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A Taste of Man

By: mtt_rdd



Deep in the Pennsylvania suburbs, a thousand stars light the sky so blue that the trees ink over as shadows and people fade away before your eyes. As I turned my charcoal grey pickup into the long and rising driveway, I did so in complete darkness. My headlamps had been shut cold 100 yards up the ribbon thin country road. At 2 am in the morning, the odds of another car or human on the road were nil. My truck faded into the darkness as it slowly crept towards the house.

The truck came to an abrupt stop. I could see nothing except one golden lampshade far off in a window. He wouldn't be in the house. He was waiting for me out in his woods.

I stepped out of the truck and onto the gravel. My interior light blazed on and lit me alive, gave me away, he could see me from wherever he was. As the light in my truck drifted back to darkness, I saw the orange flare of his cigarette quickly flash to what must have been his mouth.

In silence I walked along the September grass, on a gentle sloping hill, and soon passed the first level of trees. Beyond the second row, and third I moved, my heart drumming in chest, my head, even down into the soles of my feet. The bright orange smear of light flashed quickly to where his face was. He cleared his throat to help guide me.

The land between us fell away quickly. Not a word was said. The scent of a chain smoker dominated my mind and distracted me from what was before me: a long slender cock, gently tugged on by its owner.

Down to my knees in silence. The smoke mingled with the intrusive aroma of Irish sing and a man's cock took my face in its hands and guided me slowly forward. My lips, intentionally wet, soft, and tightened, pressed to the tip of his cock. I inhaled the scent of soap and slowly rolled the pink tip of my tongue around his slit. Slowly, slowly, I barely massaged the very tip of his cock, bating him to want more, leading him to want to shove his cock past the soft wet tight O of lips I had waiting for him. He did.

While his fingers simultaneously slid into my hair, he forced his cock past my lips. He opened my lips like the fairy folds of a willing woman. 

With gentle ease he slow rocked his hips into my mouth. My tongue and lips worked his helmet, again patiently waiting for him to want more, to force his slowly hardening shaft deeper into my willingness. 

His cock started at half-erect when I first pressed my lips to him. Now, in my mouth, I could feel it thicken, I hear his breath alter, and his fingertips grew heavier against my scalp.

The spit in my mouth built up, and his upper cock was dripping with it. I was salivating and I was sucking. The firm softness in my mouth grew increasingly addictive. Released from my legs and hips was the tension of my nerves, my anxiety. I sank lower into the cool summer earth and felt his knees bend, and his second hand join his first on the back of my head. He wanted to fuck my mouth. I wanted to have it fucked.

I opened and took it all until it bumped the back of my throat. I briefly gagged and gurgled, but loved it. I wanted more. It was ok. My lips and tongue wrapped themselves around his cock like the darkness hiding us. My teeth seemed to recede and mouth a wet, pulsing sleeve, a milk machine, and now a music machine. I moaned. I sighed. I signaled that I loved feeling his cock slow fuck my mouth, tickling my throat, pushing my throat. I worked through the gag reflex easily as at times I held his tip in my throat and massaged him with it. His grip tightened hard, but he was careful not hurt me. If I kept it up he would be depositing enthusiasm directly into my stomach. I wanted it taste it.

Backing off, I removed my mouth from his cock. It dripped, coated with me. He exhaled loudly, grateful for the break. I slid my face under his hairy sack and ran my tongue around him. I found a lot of masculine scented hair, a sensitive smooth spot under his sac, and slight of the underside curve of his rim. He liked my tongue there.

Leaning back against the tree to change the angle, my friend raised his right leg and rested his thigh on my left shoulder. I slid my tongue more onto his hole. His left hand went down to the back of my neck and massaged it in encouragement. As I found the position that allowed my tongue to begin to explore the inner rim of hole, his right thigh wrapped more tightly around the back of my neck and held me tight. His gamey pubic hair covered my face and the full scent of man swam up my nose.

I massaged his whole like this for a long time. It had no taste, but it made him feel real good and it gave my jaw a break. The kinky nature of it and his soft exclamations of 'Fuck yeah and Dude, you are going to get a huge load' turned me on. My own cock screamed against my pants painfully. I knew my cock was leaking.

When I was ready for more cock I came out from under and walked away from the tree, which caught me by surprise. To my even greater surprise there was a large quilt on the ground, which I hadn't noticed before. He lay down on his back, spread his legs with his knees in the air, and said 'Finish me, Dude. Fucking finish me.'

I crawled over and took his cock with only my mouth. It had started to soften. This made me hot, as I knew I had at least a few more minutes of cock in my mouth. So, again, I slow milked with long full strokes, going from sensitive rim of the head all the way to the root, up and down, up and down, just so I could feel his cock widen and length. I love how that feels in my mouth in the same way that random textures feel nice against your hands or body. It surprised me how nice it felt.

'Oh dude, finish me...you are torturing me. Fuck....finish me, baby,"

With that. With 'baby' I went after his load. I milked harder and wetter than he previously experienced with me. I gave him my throat. Opening my mouth wide I fucked his cock with my throat and the sound was everything you'd imagine: wet, squeaky, rubbery. His panting increased. I took one last long swallow of his cock and managed to get a good portion of his head into my throat. I swallowed quickly four or five times. I know the ridges in my throat rolled across the sensitive part of his cock. His hip muscles were twitching, almost tightening.

I slid up higher on his cock, familiar with what was next, and I pumped the upper half with my soft pussy. He exhaled in a mix of pleasure and thrill. The gush of fluid washed against my tongue. Twice. Three times. He bucked and kept coming. My mouth filled and his heavy load of cum surround his cock head with slick warmth. He sighed and gasped quickly as I tortuously sucked on his head while mouth still held his seed. I swallowed it and still sucked. It all went down my throat. I loved the taste, the texture, the glow of energy that seem fly from my mouth. I continued to slow milk his softening cock. He moaned, "That was a huge load. Oh my god, that was a huge load. I'm fucking sweating."

I pulled up from his cock, stood and walked back in the direction I came. I couldn't see my truck in the darkness but I knew it was there. Nothing but silence as I stumbled along the grass, dizzy with sex.

I climbed in my truck, cum coated my lips. The light in my cab flared on again, and soon washed away. Everything grew dark around me. In the distance I could the quick orange dart of light rise and fade away into the earth.

A Taste of Maya



Paul just called me and explained that he had 7:00 reservations at The Tilted Kilt. He instructed me to take a cab and meet him there, and I was to wear my short black latex dress, heels and my leather collar was to remain in place. 

I love Paul. He is my Master, my teacher, my Sir, my protector, my lover, my partner and my friend. He excites me and challenges me to bring him new excitements, delights with my servitude, my love.

While I'm no stranger to dressing in this fashion for him, I was surprised at his request for such a public setting! I must say, my cunt was dripping with the promise of the evening, as I knew he would never want me to be exposed in this way unless he had something very special planned!

I arrived at 7:00 and walked into the restaurant to see him already seated and flirting with the waitress. She even had her hand on his arm. He watched me saunter to his table while never breaking his conversation, that satisfied smile playing on his oh so handsome face. My god, but that man thrills me to the tips of my toes! 

He arose to seat me and when he sat back down, his hand rested on my thigh nudging my legs apart. Paul turned his attention back to the waitress and said, "Maya, she'll have a cup of coffee and water with lime and I'll have a refill, please." She was watching his hand and unconsciously licking her lips and replied with a weak, "Yes, Sir."

After watching the lovely girl walk away, Paul turned his attention back to me and said with that infuriatingly sexy smile, "You look beautiful, my dear. You did so well following my directions that I have a reward for you tonight." Then he shoved a finger inside my cunt while watching my face, enjoying that he had taken me by surprise. It is extremely hard to maintain one's composure when you have the world's most handsome man's finger shoved forcefully into one's cunt! I did gasp quite audibly, though, causing our nearest neighbors to look our way.

Maya had returned with our drinks and her eyes were glued to my Sir's hand! She sat the drinks down, bending over Paul's free arm and brushing her magnificent tits against him. While never removing his hand and what he was doing with it, he gazed and smiled at his waitress and said, "Thank you, sexy girl!"

She replied with her own smile saying, "I don't want to go, but I'll be right back to take your order, Sir."

Paul turned to me. He looked into my eyes and smiled a gentle smile at me and said, "I love you. Tonight, I will not acknowledge you while we are in the company of others. When I give you directions, you are to carry them out without question or hesitation. Do you understand, my pet?"

"Yes, Sir," I replied, blushing furiously. "I love you, too, and will do everything you ask."

"Good girl. Now, I wonder...how do you think Maya would taste? I've been sitting here this whole time thinking of nothing else, and I do believe I'll find out! My cock is so hard for her."

Just then, Maya returned to my Master's table. Without taking his eyes from her, he removed his finger and held it in front of my lips. I leaned forward and cleaned my cunt juices from his finger while he ordered for himself, saying that his guest would not be dining. Before leaving to place his order, Maya leaned close to him and, again, placed her hand on his arm. She whispered loudly enough for me to hear, "It will be my pleasure to serve you, Sir," and smiling he replied, "Yes, it will be your pleasure, Maya." While she was still leaning in, Paul casually and feather lightly brushed her nipple with the back of his hand. I could hear her intake of breath and see the flush on her face and chest, and she said, "Thank you, Sir. I'll be right back with your order!"

Paul turned to look at me and asked, "Did you enjoy that, my pet?"

When I stated that I had enjoyed it very much, my Sir replied, "I'm very happy to hear that, cunt, but it honestly wouldn't have mattered to me if you had not."

I excused myself to visit the ladies' room. When I opened the door, there stood Maya adjusting her lip gloss! She saw me in the reflection of the mirror but did not speak to me, although she smiled at me condescendingly.

When I was done and had freshened up, I returned to the table to find food set in front of my Master and Maya leaning down by Paul with his hand on the small of her back, their heads very close together speaking softly. I seated myself watching the exchange with my cunt on fire! I so wanted to feel his hand resting on the back of my neck or the small of my back, but to see him touch another woman so intimately while ignoring my presence made me want to grind my cunt into my chair! He discretely tweeked her nipple and said, "Once I have finished my meal, we will speak further of this."

Again, he watched her walk away with that smile on his face then started eating, occasionally lifting his fingers for me to taste and clean with my mouth.

Once he was done, he turned to me and said, "I love you. You are to exit the restaurant, and I want you to walk around to the back and stand facing the wall. You will not speak. You will not turn around no matter what. And you will accept what will be happening to you."

Maya walked over to Paul under the guise of removing his dishes. I stood up to leave and was acknowledged by neither of them, as they only had eyes for each other and I heard my Sir say, "Oh, you sexy, naughty little girl! Daddy's going to have to spank you!" and her giggles...

I did as I was told and entered the alley behind the restaurant and stood facing the wall. I waited, my chest heaving with excitement and fear. I was afraid to be alone in an alley dressed the way I was, but I knew my Master would never let anything or anyone harm me.

I heard footsteps and my breath quickened. I wanted to look and to hide if it were someone approaching my way, but I could not disobey my One. So I stood there, shaking.

I was shoved hard from behind and slammed up against the wall. I felt the barrel of a gun press against my temple and hot breath on my neck. My dress was yanked up over my ass, and I heard fumbling and a zipper. And a huge cock shoved into my cunt. The hand not holding the gun came up and covered my mouth, fingers roughly working their way between my lips, and I tasted sweetness.

I was being raped.

The voice in my ear menacingly whispered, "Do you like this, cunt? Do you like being used while I'm thinking about fucking someone else? Did you taste that sexy little girl's juice on my fingers?"

Before I could answer, my Master exploded in my cunt. I dropped to my knees immediately and took his beautiful cock into my mouth cleaning him.

He picked me up and held me so close to him, crushing me to him.

My love spoke softly in my ear, "I love you so, my beautiful girl. Let's go home."



A Taste of Medicine Pt. 01



My first ever attempt at a story. Very short and sweet, and pure fantasy. I am the first to admit that dialogue is not my strongest area, so I tend to gloss over the talky bits...

*

I was going home tomorrow. The minor operation had been a success, and my wife was coming to pick me up in the morning. It was just after lunchtime, and I was as bored as it was only possible to get in hospital. Don't get me wrong, it was a nice hospital. The company I worked for gave all their salaried employees private medical insurance as part of their benefits package, so when a niggling problem (I won't bore you with the grisly details) had started playing up, I had taken advantage and "gone private". The food was much better, and you got a private room. In many ways it was very like a simple hotel room, except instead of a normal bed there was a hospital bed, and behind the headboard was all manner of pipes and plumbing for the more serious patients.

I had been making a nuisance of myself with the nurses since I arrived, flirting outrageously whenever my wife wasn't visiting, and generally trying to find something to stave off boredom when I couldn't face reading any more. In the afternoons, daytime TV went into in its usual "housewives choice" mode that meant there was absolutely nothing for a red-blooded bloke to watch. There's only so much "Loose Women", "cash in the attic", and "Sixty Minute Makeover" that a man can stand!

The knock at my door came as something of a surprise. I hadn't rung for a nurse, and I wasn't expecting anything at this time.

"Come in?" I called, curious.

There was a slight rustling outside for a few seconds that I thought sounded a bit like somebody taking off a coat or something, then the door opened. My jaw hit the floor. It was one of the nurses I had been flirting with this morning, her name-tag said "Claire Jones". I hadn't taken any specific notice of her over the others, although I had thought she was perhaps slightly prettier -- but with no makeup and the same drab and unflattering uniform, it was always difficult to tell.

She was in a nurse's uniform now too, but not like any I had ever seen in a hospital before. It was a white PVC micro-mini-dress, very short, cut very low at the front, and very shiny. Almost like a fancy-dress costume, and extremely slutty! White fishnet stockings, with lace stocking tops, were clearly visible below the very short skirt, and as she walked, each step revealed a flash of suspender and bare leg above the stocking-top. She wore shiny white patent court shoes with full six-inch high stiletto heels and sexy little ankle straps, that emphasised her slim ankles and made her wiggle alluringly when she walked.

She wore dramatic makeup that made me want to look at her all day like a classic painting. A beautiful ruby-red lipstick had been applied generously, and made her mouth look enticingly kissable. Her eyes were made up very simply, with some subtle silver-grey eye-shadow, and a dramatic curve of generous eyeliner all around the eye and on the waterline then swept out in a wide cat-flick to the sides, plus lots of beautiful black mascara to make her eyes really stand out above those perfect red pouting lips.

Her long blonde hair, which I had normally seen confined in a tight and shapeless bun and then held in place beneath the standard nurse's cap was now hanging long and loose across her shoulders, with a small PVC nurse's hat to match her mini-dress. The difference to this morning was unbelievable. If I had had any idea that she could look this good, I would have been far more intimidated, thinking her not even in my league, and beyond even flirting. I was getting hard just looking at her, and suddenly starting to feel quite vulnerable in my hospital bed, wearing nothing but the regulation hospital gown that tied up the back.

She closed the door behind her, and pressed the button to turn on the light outside that indicated I wasn't to be disturbed before she said a word.

"Well now Mr Smith," she said, all business-like (all names have been changed to protect the not-so innocent), "it looks like you have a nasty swelling there." And she looked pointedly at my slowly growing bulge under the sheets. "We'll have to do something about that, won't we?"

"W-w-what did you have in mind?" I gulped.

She didn't say anything, but came up to the bedside, walking easily on the six-inch needle-thin heels, her hips swaying provocatively as she moved, stocking-tops flashing with each step. She grabbed quickly at my still hardening cock through the sheet before I could react.

"Well, that isn't nearly hard enough for the treatment to be effective" she said. And before I could protest, the sheet had been whipped down to reveal my now almost fully erect penis. Fingers with ruby-red nail polish wrapped themselves tight around my shaft to hold it vertically upright, and without a further word, she bent over and her wonderful lipsticked lips opened to take me deep into her throat in one go. Then her lips closed around the very base of my shaft and she sucked hard.

When she slowly pulled back, I could see a deep red stain of lipstick all around the base of my cock, the shaft glistening with saliva as she started to slowly work up and down, sucking deeply, and playing with her tongue the whole time. I didn't think it was possible, but I felt like I was getting even stiffer with each stroke of her lips and tongue. The sight of those beautiful deep red lipsticked lips wrapped around my cock was arousing in the extreme, and the feelings each time she reached the head and teased the sensitive spot underneath with her tongue was such that I had to concentrate very hard not to blow my load there and then.

She must have felt the pulsations as I was just starting to cum, because she stopped suddenly, and squeezed the end very hard with her hand. Painfully hard! In fact I was surprised that such a slight girl had the strength to squeeze me so hard, it hurt like hell! I couldn't help myself, and I gasped in pain. After a minute or two of gasping in her painfully tight grip I was surprised to feel myself slowly starting to soften. After a minute she relaxed her grip, and took me into her mouth once again, taking me all the way down her throat to the very base of my shaft and sucking hard. She was clearly enjoying every second of sucking me, and I was fully hard again in just a few seconds.

Once more, just before I felt I was going to cum, she stopped and squeezed very, very hard until I started to go soft. Then after a minute or two she would start all over again sucking and licking. She did this two or three more times, and it felt like each time the explosion I was denied would be bigger than the last. She was building me up for something, and by now I was squirming in the hospital bed literally begging to be allowed to cum.

"No, not yet!" came the strict answer. "You need your medicine."

I wasn't sure what she meant, but I was about to find out.

This time, she didn't stop when I felt myself starting to cum. She pulled back until just the tip of my cock was in her mouth between pouting red lips, and she gripped me hard, but not too hard, just enough to keep me from jerking out of her mouth as I exploded in jet after jet of hot sticky spunk into her eager mouth. I could hardly contain myself, and it felt like I was going to keep cuming forever, such was the need she had built in me.

It was only as I finished, and my body calmed down did I notice that she didn't appear to have been swallowing any of my jism. She had kept it all in her mouth. Now I found out what she had been talking about earleir. She climbed seductively onto the bed, smiling all the while as a tiny dribble of my cum leaked from her over-full mouth. She climbed on top of me, straddling me and pinning my down, then she lent down kissed me hard and deep with that mouthful of my own juice. Her tongue sought out mine in the sticky warmth that flooded into my mouth, and we shared the taste of my cum, her lipstick, and each other's mouths as our tongues intertwined.

After she had given me back most of what I had ejaculated into her mouth, she pulled back from the unexpectedly deliciously kiss.

"Now swallow your medicine!" she ordered.

I did as I was told, and felt the sticky liquid slide down my throat like an oyster. Having never tasted or swallowed cum before, I didn't have anything to compare either the taste or texture to, but it was.... different. Not unpleasant, salty and yet also kind-of sweet at the same time.

Once she had watched me finish swallowing my own cum, passed to me in that deep kiss, she leant forward, still sitting astride me, and kissed me again. This time it was slightly gentler, but only slightly, and her tongue seemed to search all around my mouth for as much of the remnants of my cum as she could scavenge. I couldn't help myself, and my hands came up and fondled her breasts through the tight PVC material as we kissed, and she moaned with pleasure as I felt her nipples harden beneath my hands.

"And now you need to exercise" she ordered, and slowly, teasingly, she pulled down the zip that ran up the entire front of her uniform. It gaped open and she slid it off her shoulders to reveal she was wearing a tight white-lace basque, boned and pulled in to accentuate her waist, her petite and pert breasts pushed up and almost spilling out of the top. Suspenders led from her basque to hold up her white fishnet stockings, and a tiny white lace g-string barely covered her pussy. She leaned in to kiss me some more as I explored every inch of her body and lingerie with my hands, taking my time when I got to her sexy suspenders and stockings.

"Are you fit enough to work up a sweat?" she asked in a tone that brooked absolutely no dissent.

"Y-y-yes nurse, I think so" was all I could stammer in response and she turned around on the bed. Kneeling on all fours on top of me, she pushed her pussy and ass into my face. I needed no more encouragement, and set to work. Pulling the tiny white lace g-string to one side, I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy as far as I could. She was dripping wet already, and her juices flowed liberally onto my tongue as I probed deep before pulling out to lick down to her clitoris.

As licked into the little fleshy hood and hit the erect sensitive little bud within I felt her gasp and writhe, pushing herself back onto my tongue even further. I started a teasing game, working from her clit, up to her pussy, taking each of her labia lips into my mouth and sucking one at a time, before moving on to her ass, licking all around the red puckered rosebud opening, and pushing my tongue gently in a fraction before doing the whole thing in reverse to end up back down at her clit.

She was writhing on top of me, moaning in a low voice, and squirming her bum into my face as I worked up and down, again and again, between all three of her sensitive places, clit, vagina, and ass. She was sopping wet now, and her juices flowed freely down my chin as I lapped and licked. Suddenly her writhing increased in tempo, and she pushed her face down into the sheets to stifle her moans. As she came into my mouth I tasted her juices flowing and eagerly I swallowed all I could.

She shuddered as her body came down off the high, and she once more took my semi-hard penis into her mouth. She hardly needed to move, as she was facing the right way, we had been almost in a sixty-nine anyway, and she gently brought me back to life with her lips and tongue. Sucking on my cock as I slowly hardened into her warm wet mouth, I leant forward and licked at her dripping pussy and clit a little more, wanting to savour the taste.

Once I was hard enough, she turned around, and deftly removed her tiny white lace thong knickers before hovering over my rock hard penis.

"Now for your physiotherapy" she said coyly. Then very, very slowly, inch by inch, she lowered herself down onto me, and I felt every fold and pulsation of her vagina as I was pushed into her hot depths. Instead of starting to push herself up and down as I expected, she next slowly raised herself up until just the tip of my penis was inside the lips of her pussy and stopped.

"Well?" she demanded, "this is your physio, you've got to work for it!"

I bucked my hips and thrust up inside her. I could see her pussy open and enfold my cock as I pushed up and fell back down again. As I thrust up from beneath her, she caressed and fondled her own breasts, folding the material of her basque down to push her tits up even higher and to allow her access to her own nipples. She pinched and squeezed them to make them really stand up, erect and proud above the top of the lacy basque.

"Keep going," she commanded. I could hardly refuse, so I repeated the bucking motion with my hips, pushing up hard inside her again and again. This was hard work, but the feeling of sliding up into her dripping wet vagina was magnificent. I kept going, but the sweat was building rapidly at the continued effort.

"Lazy boy!" She chastised, still hovering over my cock as I pushed myself into her again and again "Fuck me harder! Harder!"

I did my best, pushing higher and faster, my cock making delicious slurping noises as it plunged into her waiting, quivering vagina. I was sweating profusely, as having cum only a few minutes earlier, I knew it would be quite a time before I could recover enough to cum again. But I kept at it, getting into a rhythm of thrusting my hips up to feel her warm wet depths enfold me each time. She was obviously enjoying it as she was panting hard, and grasping at her own tits, pinching her nipples with one hand whilst her other went down between her legs to rub at her own clit as I thrust up into her pussy again and again. She seemed to hoevr on the edge of an orgasm for what seemed like an age, but I was now desperate to not disappoint, and so despite the effort, kept going, mentally urging her to cum. After what seemed like a lifetime, I heard her gasps become ragged, and a cry caught in her throat as she came, flopping forward to rest on her hands as I continued to thrust myself into her..

I was getting very close myself now. I could feel my balls tightening. Then suddenly I could hold myself back no longer. She deliberately hovered over me as I flopped back, my cum gushing out of the edge of her pussy down the sides of my cock and spurting up over the insides of her legs. Just as I could feel myself finishing and starting to soften, she dropped back down, taking my slowly softening cock back inside her and squeezing with her kagel muscles to keep me hard just that bit longer.

She was sweating too as she climbed off me, and coolly used the top sheet to mop up the mess I had made down her legs.

"That's more like it." She said, and started to dress. "But just look at the mess you've made!" She indicated the puddles of cum and her juices that were splattered over the bedding. "I'll get one of my colleagues to come and clean you up...!" and suddenly she was gone, flicking off the "do-not--disturb" light, and closing the door after her.



A Taste of Medicine Pt. 02



A continuation of my first ever attempt at a story. Again, very short and sweet, and obviously pure fantasy. I am the first to admit that dialogue is not my strongest area, so I tend to gloss over the talky bits... 

*

I was drained and happy. I hardly knew what she meant when she said she would get a colleague to clean me up. But I was about to find out. After about ten minutes, the door opened and in walked one of the other nurses. She was not dressed as nurse Claire had been. Her name tag said "Teresa Robinson" and she was in the standard nurses' uniform. Or was it? I looked more closely, and saw that she had on more makeup than I remembered her wearing before. A pale pink lipstick and heavy mascara accentuated her eyes; plus she wore four-inch high stiletto-heeled court shoes, definitely not regulation. She was older than nurse Claire, late thirties I would guess, and her short dark hair was cut in a cute bob the swished freely about her cheeks. She was also a lot bustier. Claire's tits had been small and pert, but Teresa's were huge, DD cup or perhaps even bigger? I was no expert, but she had a fantastic hour-glass figure, slim of waist, wide of hip and oh-boy, those tits! I could have stared down her cleavage forever. She had several buttons undone and was showing off a quite spectacular décolletage.

Only then did I notice that she was pushing a trolley covered with a white cloth. As she got next to the bed, she looked down at the mess created by my own spunk, and Claire's juices, all over my abdomen and the bedclothes. She tutted, and looked at me with a disconcerting expression; a mix of disgust and sheer lust.

"Looks like I've got some washing to do" she said, and with that whipped off the covering on the trolley. It revealed a large bowl of steaming-hot water, some medicated soap, and several wash-cloths and towels.

I was suddenly feeling slightly nervous, lying there completely exposed to her. Before I could react or say anything, she unceremoniously grabbed my soft and shrunken penis between her thumb and forefinger and held it up like something she'd found in the gutter. She tutted again, and let me go. My cock flopped back, but there were just the first stirrings of arousal from her warm touch. I tried to look innocent, but probably failed miserably.

"Lift up!" nurse Teresa commanded, indicating with a gesture what she wanted. I lifted my hips from the bed, and she expertly slid a deep towel under me, obviously to stop the bed from getting wet, then she turned and organised herself with the water and soap. Steam rose from the water, it looked hot. She thoroughly soaped a wash-cloth in the water and turned back to slap the cloth down onto my very slowly hardening cock. I yelped in surprise and pain, the water was very hot! After a few seconds I started to become accustomed to it, and Teresa started to soap my groin.

She parted my legs brusquely, and reached down with the soapy cloth, lathering my entire abdomen meticulously. She thoroughly slathered my cock, my balls, and reached a hand underneath to get right into my butt-crack. I could feel her fingers pushing into my anus slightly through the wash-cloth. With all the soap she was spreading around, my normally tight opening was soon well lubricated, and her finger slipped in a little way quite easily with each slathering. I getting very slippery with all the soap, as she kept returning to the trolley to re-lather the cloth, and her constant rubbing and probing was getting me very arousing. It wasn't very long before I was almost completely hard again.

She looked back up to me, smiling suddenly.

"That's more like it." She said, and turned to dry her hands carefully on one of the many towels she had on the trolley. When her hands were dry, she turned back to face me and reached up to begin slowly unbuttoned her uniform, clearly making sure I had a very good view as each button was popped open to reveal more and more of her ample breasts. I couldn't help myself, and I reached down to touch myself, but she slapped my hand away sharply.

"Leave it alone!" She said, business-like. "Leave things to the professionals." Then she continued to unbutton her uniform tantalisingly slowly. Eventually, when I was completely hard, she had her uniform open all the way down, and she slipped it off her shoulders, laying it carefully over the handle-bar of the trolley.

Beneath the severe uniform she had on a black lace bra, only half-cup, and barely big enough to contain her huge tits, they were almost spilling out over the top of it. I glanced down her body, taking in the view. Nearly completely exposed by the semi-transparent lace bra, her breasts was just magnificent, and I could see her large dark areolae through the lace, her nipples making obvious points through the material that barely reached high enough to cover them. I my gaze went down her body, I saw that she had on a matching black lace suspender-belt, with four narrow suspenders that held up very sheer black stockings with a lace band at the top of each. Matching black lace bikini-style knickers covered her pussy, although I could almost see through the semi-transparent material. She leaned forward, and I could see the material of her half-cup bra straining, and her breasts almost falling out of it as she did so. I had a hard time not reaching forward to fondle those magnificent orbs as they dangled just inches from my face.

She looked into my eyes, following their gaze to what I couldn't help but stare at.

"Well?" She said, demandingly. "Are you going to stare at them all day, or are you going to suck them like a good boy?" And with that, she reached behind her back and unclasped the catch on her bra, letting it fall to the ground.

I needed no more prompting, and immediately reached forward to cup them in my hands. I felt their weight and roundness, the softness of the skin, and as I touched the nipples I felt Teresa's breath catch in her throat. I suddenly realised that the commanding efficiency was mostly an act, and by now she was as turned on as I was. At least I hoped so, as I drew those magnificent huge breasts towards me and started to lick and suck at her left nipple. As I did this, I pinched and squeezed the nipple on her right breast with my fingers. After a few minutes, I swapped to lick at the right nipple whilst my fingers fondled and squeezed at the left. She was panting hard now, her hands went behind my head pulling me into her and she thrust her chest forward into my mouth eagerly as I sucked her nipples hard. They were very large, almost as big as the tip of my thumb, and the very firm flesh behind them was smooth and warm to my caressing touch and licking tongue.

I could feel myself getting even more turned on my all this, and by now I desperately wanted her to touch me again. I glanced up to see her head thrown back as she thrust her chest forward, pushing her breasts into my waiting mouth. My cock was desperate for attention, and the lack of any meant that it was just starting to soften as I continued to suck and play with her breasts and nipples. I was unwilling to stop in case she just walked out, but I needn't have worried. She must have been keeping an eye on my cock, as she slowly pulled away with a sigh and looked down at my still hard, but very slowly softening cock.

"That will never do." She said sternly, and reached behind her to grab the soapy wash cloth again. Slap! The hot water and soap-covered cloth came down, and she started again re-lathering my cock, balls and down to my anus. After just a very few minutes she stopped and looked down at me, then to my surprise she climbed onto the foot of the bed, straddling my feet, pinning my legs down, and then she bent forwards, lowering her chest down towards my groin.

Her breasts slipped easily either side of my now rock-hard cock, and she pushed them together with her hands, sandwiching my soap-slathered cock tightly between them. Then slowly, very slowly at first, she began to move her body slightly up and down the bed. With all the soap, my cock slipped easily between her breasts as she started to give me the most glorious tit-wank.

The view was unbelievably fantastic as I looked down the bed at her. My cock would completely disappear for a second or two as she reached the top of a stroke, before emerging again, and again, covered in warm soap, as she worked her tits up and down my length, holding me tightly between them. She certainly knew what she was doing, and after a few minutes I could feel myself building towards a climax already, getting closer and closer with each stroke of her slippery white mounds that enveloped my engorged cock.

The visual stimulus was almost as arousing as the physical, as I watched wide-eyed whilst she continued to slowly wank me between her soap-covered breasts. Then suddenly I couldn't help myself, with a cry that I couldn't muffle, I came in a powerful jet that almost hit me in the face, landing on my chest. My second and subsequent spurts landed on her breasts, coating them in white jism that slowly merged with the soap-suds to make a sticky mess. She continued to push her beautiful huge breasts up and down the full length of my cock for a while longer, milking every last drop of semen from me. I could feel my cock jerking spasmodically as my body tried to cum, but there was nothing left, and the dry-jerks were almost painful. Having now cum three times in less than an hour, I could feel my balls starting to ache as I was drained dry by an expert.

Only when I was completely empty of cum did the wonderful nurse Teresa unwrap herself from around my cock as I started to finally soften, and she calmly reached for the wash-cloth again. She cleaned herself carefully, as if I weren't there, washing my cum from her breasts, and then drying herself carefully and seductively in front of me before nonchalantly putting her bra back on, followed by her uniform, before turning her attentions back to me. Again the soapy wash-cloth was put to use, and I was cleaned thoroughly. After a few minutes I was spotlessly clean. She removed the thick towel from beneath my hips and, as I lay there on the hospital bed, naked, exhausted, and satisfied, she simply walked out without another word.



A Taste of Midnight



As she stepped into the dark corridor leaving the cold night air behind her, Katy suddenly felt woozy, the effects of alcohol from the club catching up with her.

'You okay, luv?' her companion behind said with concern.

Katy heard the front door close behind her, deepening the gloom in the corridor. She felt a frisson of apprehension but it was gone in an instant and she chided herself for such childish reaction to the dark.

'My flat, second door on the left.'

Katy, straightened swayed slightly and felt her arm suddenly steadied by the girl she'd pulled at the club. A few steps, a moment as the key was turned, and she found herself inside the girl's place.

Katy blinked as a light in the hallway was switched on. She felt a wave of panic as she realised she'd forgotten the girl's name. Then it came to her - Marion. Just think Robin Hood, she reminded herself -- think of that crap Kevin Costner film.

'You okay?' Marion smiled, through a wavy curtain of sleek black hair. She eased her black suede jacket off revealing her trim curvaceous body in a figure hugging red dress. Katy found herself gobsmacked she'd pulled such a stunning girl. Marion was way out of her league. Thick raven hair, tall, slim, the curves in the right places, high cheek bones and emerald green eyes that reminded Katy of a cat she'd once owned. She wondered what on earth a girl like her Marion could possibly see could in her. Without her heels on Katy was only 5 foot four inches tall, heavy breasted and what some people called big boned. 

Katy was suddenly aware of Marion's inquisitive eyes on her, one eyebrow raised, and she suddenly realised she'd been asked a question.

'Oh, yes. Yeah I'm fine. I guess I'm a bit tipsy,' she blustered.

'Just a bit,' Marion grinned. 'Come in and take the weight off your feet.'

Marion opened a door at the end of the hallway and Katy found herself in what looked like a bedsit. There was a queen-size double bed in the centre of the room, a dressing table that would not look out of place on the set of a TV drama set in Victorian times, and several candelabras with thick white candles. All were lit and the glow from the flames was dazzling. The room was heavy with the smell of incense, jasmine and something else Katy could not put her finger on.

'Very, em Gothic,' she commented.

'Gothic never goes out of fashion. Sit, relax,' Marion instructed taking Katy's leather jacket.

There were no chairs in the room, so Katy perched herself on the edge of the bed.

'I shouldn't really be here,' Katy began, suddenly feeling awkward. She was beginning to regret where the evenings excursions had led her. She'd only pulled Marion to make her ex, jealous. She'd been seeing Diane for almost a year, when Diane had broken things off. She'd said Katy was too clingy, and Katy had to admit she was partly right. It was Katy's clumsy attempt at an engagement proposal that had sparked the row that ended their relationship. Katy had tried to forget Diane, and after three months not seeing her, she almost had. Then tonight: there was Diane at the nightclub, her new girlfriend with her, flaunting her to the whole world. Katy, fortified by drink went for the best looking chick in the place determined to show her ex up, and to her surprise the girl she'd flirted with reciprocated. They'd danced then snogged, and Katy felt a surge of victorious joy when she'd seen the look in Diane's eyes across the dance floor. Only now here she was back in that best looking chick's flat, sitting on her bed. That hadn't been part of the plan. She hadn't thought that far ahead. To be honest with herself she'd not really thought much at all -- alcohol, rage, bitterness and jealousy had done the thinking for her.

'Why shouldn't you be here?' Marion asked, with a bemused smile.

Katy sighed, 'Because . . . because . . . ' she trailed off.

'Because of that redhead in the club. The one you were trying to make jealous?'

'Was it that obvious,' Katy said, feeling her cheeks redden. She cast her eyes downward, feeling acutely embarrassed.

Marion laughed, 'Don't beat yourself up about it. You can't fight your feelings.'

'I should go,' Katy insisted, the words sounding half-hearted even as she said them.

'You should stay,' Marion countered firmly. 'I'll get us a drink. Red wine or white?'

Katy opened her mouth to protest, insist she was going, but the thought of trudging into the bitter cold night to get a taxi back to her cold lonely flat was too desolate. 'Red,' she smiled back.

Marion disappeared into a small kitchen area that led off from one corner of the room. Katy heard her rummaging in a cupboard. She looked around the room, her eyes becoming accustomed to the candle light that sent flickering shadows around the walls. The room was sparsely furnished, surprisingly no computer, or TV. There was no wardrobe or chest of drawers, only the Victorian dresser with an old fashioned clock with roman numerals, both hands pointed to twelve. She could make out two bulky rectangular shapes of suitcases by the side of the dresser. Had Marion just moved in here perhaps? She spotted a painting on the wall, but it was too dim to make out its content clearly in the flickering light but it seemed to be portrait of a woman. Curious, Katy leant forward to see it better, and her foot brushed against something on the floor, partly under the bed. Automatically she reached down a picked up the item. It looked like some sort of photo album. It had a red leather-like cover, soft to the touch. Katy opened it and frowned at its contents.

They were not photos as she'd expected, but pages of plastic pouches filled with small cards around the same size as credit cards. All had a picture of their owner, there were driving licenses, student cards, id badges, passports. Dozens of faces stared out at Katy from the pages as she flicked through them. Most were young women but there was a sprinkling of young men too. Judging by the hairstyles on some of the pictures they covered quite a period of time. The faces were very diverse ethnically and a lot of the cards had foreign writing on them -- European, Indian, African, Arabic. Katy peered closely at one card, a student card with a black and white image of blonde English looking girl with a round face that somehow looked vaguely familiar. Katy peered closely to make out the name: Ruth Davis. The name seemed familiar too. Not like someone Katy knew, but rather a name that had once been well known, like an actress who used to be in a popular soap opera, or a celebrity from of those reality shows, a name that suddenly is on everyone's lips for short while, maybe a month or so, then slips back into obscurity. Katy trawled her memory to recall where she'd heard the name, had she been on the news? She scanned some of the other names and realised that a few of those were vaguely familiar too, as though they were related in some way as though they were all famous for some reason, something they had in common -- something newsworthy. 'Ah, you've found my collection,' Marion said, standing over Katy, a glass of wine in either hand.

Katy almost jumped at her voice, and felt as though she'd been caught snooping at something private.

'Your collection?' Katy echoed dumbly.

'What do you think?' Marion asked, hand Katy a glass.

'Well,' Katy began unsure what to say. She took a sip of wine. 'How did you get all these cards, I mean . . .'

'I did an fine art degree at Uni, this was one of my projects. A collection - slivers of people's lives. Objects once important to them, but eventually discarded.'

'But there are driving licenses and ID cards, people don't throw those away.'

'I use to work for British National Coach Service when I was a student, and one day my boss showed me this room full of lost property, stacks of wallets and purses that had never been claimed, y'know? He let me take what I wanted. A wise man.'

Katy saw a flicker of a teasing smile play on Marion's lips.

Marion took the album from Katy and placed it back on the floor, then pulled off her knee length boots and sat cross legged at Katy's feet. 'What do you think of the wine?'

Katy took another sip. 'Nice.'

'It's a Burgandy, they always carry a deep rich taste I think.' She placed her glass down and took one Katy's feet in her hands. 'You should take these off, let your feet breath.'

Katy laughed nervously, 'Have you got a gas mask?'

Marion, unzipped the ankle length shoe and slipped it off, then repeated the motion with Katy's other foot. The air was cool on her bare skin. Marion took one foot and rubbed it gently. Her touch was cool.

'Your feet are very hot,' she said looking up at Katy.

'Aren't yours?'

'Never.'

'They probably stink, my feet, I mean,' Katy said, feeling a mixture of nervousness, and a tinge of arousal.

'You're too self conscious,' Marion chided. She stood. 'Wait here.'

She disappeared off and Katy frowned as she heard the sound of running water. Marion reappeared holding a basin of water.

'What are you doing?' Katy asked, suppressing a giggle.

Marion placed the basin at Katy's feet and knelt down. She took one of Katy's feet gently in one hand. 

Katy, feeling the need to say something flippant or funny, opened her mouth but the words died in her throat as Marion's piercing green eyes fixed her like an animal caught in a car's headlights. Marion's eyes, pupils dilated, seemed suddenly hypnotic. Katy felt herself take a deep breath as a flutter of arousal awakened deep within.

Marion took a sponge from the basin and pressed it over Katy's foot. The temperature of the water was tepid but refreshingly cool. Rivulets ran between her toes dripping into the basin.

'In biblical times it was common for a host or hostess to wash their guest's feet,' Marion said, her eyes on Katy's the whole time as she sponged every inch of Katy's foot. 'It was a sign of humility, but also I think something intimate, erotic. After all the foot is incredibly sensitive.' She kissed the underside of the foot she had washed sending a quiver of arousal through Katy. 

Marion took Katy's other foot and began sponging it, starting at her ankle then moving over the heel and arch of the foot, finishing with the toes.

'That's nice,' Katy said in half whisper, the words almost spoken to herself.

Marion smiled. She took Katy's foot, raised it to her mouth and again kissed the sensitive underside, this time wetting it with her tongue. The sensation was like velvet and Katy felt herself grow wetter with arousal. Marion shifted the basin away and moved closer, lips and tongue moving upwards to ankles, calves. She alternated between each of Katy's pliant legs, moving inexorably toward the hot wet soft lips that waited and demanded attention. Katy lay back on the bed her eyes closed, as Marion's mouth caressed and kissed her inner thighs, she opened her legs more fully, desperate for the impending oral pleasure. Marion teasingly hovered kissing the uppermost soft flesh of Katy's inner thighs. Katy dug her fingers into the bed sheets resisting the urge to grab Marion's head and force the motion. Marion rubbed her cool cheek against the silken nylon of Katy's damp panties. She pressed her lips to the material, inhaling the plump girl's scent, then breathing warm air on the puffy labial lips beneath the thin material. Katy gasped. Marion hooked her thumbs under the sides of the panties and Katy lifted her hips off the bed to facilitate the garment's removal. Marion tossed the damp panties aside, and Katy, sitting up, pulled her dress off and unclasped her bra-strap and removed her bra freeing big fleshy breasts.

She was now completely naked before Marion, only the warm glow of candlelight bathed her skin. Marion ran her eyes hungrily over Katy's nude vulnerable form. She reached a hand up to stroke and knead Katy's big breasts, fingers brushing against hardened erect nipples. Katy breathed deeply, anticipation and arousal growing in a tide of desire.

'Lie back, Katy,' Marion instructed.

Katy obeyed, opening her legs for Marion invitingly. Katy stifled a cry as Marion's lips kissed the wet folds of her outer labia. Marion took her time teasingly using her lips to stroke and rub over Katy's slick soft folds, before finally using her tongue in slow gentle swirls ever probing deeper, exploring Katy's soft private flower. Katy swore aloud as Marion's tongue pushed under her clitoral hood caressing the inflamed bud of her clitoris and sending Katy in paroxysm of delirious delight.

'Oh, fuck, of fuck, oh fuck . . .' Katy cried, squirming at the unbearable pleasure.

Marion pulled away, her cheeks shiny with Katy's juice in the flickering candlelight. She rose up standing over Katy's naked plump body. Marion shed her clothes, as Katy watched awaiting more carnality. Marion moved over Katy, smoothing her body over Katy's, her skin cool to the heat of Katy's. She bent her face plunging into the bigger woman's soft pillow like breasts, inhaling her scent, flicking her tongue on the underside of Katy's breasts tasking salty fresh sweat. Katy felt as though she was being devoured by this lithe creature and she loved being the meal. Marion nuzzled each breast, drawing in the nipples, teasingly biting them, each time eliciting a cry of delight from Katy. Then she was up again, straddling Katy's body, pale thighs against the side of Katy's breasts, squashing the fleshy orbs to create a deep slice of cleavage in Katy's chest. Marion placed a finger in the cleavage moving it upwards towards Katy's neck. She looked down at Katy the earlier position of dominance now reversed. Marion's eyes were wide and hungry and fleetingly Katy had the impression of a mouse caught in cat's claws. She noticed, Marion, unlike herself, was shaved and hairless below, the small cleavage of her labial lips a tiny echo of the vast cleavage of the breasts Marion sat astride.

Marion's finger trailed over Katy's neck arriving under her chin. 

'Taste me, Katy,' Marion instructed.

Katy gave a small nod, as Marion moved up, placing a knee either side of Katy's head. She lowered herself, her vulva directly over Katy's eager waiting open mouth.

'Taste me,' Marion hissed, her tone demanding, authoritatively. She cupped a hand under Katy's head and pulled Katy's head into her. Katy, pressed her mouth to Marion's own slippery lips, they were tight firm and surprisingly cool. Katy thrust her tongue deeply and was rewarded by Marion's hips bucking her face, so she could feel Marion's pubic bone grind on her teeth. The tangy taste of Marion's wetness filled her mouth.

'Taste me, child,' Marion said, her voice low, guttural.

Katy felt a surge of pleasure as Marion's fingers from her free hand slid into her own slick sex. Katy's mind was a mist of delirium - arousal, pleasure, alcohol, the scent of incense combined to create a sensation of swimming as though she were intoxicated by some hallucinogenic drug. Images surfaced in her fog enshrouded mind as she licked and was fucked and ridden. She saw Marion in her mind's eye, not as she was now or earlier, but gliding across a ballroom floor, her clothes archaic, her hair tied back, the image was Victorian, she image shifted again, Marion sitting on a skeletal throne, wearing clothes from another time, much earlier, a rich gown a ruff around her neck, Elizabethan style. Marion's cheeks bone white, lips blood red, she was holding something pale and Katy saw it was a skull, at her feet flesh coloured forms lay. The image fell away as though the camera lens of Katy's eye was zooming out. The forms at Marion's feet were bodies, hundreds and hundreds of naked bodies, an obscene mountain of lifeless forms. Curiously, Katy found she was not frightened -- she had a sense of having an out of body experience -- then the image faded.

Katy felt her head pushed back away from Marion's slick lips, she looked up to see Marion's piercing eyes glaring with lust and malevolence at her, as though she could read Katy's mind, as if she knew what Katy had seen. Katy sensed somehow she was being tested, as though Marion had somehow implanted the images in her mind to see how she would react. Some strand within her mind was trying to alert her to danger, but Katy, hot, aroused, wet wanted only to immerse herself in lust, she wanted to belong to the powerful sensuous woman who had seduced and now dominated her.

'More,' Katy responded.

A slight smile traced over Marion's lips, a note of triumph in the eyes. She climbed off Katy and moved to the dresser, sliding open a drawer and taking something out. Katy's eyes widened when she saw what it was.

Marion attached the strap on dildo around her hips and sauntered to the bed. Katy felt a tinge of apprehensive at the size of the black object dangling between her lovers thighs.

'Will you be mine, Katy?' Marion breathed, climbing onto bed.

'I will,' Katy said.

Marion loomed over her. 'I'm going to fuck you now, Katy.'

Katy opened her legs as Marion positioned herself. Marion guided the head of the large dildo to Katy's slick opening. The head slipped into the sensitive curtain of flesh, pushing labial lips aside as it entered remorselessly. Marion moved her hips further forward and Katy obligingly raised her thighs to meet the challenge as the huge length plunged deeper inside. Katy's body shuddered, and she wondered if she could take the whole length. Marion trailed her sharp fingernails over the swells of Katy's breasts, enhancing the already scream-inducing pleasure of being penetrated.

'Katy,' Marion whispered, as she inched further into the girl.

'Yes,' Katy managed between gulps of breath.

'I want you to call me mistress.'

'Mistress. Yes, mistress.'

Marion, withdrew partially, then thrust forward. Katy cried out, her eyes wide.

Again Marion withdrew a little then thrust forward.

Again. Again. Again.

Katy cried out each time, as Marion established a rhythm, slowly increasing the tempo fucking Katy mercilessly. Katy's breasts jiggled as each thrust was pushed home, Katy's fingers were tensed into claws that dug into the bedcovers, her toes curled as she felt the onset of orgasm approach.

Sweat and the odour of the women's love juice mixed with the scent of the candles to create a delicious smell, the slap of flesh mingled with their groans and sighs as Marion rammed home the dildo, plunging it deep and fast in Katy's voluptuous naked body with machine like repetition. Marion reached a hand under Katy's neck and pulled her up into a sitting position, so Katy was straddling her, so their breasts touched, so they could kiss.

Marion pulled Katy's face to her own kissed her savagely on the mouth, then breaking the kiss placed her lips to Katy's ear. Both women were now grinding and pushing their hips hastening the desperate momentum toward orgasm.

'Will you give yourself to me, child?' Marion whispered.

'I will, mistress' Katy grunted taking another deep thrust. She was close to coming.

'Body and soul?'

'Yes, mistress.'

'Then it is time, child,' Marion whispered.

Katy cried out as she felt Marion's mouth close on her neck, sharp fangs penetrate skin. It was a sensation of both pain and pleasure and Katy loved it. 

The orgasm hit her like tsunami, consuming her completely, her discharge making her feel tight as the dildo plunged in and out. She gasped as a second orgasm shook her body. Marion stopped fucking her, but remained in position the dildo still inside. Marion was now fixed tightly to her neck and continued to feed, gulping down mouthfuls of Katy's blood. The sensation was rhythmic and not unpleasant, the same tempo as the when Marion had fucked her. Time seemed to drift and distort and Katy began to feel giddy, her body falling limp from the orgasm and now Marion's drinking of her blood.




A Taste of Midnight



Marion broke from her feeding, her lips making a sucking sound as she pulled away Katy's neck. Katy, drowsy now noted the blood on Marion's lips - her blood.

'Don't stop, mistress,' Katy breathed.

Marion smiled, 'such a delectable thing.'

'Feed more from me, mistress,' Katy said weakly, craning her neck, exposing it to her lover.

'Suckle me, child,' Marion said.

Katy lifted one of her big breasts, an offering of flesh.

Marion stooped sucking in areola and nipple into her blood encrusted mouth. Katy sighed in pleasure then yelped as the sharp fangs penetrated skin. The pain swiftly transformed into pleasure as Marion sucked, milking Katy's breast not of lactic fluid but life blood. Katy ground her hips against Marion, ready for another fucking and Marion responded with thrusts of her hips, the dildo inside shoving against soft delicate walls of Katy's vagina. Katy felt very weak from blood loss, but with her correspondence with her growing weakness Marion grew stronger, holding her body firmly in position, doing the bulk of energetic thrusting as the effort became too much for Katy. Marion switched breasts, her fangs sinking into Katy's other blood engorged breast to feed from it like some ravenous demonic infant.

Another orgasm shook Katy's body, and she gasped with pleasure. She felt completely limp and drained now, like a rag doll in her lover's arms. The smell of her blood filled the air. She sensed death was approaching but she felt no fear, only the lingering pleasure from being fucked and fed upon. 

Marion released her breast, now smaller from blood drained from it, the skin wrinkled like a deflated balloon. Marion held the base of Katy's skull keeping her head upright, staring into Katy's dilated eyes. Katy tried to keep her eyelids open, but they felt heavy now. She felt totally empty, exhausted. Marion was saying something, she tried to focus, blinking her eyes. Marion was saying her name.

'Katy, can you hear me, child?'

Katy managed a slight nod. Marion's eyes seemed huge filling her vision.

'I've almost drained you, Katy. I want you to know you have been delicious. A truly delicious morsel. Thank you, child.'

Katy tried to reply, tried to thank her, but the words would not come, she was too weak.

'Time to sleep, child,' Marion said. She pulled Katy close and sank her fangs once more into Katy's neck. Katy felt a pleasurable sensation as though her mind was floating. There was a tugging dull pain in her heart but it did not last long and she soon drifted into a sea of velvet black darkness.

Marion withdrew her fangs from Katy's neck, and released the girl. Katy fell back on the bed, her now emaciated body limp and lifeless. There was a sucking plop sound as Marion pulled the dildo from its human vessel. She undid the straps of the sex toy and tossed it on the bed. Katy's eyes were half open, and Marion used her thumbs to open them fully. They stared sightlessly back at Marion. 'Such pretty eyes,' Marion mused. She sighed. Time to clean up. 

She pulled up one of the suitcases by the dressing table, and opened it on the floor. She carefully lifted Katy's body and placed it inside, the limbs still pliant before the onset of rigor mortis, though Katy's head stubbornly would not bend enough to go in. Marion snapped Katy's neck and pushed the head down then closed and sealed the suitcase and returned it beside the other which contained the body of the prostitute she had fed on the night before.

She went through Katy's jacket pulling out her purse and scanning through the contents, she found the one she wanted, Katy's driving license, removed it and slipped inside her collector's book. It was one of hundreds.

Marion carefully closed the book and slipped it under the bed.



A Taste of Mint



"Guys, this is my best friend Mint," Carol giggled, pushing the young woman beside her towards the small group of young men. The woman blushed, looking down as one hand caught her other elbow, making her look younger and innocent. Then she looked up and smiled.

Interest peaked; one of the men stepped forward. "Did Carol say your name was Mint?" he asked, holding out a hand. The woman took it with another smile, her blond hair slipping free of the hair clip and shading her face. He caught a glimpse of eyes of an intriguing shade of violet before she looked down again.

"Yes," she answered, shaking his hand lightly. He kept a light grip on her hand until she looked up into his face.

"My name's Trace," he smiled then gestured over his shoulder, "They're Drew, Russell, and Harry." She glanced at each man, still blushing, her eyes wide. She licked her lips lightly and Trace's eyes tracked the pink tip. He felt his groin tighten, images of those lips wrapped around his cock filling his mind. Her eyes flicked up to his and he saw them darken. Then she looked down.

"Nice to meet you," she murmured. Trace gestured to Carol with his head. She had some explaining to do. 

"Stay right here a minute and I'll get you a drink," he said to Mint. He stepped to one side with Carol. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Russell and Drew chatting with Mint. She seemed almost painfully shy and the two men teased her lightly. Her eyes kept wandering back to him. He nearly groaned when she caught her bottom lip in her teeth.

"What?" Carol hissed, her eyes roaming the party. She'd come for one purpose - to show her ex that she didn't need him. She knew Matt was here, just not where. She was sure he was with some giggling blond or two.

"Don't you think it's a little dangerous bringing her here?" Trace hissed back. Mint seemed so...innocent; he imagined it would take ten minutes before one of the frat guys had her drunk. After that, it would be like a feeding frenzy.

"Mint's not like she seems," Carol answered, her attention still on the other partygoers. Mint was new to her apartment complex, but had invited Carol to a wicked party last weekend. Carol knew Mint would fit right in.

"She seems like a lamb among wolves," Trace said, his eyes still on Mint. Carol finally focused on his face and laughed.

"You're smitten," she laughed again, poking him in the chest, "I assure you Mint doesn't need your protection." She looked him up and down. "But you might be her type. How low do you hang?" Trace colored at the crude question and Carol laughed once more, spotting the person she was looking for. "Just don't let her fool you. She's more like this crowd than you'd think." She sailed away, leaving him staring after her.

He heard the laugh first, light, teasing, sexual. He turned and saw Mint laughing with Russell. He felt his gut tighten at the image - she was slender, graceful, and totally captivating. She was as tall as his chin, her blond hair straight and long, swirling around her as she talked. Her manner was totally different than just minutes ago. Her hand lightly rested on Russell's shoulder as she leaned in to hear something he said. She laughed again and brushed her mouth over his. Trace felt the green tint of jealousy as he sauntered back over.

"You seem to be having a good time," he commented. Russell flushed, licking his lips and looking guilty. Mint looked amused. Just then Laura, Russell's girlfriend, appeared, snagging his arm. He flushed even more. Laura pulled him away with a wink and then it was just Trace and Mint. She turned her dark eyes on him and he saw something in them that had his cock swelling.

"Did Carol warn you about me?" she asked, smiling. He found her beautiful when she smiled. Attraction, increasingly sexual, built within him. Mint's hand took his and lifted it. She drew a pattern lightly with her finger on his palm and he felt heat arrow straight to his groin. She blew lightly on his palm and his cock strained against his jeans.

"Why would she warn me?" he asked, his voice husky. He didn't know what she was doing, but whatever it was made him hot. She simply smiled again and took his arm, sliding hers through his. He smelled vanilla and spice and something more, something enticing.

"Let's take a walk outside," she murmured. Her breath was warm on his neck and his caught as she gave his throat a quick lick.

"Sure," Trace answered, confused between the initial image of an innocent and the strange seductive woman now. He led her through the mob and towards the back of the house. When they stepped out onto the patio, the night air was cool. A few people were on the patio, lounging in chairs with beers or grouped around a table playing poker. Mint drew him towards the edge of the patio and the yard. She smiled at him, promises in her eyes.

"Mint's an interesting name," he commented as they sat on the stone wall surrounding the patio. He needed to steer things to safer ground before he gave in and kissed her. Or fucked her.

"I'll tell you a secret," she murmured, leaning close to his ear. He fought a shiver as her breath tickled him. "It's because I'm so tasty." Her tongue flicked over his earlobe before she pulled away.

All the blood in his head drained to his groin. "Excuse me?" he managed.

Mint leaned back, tipping her face up to the night sky. "I love this time of year," she said lightly, "With that slight chill that makes you feel so alive." She ran her hands over her body before laying them lightly on the wall again. He couldn't help but watch - and notice her tight nipples, her flat tummy, the curve of her hips under the light material of her dress. He had an instant desire to run his hands over her as well.

"You're not the shy girl you were playing at, are you?" Trace said, trying to reconcile the woman he'd met with the one who sat next to him. This one was much more intriguing.

"Sure I am. I hate to meet new people," she glanced at him, smiled, "But a few minutes talking usually loosens me up." She licked her lips again as if savoring something.

"We haven't talked a few minutes," he pointed out. He felt uncomfortable with her, something totally at odds with his usual manner. But the discomfort didn't extend to his cock, which was at full mast and eager to fuck.

"You talked to Carol about me," she said lightly, running her fingers down his arm. He felt a tingle. "You were worried about me. That impressed me."

"And made you trust me?" he asked tightly, "After all, you're sharing secrets." He wondered if she tasted like mint or if she was just tasty. His mouth watered at the thought.

Mint laughed. "My mother named me for the herb she smelled when she gave birth. She was a hippy," she explained, "My first lover said it was so suitable because I was so tasty." She leaned her head on his shoulder, her fingers playing idly with his. "Others have agreed." The night seemed to surround them. "It's not particularly secret, if you catch my drift."

"You're not as innocent as you look," he stated. He was grateful for that - this attraction was much more likely to lead to sex. And sex was topmost in his mind at the moment.

"Men like young and innocent girls," she answered, shifting her head, her breath warm in his ear, "It makes them feel strong and powerful." He could understand that. "Some, like you, want to protect, to take care of me." She slid a hand under his shirt and his belly clenched. "Some just want to overpower, to take greedily, to devour." Her finger tips slid under the waistband of his jeans and he held himself stiffly. His cock was throbbing and her fingers were less than an inch away, fondling his hot skin.

"You sound..." he started, and then made a strangled sound as her fingers flipped open the first button of his jeans.

"Experienced?" she murmured, licking a little circle just below his ear. "Think of me as free," she said, biting his earlobe lightly, "To you. Tonight."

"Why?" he managed, finding it hard to think over the heating of his body. His last coherent thought was why was he arguing here? She was offering herself to him. He should be thanking her. On his knees. As he licked her pussy.

"Why not?" she laughed lightly, her fingers flipping open the second button. He flinched, his eyes searching for anyone watching and she laughed again. "My, my. Commando..." Her fingers stroked his cock head.

Trace clenched his jaw around the groan. He couldn't believe....who cared? She was offering and he wanted. The only thing was they couldn't do this here. "Let me take you..." Where? Home? His car? Anywhere but here on the patio. Although, he could see her on her knees before him, her head lowering...

"I'd hoped you would," she murmured, licking his ear as her fingers slid under the denim to explore his shaft. He couldn't hold back the groan this time, his cock surging against her hand as he swelled even more with arousal. She sucked his earlobe as her thumb rubbed the slit of his head until he was slick. "I want to feel this inside me," she whispered.

He was going to come in a second and embarrass himself. He had to get her someplace private so he could sate this need. "Not here." He finally ground it out between clenched teeth. She laughed again. She got up and took his hands, drawing him to his feet, keeping her body between him and any curious eyes. His shirt hung low enough to tent over his rigid penis. She smiled, stepping close to kiss him and rub herself against him. He groaned again. Then she drew him out into the dark yard.

"I love the dark, the cool grass..." She kicked off her sandals as she let him into the gloom. He glanced back, but could only see the glow of the house lights as they moved to the edge of the trees. No one had followed. She drew him into a secluded area, the grass beneath their feet as thick and soft as a carpet. The noise from the party seemed muted, even though it was just up the yard. "I have another secret for you," she said softly as she stepped close to him. They were surrounded in darkness, out of sight of the party, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. His body burned with need. As his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he saw her before him. His mouth went dry at the way she seemed to shimmer.

Trace reached for her, caught her arm, and slid his hands to cup her face. His mouth came down on hers in a hungry kiss. "Yes," she murmured, sliding her body against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her skin was soft, smooth, hot under his hands as he stroked her arms, her bare back. She murmured something he couldn't catch into his neck as she laved his skin with her tongue. All he could think was that he wanted to taste her.

"What secret?" he murmured, sliding his hands down to grasp the edge of her skirt. He slid his hands underneath as she lifted up to her toes to whisper in his ear. He wanted to touch her, tease her, as she'd done him.

"I'm not wearing anything underneath my dress," she laughed softly. His hands suddenly cupped her ass, pulling her tight against him. His fingers trembled against her as he slid a hand down her ass until he touched her wet hole. She shivered, nipping lightly at his throat. "I want you," she purred, rocking her hips against his cock.

He couldn't do anything but groan as his cock ached, his hips jerking while he fingered her, feeling how slick and ready she was. "Oh, yes," he growled, burying his face in her neck. He suckled her skin, tasting this incredible sweetness, even as he felt her blood pulse beneath.

"Now," she moaned, sliding her fingers into his hair as she rubbed her body against his. "I want you inside me now."

His cock jerked at that and she slipped a hand between them to grasp him firmly. He groaned as she pumped his shaft. "So big," she said, "You'll feel good fucking me." She smiled in the dark.

"I want to taste..." he started, wanting to know if her juices were as sweet as her skin. His skin burned, his body throbbed, his mouth was dry and he thirsted for her.

"Later," she murmured, her hand still stroking his cock. She heard his breath catch and knew his release was close. Her hand shifted, her thumb pressing the spot, the bulge, to still his eruption. It was time, she thought, looking up at the night sky. Just then the clouds parted and the moon came out, a thin sliver shining a pale light over the grass. Mint stepped back from him and peeled her dress over her head, her pale nakedness glowing in the moonlight. Trace's mouth went dry as his eyes skimmed her full high breasts, her slender hips, her shadowed cleft. 

Then she turned and dropped to her hands and knees. "I need you, lover," she said, looking up at him over her shoulder. She shook her head and her hair skimmed her back, sliding over her shoulders. Her bare ass, tight and toned, teased him as he peeled off his shirt and dropped to his knees.

"Yes," he groaned, shoving his jeans down to free himself. His cock was fully erect, thick and hard, as he rubbed it against the crack of her ass, hearing her whimper. He could smell her arousal and it added to his lust. He leaned over her, nipping her shoulder, and she shivered, grinding her ass against him.

"Fuck me, Trace, fuck me now," she moaned. Her hips wiggled as she rubbed against his shaft. His head slipped and fit against her wet hole and he felt the heat of her. It was all he could do not to thrust.

"Condom..." he groaned, suddenly fumbling for his pockets. Although, he wasn't sure he could get the damn thing on and not come...

Mint twisted suddenly, catching his hands as she fell on her back. She spread her legs before him, her naked body glowing beneath him. "There is no need," she growled then pressed open mouthed kisses to each palm before letting them go, "I want you...only you...inside me. I want to feel your cock slide hot and raw against my pussy." She slid her hands over her breasts, down between her thighs, to spread her folds for him. She glistened in the moonlight, ripe and ready.

He stared at her, hesitating only a fraction of a second before caving in to his need. With a groan, he took his shaft in hand and guided his head to her opening. She whimpered as his tip brushed her swollen folds and he bit back a moan of his own as he fit his head against her, feeling the slickness, the heat. She shuddered and he felt her juices envelope him as he pushed against her. She was so tight, his cock strained against her until she gasped. He surged deeper as she arched with a cry, clutching his shoulders, and his cock was squeezed by her inner muscles. He humped his hips against hers, burrowing his cock into her core, inching closer. His jaw clenched, sweat broke out on his forehead, his chest as he worked his thick penis inside her.

Heat enveloped him and her pussy grasped him tightly as he groaned with pleasure. He felt her body stretch and strain to hold him as she curled her legs at his waist. He drew back, thrust again, driving hard enough to bury himself with a single stroke. She gasped and bucked and he thrust again. "Yes, Trace," she moaned, "such a nice big cock..." Her nails scored his back as she clung to him, writhing as he moved inside her. "Give me more..." she gasped, her hands shifting lower as she wrapped her legs tighter around his hips. Trace pumped harder, faster into her hole, eagerly taking what she offered. 

"Damn, baby," he hissed through clenched teeth, his groin slapping the back of her thighs as he pistoned in and out. She was ripe, slick, her body eagerly pressing to his with every stroke. He lowered his mouth to her breasts, tasting, teasing, savoring the spicy taste of her. He couldn't identify the flavors; all he knew was he craved more.

"I want the beast in you," she panted, suddenly pushing at his shoulders, pushing him away. He pulled away, panting himself, his lust throbbing in his entire body. His cock bobbed, glistening in the dim light and he watched her lick her lips as she sat up, her eyes on his penis. "You'd taste so good right now..." His erection swelled even more as his desire surged. "No! I want to be fucked by Trace the beast," she growled. She rolled back onto her hands and knees, tilting her ass up as she lowered her shoulders, the age old position of primal sex. "Fuck me, beast."

Trace couldn't think, couldn't do anything but slide his hands over her bare ass and plunge his cock deep into her hole. The angle made it even easier to bury himself to the hilt and he groaned, gripping her hips and giving in to his lust. She bit back a cry as he pounded her pussy, fucking her hard and fast. He grunted as his cock head slammed her core, his balls slapping her clit and his fingers tightened as he pulled back only far enough to thrust again. Her body shook with the piston motion of his hips. Her hands fisted in the grass as she pressed back to meet each stroke, whimpering in need. His vision hazed as he felt his groin tighten, his balls clench. 

"I'm going to..." he groaned, unable to stop, curling an arm around her waist as he buried his face in her hair, his hips pumping. He felt himself swell with release and clenched his jaw.

"Come for me, Trace," she whimpered, "Spill your animal seed inside me. Give it to me." The sound of it was so erotic, he groaned again. His hips slapped hers as he continued to thrust as long as he could. She was shivering, her pussy tightening around him even as he swelled, pain and pleasure twining inside him.

It was over in an instant and yet it seemed like hours as he thrust deep and erupted. He bit her shoulder, holding in his roar of pleasure as his cock pulsed and spurted again and again. She shook beneath him, her inner muscles spasming around him, gripping him like greedy fingers. "Oh, yes..." she panted, grinding her ass back against his groin and rocking it to milk his orgasm. He was breathless as he emptied into her, collapsing onto her on the damp cold grass. He couldn't think, couldn't move, he was so spent.

Limp, numb, he didn't protest as she shifted beneath him, as she rolled him to his back and straddled him. She leaned over him, her eyes glowing now. She lowered her head to his throat and he groaned as she laved his damp skin. "So good," she murmured. Then she bit him and he gasped, his body bucking under hers, as she began to feast...



A Taste of Musk



We may not see them, but our world in the not-too-distant future is shared with a race of humanoid cats. They call themselves "The People" and look down on us, the apekin. This is a glimpse into their world, where an alpha female head each household and there may be a group of "housemales" who serve her every need. 

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Keel's professional activities as photographer and actor continued to allow him to mix with a wide variety of apekin. They longed for his touch, shivering with delight as he moulded them into the required pose. Nothing was too outlandish or obscure for them in their effort to please him and be rewarded by one of his flashing smiles or a warm nuzzle from his lips. They posed however he suggested, finding themselves spreading limbs or touching themselves intimately without being asked. 

The results, either still or moving pictures were seen as the height of artistic endeavour. Collectors paid huge amounts of money for the limited editions he produced.

Eleuthemia encouraged him, converting one of the old carriage houses into a secluded studio where he could work with his favourite models. He began to throw discrete parties where he and other housemales would entertain apekin women. These fortunate females were never entirely sure what they remembered about the long evenings before they returned to their own abodes, but they knew their bodies felt wonderful and they would give anything to be invited again.

Word of mouth spread fast. Artists from all walks of life were soon vying for invitations to the now, much larger soirees Eleuthemia hosted in the main house. The four alphas shone in the illustrious company like jewels in a sea of formality drawing both great and good from many different spheres together.

Those deemed suitable were allowed into a secure inner sanctum, where they were introduced to the delights of sensual massage and savouring musk from Keel's neck glands. 

The other great houses were appalled by this fraternisation with the apekin, but they could not deny El's extensive business network and the strength of her influence amongst both races. She also used these events to seek out strays of the People lost and isolated amongst the apekin. Many worked in highly respected and sensitive positions of both industry and politics, never able to show their true selves, forever isolated outcasts from their real communities.

El offered these strays a safe place to discover their true nature, hoping to extend the power and influence of the House of Rohke by their gratitude.

It was usual at these events for Keel to be accompanied by Gahd or Clay in the "inner sanctum", while Saunh and Shade accompanied their alphas in the main gathering, but tonight El was holding court with Nuin on her arm.

"He needs to get over his fear of the apekin," Eleuthemia explained to Saunh as they finished dressing. "You're used to their smell now and it doesn't worry you. Think of it as a change of environment. It will do you good to play with the apekin females for a change. You never know..." her eyes twinkled at him, "one of them might even ask for a taste of your seed as well as your musk."

Saunh growled, wishing he could change into his older form and lash his tale, but no-one would be changing tonight, it was strictly forbidden. 

"You want me to allow arousal?" This was something else the males normally eschewed around the apekin. Their job was to pamper women, not have their own needs seen to.

His mate leaned forwards and licked his earlobe. "You may be surprised, my dear one. One never knows who will enter our house tonight."

Saunh felt hairs on the back of his neck rise in both shock and anticipation. El did not usually tease him in this way, but when she did, she usually had a very good reason. He cast his mind back through all the invitations. Every person attending tonight had been checked and vetted as far as his extensive security connections allowed. 

There was the usual mix of models, actors, musicians, artists alongside heads of industry and various elite research establishments. All of them, bar two male strays already identified, bore perfect human credentials. Sophie would take care of the males, with Shade in attendance to make sure they did not disgrace themselves. 

Saunh sighed. Human females were pleasant enough companions to play with for a while, but they did nothing for his senses. Their puny nails left no scars upon his skin and their teeth were blunt. He could not remember one apekin female ever trying to bite him; they were usually too engrossed in licking his musk gland dry. Few of them could even encourage him to relax and really let his musk flow, so he often ended up with a sore neck.

The evening followed the usual format. Guests were greeted with a selection of drinks before moving into four groups to engage in witty conversation over an elegant meal. A string quartet played quietly in the Great Hall, encouraging people to dance sedately after their meal or continue their networking. 

Eventually, Saunh saw Keel slip from the main crowd with his closest followers, whilst Gahd rounded up those women who were to be introduced to the delights of musk for the first time. 

There were only seven women in the lavishly comfortable inner room when Saunh entered. Keel was flirting with several women sitting on oversized cushions on the floor simultaneously, smiling his dazzling smile which, combined with the intensity of his gaze, was enough to set their hearts racing. Gadh was lounging on a low settee talking softly to the noviciates - a small group of three - asking them about work, interests, boyfriends, what happened to make them aroused. 

None of these women were innocents. All showed fondness for stimulating sexual encounters. Keel usually monitored their pulse and heart rate if they worked together in any setting and some invited him to more intimate settings where he could assess their capacity for arousal personally. 

Now he moved amongst them all, touching those who had been before, intimately, yet fleetingly - so as not to disturb the newcomers, but enough to make them fidget and wish for attention, which Gadh was adept at supplying. Even the most humble and damaged of El's housemales could exude sufficient pheromones to make him irresistible to women.

Saunh helped himself to a glass of fragrant tea from a silver samovar on the refreshment table when he noticed one woman sitting very quietly by herself opposite the secret doorway. She appeared to be hiding behind a long drape. Despite the subdued lighting, Saunh could see her luminous eyes taking everything in. He poured another glass of tea and took it over to her, smiling with quiet confidence and strength.

"You're all alone. Is everything alright?"

"Yes, thank you." She accepted the tea from him gracefully, flicking her long chestnut hair over her shoulder. "Don't let me take you away from your other guests."

Saunh sipped his tea and settled himself on a cushion beside her. He looked around the room to the cluster of women fawning over Keel and the others evidently discussing all the males present in great detail.

"The other guests seem content without me, so I'd be happy to sit with you for a little while - if I may?" The woman smiled, flashing perfect, white teeth in a generous mouth. "I'm Saunh, by the way. Keel and I work for the same employer."

His companion raised her glass, surreptitiously sniffing the liquid before tasting it. Saunh felt his senses sharpen. This was not normal apekin behaviour, yet she bore no markings of the People at all...at least none he could see. She wore a lilac shiffon dress with wide straps holding it up on perfect alabaster shoulders. A lilac scarf was thrown across her neck. Saunh strained to see if the scarf hid any markings underneath it but the light was too dim and his companion was talking to him.

"I've seen Keel's pictures on all the billboards in Rochester, they're amazing. I never thought I'd be so close to him like this. It was such a surprise to receive an invitation to the party tonight. I would never have dreamed anyone would invite someone like me."

"I didn't think I remembered seeing you here before," he paused, seeming to casually scent the air. "No. I would have remembered."

She smiled at him, "I shouldn't really be in this room. I was looking for a breath of fresh air and the hostess pointed me in this direction. I must have lost my bearings."

"No, if El suggested you come here, she'd have been clear about directions." He smiled, "This is where people can... relax. Completely." 

Just at this point, one of the other women took Keel's hand in hers. She sat in front of him licking his palm very slowly whilst smiling at the woman sitting next to her.

The woman in the purple dress shivered, her whole body moving as a muffled gasp escaped from her mouth.

"As I said - people like to relax."

The woman tore her eyes from the scene at the other end of the room. Both Keel's arms were now gently extended and three women crouched over him, licking his wrists, palms and forearms.

"Forgive me, I've been very rude. I'm Ilsair."

Saunh smiled, extending his hand close enough to hers so she could either grasp it, or bend her mouth to it as he watched her golden eyes. "I'm delighted to meet you, Ilsair."

"Why are they doing that? They're not ..." She stopped, embarrassed, touching her hand to his. 

Saunh kept perfectly still, not grasping her hand, but accepting her touch. "Are you shocked by them?" He let his fingers curve and brush into her palm.

She frowned, "No, it just doesn't seem right somehow, but I don't know why."

Saunh's fingers stroked her wrist - the pale inner skin. He saw her nostrils flaring as if she were searching for a scent. He slid closer, only now letting his hand enclose her wrist.

"They're just renewing their acquaintance with Keel. See?" Across the room, a woman who had been seated rose, going to Keel, moving as though she was going to kiss his cheek. Instead, she slid past his cheek; clearly pulling down the collar of the loose shirt he was wearing, to lick his neck. 

Ilsair gave a long sigh, relaxing against the cushion, "At least she knows what to do."

Saunh leaned closer, turning his head slowly, working the gland on that side of his neck. Something about her intrigued him and already he could feel his musk starting to stir.

"Have you decided yet whether it's right or wrong?" Keel's shirt was completely open now. Half a dozen women sucked on his torso, neck, and arms, while others began to lick and lap at each other.

"There is no point licking a hand or arm in greeting," Ilsair blurted out, "there is nothing there. That is what I meant." 

Saunh's eyes glinted. "Then where, Ilsair, where should you lick?" He released her hand. "Show me." 

From the other side of the room came sounds of quiet groaning. Ilsair leaned closer to him and began to lick his neck with small, swift strokes, her tongue long and surprisingly strong.

"Hmnmmnhmnm," Saunh sighed his pleasure, "very sweet." He turned his head, letting her find her way to the gland.

In the background Keel was growling, almost completely covered with heads and bodies. Gadh was receiving his share of attention, but he was not too engaged to miss Saunh's signal. In a moment his hand reached out to press a hidden switch on the wooden panelling. With a soft hiss, a dividing wall slid into place allowing Saunh and his companion complete privacy.

Saunh relaxed as he felt Ilsair's tongue search around the gland, before pressing and curling as the first musk drops appeared.

"Drink it," he sighed, "swallow."

Ilsair brought her tongue into her mouth, savouring the flavour. "Is this right? Is this what should be done?"

Saunh brushed his fingers down the slope of her breast, into the halter of her evening gown. His voice was husky, "Does it taste right?" he asked as his fingers trapped her nipple, his precisely trimmed nails holding the bud of her breast as he felt it respond to his touch.

"I have never tasted anything like it before," Ilsair murmured, her eyes lifting to gaze into his, "but I should like to continue."

"Taste it again," he ordered, "suck, suck hard."

A whimper escaped from Ilsair's throat as she moved closer to him, closing her mouth over the gland and sucking. Saunh flexed his body against her, pressing his shoulder into her, driving the gland into her mouth.

A rumble started in Ilsair's chest. Saunh heard the tremor building within her, his pupils dilating, darkening his gaze.

"I want you," Ilsair growled.

Saunh smiled, allowing his sharp teeth to gleam in the soft lighting. He pulled his shirt down off the shoulder, tugging it so hard the fabric shredded.

"There are other tastes," he said, raising the freed arm, "taste and lick here."

The woman's mouth curled, almost snarling at him as she bent to lick and taste the new gland he offered her. Saunh saw her bared teeth, glorying in the surge of arousal running through him. He carefully unwound the chiffon scarf from her neck and saw the familiar dark patch of skin indicating she was, indeed one of the People. 

He remembered El's words to him earlier, almost laughing at her secret. She had known who Ilsair was before she even arrived.

"You are not lost, Ilsair," he murmured softly, trapping her face in his armpit as her strong tongue send shivers through him. "El sent you here. She saw you and knew you. Lick."

Ilsair pushed in deeply, nipping the soft tissue of the gland to make the musk flow stronger. This was a different taste altogether. The musk of his neck had been sweet, warming the depths of her stomach, giving her courage to continue this strange courtship, but the musk under his arm made her head swim and her pulses race. She could not get enough of it. She felt the flimsy material of her dress disappear as Saunh's strong hands clawed it away.

"She has given you to me?"

"I am yours until she calls my name, then I go to her feet."

Ilsair nodded, "but until then I can taste you..."

Saunh caught her gaze. "Draw down these," he indicated his trousers, "there are more flavours and I wish to please El by pleasing you." 

He could feel her warm breath on his skin as she undid the waist fastenings and slid the material down his legs and away. He knew she would be able to see the glands in his groin glistening, weeping musk openly either side of his thick shaft which grew clearly out of his furred sheath.

"You are so beautiful!" she breathed, her fingers stroking his fur.

"El's gift to you...." he writhed, "Taste the musk from each side. It is slightly sharper on the left but sweeter and more heavily spiced on the right."

He held his breath as her head bent over him, her long chestnut hair hiding his groin, then curled slightly in delight as he felt her tongue moving to the left groin first, pressing and scooping. He mewled in a mixture of sensual delight as his lungs gasped for air, panting as her lips kissed the inside of his thigh before going deeper into his groin. As if in response, his thighs splayed wide for her.

Ilsair laid her head on his thigh as she brushed the hair from her face, licking her lips. "You are such a wonderful gift." She slid to his right groin, slurping and licking, a deep purring rumble sounding in her chest and reverberating within him.

"Do you know what you feel?" Saunh's breathing was ragged, the words panted. "You feel a deep hunger, a cavernous need. Take ambre from me." 

He sank onto his side as he changed into his older form. He did not know whether the sight of his tail and fur would repulse her or wake something primeval inside her. He knew she needed amber. It was the crucial essence required for both male and female to achieve sexual maturity. The gland itself was hidden unless the tail was free, which was what made Saunh take the fateful step of changing in front of this unknown female.

He did not look at Ilsair, but he heard her long, drawn out sigh and felt her slender fingers gently grasp his tail and stroke downwards towards the ambre gland at the base. Like an adolescent kit, Saunh felt golden liquid leak over his rump, staining his pelt. Her fingers caught the thick, oily droplets. Saunh raised his head to look at her, saw her studying her fingers and knew she would be drawn to taste it for herself.

"You have needed this," he rumbled, his voice panting in time with the deep purrs emanating from his chest. Ilsair brought her fingers to her nose and sniffed. He watched her whole body shudder as she reacted to the delicate aroma. Her first lick was tentative, then she sucked her fingers greedily until the fire of the amber hit the back of her throat and she coughed and spluttered. 

"Come, taste it from me," he encouraged her, his tail lazily curling around her body, drawing her down towards the gland.

Ilsair placed both her hands on his back, her nails sticking into his skin through the fur. Her eyes were glazed as she lowered her mouth and sucked on the amber gland, mewling as the fiery liquid burned its way down into her stomach.

Saunh turned onto his front, arching his back as he hissed, "More! You... neeed... MORE!" He thrust his rear at her face, grinding softly against her mouth. "Feel it, feel it burning in you, the fire waking you. Ahhhhh yessssss."

Ilsair lifted her mouth, then sank her teeth into his rump. He could feel sharp edges ripping his skin, twisting against her bite, growling at her as a rough tongue laved the wound, deliberately irritating it. 

"Again," he howled, "claw me, claw meeeeeee."

As if in answer, he felt her bite again near the original site, wiping her amber- coated lips on the wound, her fingernails clawing down his back.

"Not like that!" Saunh's voice was scornful, "claw me deeply." He turned to gaze at her, his eyes burning. "Use your claws. You know they are there. Not those puny things at the end of your fingers, show me your power. This is why El gave me to you, to Bring You Forth."

"Roll on your back." Ilsair hissed at him, her face taunt with concentration. His voice seemed to taunt her, even as he complied, looking up at her as he lay, spread-eagled before her.

"Take me," he growled.

A smile lit Ilsair's face in the soft darkness. "I intend to, Saunh, truly I do."

She bent her head to nuzzle at his furred sheath with her mouth, nudging the orange musk onto the fur. Saunh groaned, arching his spine so his hips lifted to meet her, then shuddered as the bite of the musk enflamed him. He felt the cold sharpness of her claws as she dug them into the sensitive flesh of his thighs and he screamed.

"Is this what you wanted?" Her voice was soft at his ear.

"Yessssssss," he hissed as she licked his lips, his head questing blindly for her mouth. Instead, his lips brushed against her neck gland. His mouth opened and his tongue lapped powerfully from the musk-laden skin, wincing and shuddering in pleasure as he felt her claws in his flesh, then feeling the pain recede as he swallowed the fresh, new musk.

"First Musk" he whispered, "I am honoured indeed."

Ilsair slid her body over his, raking him with her claws to leave a red trail on his skin. He did not flinch or try to protect himself from her wounds. He seemed to groan and purr simultaneously.

"You are so open for me," she murmured.

"I am Yours," It was all Saunh could do to whisper the words, "I was given to help You Become, to see what has been hidden."

She purred loudly, now clawing down his chest, spraying musk on the marks as she slid downwards."

"Gahhhhh!" Saunh groaned as the new pain took him further down into his special place, a place only Eleuthemia had ever drawn him to before.

"You asked to be clawed."




A Taste of Musk



"Yes, Ilsair, th-thank you." His chest heaved, perspiration beading on his brow and neck as he fought to remain conscious. He was very much aware of her touch as she returned to lick his groin.

"You taste so sweet - the mix of blood and musk." She rubbed his extended shaft with her cheek. "Will your seed also taste as sweet?"

Saunh twisted, writhing under her. His breath caught in his throat as he heard her words. "I am commanded to give whatever you need" 

Ilsair rumbled loudly in response and he trembled. It was almost too much when she licked the very end of his shaft. His entire body shuddered, his whine deepening into a prolonged yowling growl. 

"Do ....you wish ....to taste my.. cum?" he panted. "Command me when you wish it."

Like a child with a lollipop, Ilsair lent down to lick his chin. "I shall taste," she murmured, "but it seems a shame to waste what you have, don't you think?"

With deep, shuddering breaths, Saunh felt Ilsair slide down the length of his body, trapping his shaft inside her dark, warm cavern. Up and down she slid, using the weeping glands in her groin to ease her passage. Each time she came in reach of his face, her long tongue washed a sticky streak into his skin.

"You asked me to take what I need," she purred at him, "I take you."

Saunh panted his assent, his voice deserted him, his jaw tense as he fought to stay his final release with every ounce of control left to him.

"I will taste your cum as it drips from me."

Her strong muscles squeezed his shaft, making him thrust into her, a guttural sigh his only sound. He did not see her head bend, did not see her fangs gleam, but he felt her bite deeply into his shoulder.

"Neeeeeed," he whined, his voice pleading.

Ilsair sat up, blood dripping from either side of her mouth. "Fill me." She squeezed him once again and he spasmed, crying loudly as he spilled his seed into her. Teeth bared, he rose and fell beneath her, jerking and shaking as her grip milked him, drained him. Her growl gradually changed to a deep purr as he felt her sink on top of him and then, as his breathing slowly returned to normal, she slid gracefully onto the silk cushions by his side.

Saunh felt the air in the room change, but he was too exhausted to open his eyes to see who joined them. His body was once more in its younger form, only the pink scars on his inner thighs and chests bore witness to their wild mating. He felt a familiar tongue lick over the bite wound on his shoulder. His eyes flickered.

"My Lady....." he started but she shushed him, drawing a smooth silk throw over his naked body. 

"Rest, dear one," she kissed him lightly on his brow. "Sleep now, your work is done."

Eleuthemia looked over to where Ilsair was putting on her robe and running a comb through her long hair. Her eyes sparkled.

"Welcome to the House of Rohke, Ilsaerema. When you are ready, we have much to discuss."