3 comments/ 54597 views/ 32 favorites Black and White Ch. 01 By: skyunending The usual disclaimers apply. The story contains descriptions of sex between males who are of legal age (some of them are more than 800 years old) and so that should not pose any problem. The story is a figment of my imagination and it took some effort to write. Comments, criticism and Applause are welcome. Contact me at the address in my profile. * Episode One "Here, want one?" Aiden offered Tinka. This was going to be revenge for the 'missed calls' incident. Or so, thought Aiden to himself, as he extended his hand with the cream biscuits towards Tinka. He knew these were her favorite and she would not be able to resist them. "Ooh Melbies!" she squealed in delight as she promptly took two of them and stuffed them into her mouth chomping ravenously. Aiden carefully watched her face holding his breath. A few moments later Tinka slowed down her munching and got a funny look over her face. And then she clasped both of her hands over her mouth and screeched. "Yuk, what's wrong with them??" "Wrong? Nothing wrong. Except... maybe for the fact that I scraped off all the cream from the biscuits and put toothpaste inside them!" Aiden had the smirk of the century on his face. "You Basta..." The rest of the sentence was left incomplete as Tinka lunged forward to try and smack Aiden on the head who easily dodged her. Moments later she could be seen gargling over the sink in the ladies room of the coffee shop. Cursing under her breath as white foam spewed out from her mouth. She was going to have to come up with some really evil plan to exact revenge from Aiden this time. Boy, was he in trouble now. "That was totally evil!" she declared as she came back and sat next to Aiden in the café. " I mean, you are so going to get it from me now." She stated to a seemingly unaffected Aiden busy guffawing away. "Stop guffawing like an ape! It wasn't that funny." "Yes it was!" "No, it was not!" "You should have seen your expression with your mouth plastered with all that minty goo! Damn, I should have got my camera!" "Aiden Writer, you are in deep shit now!" "Yeah Right! That's exact same thing I said to you when you could not stop giving Chas all those missed calls from my phone, if you can recall any of your past evil deeds," replied Aiden haughtily, referring to the previous week when Aiden made the mistake of telling Tinka he had a crush on their class branch Co-ordinator. Tinka went all out after that, using Aiden's cell phone whenever she could get a hold of it, to just give a single ring every time on Chas' phone. A few embarrassing return calls later, vengeance was all that was on Aiden's mind. "Well that was cute and kinda funny." "So was this!" replied Aiden with an air of triumph. Then he cheekily extended the packet containing the maligned biscuits towards the enraged female. "Want some more?" Tinka replied by slinging her bag and smacking him over the head. "Oww!" cried Aiden. "That hurt!" "Well it should." Aiden and Tinka had first become friends in the 8th grade when A friend of Adien's had commented that Tinka possessed 'very large boobs'. That was still in the 8th grade when Aiden's new found homosexuality made it hard for him to hear guys labeling girls as sluts and bitches. His friend had challenged him to go and say it to her if he had the guts. That very night Aiden called Tinka up and told her what his friend thought of her assets. "What?" she had reacted. "Is that all he likes about me?" Chumminess came easily to them after that and they became as thick as thieves. Always together, and always referred to as a couple. Few of their close friends knew the truth though. "Well gotta head back and finish my presentation." Tinka nodded her head. "Miss Marple's gonna kill us with those submissions and presentations you know." "Yeah, excuses. Nowadays you never have time for me," Aiden stated with a mock frown on his face. "Yeah dolt!" I spend more time with you than any of the boyfriends I date! I mean, we are practically married!" "Ewww." "Well eww from my side too, but it's true." "Double eww." "Eww all you want, I am gonna be heading back, and you, my 'husband' Aiden, are gonna be dropping me back to my room." "As your Excellency desires!" "Her Excellency desires that you pick her and Aditi up at 11:00. We are going to 'Earthquake' tonight!" "Cool! Aditi's coming to Earthquake too?" "Yes, you better believe it. The gorgeous Indian Chick is coming along. She's finally mixing with the other girls now. So if you wanna bring along some guys who wanna discreetly drool over her, feel free." "Umm, we'll see." "I am sure Chas would love to come!" Tinka knew she was asking for it. "Yeah, I bet he would," replied Aiden appearing to be nonchalant but knowing that Tinka would surely see the seething person inside him. "Or maybe Dominic would!" This time Tinka hit a sore spot. She was already getting back at him for the Melbies prank. Aiden flashed her an angry glare. Dominic was the guy that Aiden had been in love with for a long time though he would never admit it to anyone. Tinka wondered how he managed to keep it all bottled inside himself. She had never seen someone so madly besotted with anyone before. And even more fierce about keeping it all to oneself. Aiden Writer sure had endurance. "I'll just get Jason along." He muttered finally. Jason Bradley was one of Aiden's roommates. "Okey Dokey!" Aiden dropped her off at her dorm and then sped towards his. Maybe if he hurried he could finish all of his assignment work and squeeze in a little bit of tennis playing time with Steve and Jason, if any of them would agree to come along with him. Steve Johnson was his second roommate. ~~~ "Hey guys!" Aiden boomed as he swung open the door of his room. A very lukewarm hey came back from Steve who seemed busy reading a Mathew Reilly novel and a very enthusiastic 'wazzzzuuuup' came from Jason who stretched out his hand to high five him. "Anyone for Tennis?" he enquired. "Yeah sure." Steve said pertly as he slammed down his book. As bookish as he might seem, Steve was never one to pass up on a game of tennis. "You guys go ahead." Jason chimed in. "I'll play a little baski and join you later. Jason was the most athletic of the trio and at the same time the most affable, friendly and naive. His innocence caused him to be the butt of jokes at most times but everyone loved the five foot five inch dude and Aiden always considered himself lucky to have such a great roommate. Aiden was academically the most brilliant of the three, by far that is. With the highest CGPA in his class, he always had his friends pestering him as to how he achieved such great grades when he studied so little. "Sheer genius" he would tell them. "Well I'll just be playing for a half hour or so, but you can join Steve later if he is still at the courts," replied Aiden while carefully taking out his tennis togs from a neatly folded bundle in his cupboard. Steve just picked up something from the heap lying on the bed and slipped it on. "Ok then see you later." "And yeah, don't forget, tonight we are going to 'Earthquake' with Tinka and that new Indian babe Aditi." Aiden knew Steve would not be interested and never bothered informing him. "You gotta be kidding me! Aditi Agrawal. Fucking-A!" "Yup, Aditi Agrawal" "Shit, how the hell do you properly pronounce her name? gotta ask someone that!" Steve and Aiden left a beaming Jason in the room who was now happily rummaging amongst his side of the room searching for his basketball. How the hell could someone not find a basketball? Aiden would never understand, His friends would badger him to no end about being such a stickler and a neatness freak, but that's the way that he liked things. ~~~ 40 minutes of tennis later, Aiden was exhausted and grumbling. His serve was as bad, if not as worse than when he had started playing tennis a year back, his backhand sucked and his reaction time also seemed screwed up. Steve mercilessly routed him for a 6-1 victory. "Sheesh! I suck! I really do," Aiden grumbled to himself, slamming his racket on the bench as he slumped down and guzzled on a bottle of water. "Yup, you sure do!" added Steve. Aiden glanced at Steve. Steve sure was a mystery to him. The guy was lazy as hell most of the time just lying around, sleeping 10-12 hours a day, watching movies or playing on the comp but he could sure be active when he wanted to. Aiden was enervated to the core after a furious tennis session but Steve appeared to be hardly breaking a sweat. Steve was unarguably the best-looking amongst the 3 roommates and also the most moody. But he was also the only other person other than Tinka who knew about Aiden's sexuality. "So. You're going to the Earthquake with Tinka and Jason?" "And Aditi?" "Yeah, her too." "Yup." Aiden knew Steve had something on his mind but knew he would just have to be patient if he wanted him to say it. "So nowadays you not sleeping around with any guy?" Aiden was taken aback. This was pretty straight-forward for Steve. Steve had accepted Aiden's sexuality when he had come out to him, but was never very comfortable with the details regarding it. On the other hand there was Tinka who always demanded things right down to the most graphic and sordid detail from Aiden. "Nope! No one." Steve then took a deep breath. "Why don't you do something about Dominic and ask..." "Hey, howzzit going?" The two were interrupted by Jason as he strutted onto the courts with a basketball in his hands. The petite guy clad with an arm band and head band was smiling as his usual self. Jason looked at an annoyed Steve and a red faced Aiden. "People, are we playing?" Jason was never good at picking up hints and had no clue that he had interrupted something, much to the relief of Aiden. "Yeah, sure... err..." stuttered Aiden. "I'll just go and... um... you continue with Steve." Aiden looked about frantically and caught side of Steve with a blank expression on his face. 'Always difficult to read' he thought. "So 11 PM at night right?" "Yup, be ready!" stated Aiden as he scurried about collecting his items in a rush to get away from there. He left the court hastily as Steve's eyes followed him till he exited and Jason continued rambling to Steve telling him about how he had obtained details about Aditi and how he had found out that she really loved cats. ~~~ "It's been eons since an Alchemist has appeared on the material plane," the dulcet voice of the Empress of Vand stated. She cast her blue eyes upon the bowing masculine figure before her. Black. That was the name he was famously known as. The guardian of the empress of Vand, the dark silver 'seraph', the keeper of the Dark, all were names and titles bestowed upon him. Arangyunus was his real name, but very few Perpetuals knew that. His Silver grey wings stretched across more than 30 feet from one tip to the other and a dark crystalline glint sparkled across his sinewy torso. The tips of the wings had black streaks highlighting the edges. The scene looked peculiar, for an entity of such seeming power to be bowing in respect in front of an ostensibly four year old child. The Empress shook her head and her long golden tresses swayed. "The alchemist has to be won over." Her pet chimera, Pi flitted noisily. "Black will take on the required form and descend upon the material plane?" This message was telepathic and was directed only towards the Empress of Vand? "Yes Black will do the required." And she gazed upon the eyes of her guardian as he lifted his silver eyes to meet hers. Brilliant sparkles of white and blue light scintillated across his form as the wings slowly disappeared and the Perpetual's body slowly changed color to a pale flesh tone. At the end of the transformation, present in front of the Empress and her pet was a naked man, bowing waiting for his mistress to give the next command. "Go, Arangyunus. Perpetrate the necessary." And with that order from his mistress, Black stood up, a powerful male of the human species. His form slowly shimmered and disappeared. A few seconds later he appeared on the material plane. This would be the most difficult errand his mistress would ever send him on. Only, he did not realize that yet. "Mistress, are you certain that Black should be employed for this task." Pi, the telepathic chimera had doubts. "The Alchemist is an event occurring in a millennium. Should you not descend upon the material plane yourself and handle this yourself?" "The Alchemist possesses powers beyond the Perpetuals. And that power has never been correctly harnessed. Force will under no circumstances lend us his powers, because they are his to use." "So overwhelming by lust will bend him towards our side?" "Perchance. Or maybe it will require more than that." ~~~ The door of the bar swung open as the 4 of them walked in. Aditi being led by an over courteous Jason followed by a pair of haggling 21 year olds; Aiden and Tinka. "What do you mean by 'the debate club is not good enough'? The debate club of our uni is fab and I Aiden, am absolutely the best speaker." "You would not be the best speaker if there were no other speaker's left darling. I think Mr. Rodrigues would oust you in a debate." Mr. Rodrigues was the head janitor in the university campus. He was dumb and speech was not a virtue bestowed upon him. "What? You saying that he can raise arguments better than me?" Aiden was flaring as he took the seat opposite Jason and Aditi. "You would not recognize a cogent argument if it hit you on the head and ran all over you." Tinka knew exactly how to push Aiden's sore spots to get a rise out of him. She gracefully sat on the seat beside Aiden. "And what about your..." "Guys Please." Jason interrupted Aiden with a pained expression on his face. Aiden immediately felt guilty when he thought about how badly Jason wanted to meet this Aditi girl. He turned and saw Tinka was in too with a guilty expression on her face. Then he saw Jason pleading him with his eyes. Jason really had the hots for this Tinka girl and he wanted things to start of on the right foot today. "Well Aditi, the two of us are always at opposite warheads releasing all kinds of ammunition on each other. It is not as bad as it looks or sounds." Tinka was smiling as she said that. Aiden also had a big grin over his face once again remembering that other people might not find their 'friendly' bantering as friendly as it was supposed to be. "Yeah, tell me about it, motormouth marathon" Jason whistled under his breath. Then before Aiden could figure out what he had said he quickly turned towards Aditi, "Hey Aditi, you like cats? My grandma lives close to the campus and her cat just gave birth to 5 kittens last week!" Aiden clunked his head against the table in his mind as Tinka nudged his foot under the table. This had to be the cheesiest way to start a conversation with someone. "Um, yeah..." Aditi replied looking at Jason with a weird look on her face. "Great, you can come over with me sometime to my grandma's place and we can... err cuddle and pet." Tinka, Aiden and Aditi all glared at Jason. "Pet the kittens... the, the little fur balls... all soft and cuddly." Jason' face was as red as a beet root. He could not believe what a big ass he was making of himself. "Uh huh.... maybe sometime." Aditi had a 'what-a-bozo' look on her face. Just then a black girl with golden curls and an apron appeared and introduced herself as the waitress. "What will you guys have?" While Tinka glared at Jason, who looked sheepishly at Aiden who was busy looking at Aditi wondering whether the 'why do I have to be unwittingly paired up with this bozo' look on her face was indeed what he was deciphering it to be. Jason really wanted this girl very badly and he and Tinka would have to take matters into their hands for now. Tinka apparently had the same thoughts on her mind for as soon as the drinks were ordered she asked Jason. "So, how is basketball coming along these days?" Jason got a smile on his face just at the mention of the game. "Yeah that's' right" Aiden thought, keep the conversation to sports and Jason would not have any trouble then. Over the next 15 minutes Jason' sports abilities were discussed in detail. His being in the uni's Basketball team or 'Baski' as he referred to it, even though he was by far the shortest player on the team. His being on the uni's tennis team, a feat Aiden had spent grueling hours of practice to achieve, and Jason seemed to play tennis effortlessly. His being on the swim team and even an ace track athlete. Aditi seemed to be taken in by his athletic achievements and looked at Jason with a new admiration. Jason just seemed to bask in the glow of his abilities and was back to his effervescent affable self - the one that does not blunder like a drunk on 36 shots of vodka when he was with girls. As the two started to get engrossed into the conversation themselves Aiden motioned over to Tinka to let the two be. They excused themselves and headed over to the bar. "Well that starts of something between Jason and Aditi." Stated Tinka as she flopped down onto one of the bar stools and motioned the bartender to come over. The guy sitting on the adjacent glanced at her and then fixed his gaze on her breasts. Aiden noticed and scowled a bit. He slowly settled onto the stool next to Tinka still frowning at the guy which seemed to have no effect on him. "Well you've got an admirer." Aiden said pointing with his chin to the lecher on Tinka's right. "Or rather should I say your body parts have another admirer?" The guy coughed and looked away as Tinka whirled around to see what Aiden was talking about then shook her head and looked at the ceiling in a helpless gesture. "I was saying that Tinka looks to be totally into our chummy buddy." They booth looked at a Jason and Aditi animatedly laughing over what appeared to be a very good joke. "She could probably pick him and toss him out if he causes any trouble." She said laughing to herself. Aiden joined in the laughter. It was true; Jason was not exactly shorter than her, but was pretty short indeed and Aditi had apparently wore heels cause she now stood just a couple of inches over him if they both stood up. "So Aiden, when are you going to get hooked?" she said with a solemn expression on her face. "Don't know." Aiden took a deep breath and continued, "When the mood is right I guess?" "Mooood? What the hell do you mean by that? How about now?" "And you are supplying prince charming I suppose?" "Yeah, he's behind me!" "What?" Aiden glanced behind her. " 'Mister-I-can't-keep-my-eyes-of-women's-boobies'?" "No not him you moron!" Tinka said haughtily. "The guy behind the lecher, the one in the black shirt." Aiden leaned forward to look behind her. The guy who he had first scorned at him now scorned at him. This time Aiden ignored his look and looked at the guy next to him. Blond hair, nice face and good looking. He had a prominent dimple on his cheek. "And what makes you think he may be interested in me?" "Well..." Tinka stated with an air of omniscience, "I noticed him glancing over at you before when we were with Jason and Aditi...." She paused to gulp at her drink. "And besides he never once glanced at my breasts when I settled down here" she stated as if it was the most non- hetero thing to do on the planet. "Yeah right! And that gives me the authority to go and make a pass at him...." "Of course it does!" Tinka stated triumphantly cutting Aiden off. Aiden swallowed before his next words. "Mrs. big Doosies does not get stared at her curves and then expects the guy to be a crooked one eh... someone sure is conceited!" Black and White Ch. 01 "Oh stop with your smart ass replies for once. Why don't you just give it a chance?" "He's probably straight you nut! You just want me to get a black eye. I have never met a single gay guy in this place even once! The probability that he caters to my kind is absolutely minimal!" "Stop thinking with your logical head for once. Why the hell won't you go and make a pass at him! It's not like he'll think you are from outer space or something. Even if he is straight, I am sure he has heard of gay guys to figure out where you are coming from." Tinka took a deep breath. She still had more to say, "Stop saving yourself for that Dominic Paige." 2 more minutes of exasperated arguing later Aiden got up, straightened his shirt and advanced slowly towards the subject of their argument muttering and cursing Tinka under his breath. But he knew better than to argue with her when she was in those headstrong moods. "Just do as she says." He murmured to himself and cautiously approached the blond guy. "Hi, can I buy you a drink?" Aiden looked questioningly towards the blond dude sitting seemingly alone on a barstool who returned his inquiring look with a puzzled one. Aiden extended his hand. "My name's Aiden." The guy shook the offered hand hesitatingly, his puzzled countenance morphing into a slight scowl. "So what's your name?" Aiden was wondering if he would have to do all the talking. "Josh." He said and then shut his mouth. Aiden noticed how beautiful his lips were. The guy had a dimple only on his left cheek, the one Aiden had seen before and none on the other. It made him look real cute to Aiden. The music in the club boomed really loud by now and Aiden found it difficult to listen to what Josh was saying, if he was saying anything that was. "Listen, are you waiting for someone or can I take this seat here?" "Whatever, take it." he replied nonchalantly, not seeming too pleased that this over-friendly guy was piling onto him. Aiden looked at Josh's face and thought for a moment, but decided to sit down cause he had already come this far. "No." he stated flatly, before Aiden could initiate further conversation. "You don't need to buy me a drink." "Oh, Alrighty then," Aiden said a little taken aback, "So anyway Josh, what do you do?" "Why, is it any business of yours?" he replied churlishly. Aiden wanted to leave the table just then but his mouth was not listening to his mind and decided to talk on. "No, just asking if you study in some university around this place." "Yeah, am an architecture student at Misoha." He replied not so ever glancing at Aiden but looking straight ahead. "Architecture eh? Used to sleepless nights, A3 sheets and T-squares?" "Why, are you an architect too?" he asked with an annoyed expression on his face. "No, it's just that some of my very good friends are. I'm an engineering student." The guy looked away once again. Aiden was not sure how to proceed any more. Should he try to talk to this guy once more or should he just politely leave while he still wore his dignity. Was Tinka's guess right that this Josh was interested in him? Hardly seemed so. He would try to talk just once more and if things did not get any warmer, he would just have to leave this chap. "So your submissions and viva's must be coming up right?" Josh firmly placed his mug on the table and rotated to face Aiden. "Listen buddy, go play your homo games with someone else. I AM NOT INTERESTED. If you feel I was looking at you earlier, it's because you look a lot like my cousin, so please would you just get lost?" Aiden looked him squarely in the face, "thanks for clearing that up." Not at all showing the hurt he felt inside on his face he got up to leave. Tinka Appeared behind the two suddenly. "Hey you guys, what's going on?" "Your ugly homo friend out here was hitting on me." "And what makes you think he was hitting on you? Did he ask you for a blowjob or something?" Tinka sure knew how to put someone in a spot. "No but he... just fuck off you two!" "Not everyone comes from a respectful household I guess," Tinka stated as she grabbed Aiden by the arm and pulled him back over to where they were initially seated. Aiden felt like a pile of shit and Tinka felt even worse. "Shit, Sorry Ade, never meant to get you humiliated like that." Aiden looked over at Tinka's apologetic expression. He tried to put a smile on his face but could barely muster the courage for one. "It's fine," he squeaked and cleared his throat to get his voice out, "it's just that I looked like his cousin so he was giving me the look over earlier." "It's all my fault, please let me buy you a drink." Aiden looked at Tinka, thankful that even though he had no one to share his life with consummately, he at least had Tinka. ~~~ Not too far away from the booming music of the disco, in a dark alley, the view got nebulous as a naked human form gradually 'shimmered' onto the material plane. The deserted alley felt the presence of one the most powerful dark Perpetuals. The form was crouched, the body wrapped into itself as if in a cocoon. Black had arrived into the human world. He slowly un-entangled himself and stood up to his full height. A towering figure with a forbidding presence. The thew of his torso apparent at just a glance with ridges along the abdomen descending into powerful pubes. The strapping arms appeared mighty but actually showed no signs of the superhuman feats they were capable of. Sturdy legs lofted him to an impressive verticality. His back was sinewy and rippled with each muscular form palpating under the slightest movement. The human encased dark Seraph extended one arm outwards with the palms facing upwards and slowly closed his palm in the shape of a claw as each muscle in the arm tensed. "Stealth Ability 37; Shadowy Specter," Black voiced out. And as soon as those words left his mouth his form was morphed to a black velvet which burgeoned in all directions and then rapidly fell to the ground. The Stealth spell would allow Black to move about undetected as he searched for methods to blend into the surroundings and found his target. A dark blackness now moved about on the earth as it left the deserted alley and moved along streets in which people strayed. The shadow soon glided along to the entrance of an edifice which possessed a miscellany of clothes displayed on a myriad of mannequins. The structure appeared to be isolated as was common for a facility of its kind for this time of the night. The shadowy form sailed under the locked glass doors. Black was now inside a clothing and accessories shop. Once inside, the shadow resumed the form of a naked man; one in search of garbs. Black came over to a mannequin set adorned in the latest styles and looked over them. The mannequins were skinny and not up to his height. Finding an attire would be difficult. Just then he noticed a male species mannequin in the centre enclosed in a glass casing which appeared to be larger than the others. Adorned in dark denim with a cross gartering white string extending from head to toe on either side. Black shoes of leather of the most upmarket kind and a white gossamer shirt diaphanous to some extent. Black proceeded to disrobe the lifeless model as he put on each garment on his own body. He would have to do this manually as his powers were of no use in such circumstances. In fact, the extent of his powers would be greatly suppressed when he would be in this form. Just then black's noticed he was not alone in the huge room. A security guard stood gaping at him as soon as he finished attiring himself. Black cursed himself in his mind. His abilities were restrained and would take some time to recover and even then would not return to their full efficiency till he assumed his original form. That explained how a security guard had gotten so close without him sensing it. "Hey you!" the man in uniform bellowed. "What the fuck are you doing in here?" Black knew he would have to take matters into his own hands now. He extended his left arm forward, bending it into a V shape and placed his right hand across it creating a cross structure. Black opened his mouth to cant. "Internecine Ability 60; BlackFang Slash." Black rapidly moved his right arm across as if slashing the left with two fingers. Simultaneously A black streak appeared just above the nape of the security guard and slashed diagonally across the neck. A grimace remained painted across the victim's face as his head was severed off and a chunk of his body slowly slipped off from the bottom half. Both parts fell to the floor. Blood sputtered in all directions. The security guard would never understand how this entity had managed to cut him in two from a distance of more than 40 feet. Black reeled under the recoil effect of the mutually destructive 'internecine' spell. The recoil was immense for a spell of such low caliber, but the dark seraph was itself devoid of his powers. A few seconds later, Black, Shaking off the effects of the recoil headed towards the main entrance. Fully attired in clothes he could now proceed on his quest to find the Alchemist. 9 hours later detectives and forensic experts would examine the macabre homicide of a clothesline store security guard. The body, in 2 parts, one consisting of the head, neck, a shoulder blade and part of an arm and the other part consisting of whatever else a human body comprises of, would leave them dumbfounded. What force could slice the human body like this, as if it were a mere vegetable? ~~~ Aiden stared into the mirror ahead of him. He was still at the disc, in the toilet that is. He had excused himself for a moment from Tinka to come to the men's restroom. The music thumped in muffled tones as Aiden sadly looked at his own reflection. Was he that ugly? He sure had had his share of one-nighters, all thanks to the internet. He could meet guys who were not so blessed with looks and carry out his release with them. In fact the last 2 years had seen him indulge in many one night stands, thanks to easy get away procedures from the frat rooms. But relationships were another world apart. He looked at his scruffy black hair. Tousled. It was always like that. He never combed it. Did he need a hair-cut? Usually it was cut short and hardly required much combing but right now it was long and disheveled. It just looked un-maintained. His hair-cut was at least a couple of months overdue. Then he looked at his glasses. Did glasses make him look over-nerdy? Some of his one one-night 'Johns' enjoyed his nerdy look. They loved it when the nerdy guy turned into an animal in bed. And he had worn glasses all his life. Switching over to contacts or something would be a harrowing experience. He looked at his face. Ordinary; Painfully so. And right now there was a zit above his left brow which made him grimace even more. Aiden contemplated his own looks. He remembered Josh's words calling him, well, ugly. He felt lower than a pug's testicles. Then he scanned his eyes over his own body in the mirror. At least that was in good shape. He loved keeping fit. All the daily push-ups and tennis made his body streamlined and well proportioned, though he felt he was a little too skinny. 5'11" was not a bad height either. His teeth looked okay as well. Thank God he had had braces for a year when he was 17.Aiden thought back to the days when his looks never mattered. A toilet stall door swung open behind him with a clang as someone strolled out. Aiden quickly left the mirror to get back into the noisy bacchanal ambience. He was now in no mood to stay and would leave immediately, after informing Tinka and the others. He would have to come up with some excuse for Chas and Aditi, but he was sure Tinka would accompany him out of this wretched place. "Hey Tinka." He called out to her in a soft voice as he neared her, "I don't much feel like staying here. I think I'll leave." Tinka looked at him sorrowfully. She knew most of this was her fault. She should not have coaxed Aiden to go and talk to that blonde asshole. Seeing the saturnine look on Aiden's face, she decided she would have to accompany him. She no longer felt like staying on in this dump either. "You know what, I'm gonna come too. Let's just get away from here." Tinka raised herself from the barstool as Aiden told her to wait a moment as he went over and informed Jason and Aditi who were now busy dancing away to the cadence, gyrating on the dance floor. Aiden felt a little better to see that at least Jason was having a good time. As Aiden approached the couple, he noticed that Aditi's movements suddenly got slower and she almost stopped dancing, her eyes fixated towards the entrance of the disc. Aiden followed her gaze, looking across the sea of people drinking, swinging and laughing till his eyes rested on Him. He stood there, as if searching for someone, his face expressionless. A tall man with the looks of a comic book superhero. With a diaphanous white top that accentuated his perfect muscular torso and denim clad legs with lacings on the sides the man looked drop dead gorgeous. Aiden stood transfixed for 5 seconds. He had never in his life laid eyes on someone so strikingly handsome. Then he remembered the incident with that Josh character and sighed inwards. Aiden progressed towards Aditi who was apparently still gazing at 'Mr. Knock you dead with one look', as Aiden now referred to him in his mind. Aiden looked around to notice that by now, many people had their eyes riveted towards the new entry. "Hey Aditi," Aiden screamed above the deafening music, shaking the girl out her staring stupor. "Tinka and me are leaving. You guys have a nice time." "Uh... yeah. Ok." Was all she replied. Then she blushed and smiled and diverted her attention back to Jason who was still dancing unaware of what was going on around. That was just like Jason's character, Aiden thought to himself. Aiden made his way back to Tinka who had noticed the new arrival too. "Super hot guy eh?" she questioned, motioning towards the centre of more than half the club's attention. "Yeah." Aiden muttered softly under his breath, not raising his eyes to look in the pointed direction. Tinka decided to not pursue this line any further. She felt a sudden rise of desire to stay back and try to approach the guy but then decided against it remembering the state Aiden was in. She quietly followed Aiden as he headed towards the door. "Hey!" a voice called out to Aiden just as he was about to exit the club. Aiden whirled around to see if it was him being called out to. It was the white shirt hunky guy. And he signaled Aiden to stop as he made his way across the sea of people towards him. People turned their heads as he passed them, envious, fascinated and some openly drooling at the sight of such beauty. Aiden looked at Tinka's face with a questioning look on his face. She shrugged her shoulders and returned him a puzzled look. "Hi! I'm Will. Can I buy you a drink?" Aiden stood a little befuddled. Why was this Adonis type character approaching him, who had all but left the bar, asking to buy him a drink. His thoughts were running even hazier as he realized that this guy had severe green eyes whose hues were even noticeable in the lights of the disc. He just looked at the guy's mouth moving till he realized the man had stopped talking a few moments ago. "Uhh... drink?" "Yeah sure! I'd love to buy you a drink, if you have the time that is!" Aiden was flustered. Why was this guy so adamant to buy him a drink? Why would such an awesomely handsome chap be interested in him? Was someone playing a trick on him or something? Unknown to Aiden, his thoughts were being read. His mind was rummaged along as Black, who had assumed the name of Will had found his target. Powerful Perpetuals often possessed the ability to read the minds of lesser humans. Black was presently scouring the Alchemist's mind perusing each and every thought that came up. Aiden composed himself. "Hey man, I really appreciate the offer, but I was just about to leave. I have to drop my friend back too." He gestured towards Tinka "Cool, can I tag along?" Will asked with an innocent expression. "You? Err..." Aiden was dumbfounded. "Of course you can!" Tinka interpolated forcefully. "We'd love to have your company...err, Will. I'm Tinka and this here is Aiden." Aiden shrugged his shoulders in a 'sure-join-us' gesture and then headed outside with his best friend and the hottest dude on the planet in tow. A couple of girls entering the club in the opposite directions ogled at the new collection to the pair. "Hey Handsome," one of them cooed at Will, "Wanna buy me a drink." "No, I'll buy you one!" interjected the other. And then both of them giggled as the trio walked by, Will ignoring the tittering pair. The three walked out into the relatively warmer temperature of the night; Aiden was finding it hard to keep his eyes of the man walking beside him but at the same time did not understand what to say to him. Tinka was trying to figure out this new person and Black aka Will was busy skimming along Aiden's thoughts. Yes. This was the alchemist. There was a subtle difference in the way his mind and thoughts felt when compared to other humans. His task was now to win over the usage of the Alchemist's powers. Seduction was the easiest way, but as he combed Aiden's mind he realized that his prey was in an emotionally unstable state right now. It was too bad that his psychic abilities would only allow him to probe at surfacing thoughts and not allow him to delve into the mind as his Empress could. If he had her abilities, he would effortlessly have been able to plant the thought of sex directly into the boy's brain. "Really nice Weather today." Will started sensing the awkwardness going through Aiden's head. "A good thing it rained in the afternoon; really cooled the atmosphere." "Yeah A much needed respite from the relentless heat." Tinka added smiling. "Easy for the two of you to say. I was outside and got caught in the rain in the morning. Got totally drenched." Aiden stated with a mock frown on his face. "Sorry to hear that." Will replied. "No, actually I love getting soaked in the rain. Just that I had my bag and all. My books got steeped." "Then good riddance eh? Get rid of all the college books and all?" Will's smile widened and Aiden could not help noting his perfectly straight immaculate teeth. "Some people sure have it all", he thought to himself, and to Black as well. "Yup, sure did, but I had one of my frat mate's books too. Boy was he furious!" Aiden was laughing hard as he pictured Jason seething with rage at him in the morning. "Frat mate? You guys are students in one of the universities nearby?" Will knew that asking such a question would immediately give rise to thoughts in Aiden's mind which would give him a little more information to help his aims. "Yeah," Aiden replied, I am an engineering student and Tinka here is struggling to become an architect." "What do you mean struggling?" asked an irked Tinka. "Will, take note that Aiden here is the phoniest of engineers you'll ever get to meet. These engineers are all no good con artistes that dupe people out of their money in exchange for nothing." "Don't even get me started on the bitchy work you architects do..." and the two were once again lost I their arguments, forgetting all about their surroundings. Black pretended to be enjoying their banter and put a smile on his face. Inside he felt absolutely revolted. These humans were so lowly and pathetic. Their pass times and habits were contemptible. Why do the alchemy powers only surface in a human soul? Black had a slight urge to use one of the Internecine Ability spells to wipe out both these pathetic creatures right there on the spot. Even this Alchemist boy seemed over vulnerable. He wondered if seducing him would work. Black and White Ch. 01 Nearing a coffee shop Black sensed that Aiden would like to enjoy some coffee. "Hey you two, care for some coffee. I sure would like some." The pair stopped arguing and looked at Will. Aiden was contemplating having some coffee himself. "Yeah sure." Was his reply, "If you also want some," he asked Tinka. Tinka saw this as a perfect opportunity to clear her name for the mess she had caused earlier in the bar with the Josh dude. She also felt that Will was a nice enough guy from the conversations they had had. Aiden "You boys go ahead. I have to get back to my sorority. Have some sheets to cover up on." Black immediately saw through the lie. So she was leaving so Aiden could spend some time alone with him. These pitiable humans sure did things in strange ways. But it suited him just fine. "Are you sure?" Aiden inquired. He badly wanted to chat up this hunky Will but due to the events that happened earlier he still could not think straight. "Yes positive. It's not like I have to have a chaperone till the hostel or something." "We could just go till your dorm, drop you off and ..." "Just go dammit," she growled, and then leaned in and whispered into Aiden's ear, "Have fun darling, you deserve it. And don't forget, I wan't ALL the details later." Black smiled at her as she waved at him and trudged off. A small golden bell above the door chimed as the door swung open and Aiden entered along with Will in tow. The café was sparsely filled, as it was expected to be. All eyes turned to see who entered and then remained fixed on the taller of the two men. Aiden noticed the stares and felt a tinge of jealousy within him. What was there to be jealous of he wondered. He knew next to nothing about this guy; other than the fact that he should be shooting for some major Hollywood movie rather than sipping coffee with a person as boring as himself. Aiden wondered if movie stars and models looked this hot from close but then thinking about the ones he had actually met face to face, he came to the conclusion that they did not. Aiden settled onto one of the cushioned sofas glad that they were available and Black settled down next to him. Black sensed a hue of confidence arising in the Alchemist that was not there earlier. He left it to the boy to initiate the conversation now. Aiden paused a few moments enraptured by the beauty seated next to him. In the lights of the café, his features were clearly visible. The chiseled cheek bones, the strong muscular jaw, the soft pink lips, the dense black hair, the perfect complexion and his severe green eyes. This guy was the complete looks package and Aiden wondered if he could ever be in a relationship with a person of such beauty. "He maybe a complete idiot inside" Aiden reminded himself but still wondered why Will was interested in him. "So Will, What do you do? I mean you know that I am an engineering student and all. How old are you first of all?" "Why, how old do I look?" "I don't know, 24, 25 years old?" Black chuckled at this reply thinking his actual age was the number supplied by Aiden multiplied by at least 40. "I'm 27," he decided and stated the same to Aiden. A young boy who looked to be about 16 interrupted them. "What will you both have?" the young boy smiled a little too much at Will who immediately interpreted from his mind that this young waiter had just quarreled with his friend, a brunette looking scornfully at him, as to who would serve the hot man candy. Apparently the curly haired brunette had lost. "I'll have an Iced Eskimo," quoted Aiden. "Make that two." Will smiled at Aiden. "Anything else?" the young waiter asked, eager to stay on and talk a bit more. His eyes were still focused on Will. Aiden lifted his eyebrows thinking that the young waiter could not possibly be any more vulgar in ogling at his companion. "No that will be all, thank you." Will read Aiden thoughts and quickly dismissed the waiter who went back with a disappointed look. "So Will, is your name short for William or is it just Will?" "No it's just Will. Will Black that is." "Will Black? So you don't mind me calling you Black?" "Not at all. In fact many do call me Black." "No just kidding. I'll call you Will itself." "Suti yourself." "And Mr. Will, what do you do? You already know I am an engineering student." Scient Abilities and referring to Aiden's thought patterns allowed Black to come up with a reply to this one. "I am a social worker." Aiden raised his eye brows at his reply. Black had just chosen a profession from the alchemist's mind which the alchemist really looked up to. "No kidding. Social worker?" "Well sort of. My grandfather left me in charge of this really huge retirement home and I take care of that." "I thought you would probably be a model or something," and for some strange reason, Aiden himself was blushing after saying that. "So what kind of work does it require?" "Taking care of the premises, the facilities, medical care, sometimes seeking sponsors and donations and in general, to just keep the place running." "Really cool. You'll have to take me there sometime." Black replied without flinching, "Definitely. Any time you want." He also recognized the fact that Aiden was genuinely interested and he would have to make arrangements for the necessary. Aiden now looked at Will in a totally different light. "So Aiden, how old are you and what's you full name." "Yeah, sorry about that. Aiden Writer. That's my full name. Just turned 21 this March." The discussion soon shifted to various topics ranging from studies, weather, eating interests and sports. Black conveniently quoted that he played the sports Aiden did changing a few to not make it sound totally rigged. "No kidding!" Aiden had burst out when he heard Will loved tennis and swimming. "I love tennis and swimming myself!" Throughout Black searched for an opportunity to somehow seduce the Alchemist and break him. The cat and mouse games were tiring him out more than any of the strongest Internecine Ability spells but he was aware of the fact, that anything happening would have to be totally consensual and even the slightest of resistances from the Alchemist would spoil everything. If things went a little too awry and the Alchemist got unbridled control of his powers, even he could be annihilated. Aiden on his part was really enjoying himself, really liking this new find. Not only was he 10 times a regulation hottie, he really cared about people and was great to converse with too. Somewhere along the way Aiden once more got entranced by his looks. Shifting a little to adjust his nether regions which would put him in a really messy situation in this café, he suddenly realized that the two had been chattering away since almost 40 minutes. He would have to get back soon. Unless he found other ways to spend the night with... Black understood the line of thought and at once picked up that the frat rooms were no place for him and Aiden to have a mating session. Maybe he could do the boy on the beach itself. These was no moon and it was totally dark. No one would notice. But then the boy's thoughts shifted once more. The boy wanted this to be more than a one night stand. Black felt dark rage rising inside him as he perused the thought of a relationship cruising in the boy's mind. He had no time for childish games. But Aiden's next few words caught him completely off guard. "Tell me Will, why are you interested in me?" Black searched Aiden's mind but could not find a reply. "Why do you ask that?" "I mean, hot like you, does not hang out with plain like me, unless for a very good reason." Black would have to resolve this question on his own. He took a deep breath. "You know, back at the bar, I just got a glimpse of you and was suddenly deeply attracted. I saw the melancholy on your face and immediately knew that I wanted to see that face smiling. And when you were leaving from the bar, I knew that I wanted to go along with you and get out of that stuffy place. And in fact, I made an excellent choice." Aiden just looked at him blankly, a slight smile on his face. Black could confirm his mind was blank too. In fact it was serene and calm. "You're beautiful Aiden. And you attract me in more ways than billions of people can. And I just had to be with you." Aiden stared at Will not knowing what to say. Then he smiled and let his breath out. He had been holding it in and was not even aware of it. "Ok, I have to get back to my frat now, it's getting pretty late." Aiden arose from his seat. Black was confused. What the fuck had he just said? Was he going to bang the Alchemist tonight? Was the Alchemist angry or upset with him? Did he never want to see him again or something? Or worse, had his mission failed? Why was he not being able to read the boy's thoughts anymore? "Can I see you again tomorrow?" asked Aiden in a timid voice. Black took Aiden's phone number when Aiden asked for his stating he would call him tomorrow. Aiden insisted on paying for the coffee that he had had. Black would not get to treat the boy with the money he had pilfered from the long haired fat man before he entered the disco. Outside the café the Black shook hands with Aiden awkwardly. Then he took a step closing the distance between them and firmly planted his lips on the boy's. He pulled away 15 seconds later. Aiden had just experienced the most mind-blowing kiss of his life. The dark seraph walked away, promising to give him a call tomorrow. ~~~ The troglodyte sorcerer advanced cautiously. It had taken him many days to complete his journey to reach Immaculata, the capital city of the Kingdom of light. But he was certain that the news he carried would certainly grab the interest of the ruler. He was even certain that he would be handsomely rewarded. The elephantine golden gates swung open slowly as he was allowed entrance into the Emperor's chamber. The troglodyte gazed all around, his one eye open with wonder at the grandeur of the Emperor's court. Sturdy edifices of spotless white marble with gold linings held up a ceiling which was too high to fathom. Azure fabrics swooped down as if from the sky and touched almost all the way to the ground. Courtiers in the most opulent fabrics absorbed the lowly troglodyte with interest. And towards the end, in the centre of this magnificent hall, elevated 20 feet from the marbled floor stood a throne rising high into the air. On it was seated the Emperor Witenhoem, who once used to be the guardian of the city of Immaculata. He was still more fondly known as the Keeper of the Light, White. The troglodyte approached the throne his head bowed till he neared the steps leading to the throne and genuflected, bowing in reverence. "Lift your head and speak please," a deep velvety male voice called out. The troglodyte raised it's head and drank in the sight of the Emperor with his one eye. Seated on the throne was a handsome man, his face radiating in the power he possessed, his prevailing body rested upon a robe of white tuft, and he wore robes of the same pure white himself. "My ruler, this humble servant of yours has stumbled upon a discovery that will pique your interest. It is with the news of this discovery that I arrive here." "Pray, inform us. What is this discovery you speak of?" The troglodyte paused, knowing this was going to have a dramatic effect. "The discovery of the presence of the Alchemist my Lord." Immediately hundreds of voices started talking all at once. Every courtier started talking at the same time. The ruler raised his hand to thwart the hubbub. Instantly silence filled the hall. "And what of the Alchemist?" "He thrives on the material plane my lord, his powers concealed in a human body. As of now he is 21 years if age and possesses no knowledge of his capabilities." At once the Keeper of the light rose and unfurled his great pear wings stretching to more than 15 meters across. The troglodyte realized that these were the legendary white wings that the Emperor was seated on which had seemed like soft white tuft which he had assumed to be a robe at first glance. The stentorian voice White boomed throughout the gathering, "If what you say is true, them I myself will descend to the material plane and find the alchemist. I will entreat him to lend us the use of his powers to defeat the Kingdom of the void." Two days of affluent comfort later, the troglodyte would return to his runnels, with riches enough for his 5 future generations to fritter. Black and White Ch. 01 My name is Jennifer and I am 19 years old, sexy Caucasian girl with brownish blonde hair. I am 5.6 36-24-34 with round butt that everyone loves including me. I pay a lot of attention to my butt when I am in the shower or laying in bed alone. I am totally shaved down there everywhere. I love feeling my own smooth skin, it turns me on a lot. I developed way too early and was the focus of attention of everybody at school. I went to an almost all white school, very few Asians but that is all. For the most part I am a very innocent and naive and sweet girl. But I have to tell you that I love black cocks. My first year in college I had a few black guys in my classes. There is something exotic about that dark skin. I love how the dark skin looks against my white skin. I looked up on the internet and found out how big their cocks are supposed to be. It almost scared me to see such large thick fat cocks some even the size of base ball bats. I got hooked on black on white porn so much that every night after my roommate went to bed, I would look at tight white girls getting fucked in every hole by large black cocks. I would finger fuck myself to bed every night thinking about large heavy thick black cocks with huge balls resting against a tight butt crack of a very tight tiny white girl. My orgasms were intense and I found myself fucking myself a couple times a day. I soon found a toy shop on the internet and placed an order for a large black rubber dildo. It looked very realistic in the pictures and when it arrived I could not get my hands off of it. Pretty soon I found myself coming back to my dorm room during lunch hour. I would remove my clothes, lay down in bed, and rub my clit while sucking on the big black dildo. Once it was all wet with my spit I would put a few inches inside my tight little horny pussy and cum. I would lay in front of a mirror so I can see the black dildo going in and out of my white bare hairless pussy with pink lips. I became so addicted that I took a couple pictures of the dildo shoved up my tight pussy. During the day at school I would look at the picture and get all wet. Sometimes I would get so worked up that I would step out of my class, go into the girl's room, close the door of a stall and put a finger in my pussy and cum while looking at my own picture. God I had become such a slut. After a couple months of my secret sex activities with myself I decided that I wanted to see a live black cock and experience it first hand. There were three guys in my classes that I found attractive. Unfortunately two of them had girlfriends. One of the guys had a white girlfriend so I tried to become her friend and get more details. Tina started sharing with me the details of her fucking her black boyfriend. Upon my request she measured him one night. He was close to 9" long. OMG, that was huge and I craved a black cock of my own even more now. Tina shared details on how he loves to fuck doggie style and how he almost chokes her when she shoves his fat cock down her throat. She also said that he loves to finger her ass hole while fucking her pussy doggie style. These stories made me even more horny. I found myself going back to my dorm room at least once every day, getting naked and dildo fucking my horny pussy until I would cum. I started licking my own pussy off of the dildo and that made me even more horny. I have been flirting with this other black guy. When I first started flirting with him he was talking to a girl almost on a daily basis. After a few days of my flirting with him he started to hang out alone, giving me a chance to get closer to him. Mark was handsome, 6' tall and very well built. A few times during our flirting session I noticed a nice bulge in his pants. I knew that my dream will come true. Very soon Mark and I started to hang out in the evening and a few days later I invited him to come over for movies. That was going to be my chance at a nice big black cock. The night he came over we started to make out. After I felt his hands on my breasts I quickly went for his cock. OMG I was not disappointed. His bulge was huge and I enjoyed massaging it through his pants. A few minutes later I told him I wanted to see his cock. He smiled and got up and slowly unzipped his pants. I guess he had to be careful because the bulge was huge. My heart jumped with excitement when he dropped his pants. His boxers were too tight for him. There was a large tent in his boxers. My mouth started watering. I could not wait for him to strip tease for me any more so I yanked his boxers off in one quick motion and out sprung his enormous cock. It was huge, must have been at least 9 inches, almost 4" thick cause my hands hardly wrapped around his cock. He had a swollen rubbery head and extremely large and heavy balls. I was in heaven. This big fat black cock was all mine and I was going to fuck it every possible way. I grabbed on to his huge balls and started licking his cock head. His hand automatically went on the back of my head and started to pull my face into his cock. I took the signal and sucked his cock in my mouth. I could only fit about 5 inches of it because I am tiny and my mouth is very small. I could already feel the tip of his cock in the back of my throat. I started sucking on his big fat cock. He tasted so good my pussy started to gush. I continued to massage his balls with one hand and stroked his cock with the other as my mouth sucked and sucked on his fat cock. After a few seconds of him shoving his cock in my throat he grunted, grabbed the back of my head pushed his cock down my throat and sprayed what felt like gallons of thick white creamy cum in my mouth. I felt his thick cum spray all over the inside of my mouth and down my throat. I could not swallow all of it and most of it seeped out of the side of my mouth. After a few minutes of calming down laying next to each other, I asked Mark if he had ever tasted a white pussy. His response was to turn me over, put me on my back, spread my legs and dive his thick large wet tongue all the way deep inside my horny pussy. It felt like a cock going inside. He locked his lips around my horny clit and sucked on it hard. He chewed on my puffy white pussy lips and tongue fucked me until I came several times. As if that was not enough Mark spread my legs even wider and as he dived his tongue into my horny hairless pussy one more time I felt his thick finger pushing against my ass hole. Tina has told me that if that ever happens I should relax my anus and let the finger invade. She had told me to practice with a finger first few times before letting a man put his cock in my ass hole. I did what Tina had suggested and relaxed my anal muscles. As soon as I did that I felt Mark's finger slide inside my ass hole at least 3 inches. He started to finger fuck my tight little white ass hole as his tongue fucked my pussy one more time. Once I got used to feeling my anus getting finger fucked I started enjoying it and it became intense. I screamed, yelled and whimpered his name for minutes as I gushed out of my pussy. I came several times before he pulled his finger out of my ass and his tongue out of my pussy. We both fell asleep and woke up the next day. Black and White My first attempt at erotica so it may be a bit flawed. As an avid fan of World of Warcraft, I just decided to write this based on an idea that came to me. The two main characters are of my own creation, however, the setting and much of the background is from Warcraft. Those said elements are property of Blizzard Entertainment, not me. Critique is welcome, as long as there are no rants about how "unrealistic" certain concepts of the story are. It's Sci-fi...of course it's unrealistic. Anyways, thanks for reading. Damien and Kallia limped their way across the shattered landscape that was the Eastern Plaguelands. As they moved, Kallia had been bracing her arm around Damien's shoulder for support. The effects of the holy fire that had afflicted her an hour prior hadn't quite worn off yet, and she still needed the aid of her husband just to trek the miles of wasteland. "Where are we-, agh!" Kallia began to speak before clutching her abdomen momentarily. One of the more severe burns had done moderate damage to her lower stomach and any quick movements amplified the pain there. "Where are we going?" she asked again. "We can't just wander aimlessly. Not with Scourge and Scarlet zealots scrambling about." "Westward; I can't get into specifics but I know that we must head west to the Thondroril River to be out of this place. After that we go southward; the Hillsbrad Foothills is the closest region I can think of with relative safety from the Scourge," Damien replied. Kallia breathed an exasperated sigh in response. "That's a lengthy trip, especially without mounts. But I suppose anything is better than remaining in this hellish place any longer," she said, hefting herself over a fallen log. Damien nodded grimly, staring down at his bloodstained hands as he continued to support his wife's labored movements along the broken westward road. In his mind he didn't relish the trip that lay ahead of them, but she had certainly been right; he had seen enough of this barren place for one lifetime. Damien had been a holy paladin of the zealous Scarlet Crusade for the past four years. He had formerly been an initiate of the order of the Silver Hand years before that; however, after the undead Scourge outbreak and the fall of the human kingdom of Lordaeron, he was forced to turn to the Scarlets because of their numbers...and their unfaltering hatred of the undead. Only the day before had Damien realized just how cruel and barbaric the Crusade's methods were when his former master had declared Damien a heretic and attempted to slay him and his wife Kallia. Despite his years of pious devotion to that order of paladins, he could not stand idly by while his wife suffers and dies (again) at the hands of his ruthless master; thus, he was forced to kill him and several of his former compatriots. The story was a bit more complicated than just that brief encounter however. Kallia was not entirely human...not an entirely living human anyway. For the past four years since Lordaeron's downfall to the ravenous undead, Damien had thought Kallia dead, and in truth, she had been. She had been slain by the undead hordes during the attempted evacuation of Lordaeron refugees. However, like so many other unfortunate souls, her body was raised and her will was bound to the icy service of the Lich King, the dark master of the undead Scourge. That was until her fateful encounter with her beloved husband two days prior. Damien's master had dispatched him from their stronghold to use an attained scourge artifact to indoctrinate one of the Lich King's own agents for the purpose of gaining access to the scourge base of operations in the Plaguelands: Naxxramas. Little did Damien know that the one undead minion that he would encounter would evidently be his long lost beloved...his dear Kallia. Their initial reunion was not a joyous one. Kallia's mind and soul were enslaved to the Lich King and thus she had no free will. She did not hesitate to attempt to kill Damien as soon as she saw him. However, Damien had an ace up his sleeve in the form of the artifact he had been given. Using its unnatural energy, he directed the power of the artifact at the twisted figure of his wife...and with success. The outcome of using the weapon was one that Damien would never have expected to come to fruition. Kallia's free will and memory of her life had been returned to her. At that point, a tearful reunion unfolded between the two lovers; a reunion that fate had seen fit to rekindle. Damien's entire world was completely overturned after that; for years prior, he had sought utter vengeance against the undead for what they had done to his wife. And yet, here she was, clearly no longer human and clearly possessing the menacing appearance that all death knights are infamous for, but also having the very same aura of majestic kindness that she had once had in life. Damien had never felt so rejuvenated in his entire life. That was, until the eventual encounter with his master, who was less than pleased with Damien's lack of results from his mission. More than that, he was furious that Damien was now harboring a friendship with a death knight, regardless of the fact that it was his wife. He and his cohorts attempted to slay the two, beginning by attempting to burn Kallia with holy fire and exorcisms. The two eventually won the battle however, Damien himself personally ending the confrontation by beheading his former mentor. And so here they were now, treading the broken wasteland that was their former homeland; avoiding not only the mindless undead, but now Damien's former Scarlet comrades. Kallia had sustained several burns from the duel with Damien's master, thus was the reason for her delayed movement. Damien was more than happy to aid her though, so long as she was by his side again. After several more minutes of travel, Kallia suddenly motioned for him to halt momentarily. "Wait, I think the burns are healing finally. I think I can carry my own weight from here," she said, retracting herself from his shoulder to examine her pale skin and the charred wounds that were miraculously disappearing on their own. Damien could guess that it was some form of necromantic magic that was the source of the healing. "If you say so," he said, peering into her face, captivated by her deep blue eyes; eyes that he never thought that he would have the privilege of looking into ever again. Kallia looked back at him, meeting his watchful gaze, who abruptly turned away quickly. "Well in that case, you can go back to carrying me. I think my feet are getting tired anyway," she chuckled, her joyful laugh colored with a resonant, supernatural undertone. Damien crossed his arms and smiled. "Getting tired, is that so? I wasn't aware you could feel physical stress being, well, what you are now," he candidly replied. The way that they joked to each other just then was as if there had never been years of war, famine and strife that they had endured. Now that they were together again, it was as if all of that took place in a different life and they were now picking up where they left off. Kallia smiled and brushed a lock of her silky blonde hair out of her eye. She rubbed her arm and stared at her husband, biting her lip as if she wanted to say something but was hesitant to at first. "I've been feeling a lot of physical stress since seeing you again," she said before practically biting her tongue after the words left her mouth. Damien's eyebrow rose and his mouth parted, not believing what he had heard for a second. He cleared his throat and quickly turned away, looking off to the road ahead of them as if to break the awkwardness of the moment. "It's getting late and it would be best if we made camp somewhere before continuing," he said, gulping and feeling the redness on his cheeks subsiding. Kallia nodded quickly and her eyes darted around, she herself pretending to scan the landscape to escape awkwardness. "Well," she began, losing herself in his hazel eyes again, "We'd better get off the main road then. Scourge use these highways to ferry their troops anywhere between Stratholme and Andorhal." He nodded in agreement, "Yes, and no doubt Tyr's Hand will dispatch troops to go after us when they learn what we've done to Brant and his men." He replied, his former grin frowning at remembrance of him killing his long-time mentor. As much as Brant deserved what happened to him, Damien certainly didn't relish in the victory of slaying a fellow paladin. The two moved off the broken cobblestone road and began trekking along the more rugged terrain. As they walked, Kallia grew concerned when she noted the frown on his face and the serious tone of his voice. "He deserved it didn't he? I may not have known him, but from the anger that I saw on your face when you killed him...he mustn't have been a mentor worth keeping," she said. Damien shook his head, "His methods were far too reckless. He didn't hesitate to kill innocents if doing so would destroy undead in the process. That's not the paladin way," he explained with distaste. "Still though, part of me sympathized with him. He lost his whole family when the Scourge broke out. But, that doesn't excuse the atrocities he committed for the sake of 'victory.' The Scourge certainly don't deserve mercy, but if we start becoming what they are, then what the hell is the point?" Kallia said nothing; the comment he made about the scourge not deserving mercy made her cringe slightly. She knew that she was no longer scourge; her possession of free will was evidence enough of that. But when she peered down at her pale white skin, macabre armor and sheathed runeblade; realization of what she actually was hit her deep. She suddenly gripped his muscled arm with her gauntlet, causing him to jerk to a halt. He looked up at her questioningly and was met with a sorrowful glance in those deep azure orbs. "Damien, I want you to be completely honest; what do you really think of me now?" she asked. Damien's brow furrowed. "You are who you've always been, Kallia. I can hear it in your voice and see it in your eyes. I know the woman who I married, and it'll take more than a runeblade and some Scourge armor to make me forget that," he replied, his voice filled with absolute certainty. She shook her head. "But how can it really be that easy for you? You're a paladin; and no one despises undead more than a paladin. What compelled you to just embrace a death knight with open arms?" His tone grew a bit more serious at this. "You didn't choose to be a death knight. It happened against your will. And besides, that's not who you are anymore, just as I'm evidently no longer a paladin." "I wish it were that simple Damien. I may have my free will back and the haunting voice of the Lich King may not be rattling my skull anymore, but I still feel as cold as I have been since I...died. I am physically something different now, and wishful thinking isn't going to change that. What happens to me now? What place is there in this world for someone, something like me?" Words alone could not answer that question, Damien thought. Without saying a thing, he approached her and, without a second's hesitation, slid his hands behind her. Drawing her slender yet powerful figure gently toward him, Damien brought his face close to hers. If Kallia biologically had a beating heart, it was on overdrive at the moment, particularly when their noses briefly touched. Her pale cheeks flared with a blue tone as she felt Damien's strong hand snake around her waist, pulling her into the coming kiss. He hesitated a moment, staring into her eyes with a fire...a wanting, that she recognized from so long ago. Then, the intimate embrace culminated in Damien's lips locking onto hers with passionate vigor. She moaned into the kiss, instinctively running her hands through the curly brown tresses of his hair. Her heightened hearing picked up Damien's quickened heartbeat even through his breastplate. Their lips danced together in perfect synchronization, occasionally retreating to let each other breath for a moment before mashing back together with unbridled passion. After several more moments, they pulled back from the kiss, both of their chests rising and falling in deep strokes. They looked back at each other with unmistakable hunger in their eyes; their forgotten desires for each other having resurfaced from their intimate connection. She was still pressed up against him, her arms hooked around the back of his neck while his hands lingered on her upper back. Then, Damien broke the gaze by lowering his lips down to where her pale skin met with her black armor chestplate, and kissed at her exposed collarbone. Kallia's mouth drew open but no sound came out. She shuddered quickly from her husband's gentle stimulations and suddenly grew pleasantly shocked when she felt her most intimate of areas grow moist from the treatment. Given her...affliction, Kallia didn't think that her undead body could even become aroused. Yet she could feel the growing arousal overtake her and serene inner warmth resonate through her body. Damien alternated between kissing her collarbone to gently nipping at her neck; Kallia continued to vocally react to this, her moans amplified by the supernatural tone of her voice. She glanced down to where their bodies were intimately pressed against each other and her eyes were drawn to the area between his legs. The object of her curiosity was hidden from her view because of his plate leggings, much to her disappointment. However, she could imagine him growing stiff and erect as he gently teased her pale, delicate skin. The thought alone sent her head swimming in a haze of euphoria. He brought his head up to come face to face with her again; a loving smile dotting his features as his eyes honed in on hers. Damien's chestplate was pressed to hers; thus was the extent of how close they were to each other. Kallia reached her hand down to intertwine her slender fingers in his, resting her head on his shoulder. He stroked her blond hair, cradling her head in his hands as Kallia brought her lips near his ear and said the first words that had been spoken in some time. "We've got four years to make up for," she whispered into his ear. Bringing her head back, she prepared to move in for another impassioned kiss with him before... An ear-piercing shriek broke their isolated moment of passion. Both darting their heads up into the sky, they spotted a grey, winged figure passing overhead. It was a gargoyle, an undead scout in service to the Lich King. Both Damien and Kallia ducked their heads down and made for the hilts of their respective swords, each expecting confrontation. Fortunately, the gargoyle didn't take notice of their presence, instead continuing north in the direction of Naxxramas, likely having been called back to the unholy fortress by its Scourge masters. Damien let out sigh of relief and sheathed his greatsword again, laughing under his breath momentarily. "Close one, agreed?" he asked her. Kallia nodded, letting out a slight grin of her own. Only after almost being detected by a servant of the enemy did they realize how reckless they had just been; sensually caressing each other right out in the open within occupied scourge territory. Kallia brushed her hair away from her face and smoothed out her armor plate in an attempt to make herself look more serious. Damien too cleared his throat and scanned the area for enemies...or at least pretended to. When their gazes met again, Kallia made a motion of her head to keep moving south along the rugged terrain in order to find a more secluded place to set up camp, and, they both subconsciously knew, to continue what they had just been doing moments ago. They nodded to each other, both of them trying to keep their faces as serious as they could. They continued moving, Kallia going in a quickened pace while Damien trailed closely behind her. Despite her attempts to maintain her composure and keep her wits about her lest they be unexpectedly ambushed by Scarlets or Scourge, she couldn't help but blush at thinking back to the intimacy that they had just experienced. During their marriage, before Kallia's "death," Damien and Kallia had been frequent, lively love-makers. Even through hardship and separation due to Damien's service as a paladin, the two seemed to never lose emotional or physical attraction to each other. And regardless of the mood between the two, happy or sad, the end result was almost always the same: tender, blissful coupling within their large feather bed. It had felt so long, like a lifetime ago, since they had exchanged such passion with each other. Sure, she had briefly thought about it when she was watching over his unconscious form within the underbrush, after he had used Brant's artifact on her. But now however, these thoughts of intimacy and fornication with her husband were running rampant through her mind. The more she thought about it as she trekked, the more she also began to realize that she would not settle for just a kiss this time, she was planning on reliving the entire experience the way she remembered it. After a rather anxious, impatient trek southward, both of their eyes suddenly lit up as they took note of a small cave mouth securely tucked away within the southern hills of the wasteland. Drawing their weapons, they eagerly made for the cave entrance, prepared for whatever undead or corrupted beasts had taken refuge within already. Despite the slight darkness, Kallia's heightened senses and Damien's natural ability as a paladin to detect undead lit their way easy enough. As soon as they stepped inside, they could both see the back end of the cave right from the entrance, which was a welcome reassurance, as the world of Azeroth was known for having caves that could stretch on for miles. After they surveyed the small yet accommodating alcove that they had discovered, they quickly surmised that no other creatures were currently dwelling there. They lowered their guards but kept their swords handy in the event that they were discovered. Damien collected himself and moved to the back wall of the cave, setting down his greatsword against it so that it could be easily obtained if he needed it. Rising back to his feet again, he turned to Kallia and began to speak. "We should be safe here for a few hours but maybe we should-," he began before he was abruptly caught off guard by the form of Kallia practically plummeting into him and pressing him against the back wall. He almost cried out in surprise but was cut off when a familiar set of lips found his and fused them together in an unbreakable mouth to mouth embrace. This time, their feverous kiss was enhanced by Kallia diligently slipping her tongue into his mouth. "Mmm," Damien moaned into Kallia's mouth as his tongue found hers and wrestled with it. After only seconds into the kiss, Damien could already feel a certain part of him rising to full attention within his leggings. After what seemed like an eternity, they withdrew from the intense kiss, a thin strand of saliva stretching between their open mouths as they pulled away. "By...the...light," Damien gasped, trying to catch his breath, "Amazing," he continued, wrapping his arms around her. She was smiling from ear to ear in response, her captivating blue eyes resonating through the cave. "I'm just getting started my love; as I recall, we once had quite a few midnight trysts. I'm hoping that we could spend some time...recollecting those fond memories," she playfully hissed into his ear before gently nibbling on his earlobe, simultaneously caressing the back of his neck with the fingertips of her gauntlets, making his neck-hairs stand up on end. "That's assuming, of course, that this proud paladin has no problem with frolicking with an undead?" she asked grinning. Black and White Damien chuckled, "Ordinarily, I might; but for this undead I think I'll make an exception," he said, "And if my fellow paladins don't like it, they can come and try to drag me away from you." Kallia smiled and they wasted no time at all in discarding their armor. Not since their wedding night had they both been so eager to see each other naked. As if they were racing each other, they each drew off piece by piece as quickly as they were able. One at a time; boots, spaulders, chestpiece, and finally leggings, all were eventually discarded onto the hard ground of the cave. Damien grunted with impatience as he struggled to loosen the straps that kept his plate leggings firmly protecting his lower body. By the time he finally slid them off and tossed the pieces to the side, Kallia giggled as she had already been stripped of her armor for some time. Through the darkness of the cave, Damien could only partially see her beautiful form; only her glowing eyes stood out amongst the dark. "Let me get some light. I need to see you," Damien insisted, preparing to conjure up a minor spell of light that would illuminate the cave. "Not too much; the darkness is soothing," was her response. Damien looked past her and to the front entrance of the cave and grew worried at the prospect of leaving themselves so exposed to the possibility of enemies; particularly at night, when the undead were at a distinct advantage. "Worry not, my love; I'll see to it that we are uninterrupted," she said with a suggestive, playful tone. Damien didn't know what she meant by that but soon his questions were answered when he suddenly felt a chill resonate through the room. He suddenly realized that this new cold was coming from Kallia. Her blue eyes were shut tight and she was deep in concentration. Suddenly, a large form of ice began to surface at the front of the cave. As Damien watched in awe, he saw that the form gradually grew larger and larger, materializing from out of nowhere until it had completely sealed off the front of the cave; isolating the outside world from their hidden refuge. Kallia turned back toward Damien. "I suppose being a death knight does have its advantages," she said, grinning. Damien smiled, immediately beginning to cast his own spell, but at as minor of a proportion as he could manage; the last thing he wanted to do was harm her with his holy magic as his fiendish master had. When the incantation was done, their sealed-off room was suddenly bathed in holy luminance, although only enough so that they could clearly see each other. Damien's mouth almost hit the floor of the cave as his eyes were met with the miraculous sight of his completely nude wife. Her slim, athletic physique was the epitome of perfection; no feature lacking in any sense of the word. As Damien already knew but now took full notice of, was the fact that from head to toe, her skin was pale but not in a negative way. In fact, her snow-white skin had a glow to it that almost came off as bioluminescent under the holy light that Damien had conjured. Kallia's blonde hair flowed over her uncovered shoulders down to right above her breasts. Her breasts were proportioned perfectly; not large, but certainly not small either. Their most fascinating feature this time around however, was the areolas. They, like the rest of her body were of a pale complexion; except now they were grey, in dark contrast to her white skin. Finally, his curious eyes travelled down to the last of her assets nestled between her legs. Her slit was about the same shade of grey as the areolas of her breasts; a detail that both surprised and entranced him beyond belief. Damien failed to suppress a gasp when he noted that the lips of her slit were glistening as a sure sign of her arousal. His heart leapt at the fact that his wife was as attracted to him as he was to her in that moment. Kallia suddenly approached him and grinned, pressing her hands to his shoulders. With a slight forcefulness that surprised him, she pushed him down onto his back. He fell back onto the cave floor with a slight thud and a surprised grunt. He was slightly alarmed for a moment but his fears were assuaged when Kallia knelt down on her knees between his splayed legs. Bringing her thin fingers up to his waistline, she began untying the straps that held his breeches up, staring up at him seductively as she did. Slowly but surely, to make the moment persist as long as it could, she finished with the knot on his breeches and began pulling them down his legs. Looking down, she could clearly see the outline of his bulge throbbing underneath the cloth; she was eagerly anticipating its grand arrival as she continued sliding the breeches down Damien's legs. Finally, his breeches made their full retreat and his thick organ deftly sprang up into the frigid air, eliciting a gasp of relief from Damien now that it was free of its confining prison. Kallia looked down at the masterpiece before her, her mouth parted open slightly and her eyes glistened with admiration. She took in every detail with great interest; its veiny texture, the thick purple head, the clear droplet of precum that had crowned the head, and finally his plump orbs nestled at the bottom. Her mouth was practically watering and she felt her slit become wetter from her desire to become reacquainted with this organ that had once brought her countless nights of pleasure. She shuffled her knees a few inches closer so that the thick bobbing shaft was right before her. Reaching her hand out in preparation and looking up into Damien's eyes she asked, "Is this alright?" Damien's mind was in a fog of lust at the moment and he had been practically comatose since her naked form had first been revealed to him. He looked down at her hand patiently waiting to thoroughly explore forgotten territory and quickly nodded for her to continue. Smiling again, she brought her hand over to his penis and her fingers finally made first contact with it. Damien suddenly shuddered with a jolt of shock at first touch; touch that was both pleasurable and alarming due to how icy cold her skin was. Kallia pulled her hand back quickly with a concerned expression on her face. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" she asked. Damien shook his head and let out a quick breath. The feeling of her hand on his shaft had been so different than he had last remembered it; the unnatural chill of her skin feeling so foreign to the warmth that she had once had. However, the first touch had also sent an electric shock through his entire body that was like nothing he had ever felt before. "No," he began, still shivering a little, "It was just, new. It was a little cold is all," he said softly. Kallia frowned, looking back down at her unnaturally white skin. "I'm sorry, I know how my new...form must be to you. I don't have the same warmth that I once did. I'll stop if you want," she offered. Damien's eyes lit up at realization at what he had said. "No, no, my love; it wasn't uncomfortable and, believe me, your 'form' is absolute perfection. It was just...different for me," he said in attempt to reassure her. "And," he continued, reaching his hand down and caressing her leg, "It was actually quite exhilarating." Her frown again morphed into a smile as his words increased her confidence. Taking that as her queue to give it another shot, she reached her hand down again and wrapped her slender fingers around the pillar of flesh, overjoyed to see that now her husband's face contorted into not an expression of alarm this time, but absolute pleasure. "Ohh light," he gasped as the electric shock that he had felt from initial contact was amplified tenfold. He had not been lying when he had said that the chill of her skin was exhilarating. He shuddered and moaned as she began to smoothly glide her hand up and down his shaft, sending a wonderful chill up through his whole body with each stroke. Damien's moans of approval gauged a quickened pace from Kallia's hand movements. The fact that he hadn't recoiled from her touch and more than that, was vocally announcing the pleasure that she was giving him delighted her. She continued her stroking and gently squeezed the shaft, causing another small globule of precum to emerge from the tip. Noticing this, she slowed her pace and gently brought the tips of her thumb and forefinger to the head of his shaft and ran the clear liquid through her fingers experimentally. Then, after coating the fingers of her right hand with some of the precum glaze, she began to cover his shaft with the lubricant while continuing to avidly stroke his shaft with the left hand. The clear liquid coating having served its purpose, she was now able to quicken her pace, stroking her husband's penis with vigor. Damien couldn't stop moaning from Kallia's gentle ministrations and began to slightly thrust his shaft up in time with her strokes. She continued her movements as he instinctively was thrusting up into her stroking fist, sounds of his ragged breathing, moans and Kallia's stroking filling their hidden sanctuary. Kallia suddenly brought her other hand down to Damien's testicles and began to tickle and fondle each orb tenderly, continuing her work with the other hand. Damien couldn't help himself after that; her gentle work of his shaft and balls were just driving him over the edge way faster than he would have liked. Reluctantly he slowed his breathing and insisted that Kallia put a halt to her movements so that he could last longer. "Wait, wait Kallia, I don't want to lose myself just yet," he raggedly whispered to her. Kallia slowed her handjob, eventually coming to a complete halt despite her enjoyment that came with pleasuring him. Grinning, she said coyly, "I see; you want to save your seed for me? How selfless of you, my love," she said, leaning down and planting a kiss on his cheek. Damien laughed, caressing her inner thigh. "That was amazing; but it wouldn't be right for me to just leave your needs unattended, would it?" he asked, grinning. "No, I suppose it wouldn't," she laughed, immediately reclining herself onto her back. Her eyes twinkled at him eagerly as she spread her pale thighs apart, revealing the swollen lips of her labia which were parting slightly and glistening in anticipation. She seductively made a motion with her finger for him to approach her; an order which Damien obeyed without question. He crawled toward her, his eyes entranced by hers as he went. He took up position in between her spread legs and looked down at the treasure that she had presented him with. With the same manners that she had adhered to, Damien looked up at Kallia questioningly, awaiting her permission. Kallia bit her bottom lip, nodding for him to go ahead; she herself eager to feel the pleasures that he would bestow on her just as she did him. He lowered his hand and experimentally brushed his fingers along the glistening lips of her labia. Her hips jerked at first contact and Damien heard a sharp intake of breath from her. Kallia didn't just react to the gentle movements of his fingers, but also the stark contrast between her body temperature and his. Damien smiled at her surprised reaction and continued his stimulations of her outer lips, using two fingers of one hand to gently rub and tickle the lips while his other hand was caressing her thigh. Kallia was already writhing under his touch and Damien hadn't even entered her depths yet. Damien's careful explorations and warm skin temperature combined with Kallia's anticipation of what was coming and four years of sexual deprivation all contributed to her heightened pleasure from her husband's touch. Her lips had become so moist from her earlier arousal that they made a wet squelching noise whenever Damien circled them with his fingers. She began to buck her hips up into his fingers; this served as a sign to Damien that she was both feeling pleasured but at the same time, wanted further attention. Looking down, Damien could see the protruding nub of her clit under the light that he had conjured. He lowered his hand down and spread her lips apart so that she was exposed to him; then, lowering his other hand down, his thumb made contact with her clit and he began to lightly rub at it. When Damien started working her clit, she let out an audible moan that, had the cave not been sealed off, would certainly have alerted nearby outsiders. Through her moans, he continued rubbing gently, applying just the right amount of pressure on the nub but not enough to cause her discomfort. Kallia gasped when Damien suddenly penetrated her vagina with his pointer finger while he quickened the pace of rubbing her clit with his thumb. "Aha ah ah, oh Dami-, ahh!" she gasped and sighed, her voice quickly trailing off into unintelligible gibberish. Simultaneously, she had unconsciously brought her hand down to one of her breasts and began caressing the nipple as she gave herself in to Damien's expert handiwork. Damien's finger began to glide effortlessly in and out of her slit; the forward entries quickened by her natural feminine lubrication. Not long after he had begun thrusting into Kallia with his fingers, Damien was already slowing down suddenly, not removing his fingers from her cavern completely but coming to a halt. Kallia, whose eyes had been closed during the foreplay, questioned why the movements had ceased. "Damien? What're you-," she began to ask, before her question was answered. A wet appendage made contact with the lips of her labia and swept across to her clit. It took Kallia a moment to realize that Damien was now tonguing her sensitive slit. Soon enough, he brought two of his fingers down to her slit and began to gently thrust into it again as his tongue continuously ran in a wet path across her clit. "Ahhh, ah yes!" she cried, digging her fingers through his hair. Her moans spurred Damien on, lapping at her slit, drinking in her juices with fervor and flicking at her clit with the tip of his tongue continuously. The experience of oral stimulation was driving Kallia wild; so much so that she couldn't restrain the bucking of her hips against Damien's face. He didn't seem to mind though; her constant movements were a reminder to him of how much pleasure he was bringing her, which in itself satisfied him greatly. Despite the haze of lust and the pleasure overdrive, Kallia grew guilty that it had been a while since she had tended to Damien's needs. She opened her eyes and looked down past him still working her slit with his mouth and fingers, and saw his organ throbbing painfully between his legs, the purple head staring angrily at her. Looking back up at his face, she wondered briefly if Damien even realized just how much his organ was aching for release, because it seemed that he had become so enthralled with working her slit to even notice anything else. Despite the fact that her orgasm was achingly close, Kallia was determined to withhold for the moment so that she could return to her husband's needs. "Wait, my love," she rasped. Damien came to a halt reluctantly, retracting his face from her depths to look up at her with a smile, licking her fluid from his lips briefly. "Sorry, did I do something wrong?" he asked. "Oh light no, I never want you to stop!" she exclaimed. "But that would be selfish of me; I think it's time I return the favor, he seems to be getting frustrated with me," she said, pointing to his throbbing organ. "Don't you think?" she asked playfully. "On the contrary, he's just patiently awaiting the chance to get to know you again," Damien chuckled, causing Kallia to blush and laugh herself. "Don't worry about my needs, I'm perfectly content to keep satisfying yours," he said, gently flicking at her clit, causing her to shudder. "Nonsense; I think there's a way that we can both get what we need," she said with a wry grin. "Lie down on your back my love." Damien pulled himself back from her glorious depths, promising to return to it soon, and reclined himself onto his back as commanded. "Now, close your eyes and don't open them until I say," she said, crawling toward him on her hands and knees. Damien did as told, closing his eyes, momentarily shuddering from anticipation of what she had in mind. Damien felt her weight pressing down on top of him but didn't think much of it at first. Suddenly Damien gasped when he felt a cool set of lips tenderly kiss the head of shaft. He was tempted to open his eyes but reluctantly kept them closed as per his wife's commands. Then, he felt a wetness and wonderful warmth spread through him as a tongue coiled around the top of his shaft. Damien moaned and Kallia let his shaft slide from her mouth with an audible pop. "Open your eyes," she said, shifting her weight backwards. Damien opened his eyes to be greeted with a close-up view of her glistening slit. She had lowered it right above his face and meanwhile had brought her own mouth down to his organ, determined to bring him his own dose of oral pleasure. Damien smiled at this wonderful idea and immediately dove into her slit again, lapping at it with his tongue for all he was worth. Kallia gasped before engulfing his shaft into her mouth, sucking it furiously to equalize the speed with which he was working her. The two quickly lost themselves to their mutual pleasures; their moans muffled by the oral stimulations each was causing to the other. Kallia would begin by giving the head of his penis a twirling lick, eagerly scooping up droplets of precum as she went, and jerking off the bottom half of the organ at the same time. She would then begin her descent, curling her tongue around the shaft and lowering her head, allowing inch by inch to enter her mouth. When she was about half way down the shaft, she considered stopping and sliding back up to the head to repeat the process, but instead, she continued lowering her mouth, eager to accept his entirety into her throat. When Kallia felt the head of his cock slip down into her throat, she was surprised and somewhat proud of the feat. Only then did she realize how she was able to accomplish this; as an undead, she apparently had no gag reflex. She wasted no time; using this newly acquired skill, she was determined to give Damien something that she hadn't before. Retreating from the shaft momentarily, she returned her lips to the tip, giving it another firm lick and a kiss on the head before engulfing the shaft again. Immediately she slid the entire length right down into her throat before sliding back up to the top, the shaft never leaving her mouth. Her head was pistoning up and down on his groin, letting out soft moans of "mmh" and "mmph" from her full mouth as she did. Damien grunted when he felt Kallia slide his shaft into and out of her throat continuously. Because of this amazing feeling that she was gracing him with, he immediately began to double his efforts. He lashed at her lips with greater insistence, flicking at her clit with the tip of his tongue before quickly driving his tongue into her hole, drinking from her depths as if he were dying of thirst. When he pulled his tongue out to catch a breath, he went back to stimulating her clit, even letting the nub very lightly scrape against his front teeth as he toyed the nub with his tongue. This stimulation provoked a response from Kallia in the form of a quick shudder followed by more vigorous sucking of Damien's manhood. Soon enough, the two lovers found themselves swiftly approaching mutual climax. Kallia slid his shaft out of her mouth and let out a moan as Damien was driving his tongue into her depths again. "Damien, ah yes...I'm getting close," she panted, reaching down and fondling his testicles. Damien pulled his face back and said, "Me too; should we...you know?" he asked. Black and White Kallia thought for a moment; part of her wanted to keep going until he spilt his delicious seed into her mouth as she herself climaxed. But the other option however, was far more tempting and was what she had been building up to all evening. She easily made her decision. "No, not yet," she said, retracting from his manhood for the moment and spinning herself around so that she was facing him. She brought her lips down to his ear and whispered, "I want your seed where it is meant to go." Reaching down and stroking his shaft, she said, "Make love to me Damien, like we used to." Damien's cheeks reddened profusely as her enticing words sank in. He mashed his lips to hers, their tongues intertwining just as their bodies would soon be doing. They caressed each other as they kissed; Kallia tracing her fingers along Damien's muscled shoulders and Damien stroking his hands up and down along her slender back, undeterred by the chill of her albino skin. They pulled from the kiss and Kallia circled an arm around Damien, gently lowering him down onto his back. Damien huffed and panted in anticipation as Kallia pursed her lips, dabbing her fingers on the tip of his penis and spreading precum and her saliva around the head in preparation for entry. Of all their blissful romps that evening, this one was the crescendo, the point that they had been eagerly building up to ever since they shared that first kiss hours before. Everything was ready; Damien's penis was standing proudly from his groin in all its nine inches of glory. As their eyes met, they both saw absolute love and wanting; no doubt or regrets as she straddled his waist. Kallia intertwined her fingers within Damien's and lowered herself down above his shaft. Her moistened slit was now hovering right above his shaft, eagerly waiting to accept it into her depths. A single trickle of her juice dropped from her slit and landed on the head of his penis, intermingling with the precum there. Their eyes met again and Damien asked her sincerely, "Are you ready my love?" They were not virgins; that barrier had been torn down when they had first made love on their wedding night years before. However, in a way, they were making love for the first time since Kallia technically had died. Damien wanted to be sure that she was absolutely prepared for what was coming. Kallia smiled serenely. "I've thought about nothing else for hours, I've never been more ready," she happily proclaimed. Holding onto his hands for leverage, she finally lowered her slit down onto the rigid, blood-engorged shaft. Her pale lips kissed the head of his penis and parted aside as the thick head nestled into a new home. Kallia bit her bottom lip and gasped as first contact was made between their privates. Penetration had not yet occurred and she was already being driven wild by the thick head spreading her tender lips and the close, intimate pleasure that they were about to share. Finally, she dropped down with a gentle force of her hips and the head of his penis slipped into her hole and another inch slid itself inside her. They moaned in unison as their bodies were joined in the most intimate way possible. They looked down at their groins and saw the pale grey lips of her slit engulfing the head of his pink penis. Kallia adjusted herself on his lap and looked up at his face with a knowing glance. Damien nodded and Kallia continued lowering herself down his shaft. Their breathing became ragged as inch after inch of his warm shaft was fed into her hungry vagina, the penetration eased by the amount of arousal and lubrication from earlier. Still however, they took great care in making the initial descent as slow as possible to make the coupling last. Finally, his entire shaft was inside of her, Kallia's pale pelvis resting against his, her skin tickled by Damien's pubic hair. The fullness that she felt and the tightness that he felt were exquisite to both, they both stifled a gasp and their breathing quickened when they felt Damien's penis head pressing against the entrance of her womb. "Ohh my, I will never take this for granted again!" she gasped, tightening her grip on Damien's hands, slowly gyrating her hips gently on Damien's lap. "I'm the luckiest wife that ever lived, or," she gasped, "Died." Damien chuckled at her brief bit of dark humor but his laugh was cut off and turned to a throaty grunt when she started raising herself off of his penis. She began her ascent, feeling his hard pole sliding along her tight depths and the tender friction between their loins as she went. When she felt all but the thick head leaving her, she stopped her movements all at once to prepare for her downward thrust. She felt such an unsettling emptiness when his penis was outside of her, as if there, deep inside her, was where it belonged. Without further ado, she dropped herself down onto his lap again, his penis sliding back into the lovely confines of her vagina. Explosions of pleasure wracked their bodies at first thrust and garbled moans and pants escaped their mouths. As they felt an ever growing arousal building up within their bodies and an approaching climax, they began move with increasing urgency. Their initially slow movements had now grown into genuine thrusting between the human man and his undead wife. Her eyes rolled back into her head as she rode him, her hips rolling back and forth so that his shaft slid its way in and out of her treasured depths. At the half-way point, Damien would meet her downward thrust with an upward thrust of his own, connecting the base of his shaft with her outstretched lips time and again. Then they would retract and repeat the process with quickened pace again. "Ohh yes, mmh, ahhh, mmm, I'm...ah, so cold...mmm, warm me up, my love," she moaned passionately as his wonderful penis filled her void and retreated over and over, the friction between the two fulfilled her wishes, transferring some of his warmth to her depths. She still couldn't believe events had led to this; here passionately making love within a cave with nothing but a thin wall of ice separating them from the dangers outside. She still couldn't comprehend how Damien hadn't been completely repulsed by her in the first place, especially given the horrors he faced in his war with the undead. Yet here he was under her, looking up into her eyes with passion, his hands locked within hers and his hips meeting hers with each glorious downward thrust. Within this cave, they were proving that their love for each other was stronger than social norm. Just thinking these things increased her arousal and caused her to unexpectedly clench tighter on his shaft and secrete more lubricating fluids. His penis quickened its entries due to the added lubrication. Already he could feel his impending climax approaching and he could tell that hers was as well judging by her ragged breathing and her vagina walls clenching at his penis. "Ohh by the light...I'm close, I'm so close my lovely Kallia," he gasped. "Yes, yes me too! Let's do it together my love, I need to feel your hot seed filling me up. Fill me up as I cum, Damien," she pleaded, thrusting up and down his lap faster. Her walls suddenly clenched him in an unbreakable grip and she felt her juices washing over his thrusting shaft. "Ohh here it comes! I'm cuming!" she moaned. Damien wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her down tight into his coming orgasm, hugging her body close to his as they trembled together. With one final downward thrust, the head of his penis pressed against the entrance to her womb and his testicles conjured up his sperm for impending release. He cried out loud, his moan matching hers as his penis twitched before exploding, releasing thick, frothy strands of his semen directly into her waiting womb. Due to the enormous lapse of time since he had relieved himself and the passion and pleasure that they had just shared, he felt himself literally filling her womb to the brim. He lost comprehension of time and place as his penis jerked and shot rope after successive rope of cum into her belly. After about a dozen spurts, he let out a sigh of relief as his orgasm slowly subsided. Kallia's too had persisted and ended at about the same duration as Damien's, both of them having cum almost in unison. The feeling of his warm semen shooting up into her as she orgasmed simultaneously was indescribable; she wanted that to last forever. Not since their wedding night when they had given each other their virginities had they experienced such intense climaxes. Kallia felt the large quantity of Damien's seed that he had shot into her womb and felt some of it overflowing and dripping out to fall onto the floor of the cave. There was such a strong feeling of warmth and serenity radiating through them as they clung to each other's sweaty bodies. Kallia laid down upon Damien, his penis still lodged within her slit which was slowly dripping out globs of semen. She laid her head down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and kissing his chest. Damien stroked and massaged her back with both of his hands, his rising and falling chest moving in synchronization with hers. "I love you so much Damien; I never want this night to end. Now I remember why we did this so often," she said raggedly, her voice still shaky from her evaporated climax. "You were absolutely perfect." Damien kissed her forehead, saying, "So were you my love. You have no idea how many times I've dreamt of this moment in my solitude. The light has answered my prayers by bringing you back into my life," he said with tears welling in his eyes. Kallia looked up into his face, "You will never lose me again, I promise you that. Nothing will ever separate us again," she proclaimed, her lips meeting his in a final joyous kiss. Kallia laid her head down onto his chest, the slow, relaxed tandem of his heartbeat soothing her. Both satisfied and exhausted, the human and his undead wife fell asleep on that cave floor in each other's arms, their bodies and minds fused together as one. Black and White Ch. 01 He was sitting outside the coffee shop, sipping a hot drink and people watching. It wasn't the greatest place for that, being basically a concrete patio across from a gas station at a strip mall development, but it was better than nothing. There was reading for school, and a few other things, but right now he just wanted a cleared mind and to just watch. It was a lovely night, perfect, not too windy, not too cool, and not buggy at all. It was beautiful out. Cars pulled in and out of the small parking lot, some for the coffee shop, some for the chain pseudo-hip takeout place next door. It seemed to split by sex: women at the coffee shop, men to the restaurant. He idly watched some of the women going to the coffee shop; some of them were really nice. The weather helped with a decent show of skin. His coffee was about gone, and he made the decision to refill it despite the late-ish time, risking sleep problems for the quiet enjoyment he was having. He had school tomorrow, and the first class was some remedial thing filled with kids, not the returning adults like himself, and it wasn't usually anything intense. He got up and walked in to chat with the musician kid at the counter and get his refill. The cup was refilled and the casual conversation was over, and he was headed back out, when a woman wearing a startling pink hoodie came in. Actually, she more stormed in than anything, looking frustrated and annoyed, banging the door as she came in. He made eye contact in passing, and recognized her as someone he knew fairly well. She was in several of his classes, and he'd had her in small groups and in a study group. He racked his brain quickly for a name, (he was bad with names) and then remembered: "Aviva." She stopped, turned, looked him square in the face, and said his name instantly: "Lee?" He sort of raised his coffee cup and made a gesture of greeting, then continued outside. He watched her make a purchase of a cup of something and a cookie, and noted she looked totally irritated. She paid and stomped back toward the door, banging it open again on exiting. She stopped suddenly when she reached open air, looked around and located him, and strode over to his table. "Do you mind if I sit down?" she asked. He waved at the other chair, and she plopped down with a huffing sound. She unwrapped the cookie and ate it in three or four bites while crumpling the crinkly paper with her free hand. He studied her a little more, and mentally compared her to his ex-wife. His wife had been slender and tall, almost skinny sometimes, and had long, dark hair. Aviva was short, had short brown hair with some swoopy cut that swung in front of her eyes all the time, and was of nearly completely average appearance. Average. She was overweight by about an average amount, had an average figure, kind of average height; she wasn't really attractive, but not horrible-looking either, just... average. He remembered her better now, and she was usually nice and pleasant, if a bit loud. He'd had several conversations with her of a completely friendly nature, and that, he guessed, was average too. He remembered something else, too, and decided on a conversation topic. "How's your son?" She had a boy from some other relationship, but he knew she was single now. She made a face. "He's off at my aunt's for a weekend sleepover with a bunch of other kids. He's having a ball. He hasn't called or anything." The ice broken, Lee made small talk, about school, the weather, etcetera, while Aviva made noncommittal, almost grunting responses, mixed with short comments of a crabby nature. At one point she closed her eyes and rested her head on an open palm, elbow propped on the table, sipping her drink straw out of the corner of her mouth. He was starting to get a little annoyed with the pathetic state of the company, and turned to people watch some more, preparing to ignore her, but before he wrote it off he asked, "What's up that you're in such a bad mood?" She placed her cup carefully away from her, folded her arms and leaned forward on them, cradling her average-sized breasts in her forearms, and sighed in a deeply frustrated manner. She followed that with the statement, "I'm horny and frustrated." Lee wasn't quite sure what to make of that, so he turned sideways a little, involuntarily wondering if anyone else had heard her say that, and when he turned back she was waiting, face to him, almost glaring. "And it's PISSING ME OFF," she said. He paused, then responded, "Oh," and instantly felt stupid. Aviva kept glaring at him. After a while, she went on. "I made one booty call and that guy's hooked up now, or I can go home, which isn't the same thing, or I could go out to the bars and hope for the best with some dummy for a one-nighter, which I think is fucking irresponsible." She ground her teeth. "My son is safe and at his aunt's, I got the whole frigging weekend, and I'm horny and it's pissing me off!" She turned on Lee again, glaring. They sat in loaded silence for a while, watching people go by, in and out, clutching sacks, some alone, some coupled, some with kids. Aviva finally said, "What about you? You seeing anybody?" She thought for a minute, rolling her eyes up, thinking. "You're divorced, or separated, or something, right? You're single?" Surprised, Lee said, "Well, yeah, I'm single, pretty much." "Pretty much what? You are or you aren't." "Well, we're legally separated, but we can't get divorced for another three months. State law. So..." Aviva said, "Who left? Her or you?" He sat back, a little disturbed. "She did." His newly-found companion stated bluntly, "Give it up. She's not coming back. When a guy leaves there's a chance, but when the chick walks out, that's it. Give it up." She swiveled her head back and forth, and her hair swished around her face. "What are you up to tonight? Don't tell me you're busy." He shook his head. "I'm not." "Then let's get it on. Let's go. You seem nice enough." He was genuinely taken aback. "Are you serious? Just like that?" Aviva said, "Sure, why not? You're clean, right? So let's go, I've got condoms. My place is close." He stared. She huffed in frustration. "Come on, you're not going to pass up a free fuck!" Lee sat silently, thinking, honestly, about his separated wife, feeling conflicted. Aviva moved her chair back and made an expression of incredulity. "You're kidding!" She waited, then said, "You're a dumbass." He got offended. "That's pretty rude." Aviva got up, and he thought she was walking away, but she stood in one spot, fished in a front pocket and produced a phone. "I'm going to make a call," she said, and pointed an average finger at his chest. "Stay put." She walked slightly outside of hearing range, near the parking lot, and talked animatedly for a minute or two. She returned, snapping the device shut and reinserting it in her pocket. "Okay," she said, "Here it is. I'll sweeten the deal. I called my sister, she'll come over, and you can do us both." The frustrated single mother propped a hand on a hip. "Don't tell me you're going to pass that up." Lee leaned forward, unprepared for the new offer, mouth open. Aviva looked down at him and said, "Well? You in?" He tried to think, maybe he should ask what her sister looked like, or something, but thought in that same split-second she was likely average too, and gave it up. Trying to be cool he made his decision and said, "Yeah." Except he couldn't help it, and his cool-guy 'Yeah' came out more like, "Dyuh-huh."