouki! I didn't expect to see you here." 

The pair froze and slowly turned around before Alice did, expecting to find a hulking monster to match the booming voice. Instead, she met the soft amber eyes of a very tall man with dark hair smiling down at the threesome. 

He was a woman's wet dream, with hard planes all over - his jaw hard angles, his nose long and aristocratic, his tan forehead, his hard body and to balance out all this hardness, only one thing balanced out the overwhelming masculinity of the so-called "leader." 

His soft wavy hair. 

Alice bit back a snort, finding herself preferring to stare up into bright green eyes rather than amber. 

He smiled benignly at the two demons until he spotted Alice, then his grin almost turned. . . Wolfish.

"Ah, this must be our Vampire King's consort. You are a," he began, bowing elegantly. She frowned, noticing for the first time the sad darkness in his eyes. Perhaps all the cheerfulness was fake, but for what reason?

"Human," she returned shortly. The demons gasped and the leader's face froze with surprise until he barked out a laugh.

"Delightful! Absolutely delightful!" He took her arm, almost making her fall and began to guide her back to the palace. "I shall escort you back then to Douglas, right? No need for this riff-raff of course." And with that, the two demons were dismissed.

"B-But, I was wi-with," she sputtered with outrage.

"Go on dear," Kitsune began sadly.

"We were just about go to home anyway," Kouki finished with an equally forlorn tone. Alice glared up at the leader and yanked her arm away, stomping her foot down.

"See here damnit! I won't have you dragging me all about the Otherworld at your leisure and I especially won't have you dissing my good friends, who had the decency to look past my being human to become some of the best friends I've ever had! So, if you want to drag some floozy around who will agree with your mad schemes, by all means! Look elsewhere. But I won't be told where to go and who to go with and who isn't good enough to walk with me!" she shouted. The demons looked pale beneath weak smiles, awed that she would protect them, yet afraid that Kitsune's leader would be ripping apart their new friend in a matter of seconds with more than just claws and teeth.

He studied her for several moments, his face carefully blank before finally smiling a devilish grin, leaning down enough to be face to face to her. He extended a hand carefully to caress a cheek.

"Ah, I do believe I shall have to steal you now my dear, for such fire is so rare to find in my pack."

She glared at him and he straightened, barking a laugh before offering his arm.

"Shall we?"

She ignored him and walked back to the palace herself. 

* * *

Douglas, in those past weeks of wooing, was starting to learn about the complexity that was his consort and found himself every evening when he woke up more and more besotted with her. The way her nose wrinkled when she was displeased, the way her eyes lit up when he entered the room, the way she rolled back her head with pleasure when his lips traveled to places further south than her belly button. One mannerism he had yet to see however, was her in a rage. At least, that was until she stormed into his study in a flood of silk and satin skirts, the glow of fury adding a becoming blush to her pale cheeks and flash to her silver eyes. 

"The nerve! The absolute nerve!"

"I told you that you should stay away from the blacksmith Alice," he looked down, hoping to hide the smile on his face. As long as she was mad at someone else, she was adorable in her rage! "You know that he has a fondness for young women's asses and yours is just about the tightest he's seen in-"

"Not that!" she turned sharply on him and he quickly stifled his smile. Best not to have her ire directed at him, especially when she was carrying his bed. He had seen the terror pregnant woman could wreck and he would wish no such torture on his worst enemy's head.

"There was a man out there who was positively full of himself! He thought that my friends were nothing more than- than riff-raff!"

He raised a brow and motioned to her to sit at the chair in front of his desk, then nodded for her to continue. She gratefully sat and frowned down at the wood, apparently thinking to herself for several moments.

"He was arrogant, very arrogant and thought that my being human was some new novelty that was like a freak show attraction."

He leaned forward, a smile back on his lips. "Let me guess. Amber eyes. Tan. Very tall. Wavy hair that women would kill to have as their own?"

Alice frowned and regarded him queerly. "Why yes. That was-"

He stood up from his chair and walked around the desk leisurely, taking her hand in his and helping her up. Smiling to answer her quizzical look, he began to walk down the study and through the large double doors and down the marble hallway that showcased various aristocratic vampires from centuries before. She barely spared a glance at the painting however as she moved quickly to follow him, dragging her skirts up to better manage her balance.

"Douglas, where-"

"Shh. I'll tell you - ah. Here we are. You can't speak here you know," he began good-naturedly before stopping in front of a painting. To call it art would be very considering of the artist's feelings, for he had no talent whatsoever and seemed more into pop art then actual portraits. The man, who may have looked stern before, now looked comical with his overbearing frown, gray skin and dark hair that framed eyes that were nearly bug-like. His fangs were peeking over his lips like buckteeth and his hands were folded in his lap, holding a cliché red rose. At least, it looked vaguely like a rose. It could have been an overripe tomato. 

Alice looked at the painting drolly, prepared to kill if this was the all important thing that he had dragged her for when Douglas pressed a finger to her lips, using his other hand to touch the side of the frame. The bug eyes popped out silently and beyond, there was another room that Alice had not been aware of. She looked at him questioningly before he gestured for her to take a peek, moving to take one of the other eye holes. She leaned in and nearly fell over from shock and arousal at the sight.

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Reckless Abandon Ch. 07



The smooth glide of his massive cock, glistening with juices didn't just pump into the smooth sheath of his lover, but teased with his withdrawal, the head slipping out of her only to slide back in snugly as it stretched her out with its welcome of him inside. The veins were prominent, blue with color and strong against the red of his cock as it continued to tease and stroke. It took her several moments to realize that that tool was disappearing into someone when she noticed the smooth, tan butt of a woman, her dark curling hair falling back and draping against her back as she threw back her head, grasping her breasts tightly. Each stroke, she moaned and demanded for more as she tweaked at her nipple and played with her clit. Beneath her, the man she recognized as the wolf leader only chuckled and tossed her onto her back, slipping himself out of her and capturing her wrists. Alice could only gape at the size of the man - how on earth had such a thing fit into such a small woman? She could have only been just over five feet at best, but the size of her breasts begged to differ on her size. The woman coyly began to slip a finger into herself, all the while watching his cock and dragged the finger into her mouth, sucking on it feverishly. 

"Oh, Faulin, don't tease me so. You know I see you so rarely," she drawled, pinching her nipple as she nipped at a finger. He smiled grimly at her, beginning to stroke himself. Up and down, up and down his hands moved. Alice's eyes followed with envy, from the bright red head to his tight balls before realizing the girl talking was that Brandy bitch she had been stuck with. Hmm - it appears she was aiming for a different ruling gig now or perhaps she was hoping for more than one. 

"That isn't my fault. You know that," he replied darkly and she cast a pout up at him and swat his hand away from his cock before getting on her knees. She licked the head and looked up at him with a saucy, triumphant smile at his shiver of pleasure.

"Mm, but I can't help it that I'm so busy here in court. You should come," Lick. Lick. "Visit me more."

He groaned and hunched over slightly. 

"I try, but you always tell me to wait," he hissed as she applied her tongue to the base and began to take him into her mouth, sucking on him noisily as she continued to stroke his base. He continued to groan softly, as if holding back until he threw her back on the floor and positioned her on her knees, hand keeping her head down. 

Alice leaned closer to the picture frame until she began to feel a familiar hand grasping her ass, kneading it and lifting her skirt. She looked at Douglas with shock and almost giggled at the intent look on his face.

"Keep watching," he mouthed and abandoned his spot to come over to her. She nodded slowly and turned back, getting more and more turned on. Had she always been a voyeur like this or was the sight of such a scene combined with Douglas's hands on her making her into one? 

She greedily looked back and saw the sight of Faulin's cock disappearing into the soaking wet lips of Brandy, only to retreat out again completely and shoved back in, this time a little more roughly. She leaned closer, shivering as she felt tiny kisses on the back of her thighs, at the curve of her butt, at the -- she moaned softly and quickly slapped a hand over her mouth, almost laughing at the absurdity of this entire situation. 

"Ah, ah! S-so good!" Brandy moaned, spreading her legs wider and griping the rug with delight. Alice quickly looked back, intent, but the feel of Douglas's finger pushing her panties to the side and the feel of his hot tongue on her aching pussy was almost too much to bear. Faulin's cock began to pick up the pace, pushing in and out in hard glides, Brandy moving with the pace across the floor with a look of pain and pleasure with each shove of his massive tool. The slap of his balls against her ass seemed to make her moan louder and louder until she sat up on her hands and began to push against him with the pace, demanding harder, faster. He obliged, breathing hard until she moved away from him, the pop of his cock out of her loud in the air before she laid on her back and grabbed his cock, slipping it back in. Faulin gave a shaky laugh and continued thrusting as she continued to demand, beginning to swear and curse with her pleasure.

"Give it to me, you asshole, give me that hard cock right there -- ah!" she screamed.

Faulin grasped her wrists and held it above her head, almost violently taking her. "With pleasure, you bitch," he growled.

Alice shivered, arching her ass forward, silently begging for more from Douglas, who only massaged her back in slow traces, taking his time licking and worshipping the very center of her womanhood, sucking her lips into his mouth with adoration and licking her clit teasingly. She bit her lip, holding in her moans and cries of pleasure with each pass of his hot tongue, up and down, up and down and sometimes, just to rattle her, he would begin to hum. The vibrations were enough to send her over the edge, but he wouldn't relent as she came back to earth, visions of a screaming woman cursing as she came welcoming her back and the feel of his hot tongue drinking in her very essence and continuing its onslaught on her senses. Alice could feel her knees nearly buckling from the pleasure, but she knew if she stopped, Douglas would too and the action she was watching would no longer be viewed. She panted softly, gripping the walls for balance and kept watching, fighting not to look back and stop the licking that was slowly making her want to come again. 

She could see Brandy relaxing on the bed, her pussy red with use and the evidence of him sticky on her smooth thighs and smooth mound. He lay next to her, breathing hard with his stomach flat on the bed, chest rising and falling rapidly at first, then eventually settling for an easier pace. She swiped a hand across her thighs, cleaning up the mess and licked it slowly, savoring the flavor. She chuckled softly and began to tie Douglas to the bed with a demand for him to lie on his back, preparing for the next act in their grand scene. He groaned softly when she bit his neck and ear, licked his chest and dipped her tongue into his belly button, biting the edges. He groaned louder when she began to lick his thighs, leading up to his slowly hardening cock and began to bob her head up and down, sucking and licking before letting it go with a pop. She took a final look and stepped back away from him, hands on hips. 

"Darling, I'm leaving you."

Alice could feel her eyes bulge out of her head and noticed that Faulin's was just about doing the same. Even Douglas stopped suddenly in his ministrations and quickly attached himself to the other peephole. The scorned lover lifted his head up slowly, fury burning in his eyes and regarded her carefully. It seemed that despite her sudden declaration, he was still aroused and ready. 

"Unless I'm mistaken, I was just inside you, doing things that couples tend to do. Was I mistaken in thinking we were together?"

She tittered and Alice found it to be a disgusting sound, especially considering the circumstances. "Oh no, Faulin! We were together, but that was just a one of our last runs," she regarded his half-soft cock longingly. "Just for old time's sake."

His fingers gripped the sheets tightly, bunching them beneath his fist. "And if I may inquire," he began politely. "As to your desire to end our relationship?"

She smiled slowly. "I've found someone else and when I realized you weren't going to marry me and make me your queen, I decided that if I wasn't going to be royalty, I was going to at least get decently fucked." 

All three parties cringed as Brandy stood up and walked to the closet, opening it wide to the sight of what appeared to be a woman. The woman, tall for her sex, but beautiful, stepped out cooly from the closet and stood before Faulin with a small smile. She was gorgeous, with long blonde hair, bright green eyes and perfect, perky, yet small breasts. Alice could feel her ire rising -- bad enough she left him, but for a woman? A woman couldn't give the slut what she wanted, which was a stiff pounding- her eyes widened as they fell onto the appendage dangling between the woman's thighs. 

"Is that a-" Douglas began.

"Shhh!" 

"Darling," Brandy began, beginning to stroke the woman's -- no, man's cock slowly as she licked his neck. He groaned. "Alex here knows exactly what a man and what a woman wants. You see, he was born a woman, but becomes a man when I ask. One of the sacred races that embodies the beauty of both sexes," she began. Now that Alice noticed it, there was something masculine about Alex. The jaw line, the nose, and the way her hips didn't flare out, but were lean like a man's. Faulin growled and jerked against his ties. 

"And therefore, Alex knows what I need. Brandy stood there as Alex began to trail down her body, kissing and worshipping her body until he kneeled between her legs, beginning to lick and tease her until she moaned and begged amidst the noisy licking and sucking noises coming from the hermaphrodite. Several moments passed before Brandy screamed in ecstasy and collapsed to the floor, legs spread wide open and juices glistening on her quivering sex. Alex smiled and licked his lips, wiping the rest off.

"Honey, don't you want to include your wolf man in the festivities. I'm sure he would love to have one last feel of your sweet little pussy." 

Brandy smiled and kissed Alex on the lips. "As long as I get to feel you inside me too,"

Faulin growled louder. "How long has this been going on?"

"Weeks and weeks," she began dreamily, approaching him and kneeling before his softening cock. She began to stroke him, licking the head while watching him with coy eyes. "I never let him take my pussy though. That was always for you." She slurped a drop of pre-cum and licked her lips as he hardened again. "I've always wanted both of you inside of me and now I get the chance. The king of wolves and a prince of fey," she sighed happily, climbing up over him.

"No Brandy! You said it was over!" 

"Oh Faulin, one more time? For me?" she begged.

"No!"

"Faulin, you have no choice..." She played with one of the ropes holding down his leg and raised a brow at him. He glared and growled low. "One more time, for old time's sake?" She began to stroke him hard and long, the head at the gate of her womanhood and he shivered and sighed. 

"One more time. After that, I never want to see you again. Ever." 

She kissed him, but he didn't return it as she slammed down on him, taking his entire length inside. She squealed with delight at the penetration and looked back at Alex, shaking her ass in his direction. He smiled and approached hard length in hand, ready and positioned at her other entrance. He slipped it in slowly and she moaned and cried out at the feeling of fullness.

"Ohh -- so good!" She began to move on Faulin, who appeared to want nothing to do with the action and Alex began to thrust, slapping her ass occasionally as his length slid in and out of her in unison to her thrusts. The slide of two cocks in her should have aroused Alice to the nth degree, but she couldn't help but think over and over the circumstance that poor Faulin was in. How could he? How could he continue, even when his broken heart was right there in his eyes and his woman was sleeping with someone else, right there? 

Alice pulled away and looked at Douglas, who looked upset.

"He loves her," she said softly. He nodded, his lips tight.

"Will he be okay?"

Douglas was silent for several moments as he began to guide her to their bedroom.

"Eventually. For now though," he began.

Alice smiled slyly and shut the doors behind them, locking the key and tossing it aside.

"Nu-uh. You're mine. It's time for my revenge." 

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