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Fever Dream

By: Janus895



I toss and turn restlessly, unable to find comfort within the clammy embrace of my rumpled and sweat soaked bedding. Neither fully awake nor totally lost in sleep, my vision of the room around me glimpsed through half open eyes is strange; distorted; almost nightmarish in the alien view of what should be familiar and welcoming everyday objects that I have cherished for many years now. Fragments of events drift in and out of my disoriented memory unbidden, like dislocated scenes that might or might not be real. A misty figure bending close, the unexpected chill of something metal resting fleetingly upon the bared skin of my chest. Muffled voices, only half heard as if from some great distance. Random words clutched at like straws, but only partly comprehended: "fever", "keep her comfortable", "plenty of fluid", "nothing to worry about", "check back in a day or two". All meaningless. Nothing of concern to me.

Then, for what might be a timeless time, the world grows pitch black and I find myself surrendering to the respite of oblivion. No sounds. No sight. No sensation. Then the rain begins to fall.

It begins as the lightest of droplets gently impacting upon the hot and furrowed skin of my brow. But it's enough to summon me back from the silent darkness of the void through which I've been traveling. My eyes still closed against the world outside of myself, I finally begin to realize that the rain isn't really rain at all. The realization blossoms when I detect the sodden coarseness of the cloth against my skin as it gingerly journeys across my brow, down to my cheek and then pauses cool and comfortingly at my neck, as if unsure whether or not its wandering should continue any further.

It's then that once more I almost lose myself again to the jealous darkness. But at the final moment the darkness is frustrated by my fragmented attention being drawn to the sudden, dimly perceived, feeling of exposure as the encumbering, dampness of the blankets that had been covering me seemingly cease to exist. My addled consciousness is still attempting to come to terms with the puzzle when the awkward, hesitant motion of my nightgown being lifted from its mantle over my limp and weakened body merely adds to my confusion. I decide to open my eyes, try and make sense of why and by who I've been reduced to total nakedness. But then the pleasure hits my unprepared body like a speeding truck, banishing all thoughts of answers from my sleepwalking mind.

At first I fool myself into believing that it's merely the comforting dampness of the light touch of the wet cloth encircling my left breast, stimulating and exciting me despite myself. But that notion is dispelled by the sheer unadulterated erotic frisson generated within me as the urgent suction generated by the warm and softly breathing mouth clamped to my breast steadily draws my now erect and unresisting nipple into its waiting depths. Electrified, the quietest of gasps escapes my dry and slightly parted lips as my trembling, fever wreaked body, arches slightly in automatic response to the deftly nibbling teeth and casually flicking tongue feasting uninvited - but not unwelcome - upon my now heaving tit. I could be content to remain this way for eternity, savoring the delight of being feasted on; but eternity is only relative, and delight can be expanded into ecstasy given the right circumstances. These were the right circumstances.

Eyes still closed against the sight of my unknown pleasure-giver, and too weak to do more than lie quietly and eagerly accept the experience, my skin tingles with a lust fueled static charge as the unseen lips and tongue depart from my breast and begin a light, saliva trailed trek down my yielding, appreciative body. Although weak and unsure of the reality of what's happening to me, nevertheless I manage to retain enough intelligence to anticipate their intended destination. So I breathlessly command my legs to part to their fullest extent, allowing unrestricted access to my increasingly moist and now fully exposed pussy.

"Fuck me," I hear a harsh, grating and unfamiliar voice whisper softly. "Do it now, for god's sake...it's ready for you." With more than a little surprise, I realize that the voice belongs to me.

It's then that words fail me utterly as my swollen clit and open pussy succumb to the unrestrained, near frenzied, combined onslaught of hungrily sucking lips, nipping, lightly biting teeth, flickeringly darting tongue and probing, plunging fingers. More than eager and partly able to escalate the experience, my clumsy fingers pull and pinch at my tender nipples and roughly kneed my tits while my hips bucks wildly up in metronomic time to my still unseen lover's predatory ministrations.

"Fuck Me! Fuck Me! OH GOD! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!" The unnaturally strange voice that belongs to me, but isn't really mine, screams repeatedly with each and every new sensory overload that accompanies the willingly invited violation of my now relentlessly contracting pussy.

Then, reacting instinctively to the sudden unanticipated insertion of an n arrow straight finger deep into my unprepared ass, the already weakened dam breaks. The final, animalistic convulsion of my liquid spurting climax snaps the final vestiges of my meager strength. And with one last satisfied murmur of contentment, I open my mental arms and allow myself to be dragged unresisting - but now weakly contented - back into the waiting embrace of the ever waiting darkness.

****

"How is she, honey?" He asked with tired concern as he entered blind drawn, late afternoon shadow dappled bedroom.

"Just fine, dad," The pretty, slender bodied, eighteen year-old answered with a brightly reassuring smile in his direction. "Doc Martinez called by earlier and said that the fever had broken. She'll be pretty much out of it for a couple more days yet, but at she's going to be just fine."

"Thank god," Her father with evident relief, before examining her closely with the slightest furrow of concern. "You look kind’ a flushed, sweetheart. You sure you're not coming down with the same bug your mom had? 

"Relax, dad." she shoot back brightly, as she bent down to carefully rearrange the disheveled blanket covering the pale but attractive form of her sleeping mother. "It just got a little warm in here, is all."

"Okay Sonny, honey. If you say so," Her father said with a relieved smile. "But you can't blame me for being a little over-concerned. After all, it's been a big job you tending her by yourself all week."

"Nope. Been a pleasure." Sonny replied, gazing down on the slumbering form resting cocooned peacefully on the bed. "After all, Mom takes pleasure in visiting me when I'm sleeping. So it's the very least I could do to return the favor."

She bent down once again to plant a soft, loving kiss on the sallow skin of her mother's forehead. Hidden behind the long, cascading curtain of her hair she allowed herself a fleetingly secretive smile of satisfaction. "Yes, it's been a real pleasure."

If her father heard the words, he quite innocently failed to recognize the implicit meaning behind them.

My grateful thanks to the many readers who offered me their kind, welcome and constructive feedback on my earlier submissions. This submission, although it can be read as a stand-alone story, is also a loose sequel to my earlier, "Sonny While She’s Sleeping". (And yes, I placed this little rider at the end deliberately, so as not to endanger the payoff to this particular tale. I hope you enjoyed it. Please feel free to vote, comment or even do both! :)

Fever Dream



I pulled into the garage, parked, and hopped out of the car, flu meds in one hand and Rain's bag of cereal in the other. I stepped up and into the kitchen, only to have Chernyi start barking at me through the sliding glass door.

"Shut up, Cher," I muttered, fully aware that nothing short of letting her and Ashi in would stop her from barking as long as she could see me.

I placed the cereal on the counter, then reached over and opened the fridge to retrieve the cold gallon of water inside. Closing the door, I fumbled in a cabinet in the low light until I found a glass. "Gotcha," I exclaimed when I found one, and I proceeded to pour the clear, frigid liquid into the glass. With a full glass of water, I opened up the little medicine box, took out a dosage of pills, and started down the hall to our room. When I opened the door, I was so surprised by what I saw that I simply froze in the frame.

On the bed, Rain was on her hands and knees, facing the window. She was naked. And she wasn't really on her hands, but more her elbows, her face down on the bed, her left hand stretched out above her head, the other reaching back under her belly and between her legs. The fingers of her right hand were busy working their way in and out of her, glistening with her wetness in the soft glow of the Christmas lights. The only sounds to be heard were Rain's soft, shaky moans, an almost indiscernable squelching as she fucked herself, and, in the distance, Blackie barking.

A rush of hot, pounding blood surged to my penis, making it swell and pulse in my pants. I stood mesmerized, the glass of water and the pills still in my hands, taking in the sight of her, ass raised high and inviting, fingers emerging and then disappearing once again into her slick pussy. Her lips were huge and swollen, engulfing her middle and ring fingers as she fucked herself, which meant she had probably started right after I had left for the store, something like 15 or 20 minutes ago.

"Shut the door," she breathed, looking back at me with a devilish grin. In my surprise, I had forgotten how the cold air from the hallway could feel like a winter breeze blowing into the room when it was warm. It was more than warm, though; because Rain had been getting chills, I had turned the thermostat way up before leaving to the store.

I stepped into the room, set the pills and the glass down by the TV, and shut the door behind me. Rain's eyes were half closed now, as she went back to focusing her attention on the fantastic sensations she was experiencing.

My eyes drank her in. I followed the length of her powerful calves up to her finely curved thighs and ass, lingering on the sweet, swollen mound between her legs, and then on to her back and down to the graceful curve of her neck. I stopped at her face, her eyelids flickering, her mouth small and slightly open as she breathed heavily through small moans of pleasure. 

The look on her face, the sounds of her fingering, and the sweet, musty smell of her juices mixed with sweat set me to trembling with excitement. I reached out with a shaky hand and caressed the back of her right thigh--fever warm to the touch--then up to brush against her fingers and the swollen lips between her legs. Rain gave a little gasp when I touched her there, and then her eyes were open again, and she gave me an almost drowsy smile.

"Do you want to lick me?" She almost slurred the words, and for a moment, I was worried enough about her fever that I almost told her to stop and take the medicine right away; however, all control was wrested from me when Rain rocked back and pressed her pussy hard into my open palm. I swallowed and nodded, not trusting my own voice not to crack with excitement. "Do it," she purred. I knew, at that point, that either I was dreaming, or the fever was affecting Rain's thinking: she didn't enjoy me giving her oral sex nearly as much as I enjoyed licking her, and she had certainly never voiced a desire to be eaten out.

Regardless, I eagerly dropped to my knees squarely behind her, put my hands on either side of her ass, and spread her wide to make room for me. Rain didn't even notice that my hands were frigid. I leaned forward, made my tongue as fat as possible, and started in by giving her lips a full, slow lick, from the base of her mound and almost all the way up to her anus. Her fingers were still plunging in and out of her, but they paused for a moment as I licked and Rain shuddered in pleasure.

My tongue was slick with her wetness, and her sweet taste flowed through my mouth. Her tantalizing sweet-must filled my nostrils and I closed my eyes for just a moment to breathe her in and to focus my senses on her taste and smell. [God damn,] I thought, [I could eat her out every night!] Then I set to work with my mouth.

The angle was slightly awkward, but I paid no mind as my tongue lashed over the inside walls of her lips: in and out, up and down. My rhythm was slow, matching Rain's fingers, and every so often I would pause my licking to plunge my tongue directly into her hole, squeezing in with her fingers and sampling more of her sweet taste.

After a few minutes of this, I used my mouth to force Rain's hand out of the way and I used the tip of my tongue to tickle her enlarged clit. She squirmed with every little flick of my tongue, but she didn't make a move to stop me. Emboldened by this, I buried my face farther forward, latched on to the base of her mound with my teeth and lips, and sucked hard on her clitoris, pulling it into my mouth. Rain's body bucked as she gave a yelp, but again she didn't stop me, so I began to suck and tongue her with near-violent passion. Each hard suck rewarded me with a gasp and a shudder through Rain's body.

It was difficult to breathe, hunched over as I was, suffocating myself so willingly between Rain's legs, but I didn't want to stop. I wrapped my arms around Rain's thighs so that they were positioned under her waist, and I lifted her ass up and back as I leaned back to an upright position on my knees. I moved my hands to her hips to support her and she helped by stretching out her legs and arms to stand on her toes and palms, her body now an inverted V. I could feel her trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps, as she struggled to stay up.

There was something else, though, a different tension I could feel in her, a rigidity, that told me she was near orgasm. Her pussy began to contract around my face, while more of her juices flowed out, making it ever more difficult to breathe again, but I only increased the force of each suck inward and the speed of my tongue over Rain's slick clit. My jaw ached immensely and my tongue burned with effort so badly that I feared it would simply stop working, but my penis throbbed in time to Rain's pulsating vagina, and I pressed on, hoping she would cum soon.

And, right when I started a particularly aggressive suck, Rain very nearly screamed as she came: hot, thick juices actually spurt out of her and on to my face, forcing me to close my eyes; her body bucked and shuddered wildly; and then she collapsed, tearing away from my mouth, to land as a heap on the bed. I pulled my sweater over my head and used it to wipe my face clean, and then I tossed it aside quickly so that I could see Rain.

She was breathing in short, shallow breaths, her body occasionally twitching in the aftermath of her orgasm. White, filmy cum oozed out of her and down her legs on to the bed. She lay face down, twisted at her center so that her right hip lay on the bed, and her right leg lay straight out while her left was bent at the knee and pulled up closer to her tummy. Her pussy was still clearly visible, and I watched, fascinated, as her labia fluttered open and closed. I drank in the sight of her like a man in the desert drinks of an oasis.

I reached down and pulled off my shirt, throwing it over with my sweater, and then I quickly set to work unbuckling my belt. Rain's eyes remained closed, but I could see rapid movement behind her eyelids, and I saw her hands slowly begin to clench and release the comforter underneath her.

With my belt unclasped, I unbuttoned my pants, and reached in to grab my rock hard cock. My penis and my underwear were drenched in clear precum, more than I had ever seen before. As swift as I was able, I stood up, tore off my pants and underwear, and was back on my knees behind Rain, squeezing hard on my erect member. Her mouth opened just a bit, a small sound escaping her lips, but I couldn't make out any words. I scooted closer to her and pressed the tip of my dick against the inside of her right thigh, swirling my fat head in her cum. Rain's eyes remained shut, but this time I heard her say something.

"Wait." It was barely more than a whisper, but I heard it all the same. The word seemed to trigger something in me, and I forcefully rolled Rain on to her stomach, tangled my right hand into the hair on the back of her head, and used my knees to force her legs apart. Rain's eyes snapped open and she struggled against me faintly, but she barely had the strength to speak, let alone really move. Still, being more violent than was necessary, I pulled on her hair enough to raise her head off the bed, then shoved it back down, all the while spreading her legs as far apart as they would go with my knees.

"Wait!" It was a hoarse croak this time. I leaned forward, so that my mouth was right near her ear, and growled "no" as I pushed down on her head and rammed my cock roughly into her pussy. Rain gasped and choked back a cry of pain, and a single tear formed and fell from her exposed left eye, clenched tightly shut against the pain. With my penis skewering her to the very base of my balls, my right hand eased off Rain's head slightly as I finally felt a moment's hesitation at the sight of her tear. But as I let up and prepared to pull out, with the beginnings of shame, Rain's next outburst stopped me: "God, no, don't stop! Fuck my brains out," she half moaned and half growled.

I needed no further encouragement. My hand tightened in Rain's hair once more, and I pulled her head back as I started to fuck her in earnest. Her eyes were still clenched tightly in pain, and with each thrust her lips peeled back in a small grimace to reveal clenched teeth; despite that, though, and despite small grunts of pain, Rain continued to growl and hiss "fuck," "yes," and the occasional "fuck me."

Her vagina was super wet and burning hot with fever, and so despite my greatest efforts, I came inside her a little with each inward thrust. I grit my teeth and dug the nails of my free hand into Rain's ass to keep from going altogether. My abs burnt with effort, and I knew that if I continued to pound her at this pace I would cum explosively in just a matter of seconds, but her aggressive tone and her coaxing words were too much for me.

I fucked her harder than I had ever fucked her before, my dick jetting almost all the way out of her to reveal her gaping hole, only to slam back deep into her pussy, my balls slapping against her thighs and my pelvis grinding against her clitoris. And with one last mighty push, I buried myself inside of her and shuddered violently as I filled her with my semen, breathing as though I had just run some marathon. With each wracking convulsion of my body, I yanked back on Rain's hair and squirt more cum into her, to mingle with her cum. Our juices overflowed her pussy and squished out by the base of my cock to run down her legs and my scrotum, finally ending in a puddle on the bed.

After what felt like minutes of spurting and shuddering, my grip in Rain's hair and on her ass finally slackened, and I eased my aching, sweat-sheened body on to her back. With my penis still inside of her, growing softer now that it had been expended, I kissed Rain's shoulder, then her neck, then her ear lobe, and softly whispered "I love you."

A small smile played across Rain's lips, and she whispered back: "I love you with all of my heart. I'm just going to take a little nap now..." And she trailed off as she slipped into sleep. I found myself drowsy and blissfully following her into slumber. [Ah, what the hell,] I thought, [I'll make her take the meds after a short nap.] And with that, I fell asleep on top of my beautiful, sexy wife.

* * * * * * * * * *

I don't know how long I slept, but I do remember that, at some point, Rain rolled me off of her and on to my back. Normally, I can't sleep without a blanket draped over me, but the jungle-like air in the room was too thick and warm for any sort of cover, so I continued to sleep fitfully in the nude.

I woke with a start to the sound of Rain crying. The Christmas lights were still on, my body was still covered in a fine layer of sweat, and the mixture of mine and Rain's cum that lathered my entire pelvis area had not yet fully dried. Of course, since the room was still warm enough to have me in a sweat, the still-wet juices didn't mean a whole lot, but I figured I must have been asleep for less than an hour.

I propped myself up on my right elbow and blinked away my sleepiness, to find Rain, also still naked, sitting up against the wall. She had her knees drawn up, and she hugged her legs to her chest, as she rested her forward on her knees and cried. I pulled myself up, awkwardly conscious of our nakedness, and scooted over to her. I sat with my back to the wall, much as Rain did, and put an arm around her, pulling her to me in a hug.

"What's wrong, baby?" I asked worriedly. "Did...did I hurt you too much, before?" Rain shook her head in response, but she didn't look up and she didn't say anything. "Baby?" I formed it as a question and gave her just a slight shake, hoping to get her to look up. She mumbled something into her legs, but I wasn't able to catch any of it, so I gave her another little shake.

"I don't know what's wrong with me," she repeated, looking up. Her eyes were red with fever and puffy from crying.

"What do you mean, baby?" I was generally confused. "You probably have a flu, that's all. Here, I brought you medicine--" I made as if to move to get it for her, but Rain interrupted me.

"I took it," she said. I looked over to the TV and saw that the pills were, indeed, missing. "And that's not what I meant," she continued. She sniffled a bit, but I held my tongue, waiting to see if she would explain. "I...I just need you to make love to me," she said plainly. "I need you to fuck me."

I swallowed in surprise, somewhat taken aback, but already I could feel my loins stirring, my mind having to play catch-up. "Well," I started, "that's not a bad thing, is it?"

Rain shook her head. "No, not normally; but you don't understand: I NEED you to fuck me." She gestured emphatically with that last. "Like..." I could see her struggling to find a way to explain, but it was apparent it was a battle she was losing. "I don't know," she sobbed, shaking her head again.

I hugged her close, trying to ignore the soreness of my cock as it grew harder. "Shh, shh," I made the sounds reassuringly as I pulled her face to mine to give her a short kiss. As our lips parted, I saw Rain's eyes dart down between my legs, and her face gained a look of lustful hunger when she saw what she wanted standing up, ready for her. Her eyes came back up to meet mine, and I didn't break away from her stare, even when her hand dropped down, snakes between my knees, and wrapped around my dick.

"It feels like I'm fading," Rain spoke softly as she slowly stroked my shaft, "and the only thing that I feel can keep me...real...is to have you inside me." At this, I closed my eyes and tilted my head back to lean against the wall as I focused on what Rain was doing with her hand. I ached with each stroke, like I always did when we went for a second round.

"God, baby," I almost croaked, "I want you so much." My eyes were still closed, but I felt Rain move out from under my arm, and then I felt her positioning herself in front of me, spreading my legs open. I felt her hair brush against my balls right before her teeth scraped gently against the tip of my dick, and suddenly I was enveloped by her mouth.

I sighed with pleasure as Rain gave my cock a hard, slow suck, from the base of it all the way out to its head. I came out of her mouth with a slight popping sound, and then she was living me. She worked her tongue in little swirls on my head, and then licked down my shaft until she reached my sack. Using her left hand, she took hold of my scrotum, lifting it up gently, while her right pumped up and down my penis in a steady rhythm. My eyes still closed, I felt Rain place her head on the ground right between my legs, and she continued her lick on my shaven balls. I moaned and lifted my bottom a few inches off the ground, to give her more room to lick. Rain slid her face farther under me as her tongue worked magic on my soft skin. I felt her wet muscle work back and back, until she licked the sensitive area between my balls and my anus. I yelped a little and shot up a bit higher on the wall, but when Rain pulled her tongue back I dropped back down.

"Please," I whispered, "keep going, right there." Rain's tongue reached out and touched the spot again, and I squirmed, but didn't pull away. Encouraged, she started to lick the area more confidently, and each movement of her tongue sent a chill down my spine. The sensation was always my favorite: almost a tickle, but completely sexual and indescribably pleasant--I preferred this to a blowjob anytime. Each magnificent stroke of her tongue was accompanied by a hand stroke of my member, and her rhythm was increasing in tempo. Precum spilled over my head with every passing moment, oozing down my shaft and coating Rain's hand.

My breathing was becoming more and more shallow, and I could feel an incredible pressure building in my testicles and threatening to explode through my penis. Even as good as this felt, I was still surprised at how quickly she had managed to bring me to the edge, considering that whenever my penis was as sore as it was now, it normally took truly vigorous sex to make me cum; however, it seemed as though we had just started in this time, and I was already sorely tempted to release and make a mess of myself. But I remembered Rain's tears, and her desire to have sex, so I pulled up again and reached down to take her wrist, arresting her manipulation of my cock. Rain understood and stopped to let me regain some of my self-control.

I took a few deep breaths to calm myself, and then gasped and sucked in air hard: Rain had raised her head, put her mouth over my right testicle and sucked. A small amount of semen erupted from my dick before I could stop it, and then she released me, laying her head back down. I blew out all the air in my lungs shakily, opened my eyes, and looked down. Rain was smiling up at me.

"Oops," was all she said.

I shook my head and grinned back at her. "Oops? You stay right there, missy, while I get a condom. Then I'll show you 'oops'." The condom would help desensitize my penis--an aid I knew I would need after already ejaculating a bit, if I didn't want to cum as soon as I entered Rain. I used the wall to push up, and then I stepped over Rain and opened the bathroom door. Remembering the temperature difference, I stepped into the little room and swung the door mostly shut behind me, to keep the cool air from rushing out into the bedroom.

I took a little moment to lean on the sink counter and look into the mirror. "Holy Jesus," I whispered, and I shook my head, chuckling. This was going to be a wild night. One for the history books, I thought. [It's just too bad we don't have any good film equipment, or a decent way to film anyway.] I shook my head again, reached down, opened the cabinet under the sink, and retrieved a condom. Our last, actually. Must be a sign.





Fever Dream



I turned and opened the door, walking back into the dimly-lit room and shutting the bathroom door behind me. Rain was where I had left her, lying on her back, with her head near the wall. Her eyes were closed, her legs spread, and her right arm stretched over her tummy and down to her pussy as she rhythmically massaged her clitoris in small circular motions.

I slowly dropped to my knees between her legs, and I used my teeth to easily tear open the condom package. My eyes never left her, though they couldn't seem to find a place to rest for any length of time. I noted the determined set of Rain's jaw as she worked towards her release; the slight strain in her neck muscles; the circular movements of her breasts that matched the motion of her practiced fingers; the quickening rise and fall of her chest as her breathing grew more shallow; her smooth, powerful thighs, almost imperceptibly aquiver with tension. I tossed the packaging aside, and brought the latex down to meet my member.

My penis, for its part, seemed to ache eagerly, secreting clear, lubricating precum with each heartbeat. It seemed to be weeping with frustration, currently unable to penetrate the beautiful woman my eyes drank in. I placed the condom on my swollen head and quickly unrolled it to the base of my cock, pinching the balloon tip of the prophylactic when I was finished. I took hold of my phallus with my right hand, and, without a word to Rain, directed it to the source of its frustration.

Sopping wet with sweat and her juices, Rain's vulva offered no resistance as my head brushed past her fingers and slipped inside her. I watched her face as I entered, and I saw her lips part and heard a small sigh of pleasure issue from her mouth. With a series of deft thrusts, I inched in and out of her with just my mushroom tip. Rain's labia slowly pulled apart with each thrust, until her sweet hole was gaping wide open, enough so that when I pulled out of her I could clearly see into her opening, even in the dim light. I paused for a moment, completely outside of my wife, my dick pulsing eagerly just inches away from its desire. Her fingers never stopped their diligent work on her clitoris, and I watched, fascinated, as the circular movements of her fingertips matched the swell and ebb of her vaginal walls, so exposed through her ravenous lips.

"Please," my gaze broke away from Rain's sweet opening to meet her now open eyes as she spoke to me, "please, fuck me! Fuck me hard, baby," she breathed, her eyes drifting down to my cock and then back up to meet mine, "please!"

I nodded slightly and inched forward on my knees, until the head of my penis filled her hole. With a lusty, powerful thrust, I plunged deep into Rain's cavern, so far that I felt my forward momentum halted by her cervix. In the same moment, Rain's hands shot out to grip my butt, and a scream of agony tore from her throat to echo around the room. Her nails dug sharply into my cheeks, causing me to hiss in pain through clenched teeth. My hands found her waist, and I clenched my nails into her sides and back. 

"Oooh FUCK!" I shouted as I pulled out as far as Rain would let me, and then slammed back into her, again and again. Each thrust banged her head into the wall, and earned me a new, throaty cry of pain and pleasure mixed together in brutal fashion. Her breasts bounced up and down, then in a circular motion as I fucked her faster. My pelvis smashed against hers painfully with every plunge, our small, shaven pubes sticking and chafing together for just an instant before being torn apart. Her hands moved up to my back, to rake long, burning lines with her nails. Rain's screams and my grunts were accented by the sound of bone on bone, and my loose balls slapping against her ass. We were both covered in a sheen of sweat.

My dick was rock solid, but having just had sex a short while ago, and with the condom I was no where near climax. My jaw hurt from clenching, my abs ached, and my back was on fire from the abuse it was receiving at Rain's fingertips. I had reached that rare point where I am still fully aroused, but orgasm is very nearly no longer worth the intense effort it was taking to reach it. I was torn. Should I fake an orgasm, just to end it? Should I just back off a little instead, aim for the slow route and hope that my arousal would last however long it took to cum? 

I seemed to go outside myself for just a split second, not feeling any of the pleasure or pain my body was experiencing at the moment, and I took the scene in: there I was, viciously fucking the brains out of Rain, sweat literally dripping off of me to land on her and mingle with her sweat. There was Rain, her face alternately contorted in pain and radiant with ecstasy; her beautiful body tense as a metal cord strung too tight, shaking and ready to snap beneath me. There was no doubt that I was hurting her more than I had ever dared before, and there was equally no doubt that she was enjoying it immensely. I made my decision then, and grit my teeth against my discomfort and pain. I was going to fuck her until we both too sore to move. She was in some kind of frenzy, and I would be a total idiot to waste this unusual mood.

Seemingly just as I made my decision, Rain squirmed out of my grasp and quickly wiggled along the wall and away from me. My penis was suddenly cold after having been inside Rain's fever-hot body, and having just made my decision to take full advantage of my wife, I was extremely frustrated with her sudden tease. Of course, that's exactly what she wanted: for me to get frustrated, so that I would be more aggressive. She would push away from me, fight me from entering her often during sex, because she wanted me to be rougher with her. I HATE it. I love rough sex, but the amount of resistance she put up sometimes was maddening, and sometimes even enough to be something of a turn-off. Now, after all the effort I had already put in, and after setting my mind to putting in more effort, I was almost angry.

I pounced on Rain, and there was a mad jumble of elbows, knees, fingers, and nails as we fought for control of the situation. Through the scuffle, I managed to get my left hand wrapped tightly around her throat, and I squeezed hard while I used my right hand to struggle with her still flailing legs. I could hear her breath coming in ragged wheezes as my hand constricted her esophagus, but she still refused to surrender. My cock was so near her pussy, but I hadn't yet managed to force myself back inside of her, and each blocked attempt only made me angrier. In a short burst of unchecked irritation, I raised Rain's head a few inches off the ground by her neck, and then slammed her back down. In the briefest of moments, I managed to push her legs open and I stabbed my throbbing phallus deep inside her.

Rain let out a wheezy gasp, and she stopped resisting me long enough to reach out with one hand to grasp my waist and the other to take hold of my left wrist, guiding my hand down on her throat, letting me know that she wanted me to choke her harder. I felt a not-unpleasant pressure building in my balls as I put more weight down on my left hand and continued my steady, forceful humping. I had long since gotten over the guilt I used to feel over how aroused I was by strangulation--Rain enjoyed it just as much as I did--and this was exactly what my overworked and latex-numbed penis needed to finally reach climax. The same had been true for Rain, because shortly after I had cut off more of her oxygen, I felt her buddy shake and judder beneath me as an orgasm rolled through her. I felt her vagina clamp down and then quickly release my cock in a series of quick squeezes, and my eyes rolled up slightly as I felt my orgasm coming on.

"Hit me," I heard as Rain's convulsions quietened a little, her initial orgasm subsiding. My eyes flew open and I looked down to see her looking right back at me. Tonight had been so crazy, so unusual that I didn't even have to consider it: the thought of hitting her turned me on, so without taking my hand off her throat, I raised my right and swiftly slapped her across the face with my palm. I did not strike her with any great amount of force, but the blow still made my hand tingle and left an angry red blotch on Rain's left cheek. I came a little then, before I could mentally draw back and reserve myself for the big finish. I instantly felt a twinge of guilt--I had never hit my wife before, and it disturbed me just how fantastic it felt to do so during a moment of such intense intimacy. But before I could recoil from myself any further, Rain's hand shot out and gripped my throat in a vice-like grip, choking me with all of the small amount of strength she had remaining. "Hit me...fuck....hard!" It was barely a broken whisper, but Rain was still looking into my eyes, and I had seen her lips mouth the words weakly. I stared back at her for just a moment, and then I raised my right hand and backhanded her with much more force than the first slap. Her head, restricted as it was by my grip on her neck, still turned some, and Rain's eyes fluttered open and closed as she fought to remain conscious. Her hand dropped from my throat, and I groaned hungrily as I let loose the flood I had been holding back. I took my hand off of my wife's throat and collapsed onto her, burying my face in her neck and hair, still shakily thrusting in and out of her. Every movement caused me to come more, until I was sure that the condom would burst with my semen. I came in a never-ending torrent, more than I ever had before.

I wasn't quite finished when Rain's arms and legs suddenly wrapped around me, drawing me tightly to her, and she started to grind against me and milk my dick with insane vigor. I gasped, shocked that she still had any energy, strength, or desire left, but I could feel her riding the mounting wave of a second orgasm. I didn't have the power to continue fucking her, and my penis had already lost some of its rigidity, but I did what I could to help her by returning the body hug and putting as much weight as I could into my pelvis area, giving her something to grind against. After what felt, to my aching body, like ages, Rain's hold on me slackened and her body convulsed in the peak of her second climax. I could hear little squeaking sounds emanating from her mouth as her strangled voice struggled to moan with pleasure. As though some vodoo doll of me had suddenly been deboned, my muscles finally relaxed and I seemed to lose all ability to move even the tiniest portion of my body.

"Are you ok?" I asked into her hair, feeling guilty about how hard I had hit her that second time. Her hands came up to softly stroke the back of my head, and I felt her nod in response. Assured, sleep quickly came to claim me. Dozing off, I mumbled, "I love you." Rain stopped petting me and just held my head tightly to her shoulder.

"I love you with all of my heart," I heard her whisper, before sleep took me.

* * * * * * * * * *

I swam back to consciousness through a haze of dead sleep. The heat in the room was unbearable, and I was paradoxically cold in sweat. The temperature was not the only thing that had woken me, though.

Kneeling by my side, Rain was holding something over me, something that dripped cool, thick fluid on me. She was naked, her body glistened with sweat, and her hair looked damp enough to have just come out from under the shower head. My head was light with lack of sleep and the heat, so it took me a few moments of focusing to see that what Rain was pouring on me was the warming lubricant we kept in our sex toy box. She was dribbling it on my stomach, my thighs, and my quickly swelling penis--her eyes were closed, so her arm wavered as the lube oozed out.

"Baby," my voice was quiet and raspy with drowsiness, so I licked my lips and tried again. "Baby, we need to get you to the hospital." I willed myself to move as I said it, but my body was sluggish and uncooperative. Rain nodded, though.

"We are at the hospital," she said, and her eyes opened. She stared down at my pelvis, but I could see that her eyes weren't focused on anything. They were almost glazed, and she stared, still pouring lube on me, without seeing.

"We're not..." I paused, having difficulty breathing in the oppressive heat. "We're--

Rain's free hand touched my lips, as though to silence me. She looked at my face, and her eyes suddenly snapped into focus.

"It's ok," she said, caressing my cheek, "everything is going to be ok." She turned the bottle of lube upright and leaned in to plant a small, gentle kiss on my lips. "I'm going to take care of you," she breathed.

With that, Rain put her right knee down over my right shoulder and swung her whole body around, as she placed her left knee above my left shoulder. Her back now to me, and her slick vulva right above my face, Rain dropped down on her free hand. Her other hand reached behind her, still holding the bottle of lubricant. As I lay there panting, entranced, she slowly prodded herself with the pouring cap of the bottle. I watched as it slid into her vagina with ease, and then my breath caught at the same time as hers, when she started to force the rest of the bottle into herself.

Bit by bit, the small container disappeared into her, until the entire bottle was swallowed by Rain's pussy. Her hand hovered near her hole for a moment, and then she put it down, so that she was on all hands and knees. I noticed her abs tense, and Rain started to push the bottle back out. Her swollen labia parted, allowing the bottom of the bottle to squeeze by, and with deliberate slowness, it widened her cunt as it slid out. Strange as it was, I had never seen something so profoundly sexual, so hot. Precum spouted from my cock to join the pool of lubricant on my belly. Just before the bottle fell on my face, Rain reached back and caught it. She looked under her shoulder and back at me with a devilish grin.

"Enjoy the show?" I nodded vigorously in response. "Good," she said, and she raised the bottle to start probing at herself once again. This time, though, she was aiming for a different target.

Lost in overwhelming lust, I watched as she poked around her tight ass, smearing lube and pussy juice all around her smaller hole. Her head was hung, and I could see her wince as she penetrated her anus. She pushed the black cap entirely into her ass, and then she tilted the bottle up. As she squeezed lubricant into herself, I saw shivers quake through Rain's body.

"Lick me," she commanded.

Obediently, I lifted my head and brought my tongue to her clitoris. Rain moaned, and I raised my head slightly higher, to bring my lips into contact with her sweet mound. My mouth closed around her clit, and I gently sucked. Rain moaned louder and longer, and her pleasure seemed to give me the strength I needed to finally move my arms. I took hold of her waist and pulled her closer to me, still sucking her into my mouth. She didn't resist as I pulled her down, but when my head touched down on the pillow and she was nearly sitting on my face, Rain suddenly pulled away, laughing.

"Oh no," she said as she pulled the lube out of her asshole and returned to her doggy-style position. "This time I'm doing the work." She wiggled her rear teasingly. "Special, just for you." Rain arched her back and stood up slowly, drawing her hands along the outside of her thighs sexily as she did. Some of the lubricant she had filled herself with dripped out and down her leg. I glanced at the bottle, which she had placed on the ground by my side, and saw that it was now nearly half empty. It had been almost full when she had started injecting it.

I turned my gaze back up to Rain, and found her watching me with a devilish smile on her lips. She had seen that I had taken note of the amount of lube now inside her. She stepped over me with her right leg, and then turned and swung her left over me, so that I was once again between her legs, with her bare chest now facing me. She brought her hands up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them.

"I'm going to give you a treat now," Rain said huskily, "but under one condition: you're not allowed to do anything without me telling you to, ok?"

"Agreed," I replied, a smile on my face.

"You have to promise," she said seriously.

"I promise, baby," I said. "Besides, it's too hot in here for me to even breathe right, so I doubt I'll be doing much else." I grimaced. "Actually, I don't want to ruin this moment or anything, but could you please turn the heat down before I get my treat?"

"I..." Rain hesitated. "I'm sorry, baby, but I can't do that." She looked sad for a moment, and then the look passed and she was back to her sexy, lusty visage. "Are you ready?"

I expelled a shallow lungful of air and nodded. At my signal, she squatted over me, dripping lubricant onto my pelvis and my cock. She took her hands off her breasts and placed them on my chest, using me for support while she swayed over me. Her exposed ass and legs brushed against the tip of my cock as she moved, and each gentle touch made my penis pulse, aching for more stimulation. My eyes rolled up involuntarily, and I gritted my teeth, honoring my promise not to do anything unless told to, despite how hungrily I yearned to grab my wife and force myself inside her.

I felt her lean forward, until her face hovered above mine. My eyes closed when her lips touched mine, a butterfly's touch. She pulled away, leaned back, and sat on my navel, and I opened my eyes to watch her. Slowly, deliberately, Rain started to grind her mound against me, rubbing her pussy in the mixture of sweat and lubricant on my skin. The feeling was exquisite: hot, wet, and vulnerably fleshy. Her nails dug into my chest as she closed her eyes, rolled her head back, and rotated her hips in a wide, slow circle. Quiet moans and small sounds of satisfaction emanated from her throat, and I bit down on my lower lip to remind myself not to move.

Her circles began to tighten and quicken, and Rain's head dropped forward, her hair obscuring her face. Her moans turned to soft, determined grunts, and her breathing quickened. Her nails dragged lines from my chest down to my hips, where her grip tightened as she increased her effort to climax. Her hips had stopped rotating, and she was now just desperately grinding her pussy up and down with increasing pressure and speed. I bit down harder, the temptation to grab Rain and fuck her numb almost irresistible. As she screamed and bucked wildly on top of me, an orgasm quaking her body, I tasted copper, blood seeping into my mouth from my lip. Before she was completely finished convulsing, Rain panted a command: "Guide your cock into my ass."

I nearly jumped to comply, reaching my hand under the space Rain created between her pussy and my pelvis to take hold of my swollen member. I eagerly surged upward and pressed the tip of my phallus into her lubricated rectum.

"Slowly!" Rain gasped. Apparently, anal sex was still painful, despite the amount of lube she had injected into herself. My cock slowly squeezed into her, and with the vise-like grip her ass had on me, I could understand why it would cause her some pain to be probed like this. "Now stop," she said between sharp inhalations. Immediately, I ceased my thrust and started to pull out. "No, stop!" she ordered. "Just...stop. I'll do the rest from here."

I could feel her body trembling while she prepared, and then she slowly lowered herself onto my dick. She paused shortly every inch or so to take a deep breath, and then she continued, until I was finally hilt deep inside her. The pressure on my phallus was intense, and I tasted more blood as I bit down hard again to keep from cumming right then.

We stayed like that for a long while, my eyes hooded and my teeth tearing into my lip, Rain's hands on my chest, keeping most of her weight off me as she adjusted to my being inside of her. Finally, with a long, loud exhalation, Rain relaxed her arms and sank all of herself onto me. With small, careful movements, she began to rock back and forth, my cock just barely sliding in and out of her. I discovered I was holding my breath, and I breathed out shakily. Her tight ass compressed my hardened member in the most amazing way, and every one of her movements rubbed Rain's slick pussy against my pelvis. I had found sexual bliss.




Fever Dream



Slowly, almost imperceptibly, Rain's fucking began to increase in speed. Without pausing, she leaned over the side of our pillowy bed and retrieved something off the ground, which she then reached forward and forced into my clenched right fist. I glanced down to my now open palm to find a sharp piece of plastic that Ashi had torn off a plastic bottle. My eyes went back up to my wife's face, but she spoke before I could form my question.

"Use it on my leg," she ordered. I didn't immediately make a move, and Rain flicked her hair back to look at me. "You promised," she reminded me.

Just then, I noticed the angry bruise forming on her right cheek and jaw, and I swallowed at the reminder of the last bit of violence I had inflicted on Rain. 

I blinked. How had I missed the bruise until that moment? The bruise was already too dark for me not to have seen it prior to that moment, but before I could try puzzling out the answer, Rain took hold of my wrist, raised my hand, and closed my fingers around the jagged plastic, leaving enough exposed to use as a small knife. She guided the tip down to her inner thigh, right where her leg met the rest of her body, and she pushed hard.

"Now cut," she commanded again, lifting her hand from mine to reach up and roughly grasp her right breast.

I was too turned on by the idea to deny action any longer, and I pressed the plastic into her leg viciously as I slowly dragged it along her flesh. Rain squeaked and moaned with every centimeter, and beads of bright red blood bubbled up to form a little string of ruby droplets. When enough blood filled each bead, it burst and dripped down her leg. Most of the blood didn't quite make it all the way down her thigh, but the stream closest to her body dripped to my skin, where it mingled with the mix of sweat, lubricant, precum, and vaginal juices there as Rain continued to hump me with increasing enthusiasm.

"Raise your knees for me," Rain groaned.

I complied, and she leaned back a little to use my legs as a back rest. She took her left hand off my chest and reached between her legs, probing her fingers between our bodies until she found what she was looking for. I felt the familiar motions of her clitoral stimulation, and my heart rate quickened. I lifted the tip of the plastic out of her skin and started a new bloody line just below the first. I wanted more of her blood on me, more of it to mix with our union.

My cock was now sliding far enough out of Rain that only the mushroom tip remained inside, before she rocked back and enveloped me to my balls. None of the compression had eased, but the lubricant definitely made the sex less difficult than anal had been on our previous attempts. As the pace quickened, Rain started to pull far enough away from me that my penis left her entirely, exposed to the air of the room--which felt cool on my member, despite still being as hot as when we had started, if not hotter. The cool licks of air were immediately followed by forceful thrusts backward, as the beautiful woman atop me brutally impaled herself on my phallus over and over again.

I felt her rhythm skip once, and a moment later again, and I knew that Rain was on the cusp of exploding in orgasm. Her fingers moved erratically between us, her practiced circular movements on her clit dissolving into desperate rubbing. Suddenly, her entire body seized, the muscles in her powerful legs and beautifully sculpted arms outlined in brilliant light and shadow. Her left hand ceased movement, and instead just clutched her mound, as Rain's right hand fell from her breast to push down on my chest. I felt her pussy pulsating against me, and then a flood of warm cum surged out of her and on to me.

"Oh, God," Rain moaned, "I'm cumming!" Her anus suddenly pulled my dick tightly into her as her rectum clenched with the rest of her body. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" She screamed the last and collapsed forward.

I had been trying so hard not to cum the whole time that I felt almost relieved that she was finishing. Discarding the jagged piece of plastic, I put my arms around her and clutched her to me as her body shuddered and I finally allowed myself release. My penis shot load after load of semen into Rain, just as she expelled more and more cum from her pussy. We had never made more of a mess. I groaned in ecstasy.

This would be a good way to die, I thought. It was the last thing I remember thinking before losing consciousness.

* * * * * * * * * *

I opened my eyes slowly, painfully. My vision was blurry at first, and it took effort to bring the room into focus. I saw a television suspended in the corner of a white room, curtains hanging from the ceiling, and silver rails on my bed. I was in a hospital room.

I looked down see Rain in a chair by my bed, her head slumped over my tummy, my hand in hers. She had fallen asleep at my side. I gave her hand a squeeze, but I was so weak that it was barely more than a twitch. It took several attempts to finally stir her from sleep.

Rain turned her head to face me, and when she saw my eyes open, she sat up quickly and rubbed the sleep from her eyes with her free hand. She was wearing her cute white dress, with the black band just below her breasts, the one I liked. Her eyes were red and the skin around them puffy--she had cried herself to sleep.

I smiled at her. "Hello, sleepyhead." I had meant it to come out playful and cheery, but my voice was raspy and difficult even for me to hear.

She smiled back at me, but tears welled up in her eyes. "Hi," she said softly, and then she leaned in to give me a tender kiss. When she pulled away, she reached up and wiped some tears away.

"What...what happened?" I asked. "Why am I in the hospital?"

Rain looked sad and quizzical. "You don't remember?" I shook my head. "Well," she said as she placed her free hand on top of our clasped hands, "you got very sick, very fast. After I brought you here, more people have been brought to this hospital with the same symptoms--flu symptoms. The doctors are really worried now, though, because this is like a superflu. You got worse before they could even start treating you. They say--" 

Her face suddenly drew into a frown and her voice caught. Tears flowed down her face. I squeezed Rain's hand again, and I would have brought my other hand to hers, had I the strength.

"They say that there's nothing they can do to help you now," she sobbed. "They--they can't help the others either. They tried to make me leave, to quarantine you, but I wouldn't let them take me. They shut me off in here with you. But I haven't--God--I haven't gotten sick!" She sniffed and used her shoulder to wipe tears from her cheeks.

The news that I was beyond medical assistance, that I was going to die, should have shocked me. It should have scared the Hell out of me. Instead, I felt...content. I closed my eyes and smiled.

"At least we had a really great time before I got sick," I whispered.

Rain laughed shakily. "Yes, we did. They were the best years of my life," she said quietly.

I opened my eyes to look into hers. "Mine too. Thank you so much for marrying me. But...I was talking about...well, you know, the night I passed out, and you had to bring me here."

Rain cocked her head, as though she was confused. "What do you mean?" she asked. "You were asleep when you got this fever. I woke up in the morning, but you wouldn't wake, so I pulled you on the blanket out to the car, and drove you here."

"No," I shook my head, "I mean before that. Your sex-craze." I coughed, and the pain in my lungs and throat burned like nothing I had ever felt before. "I'm glad your bruise didn't last too long, though," I said when my fit had ended.

Rain reached out and touched my face. "What bruise?" she inquired. "Baby...I heard you moaning in your sleep a few hours ago. I think that you were dreaming. Your fever...you must have dreamt about--us having sex?" She smiled. "Is that what you had on your mind?"

I rolled my head into her open palm and closed my eyes. It was getting difficult to stay awake, to make sense of anything Rain was saying. "I'm glad the bruise didn't last," I murmured.

"I love you with all of my heart," Rain said, and the desperation in her voice brought me back for just a moment. I opened my eyes, saw her sad face, and I yearned to hold her, to tell her everything would be fine. I couldn't.

"I love you with all of my heart," I repeated back to her, and I had never meant it more. "Thank you for those wonderful years, and that awesome night," I whispered as my eyes closed for the last time. I felt Rain's lips press against mine, wet drops streaming from her cheeks onto mine, and then I drifted away into darkness.



Fever Dream



Disclaimer: All DC characters are owned by DC COMICS, not me. I am just a fankid on the net who had a fever dream and wrote a story that happened to involve a few of those characters.

Thanks and please enjoy.

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Detective Bullock was looking down at the small notebook he usually kept in the breast pocket of his coat. It was simple, really, just personal notes, to do lists, reminders. He wrote in it daily until it was full. Once full he put it away at home or work so he may easily find it if it were needed for any reason in the future. Once it was gone a new, fresh one was on his person. The cycle never ended.

The detective sighed as he came across a note he must have missed earlier in the day.

"Alright, I gotta go, I gotta go bother some broad over in Midtown West about that Reynolds case."

"How's that going by the way?"

"I'm swamped as it is and now I gotta march over to go see some lady in midtown to make sure she didn't see or hear anything conspicuous. I mean, the guy just died while choking his dumb ass while he was jerking it, but since that Hartford thing the boss man is hammering at me to make sure I turn up all the stones on even the no brainer cases. "

"So what's the lady got to do with it?"

"Not sure, yet. She worked for the guy, I think she may have been the one that found him. We had trouble figuring all that out because she had found him, and told the others and apparently left."

"Oh, at the automotive shop?"

"I think, we'll see."

"Alright then, Lieutenant, good luck."

"Have a good one, Foley, get back to work, I'll probably see you later tonight because god hates us all."

The younger officer nodded with a relaxed smile. Harvey returned the nod, but not the smile before turning to leave the station.

Within ten minutes he was in an unmarked vehicle and navigating through the clusterfuck known as the city of Gotham. He groaned at the slow moving traffic. Today was not his day, but then again, nearly all days were not his day. It would take him another hour before he'd get to where he needed to go, which should have only been a ten to fifteen minute journey at the most.

Once he parked he shut the engine off and got out. He checked himself over in the side mirror briefly before pulling out his notebook to assure himself he had the right building. He looked up to the modest brown stone. It looked like his own building, save this one was a little more modern. His was in the historic district he seemed to gravitate toward history more than the future.

The detective headed in and asked the doorman about the woman he was on his way to see. The doorman was a little short with him until he showed him his badge. It wasn't long before Harvey was at the correct door. Harvey knocked three times. He did not employ what he called "the cop knock" which was just banging on the door at least three or more times while yelling "POLICE! OPEN UP!" No, he wasn't busting anyone, he was simply here to interview a potential asset. A few seconds after he knocked he could hear some movement and then a few more seconds passed before the sound of locks being unbolted was heard.

"Hi. Can I help you, sug?"

"Uh.... Ummm, yes.. I mean..."

The woman in the doorway smiled to him as he struggled to find words. Harvey felt a little warmth in his cheeks as he looked down at her. She was in a pair of Daisy Duke cut offs, a white tank top, and a flannel pull over with rolled up sleeves. Her hair was up and back and hidden under the bandana she used to keep it out of the way. She was also covered with black marks that made it clear she worked in an auto shop.

"You alright?" She almost looked concerned.

"Yeah, uh, sorry. Are you-" Harvey looked down to his notebook again, "WC Tusk?"

"Yes."

Harvey pulled his coat to the side enough to show his badge to her.

"I'm Detective Bullock from Gotham City PD, I was wondering if I could talk to you about the death of George Reynolds."

The woman's warm smile morphed into a frown.

"Yes, please come in."

"If you want to do this some other time, that's fine, I just-"

"Please, come in, Detective. I don't have much going on, I just got home and I was about to shower, is all."

Harvey was about to protest, he didn't normally even feel the urge to, but he didn't like her frown nor did he want to keep her from being clean because she was very dirty, grease all over. Harvey's attention was caught by the interior of her home. There were many pieces of art on the walls. None of her furniture matched but each piece was a bold color, red, blue, purple, teal, splashes all over the place. To the immediate right was her breakfast table and kitchen while to the left was the living area. She beckoned him to sit down at her breakfast table. She went to fridge to retrieve pitcher. She grabbed tumblers out of her freezer and set them on the table. She poured what looked to be iced tea in each frosty glass. She sat down and picked up her glass and took a drink. She then pressed the glass against the side of her face for a moment, savoring the cold of it. Harvey tried not to stare at her the whole time, but something compelled him, too. She was hard to make out under all the grease marks, but something about her just spoke to Harvey.

"So, Detective, what would you like to know?"

"For now I'd just like to hear your account of how that day went down for you."

The woman told him what had happened. She got to work early that morning and did what she normally did. She'd noticed the light on in the boss man's office and had a question to ask him. He was known to come in early on occasion so she knocked, no answer. She stepped in to go ahead and see if he was even in there or at least shut his light off and there he was.

"It was a little jarring to, you know, come into work one morning and find your boss with his dick out and a bag around his head. I didn't touch anything, I just turned around, told a co worker, he looked in and called you guys. I had to leave. I'm usually pretty tough, but that was my first week at that job, my first week in Gotham. I have been scarred for life I think."

She chuckled a little, but it was clear it was all overwhelming to her, however she was taking it well. Harvey finally smiled to her.

"Yeah, locals around here, we got a running joke about how when people move here they never think its that bad until they end up seeing their first shocking crime. That has to be the most fucked up instance of that I have ever heard. Well, whaddya know, doll, welcome to Gotham."

She laughed at Harvey and shook her head and stomped her feat under her table a little.

"Oh you're cruel! C'mon man, like, I almost packed up and just left town. Oh. My. God. I just came home and cried and had this existential crisis."

She was wiping tears from her eyes as they both laughed. Harvey shook his head and reached over and touched her arm, patting it.

"I'm-ohmygod-I'm sorry! Seriously, it really is fucked, but god, honestly, I'm surprised you didn't just sprint the fuck out of town. Oh God, please, forgive me, I am sorry, I didn't mean to make fun, well I did, but I wasn't trying to be mean."

"Oh, sug, I'd laugh at me, too."

They both burst with another chuckle or two at that and took a moment to settle down. Harvey wiped the tear that had formed in his eye and sighed. He looked at his notebook again and back to her. 

"Don't take this the wrong way, but do you have a criminal record, Miss Tusk."

The woman smirked a little.

"I been arrested once or twice, got into a bar fight here and there, got a little unruly at some protests, had a bit too good of a time."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, but I got 'em all dropped for the most part. "

"Here in Gotham, or?"

"Back home."

"Alright good, because you only lived here a month. I mean, I met some bad girls before but..."

They both laughed a little and Harvey narrowed his gaze on her a little more than before.

"Texas?"

Harvey smirked a little.

"Is it that obvious?"

"To be honest, most southerners all sound about the same to me, but for some reason Texans stick out."

"Oh, and why is that?"

"Men I can't pick up on it as readily, but women... I can just tell and I've met so few women from Texas here in Gotham, so I'm surprised I was even that keen."

"Oh, so you meant to say women from Texas stick out, huh?"

"Sure, also you poured sweet tea when you let me in, so that helped me figure it out, too."

She shook her head with a smile and leaned forward a little, placing her hand under her chin and her elbow on the table.

"Well I can tell you lived in Gotham all your life."

"Oh?"

"Y'all Gotham men got a way of speakin', too."

Harvey nodded, his smirk remaining and getting subtly closer to being a true smile one tiny moment at a time.

"Oh you don't have to tell me that, Miss Tusk."

The woman looked him over more closely in a rather predatory manner. Harvey suddenly felt the heat of the day getting at him. 

"Let me take that coat, Detective. Only a Gotham boy would wear a damn coat in the middle of the summer."

Harvey wanted to protest, but she was more convincing and persuasive than he could have every anticipated. He took his cigarettes and lighter out of the coat before he let her have it. She was careful to not smudge it. She hung it on a coat rack near her door. His hat had been taken off the moment he stepped in and it rested on the table a foot or two to his side.

"Eh, I should probably get going soon, though, I don't want to take up more of your time than I have to."

"Shush, sug. You got a job to be doin' and I don't got nothin' goin'."

"But, you're covered in grease."

She looked down at herself and then back up to him with a smile.

"Well, I forgot about that."

"I should get out of here, you look like you could use a shower."

"Well, that can wait a little bit longer. So you got anymore questions to ask me?"

Harvey got back to interviewing her. He asked her about her boss and what kind of man he was. He also asked about relationships he maintained and if there were any individuals that were particularly hostile toward him or if anyone had any reason to be angry with him. This went on for another half hour before Harvey finally deemed he'd gotten what he needed for now. 

"Well, Detective, I sure hope I did you some good."

"You were very helpful, Miss Tusk. I appreciate your time. I can go back to work and close this case for good."

"Well, Detective, please call me any time."

She gave him a copy of her business card. He looked down at it briefly and tucked it away in his wallet as he was putting his coat and hat back on and getting ready to leave.

"I'll let you know if I need anything else."

Harvey returned the favor by giving her his own card. She looked over it and set it down on the table near the door.

"Hmm, I hope I can help you with your needs, Detective."

Harvey looked at her for a moment. She had a rather mischievous look on her face and Harvey just convinced himself he was seeing more than he thought he was in her face. She checked him over and reached up to straighten his tie for him. 

She smiled to him and he just looked like he didn't know what to do.

"Well, um, have a good night, Miss Tusk."

"You as well, Detective."

Harvey tipped his hat to her and stepped out. Once he got down to his car he just sat inside for a moment and racked his brain.

What just happened? Was she... no.

Once he got back to the station he got to his desk and got to work looking back over files. He sat there for a couple of hours and eventually realized the hour and how tired he was. He looked at all his paperwork one last time and sighed before he shoved it aside and looked at his computer. The thought of Miss Tusk crossed his mind and he couldn't help the smirk that came across his face. There was something about her and it's been a while since he's had the time, energy, or motivation to feel attracted to someone. Of course, he sees beautiful Gotham Girls on a daily basis, but there's a difference between seeing someone attractive and actually being attracted to someone.

He entered her name into the database and found her records. 

"Hmm."

She didn't lie, she had indeed been arrested for everything she claimed she had been arrested for. Harvey chuckled as he read one of the reports. She had apparently gotten into a bar fight after taunting a man whom had apparently made some misogynistic comments to her. He found it interesting none of her arrests were for assault but for disturbing the peace. Though, by the sounds of it, most of the fights she got into were not started by her, she never threw the first punch, but she was notably making sure to throw the last punch.

After he looked through her records he went ahead and googled her. He found her facebook and twitter. Ten minutes after lurking around her facebook he closed the tab and sighed. He got back to work.

The next morning Harvey woke up to the smell of the coffee infront of his nose. He lifted his head and snatched the cup of coffee out of the hand of Commissioner Gordon and began drinking it.

"There he is."

Harvey said nothing, he was focused on the coffee.

"Bullock, do you know what time it is?"

Harvey just kept drinking.

"It's noon. Foley said when he came in at eight this morning you were still working. Montoya said she saw you passed out right after nine."

Harvey finished the cup of coffee and set it down. He leaned forward and put his hands in his face and groaned.

"Foley also told me you have officially closed the Reynolds case."

"Commish, I-"

"I know, I managed to pry the paperwork far out from under you before you started drooling allover it. It's taken care of."

Harvey gave the commissioner a bleary look a quiet grunt.

Gordon quirked a hard brow and furrowed his mustache.

"Good work. Go home, get some rest, I'll see you in two days."

"Two days? What'd I do?"

"You're off. It's been on the schedule for a while."

"But-"

"Go."

Harvey grumbled. Even his days off he tended to work.

"Bull-Harvey, you may think this place would fall apart without you for forty eight hours, but I think we'll manage. Go home, have some time off, please don't be a cop for the next two days."

"But-"

"If I have to have someone escort you out of the building, Harvey, I will."

Harvey gave up. He grumbled something under his breath and grabbed his hat pointedly. He yanked his coat on and stomped his way out. Montoya and Gordon exchanged a knowing look as he walked out the door.

"He's the worst to wake up, you're the only one that can do it that doesn't get something thrown at them."

"Renee, you're a remarkable woman."

"Tell me something I don't know, Commissioner."

Harvey's drive home would have been twenty minutes at most, however in the last few minutes of the journey another driver attempting to change lanes checked Harvey's front quarter panel, front bumper, and engine. He wouldn't have cared much, however following the collision his horn was constantly beeping and he couldn't get it to stop. The other driver ran before he had a chance to chase them down. He gave up on pursuing them thanks to the horn getting to him. His eyes were blood shot and his ears throbbing.

Desperately he looked through his phone for a mechanic after pulling over. Then the light bulb finally turned on. He put his car into gear and after ten minutes he was pulling into Reynolds Automotive. The mechanics on duty did not take long to come deal with Harvey, the constant honking was enough to get anyone's attention. It was not long before a familiar face emerged from under a Chevorlet. 

She shooed the other mechanics away and flung Harvey's hood up. Harvey caught it and set it for her. She reached in with delicate touch and found the problem. It was only a few seconds later that the horn finally stopped honking. Harvey did not have his coat on, and his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. 

"Oh my God, thank you."

"Well I didn't realize you were gonna miss me 

that much, Detective."

"Me neither."

"Well ain't I a lucky girl?"

She smiled and giggled a bit. She finally turned to get a look at him and noticed how bad he looked.

"Woah, there, you're lookin' mighty beat."

"Long story."

"I can see that. Well, obviously your car here needs a little work. Leave it with me and I'll take care of it, but what about work? You need to get back there?"

"No, I'm off. I was on my way home."

"Well, I could always call you cab, but... if you're willing to hang around for a little bit longer I could go ahead and take you myself."

"Ah, I don't wanna be a bother."

"Shhh, go inside, sit down, relax, give me a minute here and we'll get you home, alright?"

Before Harvey could protest she took him by his arm and walked him inside. In about forty five minutes she loaded him up in her own car, a rather coy little teal '72 Cutlass. Harvey was exhausted. He didn't say a whole lot on the ride over, he was drained. Once they got to his building she parked and killed the engine.

"Alright, let's get you up there."

"You don't have to-"

"Detective, I'd feel a lot better if you'd just let me make sure you get up there alright, alright?"

"But-eh, fine. You're not the first person to argue with me today."

"Well, hopefully I'll be the last. C'mon."

She got him out and up on his feet. He was walking fine, but he seemed zombie like to her. Once they got to his apartment he didn't seem to be concerned whether she came in or not at that point. Despite his slovenly appearance and piggish ways his apartment was actually organized and clean. It wasn't perfect, but it wasn't the wreck most people would expect it to be. 

Harvey tossed his coat on the coach and flung his hat in that direction as well. 

"Why don't you take a nap?"

Harvey's stomach grumbled. She beckoned him to get to bed.

"Take a nap, I'll make something up for you."

"But-"

"No, bed. Get there."

Harvey continued to attempt protests, but once he was laying down in his bed he found it harder and harder to fight her commands.

It was about six hours later before Harvey woke up. He would have stayed asleep, but his hunger forced him to wake at the smell of food. He had to lay there for a brief moment and recollect everything to remember Miss Tusk brought him home. He assumed the smell was a neighbor and that she likely left. There was a note on his nightstand from her that he couldn't read just yet, his vision was blurry from sleep. He got himself up and into his bathroom. Harvey wasn't the fittest of men, but he was more muscle than fat. Yeah, he had a bit of a gut on him, but he was once a welter weight boxer. Think about that for a minute. He looked down at himself, realizing that he had only been in his wife beater and underwear when he got out of bed. He thanked his past self for being nice enough to remove his pants before sleeping. 

Thirty minutes later Harvey emerged from his bedroom, the smell of the food from earlier got thick in his nostrils and he groaned aloud as he headed toward his kitchen.

"Detective?"

Harvey nearly jumped out of his own skin. His hands instinctively went to where he normally kept his gun holstered, but it was not there. He was dressed in his usual garb minus the tie. He looked into his kitchen to see Miss Tusk at his stove. He thought he was having a dream.

"Oh, woah, wow! Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, but good to see you're up."

"Who..? Wait, Miss Tusk? You're here?"

She smiled.

"Well, not exactly. After I wrestled you down into your bed and got you comfy I borrowed your keys so I could lock your door, I left a note, you must have missed it. Well anyway, I finished up at work, ran home, got showered up, headed out to get a few things and I came back about an hour ago. I told you I was gonna make you somethin'."




Fever Dream



"Wrestled me into bed?"

"Oh, wow, you really were messed up. Yeah your car's at my shop. Your horn was blaring."

Harvey began to recall all of it and nodded.

"Okay, okay, now I remember."

The short, buxom woman was no longer covered in 

grease and grime from work, but she was still wearing the same type of clothing, cut off shorts, shirt, etc. She turned back to the stove and kept at it.

"I thought you could use a little attention."

Harvey stood there. He was frozen. He was totally focused on her. She wasn't facing him, but that was certainly fine with the detective, he didn't mind the view. Eventually he found himself inching toward her.

"Oh, is that so?"

"Sho 'nuff. You probably ain't had none of what I got cookin' for you, Detective."

"I am sure of that."

She turned her head to the side, catching glimpse of him from the corner of her eye before she looked back down to the stove.

"You get a good rest in?"

"Yes, thanks. You really didn't have to do all this, today, you know."

"That's true."

"Then why?"

"Because I wanted to, Detective Bullock. Y'know, I looked into you after you left yesterday. Someone was tellin' me that you're a big grouch, but I fail to see it."

"What if I am?"

"Well, you've been nothin' but sweet to me."

"I don't think anyone has ever called me that."

"Well none of them are me, now are they?"

Harvey was right behind her now. The flirting, the hinting, everything involving her in the last twenty four hours was burning him up. She could feel him behind her, the heat coming off him was easy to feel.

"No, no they aren't, Miss Tusk."

He placed his hand on the counter to her side, his chest mere inches from her back. His hand landed and brushed her own. He watched for her to react. She was quiet, but he could see the rise and fall of her chest in response to his "accidental" contact. He placed his opposite hand lightly on her hip, his fingers splayed all the way from her rips to the out curve of her hip. She was petite, more so than he had realized. He felt her tremble under his hand. He closed his eyes for a moment and inhaled deeply. The scent of her along with whatever the hell she was making filled his nostrils. He was originally planning to apologize for touching her if she seemed surprised by it, but plans change.

"Detective-"

"Harvey, please call me Harvey."

"Harvey, I...um... I-"

The Detective started to retract his hand from her waist.

"Forgive me-"

She pressed her hand atop his, keeping it where it was.

"No, don't stop."

Harvey didn't have to be told twice to comply to such a request. He gripped her waist more firmly and his other hand lazily moved over to her other hip from the counter. He could feel a tremor move through her again at his other hand making contact. He gave a quick and hard tug at her hips, closing that gap between his chest and her back, pressing her up against him. His breaths became a little heavier and warmer as they were hovering just above her left ear. She reached forward and shut off the two burners she was using and then lulled her head back and to the side, exposing her neck more to him. He did not hesitate, he tested it first, pecking at it three times before he buried his face in the crook of her neck. She gasped and his hands began to explore her torso. At first he was gentle, his hands gliding over fabric and skin slowly, but after another minute or so he could feel the tension building in her. If Harvey Bullock had a sixth sense it was knowing when a woman was into him because few ever were. This one, by far, was quite so. 

"I looked into you, too, after leaving yesterday."

She could only muster a quiet moan in response.

"You're a little rough around the edges yourself."

She smiled and chuckled lazily.

"But I don't know... You seem kind of soft to me."

She started to almost look angry at those words, but just as she was about to say something Harvey's hand slipped into her shorts. He made an indignant sound of surprise. She winced and moaned for him.

"You're soaked."

"Mhmm."

"What have you been doing to be that wet?"

"Getting' felt up by you, Detec-Harvey."

Harvey suddenly became ruthless. He used the conversation to distract her and bide time to find her little button. Once he found it he pressed it in all the best ways he knew how to. She gave into him more, leaning back into him, finding it harder and harder to stand the more he worked at her. Once she hit a series of winces and moans Harvey got even more aggressive in his pursuit. Eventually he bit down on her shoulder and then from her emerged a moan with a long gasp. He pulled his hand from her shorts and spun her around. He picked her up, making her wrap her legs around him and her arms around his neck. They both dove into a haphazard kiss and after a moment he gained enough thought and focus to walk over to his kitchen table. He set her down on it and began pressing into her, making her lay back on the table. His lips broke away from hers and as soon as they did she was gasping for air, attempting to catch her breath. She was about to say something but stopped as soon as his lips moved back down to her neck, then her chest. He reached to the hem of her shirt and pressed it up, exposing the red bra. He didn't even dwell there long nor did he attempt to remove the bra, he just kept going south. His hands shifted down to her shorts. He undid her shorts and made quick work to remove them. Once his lips got to her panty line he pulled his head back. He stood at his full height and grabbed one of the chairs, pulled it out, and sat in it. He took a moment to actually look at her underwear. He sighed with a smile at the sight of her drenched panties. He just stared at it for a moment, shaking his head. She was again, about to speak, but this time was quieted by Harvey's slow removal of her panties. She let out a long, cool breath. She was trembling under his touch. Before he did anything else he looked over the rest of her. He smirked devilishly. 

This poor girl has no idea...or does she?

Harvey's mouth and tongue were surprisingly skilled at pleasing a woman. While he may have lacked in long lasting relationships his love making was not ever a reason for termination of the relationship. They leave him because of his attitude, but they stayed for his appetite. It hadn't been terribly long, but it had been long enough. Though, in all his years, after all the amount of interactions he's had with women in this arena, he had to admit none of it had ever been this hot. And it wasn't about how attractive she was physically, though she was quite gorgeous, it was her reactions. The way she responded to him, the way she had been flirting with him before. She was the woman for Harvey, and he knew that before he even realized it.

Harvey pleased her happily. He thought about utilizing his more advanced techniques, but he wanted to pace himself as well as her. He didn't want to give her all the goods he had to offer just yet. He wanted to tease her as well as himself for as long as they both could stand it. Her whimpers and moans grew in volume and frequency rather fast. Harvey was little suspicious at first, usually it wasn't this fast, but decided to give her the benefit of the doubt because she had been especially wet when this all started. He knew she wasn't faking it when it did happen after a few more minutes. Her legs trembled and shook like crazy. Harvey's arms were hooked from under her thighs, keeping them firmly in place as she squirmed in pleasure. Finally that long moan hit and her legs went totally slack. Instead of letting up on her he just kept at it. She whimpered again and her breaths became short again. A few a few minutes and a few screams Harvey stopped. He stood again and hovered over her. She was catching her breath. He gave her a moment, his eyes wandering over her body. She still had on her socks and combat boots. That was enough to make him start to feel his own tension rising. He could feel himself getting harder and harder. He'd hoped to put off his own arousal for another few minutes, but he wasn't going to cry over it. His lips roamed over her stomach and her chest before finding her again. He looked down at her with something fierce in his eyes.

"Mmmmm, what would you like to have?"

She smiled with mischief, though she still looked a little drained from everything he'd just put her through.

"I think its you who's been having me, Detective."

"Damn right, baby doll."

Tusk smiled at him again and reached up. She placed her hand along the side of his jaw and cheek. Her hands, despite the rough work she did with them, were softer than he expected. He closed his eyes for a moment and pressed into her hand a little. She reached her other hand up to the other side of his face and he opened his eyes and looked down at her again.

"When I first saw you yesterday I knew I diidn't just want you, but I needed you. I don't know why, but I suppose half the fun is figuring it out."

Harvey furrowed his brow a little. He surely wouldn't have to admit how enamored he was by her when he first looked at her(he felt it was pretty clear when he could barely speak words at first sight of her), but he was surprised to hear that she had immediately found him attractive. He didn't give himself enough credit though, yeah he had a few extra pounds on him, but he was more handsome a man than he let himself believe, especially when he was shaved and sharply dressed. He had a feeling it had to be something aside from looks.

"I won't contest to that, Miss Tusk."

She drew her finger over his lips.

"You call me Cord."

"Short for... Cordelia?"

"No wonder yousa detective, so smart."

Harvey shook his head, smiling while he bit his bottom lip a little. He wanted her more and more with each word out of her mouth. He dove back down to her stomach, placing nibbles and licks where he so pleased to. She pulled his hair a little and generally kept her hands on the back of his head. Finally he picked her up off the table and was going to carry her off to his bedroom but once she could get her feet on the ground she pushed him down into the chair he'd been sitting in before. She eased onto him, straddling him and made the fast move to his jaw with her lips. She was at that spot just below the ear and just above the end of the jaw. She sucked on his earlobe and he gasped.

HOW? How did she figure that out so fast?

The table was now turned, she took control and with as little remorse as he did. She could keep him only growing more excited. She began undoing the buttons on his shirt, he rolled his head back a little. He could not focus on anything, he was stunned. His mind was just surrounded by a cloud of lust. He was senses and instinct, thought was out the door. Before he knew it she had unzipped his pants and her lovely hand was taking hold of him. Harvey was hers to toy with, he could not stop nor resist if he wanted to. She was assertive, but she was not the same level of aggressive as Harvey. She was much more poised. She pulled back from sucking at his ear lobe and looked at him while she worked him like she was churning butter. Harvey looked back to her and his expression was one of amazement. He could think of nothing but her and what she was doing to him. It would take her a few minutes, but she got him close. He was groaning and his eyes would be shut for a few seconds at a time. She began to ease off, prolonging his suffering as best she could. Harvey was not ready to succumb to her yet, he had other things he wanted to do and he didn't want to stop any time soon. He got a grip of himself enough to move her hand away. He adjusted his pants back in place and stood, throwing her up over his shoulder without warning.

This surprised her and she squirmed around as he headed to his bedroom. Once there he tossed her down on the bed from his shoulder and nearly instantly was climbing atop her.

"Hey, I wasn't finished with you."

"You still ain't, toots."

Harvey tossed off his unbuttoned shirt and leaned down to her below. He snaked his hand between her back and the bed and began undoing the clasps on her bra while he kissed her. Once he got it free from her person he tossed the bra off. She started to kick one of her work boots off and Harvey stopped her.

"Leave 'em on."

She smiled as if he'd been asked a very important question and he'd given the right answer. He mashed their mouths back together. In the meantime she unzipped his pants again and began working his pants off. He complied, but never broke the kiss. She did the same with his underwear. Once he got those oft she gave him another hard push like before and this time she put him down to his back. He wasn't expecting it and could never have seen it coming. She was stronger than she looked. Harvey looked up at her. She climbed atop him to straddle him again as he reached up to her chest. The bra had them strapped down quite a bit because they practically spilled out of it. She leaned down to him so he could get a mouthful. He jerked his head back and growled a few seconds later when he could feel that slick part of her rubbing against his own. 

Without thought Harvey took hold of her hips and found her instantly. While he eased into her she eased down on him. Harvey could not muster words, nor could she. She was wetter, tighter, and more toned than he could have imagined. He was long, but not too long (girls don't like getting impaled after all) and rich with girth. He felt huge inside her and she felt tiny around him. 

They went slow at first, she needed to get adjusted to him as much as he needed to adjust to her, but it did not take long. Soon she was using all the power she had in her legs to give him everything she had to offer. Harvey was meeting her with his own thrusts, attempting to lessen the amount of work she would have to do. With both their efforts it wasn't but five minutes until she started trembling as she had earlier. 

And that's number five.

She collapsed down on him and he caught her. He throbbed inside her while her muscles contracted around him. He gave a moan with his arms wrapped around her. He moved and shifted and adjusted them both. He put her on her back, gently, and slid into her again. She moaned at his entrance and he smiled down to her. She was trying to hold onto him, but she was too hot and bothered to focus. He watched her and her body as he drove into her. She hardly took her own eyes off him. She watched his face and his body as well, noting how he moved and how he reacted to each thrust. He initially held her by her waist but she ended up spreading her legs out more and higher so he just placed his hands on the mattress at her sides, thus allowing her legs to rest against his biceps. Soon they were both nearing their own respective climaxes simultaneously.

"Detective.....ahhhhh"

"Mizzzzzz Tusk..."

Three hard thrusts from Bullock and trembling followed with complete slack from Tusk put them both down for the count. Harvey stayed there for a moment, mind boggled and recovering, before he eventually broke from her and slumped beside her on the bed. They weren't even on the bed at the proper angle. They were on it diagonally. Harvey reached over and grabbed a pillow. They were both were not speaking, they were trying to catch their breath. He slid the pillow up underneath their heads, she lifted hers at the sight of the pillow. Once she got her breath caught enough she rolled toward him and draped an arm across his bare chest. He wrapped his arm closest to her around her and pulled her in to him a little. She rested her head on his shoulder. She stared at his jaw and he stared at the ceiling while they continue to lay in their exhausted silence. Finally, after about seven minutes total, Harvey turned his head to her. 

She looked up at him.

"We should get married."

Tusk clicked her tongue and smiled to him.

"Can we do it tonight?"

Harvey was continually surprised by this woman and he loved it. He meant it mostly as a joke, but that just made him want to actually do this. He lifted his head to look at his clock.

"Maybe."

Harvey scrambled up to his feet and grabbed a robe on his way out of his room. He pulled it on and let it hang off him loosely and then pulled it somewhat closed and tied the belt off.

He found his phone in his coat and pulled it out. He looked through some numbers and eventually found the one he was looking for.

"Hey, Judge Peters? Look, look, look, I know you don't like me much, but I was wondering if you could do me a favor. You still up at the courthouse?"

Harvey began heading back into the bedroom. He nodded and she looked up to him. He was giving her a thumbs up.

"Yeah, mhmm. Alright, look, don't worry, this favor ain't nothin' you can't handle, its just something I want to do TONIGHT if at all possible. You'll see when I get there. Alright, okay, I'll be there in less than twenty, alright? Thank you so much, bye."

Harvey hung up the phone.

"We can do it tonight."

"But in twenty minutes? I need to run home and get a dress fir-"

Harvey pulled her up to him and kissed her before breaking the kiss from her.

"Just put on what you were wearing earlier and I'll do the same. That's how we found each other, right?"

She smiled, tilted her head and just gazed at him.

"I love you about as much as moon loved the sun, Detective."

"Ditto, ditto, doll. That's what it was last night. I couldn't sleep at all, I just ended up passing out at my desk at work. I couldn't rest until you were here. I've loved you since yesterday, that has to be it."

Tusk pulled him down to her by his neck and they kissed for a little while. Harvey broke the kiss.

"Alright, we gotta get dressed, c'mon."

They both sprung to action. She tossed him his boxers and he handed her the bandana she'd lost earlier. They got done dressing and all but sprinted down to her car. She gave him the keys because he knew better where they were going. 

Harvey happened to be one of the most talented pursuit and evasive drivers in town if not the best in the police department. He switched gears and changed lanes like a pro. Her heart was a flutter. He would come to find out soon that she was just as good as he was, though he was strongest in pursuit, she was strongest in evasion.

Fifteen minutes later they burst into the Judge's chambers as expected. The Judge looked at him but then raised a brow at her. They both looked as if they'd been running a marathon. She glistened with sweat while Harvey wiped his brow with a handkerchief.

"Detective Bullock? What's going on?"

"We need to get married."

"Married? Who are you?"

"WC Tusk, yer honor."

The judge looked over the woman in amazement. Not only was she beautiful but she was from the south. He shook his head.

"And you want to marry...him?"

"Yes, sir, I do."

"Alright, fine. Just give me a moment and I'll have my secretary draw up the papers."

The judge paged his secretary to please bring marriage license paperwork.

"You'll have to have a witness, Detective, Miss."

Harvey and her looked at eachother in panic.

"Oh shit! I didn't even think of that!"

"Me neither, but I don't know much of anyone here in Gotham just yet."

Harvey thought about it for a moment. Who would be by at a moment's notice if he called them up.

"FOLEY!"

Harvey got his phone out and found Foley's number. 

"Foley, don't ask me why, and don't tell anyone, but I need you to get to the courthouse, Judge Peters' chambers RIGHT NOW! This is important and you tell no one, under any circumstances."

Harvey tilted his head for a moment and then suddenly he balled up his fist.

"I KNOW I'M OFF DUTY AND YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO REPORT TO THE COMMISSIONER IF I CALL YOU ABOUT WORK STUFF RIGHT NOW BUT THIS ISN'T A WORK THING!"




Fever Dream



Harvey calmed a little.

"FOLEY, I JUST NEED YOU OVER HERE! NOW, please."

Harvey hung up the phone.

"Alright, cool, he's alright at HQ, he'll be here in ten, that gives us time to fill out paperwork."

They both filled out paperwork a bit more furiously than they probably needed to. They were both just full of adrenaline. They each finished what they needed to fill out and handed it to the judge. The Judge went over it and Foley finally made it.

"Hey Lieutenant, your honor, and-"

"Foley, shut up for a second. Alright, this is Fred, but you don't get to call her that. You can call her-"

Tusk rolled her eyes at Harvey. He'd obviously seen that her full name was Winifred Cordelia Tusk. 

"Just call me Cordy."

"Uh, hi there..."

"Foley, shhh. So here's what's happening: Fred and I are getting married-"

"Woah! What? Hold the phone, Bullock, what? When did all this happen?"

"They met yesterday," barked Judge Peters who was skeptical of the whole thing.

"Are you sure this is a good idea, Lieutenant?"

"Foley, how many times I gotta tell you to shut up? Anyway, we need a witness."

"But why me?"

"FOLEY, SHUT UP! Its gotta be you."

"But why not Montoya, or Gordon, or Bock-"

"FOLEY, LOCK DOWN YOUR MOUTH! I can't have asked any of them because they wouldn't have come because I'm off duty. They would have thought this was a work thing."

"Well I thought it-"

"NO WAY!" rung out the voice of Renee Montoya as she began strutting into the chambers.

"FOLEY! I TOLD YOU TO NOT TELL ANYONE!"

"SHE LITERALLY TWISTED MY ARM."

"Bullock, Harvey, Harv, what the hell, man? You're not only getting married but you wanted to keep it a secret from all of us?"

"They only met yesterday," chimed the Judge.

Then all of them were talking over eachother in great confusion. A loud whistle sounded through the room and the others all groaned. Miss Tusk smiled at them all after she was done whistling.

"I love him, and if any y'all wanna be haters then please leave the damn room."

Harvey slung his arm over her shoulders and pulled her into him. He planted a kiss on the top of her head and sighed happily.

"See, I love her. Put up or shut up, we're getting married. Judge, you ready to do this?"

The judge sighed and nodded. Harvey looked over to Foley and Montoya.

Montoya's jaw was on the floor and Foley gave a dutiful nod.

"I'll be your witness."

"I'll sign it to, Harv."

Harvey looked down to Miss Tusk.

"Let's get it done, Detective."

Harvey smiled and turned to the judge. The judge nodded and looked down to note cards he had and put on a pair of reading glasses. He looked back to everyone, gazing over the rim of his glasses.

"Whether we can believe it or not we are all gathered here to witness a marriage between these two people. This is no light duty nor task, but a lifetime bond to be upheld by the law and by love. While the rest of us may find this all very haphazard and potentially dangerous something has overtaken these two before us so strongly that they have come realize that they may not be apart after only knowing each other for a whole day. Again, most will think it foolish, but I am seeing, now, the beauty in this urgency."

The judge glanced back down to his notes, it was mostly the basic outline he used for ceremonies.

"Do either of you have any vows you'd like to exchange?"

Harvey nodded.

"I do. Alright, look here, toots, I met you yesterday. You were covered in grease and smiles. I came to talk to you about your boss who you found dead. I'm sorry that was what crossed our paths, but hey, if you're gonna die of autoerotic asphyxiation then I guess, at least, two people meeting and marrying a day after meeting makes it worth something, right? I don't know what it is or how, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since I met you. I really don't know hardly a thing about you except that you're a mechanic, from Texas, and none of your damn living room furniture matches, but I wanna spend the rest of my days on this planet getting to know you better."

Harvey took his mother's ring that he wore on his pinky and took her left hand. He slid the ring on her ring finger and it was a perfect fit. 

Foley and Montoya looked at each other for a moment. She rolled her eyes at him and handed him a tissue from her pocket. When he turned his attention back to Bullock and Tusk she snuck one into her hand and hid it well, but dabbed at her eye every so often. Miss Tusk took her turn. Hand in hand with Harvey.

"Detective, when I looked through the little peep hole thing on my door my heart skipped a beat. When I opened the door to you it stoppe. Some people don't believe in love at first sight, I was one of those people until yesterday. There is something about you that if anyone ever threatened or harmed you I'd be happy to cut them for you. Maybe this is all just some crazy fever dream one of us is having, maybe we just put off the right scent to one another, I dunno, all I do know is I too, want to spend the rest of my days becoming and being your best friend."

She took a necklace handing around her neck off and slipped a hardware nut off of it that looked big enough for Harvey's ring finger. He smiled as she slid it on his finger and actually fit. 

"Lieutenant Harvey Bullock, do you take this woman to be your wife in the eyes of the law and your peers?"

"I do."

"Winifred Cordelia Tusk, do you take this man to be your husband in the eyes of the law and your peers?"

"Oh hell yeah, I do.

The Judge had them all sign where they needed to sign and then he signed it himself.

"With the power invested in me by the City of Gotham and it's municipal court I know pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride, detective."

She jumped up and he caught her. She wrapped her legs around him and he supported her weight by holding her at her backside. She had her arms wrapped around his neck and lips pressed into his. Montoya took her phone out and took a picture. Harvey broke the kiss to say something to Montoya.

"And sent to the Major Crimes Unit as well as other departments."

"Oh and I have video. I am posting it on the court's facebook page." The judge's secretary was smiling and pointing to her phone.

Harvey was about to start yelling at them both but Cordy turned his head back to her.

"its better everybody knows now than find out later, they are your coworkers and friends, aren't they?"

Harvey gave her a nod and smiled again just before they began kissing.

"Nice. I like her," said Montoya.

"Yeah, she's probably the Beast Master."

Montoya shook her head and looked down to her phone as it blew up with texts.

Harvey's began going off as well. He ignored it. The judge cleared his throat.

"I don't mean to be the party pooper, but it is closing time, ladies and gentlemen."

"Hey Harv, everyone wants us to go to the 42nd Street pub. Some of them are already there, others are getting off shift and headed there."

"What do you think about that, Mrs. Bullock?"

"Sounds good, but... we're gonna need a few minutes, and we'll catch up."

Foley snickered, Montoya jabbed him in the arm and motioned that they should leave. 

"Alright, sounds good, see you in a few."

Once they were out of the judge's chambers and out of ear shot of anyone passing by, the new Mrs. Bullock grabbed Harvey by his arms and looked up to him.

"Alright, where can we go an consummate around here?"

"Here? In the courthouse?"

"Yeah."

"I LOVE MY WIFE!"



Fever Dream



It was hot this July. Jess was practically panting as she walked out of the office toward her car and the wave of heat swept over her. It had been over 100 everyday for the past two weeks and nobody was in a hurry to do anything. Today however, she was in a rush to get home. 

Today Jess and her husband Ryder were celebrating their 10th anniversary. They had married each other very young and their relationship hadn't been the smoothest road, but she loved him. This had been a rough year for them, new jobs, moving to a new state, it had all taken a small toll on their relationship. She was always tired from work and so was he. It had been hard to find even a spare moment to have a conversation. They hadn't discussed any plans for the night. He had told her happy Anniversary on his way out the door that morning, and she imagined they would just relax around the house and maybe have dinner together. Traffic was turning out to be a bitch...

She got back to the house a bit late and Ryder was already there. He smiled and hugged her when she came in the door. "Happy anniversary hun." He told her again.

She smiled weakly and told him the same and that she was exhausted. She went limp in his arms. She wanted to stay there a bit longer but she was aching for a shower. She just needed to scrub off the grime that a southern summer brings with it. She made her way to the bedroom and hopped in the shower. As soon as the lukewarm water hit her back all the tension spilled off of her shoulders. She recalled something she had heard once about washing your worries down the drain but couldn't put her finger on where it was from. 

As she got out of the shower something seemed different. The faint smell of lavender incense permeated the bathroom door, and she could hear the soft tones of her favorite music in the bedroom. It was a type of slow electric violin instrumental that nobody else seemed to have heard of. 

Just then a light rap on the door snapped her back out of the trance and into reality. Ryder cracked the door open and walked in admiring her shapely figure. She was petite, a little over 5ft and 100 lbs. her eyes were a devastating hazel complementing her red hair, and she had an ass to die for. 

"Hey there lover," he said, "you ready for tonight?" 

"Sure?" She said hesitantly wondering what he had in mind. She made her way out into the bedroom and noticed the glowing candles laid about the room and the burning incense as she started to get dressed. She pulled out a low cut night slip and a matching lace thong that she had bought to commemorate the occasion and slid into them. 

"What do you think?" She asked him as she did a little twirl in front of their mirror. Then she felt his strong arms close around her and she went limp again. 

"Ravishing" he said, and then she felt his arms moving upwards and a soft silk scarf covered her eyes.

He lifted her off the ground and kissed her and she immediately fell back into the trance. The music, the smell of the burning incense, and the glow of the candlelight on her skin consumed her senses as he placed her gently on the bed. He kissed her lightly moving from her lips to her ears and down the side of her neck. He worked his way down to her chest and stomach kissing her and massaging her perfect tits, giving light pinches to her nipples. Then she felt his tongue softly flicking her clit and lips through the sheer lace of her panties. Just a slight touch, but never the less sent chills down her spine. 

Then she felt him by her shoulder and reached out to touch him. Her hand met warm skin. A stiff thick shaft; she slowly closed her fingers around it and massaged it slowly. It dawned on her that something was a little different, it was about the same size but noticeably thicker, smooth and strong with a slight downward curve towards the head. Ryder's cock was always curved slightly upward when it was hard. It hit all the right spots when they did missionary but it was always more difficult for him to take her from behind. 

She felt a hand slowly caress her hair and suddenly there was Ryder whispering into her ear through the the trance. "This is my friend Dillinger and he's here tonight to assist me in worshipping your amazing body. We are going to help you explore the limits of your pleasure and push the boundaries of your sexual experience." 

Jess couldn't comprehend what she was hearing, her mind was moving in too many directions matching the hands that were slowly caressing her sensitive skin. She felt them lie down on either side of her. The two bodies surrounding her in warmth, touching her and massaging her. She felt her senses taking over and she let go. She reached down and took a warm cock in each hand as Ryder kissed her neck and Dillinger massaged her tits and sucked her nipples. They were hard and pulsing. Ryder was slightly above average in length and smooth with a thick defined head, while Dillinger was thick and well veined with a pronounced downward curve. She felt their hands caressing her legs and moving up her thighs. Then her lace thong slowly slipped off as if by itself. She spread her legs slightly in anticipation and then she felt one of them move. 

Ryder began kissing her deeply and then she felt Dillinger slide between her legs and his tongue gently parted her lips. It was like an instant flood of desire as soon as his mouth closed around her pussy and she was almost dripping. Ryder's kiss muffled her moans. His tongue flicked back and forth rhythmically, rocking her toward an intense orgasm and she was still stroking Ryder's now rock hard member with both hands. Then Dillinger pulled away and turned her over on her stomach. She sat up on her knees and arched her back high in the air showing off her perfect ass. She buried her head in Ryder's lap as Dillinger went to work again. 

He squeezed her ass with both hands and probed both of her holes with his tongue in and out licking her up and down and sucking her clit gently. Then he raised up and pressed his cock against her lips, he pushed in slow and deep. He was thicker than she had originally assumed and it hurt a little bit. He began to thrust slow and deep and the slight pain quickly gave way to a sense of fullness. She could feel him inside her, every inch of his cock as it plunged into her. The downward angle of his cock was amazing and he was hitting a spot she hadn't ever felt before. She felt herself getting wetter and wetter and she could hear a gentle wet sucking sound as he pounded her deep. 

She realized that she was moaning and panting loudly and felt Ryder's cock pressing against the side of her cheek as she lay on his lap. She took his cock in her mouth and started slowly sucking his head, he was throbbing. She didn't normally suck him but she just had to have something to muffle her moaning? She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm and she could hear the sucking sounds getting louder as his cock pressed against her front wall. A slight bit of her juice began to trickle down her leg and Ryder leaned down and gasped into her ear.

"Just let yourself go, release the tension baby."

Then she felt him reach back and spread her ass wide giving Dillinger a good view while he fucked her. Dillinger took a firm grip on her ass and pressed his thumb against her tight hole. His thumb entered her with a wet pop and sank deep inside her. That was all she needed to go over the top. she came hard and her juice flowed out like a fountain and trickled down her quivering legs. Dillinger kept going as she screamed in pleasure, plunging in and out of her, his cock covered in her slippery fluid.

Dillinger pulled out and both of them helped her up to her knees, holding her upright to steady her. 

"Are you ok babe?" Asked Ryder. 

She was more than ok, she was in heaven. She suddenly got a new burst of energy and decided to do something she didn't normally do, she dropped down and started sucking their cocks. She wasn't really very big on blowjobs but this was different. She felt herself getting competitive. which one of them could she get to cum first? As she heard both men start to groan she got sloppier and wetter. With each suck she tried pushing deeper alternating between the two of them, she told herself to relax, she was going to give them the blowjob of a lifetime. "Just relax your throat" she told herself as she pushed harder on each one. 

It was Ryder she got first, his long smooth cock slipped past the back of her tongue and into her throat. She heard him grunt with pleasure and she felt Dillinger grow harder in her hand. Next it was Dillinger's turn. She relaxed and readied herself and then she went down on him pushing as far back as she could. Just as she thought she couldn't go any deeper he gave her a little assistance with his hand on the back of her head and his cock slowly slid the rest of the way into her mouth. 

She then alternated between both men now groaning audibly as she pleased them. She desperately want to hear one of them moan signaling he was about to orgasm. She was filled with desire to push her mouth all the way down and feel the hot cum spurting straight into her throat. 

They both pulled away and lifted her back to her feet. Ryder picked her up and she wrapped her Legs around his waist. She kissed him deeply as he slid his cock inside her deeper and deeper. Dillinger's hands on her ass slowly and gently helped to lower her down onto her husband's throbbing cock. She began bouncing up and down and Ryder's thick head plunging in and out of her was drawing her juices down. 

She heard the sloppy sucking sounds again as her fluids started running down his cock. Then Dillinger spread her ass and she could feel him putting slight pressure on her. She could feel that his cock was fully lubed up. Each time she bounced down on it she released her muscles a little more. Both men stopped and grabbed her hips pressing down, and she gasped as he entered her from behind. 

It was almost mind blowing. She felt fuller than she ever had before. They went slow at first and her slight pain subsided quickly. Soon she was bouncing up and down hard and fast with both of them plunging deep inside her. She could hear them grunting and groaning with pleasure as the inside of her tight body massaged them, her holes holding their cocks in a slippery vice grip of pleasure. 

They came at the same time. She heard them, she knew it was coming, but she wasn't prepared for it. Both men pushed down on her hips going as deep as they could and she felt both cocks spurting like fountains inside of her. The feeling pushed her over the edge again, the hot cum filling her pussy and ass drove her back to orgasm and she screamed and arched her back. They kept pumping her and letting her ride out the wave of pleasure as she contracted her muscles and dripped heavily. They gently lifted her and laid her on the bed. She felt the satin sheets caress her skin and Ryder's arm around her. She kissed him and drifted off quickly into a deep sleep, entranced by the music that was still playing.

The next morning she awoke late to the smell of bacon and pancakes cooking in the kitchen. She walked out to meet Ryder and offer him a hug. She looked down in the mirror and realized that somehow she had made it back into her slip from the night before. 

He was standing in the kitchen cooking and he turned to smile at her as she came out. 

"Happy next day after our anniversary," he said. She kissed him and sat at the kitchen bar. 

"So that was crazy." She said. "Where did your friend Dillinger go?" 

"Whose Dillinger?" He asked as he placed her smiley face pancakes with bacon down in front of her. "You went to bed awful early last night. I had a date planned and everything."



Fever dreams



1. Fever Dreams

She knew she should have put her foot down about taking this trip. His coughs were worse than before. He had been coming down with the flu for almost a week, but she had not been able to convince him to postpone their annual anniversary trip. It was a two-day drive and around noon she had ordered him to wrap himself in a blanket and lay down in the back. She had been driving for 4 hours straight and by now he was burning with a fever. So she had decided not to push for their destination for that day - another 4 hours away - but to look for a local hotel or guesthouse. Winter days were short and dusk was upon them when she saw the sign: Gasthaus Zum Jungen Hase, 3 kilometers. 

A long 3 kilometers on the narrow winding road uphill, but it looked inviting and she left him sleeping in the car to check for vacancies. The buxom lady who had welcomed her had also helped her to get him up the stairs and into the cosy attic room. Se had told her not to worry about the car. She could place that in the shed after she had tended to her husband. 

He had hardly woken from his fever-induced sleep when she had undressed him. Now he slept between the crisp white sheets in the old fashioned wooden bed. 

She took in the surroundings for the first time - she could have been in a time warp. All the furnishing looked at least a hundred years old. Wallpaper with pink roses and pale green vines, a porcelain washbasin with a big jar, filled with water, the open fire, which had been lid by the landlady. She enjoyed the last rays of sunshine on the hilltops before she closed the burgundy, velvet curtains of the double doors, which led to a small balcony.

Turning around, she realised that the light was not electric either. It came from a beautifully decorated oil lamp with a big white porcelain shade.

She checked on her man once more and went down to put her car away and get her luggage.

He woke up in a strange room, feeling hot and sweaty. He called for his wife, but in the dim light a young woman in local dress got up from the chair beside his bed and helped him drink - hot lemonade with a dose of alcohol in it. He dozed off again, wondering where he was, who...

The next time he woke the room was darker than before, but his mind had cleared a bit. The fever had broken and he was just exhausted. He eagerly drank the thick chicken soup out of the bowl that was handed to him by the same woman. 

He observed her in the little light that the oil lamp on the nightstand provided. 

Her hair was pleaded and then rolled into two disks besides her ears. Her wide skirt and lace apron were long, halfway to her calves. A gold embroidered vest closed with a string in front so tightly that it pushed up her able breast in their thin cotton blouse. 

He was overcome by a fit of coughing again, but his energy had returned. As he observed her cleavage, he felt a familiar stir in his groin.

He wanted to ask the woman where he was, to call his wife, but she signalled him to be silent.

She turned back the duvet and sat on the bed. Smiling she took his cock in her hands and started stroking him. He could not see her too well, now that she was beyond the circle of light, but he felt her cool teasing fingers all the more. Her strokes became firmer till she softly pulled on his cock every time her fingers made an upward movement. When he closed his eyes and relaxed, she stopped her massage. 

He looked up again and saw her opening her blouse, till her fleshy breasts popped out. Still smiling she bent over him. She placed his cock in her cleavage with one hand and tickled his balls with the other.

She spoke for the first time in a deep, husky voice: "Are we having fun, baby?" 

All he could manage was a deep sigh, which again triggered his coughs. This set his body rocking, but with her two hands on her tits she kept his little friend captive between her breasts and continued to softly tickle him with her little fingers. He thought he would explode then and there. This was beyond anything he had ever experienced - getting off on his own coughs!!

For a moment he thought he would pass out, but she released his cock and leaned back to the footboard, still holding her breasts and moving them this and that way to show them off.

To have a better look at her, he sat upright and crossed his legs - his member still erect and throbbing. She smiled and kicked off her shoes. She was wearing black woollen stockings and he had a glimpse at an also black garter belt. She moved closer to him and also crossed her legs beneath her wide skirts. Then she quickly bent forwards and grabbed his cock again. She held him like that for a few seconds and looked him straight in the eyes - she very slowly licked her lips. It was done so sensuous, so horny, and so whore-like, that his cock moved of his own account. As she felt it, she smiled wide and bent down, licking the tip and then slowly taking him in her mouth deeper and deeper. All the while her tongue swirled around his shaft and her fingers played over his thighs, his balls, his knees. She softly sucked as she slowly moved back half way. Her tongue now paid full attention to the head and her fingers softly massaged the shaft. She sucked hard and he left her mouth with a popping sound. She kept kissing and licking him, but did not take him into her mouth again, no matter how much he lifted his abdomen. 

"If you want that again, you have to earn it, dear," she whispered. She gave his cock one last kiss and jumped off the bed.

He admired her bouncing tits and wondered what she had in mind next. But he did not get a chance to observe her further as he started coughing again. She was beside him in a split second and softly patted his back, which was helpful.

He swung his arm around her middle and pulled her close. She tried to pull away, but his energy had returned and her struggles were to no avail. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her over his lap - and when she stopped struggling, he lifted her skirts.

She was wearing a black garter belt; that and a lace under skirt was all the underwear in sight. So his attention was drawn to the soft pink skin of her thighs above her coarse black stocking and how they formed into two tight, round buttocks with the little treasure in between. 

He ran his fingers over her flesh, just above the stockings, which made her shiver. It was his turn to smile now. She struggled to escape from his hold, but when he turned her arm on her back, she sighed and relaxed. 

When he slowly slipped his hand between her thighs to explore her sex, she crossed her legs to prevent this. He slapped her bottom hard. Again he tried to feel her sex and again she tried to stop him. He whacked both cheeks again. She struggled to get away from him, but her had a firm hold. He caressed her rear and she relaxed again. He patted her buttocks and she giggled and wriggled. When he spanked her again, she just flexed her muscles, which send such cute ripples through her skin. This time, when he moved his hand between her thighs, she no longer resisted and he experienced a satisfying wetness between her legs.

For the first time he spoke: "So you actually like a man to be the boss. Then I better make sure that I earn the rest of the blowjob which you so rudely interrupted." He pulled her legs wide and straddled one thigh with his leg. He spanked her till his hand started to sting and then focused his attention on her cunt. It was so wet and so hot, he was severely tempted to take her then and there. But there was still a lot of potential in her: so he pulled on her lips, stoked his fingers in her cunt, caressed her g-spot till she was squirming and writhing on his lap. He slapped her behind again and enjoyed the way she flexed and relaxed her muscles in an attempt to avoid the sting. Her cheeks were as red as the curtains and he did not think she could take much more. When he slipped his index finger deep into her cunt again, she clamped down on him.

He decided to tease her just a bit more. "If you want release, you have to earn it, dear."

She groaned when he said, "Come and bent over the chair, here." 

She barely made it to the chair, for her legs were so wobbly. She bent over it, her hands resting on the velvet armrests.

He whacked her behind again - "Spread your legs!" She spread her legs and rested her underarms on the arms rests. He just flicked his fingers on the red area on her buttocks and she almost jumped. "Too comfy, dear. Rest you hands on the seat and lift your head!" He flicked the other cheeks.

She had done as he told and waited what would happen next. Would he spank her again or did he have something else in mind? She felt how hard her nipples were and how hot and wet her pussy. She turned her head to see what would be next, but that earned her another whack on her behind. She felt his hot cock in her crack and his warm hands randomly moving over her back. She pushed her behind back at him, for she wanted to feel him inside her, but he stepped back. 

She waited, not daring to look back again for her ass was hot and burning. She felt his warm body against her rear - it felt so nice. "Keep you hands where they are, dear and stand still for the next few minutes - you might just earn yourself the best fucking you ever had."

She stood as still as she could and for seconds nothing happened. Anticipation made her super sensitive. She could not help jumping when he pinched her nipples. The moment she jumped he pushed his cock deep into her.

"I told you to stand still, dear. So things will take a little longer for you and will be all the more pleasant for me. It's been a while since my little friend enjoyed a good cunt massage."

He had planted his feet firmly on the floor in full anticipation of the joy to come. He scratched her hot ass with his fingernails and felt how the shiver along her spine ended in her clenching his cock. When she released her hold on him, he pulled her nipples and felt the instant reaction of her cunt again. He kept playing this game, changing his attention from her ass to her nipples, to her clit randomly. Wherever he touched her, she rewarded him with a perfect massage of his member.

When she was panting and gyrating her hips, he decided to end the playtime and get down to some serious fucking. He took a firm hold of her hips and pushed her forward, so that her knees were against the seat of the chair. He pushed into her hot hole with deep, hard thrusts. She had no room to manoeuvre and experienced the full force of his attention, which turned her cunt to liquid fire. The world had disappeared a long time ago and now there was only this maddening presence inside her. Even her arms gave way and she rested her head on the seat and pushed her sex into him, clenching, then pulsating, gasping for air till he finally stopped pounding his cock into her and stretched his back and released a hot flow in her. She felt as if she was floating, hovering 2 feet off the ground. They stayed like that for a little while, till they recovered a little. 

He slipped out of her and turned her around. He planted a long lingering kiss on her quivering lips and led her to the bed. 

He placed himself cross-legged against the headboard again. She looked at him and made a gesture that seemed to say, what next. 

"I think I earned it, don't you agree?" was all he said. She looked at him puzzled "I don't get it." she finally admitted.

"I think I earned your sweet lips on my shaft and your throat at my cock's head again. Let's see how good you really are. Think you can resurrect him or does your ass need a little incentive? "

She snuggled between his legs and played with her lollipop till he fell asleep with a content smile on his face.

When he woke up the next morning his wife was still sleeping; her head on his shoulder. He took in the strange surroundings. This was not their usual stop on the way to their holiday cottage in the Swiss mountains - a memory emerged and he was not sure if it had been real or just the dream of a fevered mind. 

His wife stirred and as always he enjoyed watching her wake up. She smiled at him when he told her he felt so much better. But there was this little voice nagging about the events of last night. Had it been real or just a very vivid dream - fever did strange things to your perception. 

The memory alone was enough for him to get horny again and he embraced his wife, cupping one breast and sliding his other hand between her thighs.

"Nothing like sex in the morning, baby. Do we have time?" 

"Mmmm," she replied, "time is not the issue, but I'm so sore from last night, I think I'll pass."

Which left him open-mouthed as well as tongue-tied.