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Fever Ch. 01

By: moonbladem



It was Connor’s first day on the job as the head of Public Relations at a new company, and thoughts ran through his mind as he walked up the long, relatively steep and narrow stairs, He saw the company’s name on the door, opened it, and was met by an attractive lady at reception. She looked up and correctly guessed whom he was. She stepped around her desk and greeted him warmly.

“Connor Thompson, right? Your first day today? Hi, my name’s Noraini,” she extended her hand with a smile and they shook hands.

“Hello Noraini,” Connor smiled back, looking around at the office. Everyone was mostly already there and he noticed them smiling and looking at him in fascination. They probably hadn’t had much contact with African-Americans, but that was understandable, given that this was Singapore, and after all, populated by mostly Asians. Although cosmopolitan and a melting pot of various cultures, most of the expatriates were Caucasian, with very few like himself. Even then, expatriates made up a small percentage of the population. The rest of the foreigners they came across were mostly tourists.

“You can call me Nor for short. Mr. Lee told me to expect you,” Nor smiled. “Welcome. Let me introduce you to everybody and then we’ll get you settled in your new office.”

So Nor spent the next several minutes introducing Connor to his new co-workers. They started on the floor they were on, the Editorial department, responsible for churning out newsletters, brochures, magazines and what not for their various clients. Everyone greeted him warmly. Connor noticed the door that said ‘Editor’ at the end.

Nor saw him looking and explained, “That’s the Editor’s office. She’s away on vacation right now but we’re expecting her back tomorrow. I’ll introduce you to her then.”

Next, they went upstairs, where his Public Relations department was. Again, he was warmly welcomed. Nor pointed to the closed door marked ‘Public Relations’ and on the second line, ‘Manager’, in slightly smaller lettering. “That’s your office. Mr. Lee’s is directly opposite yours,” she said, pointing to a door simply marked ‘The Boss’. Connor chuckled. It was obvious from when Mr. Lee interviewed him that he had a sense of humor, a trait he appreciated.

“Before you settle in though, let me introduce you to our team in the Graphics department,” she said and led him up yet another flight of stairs.

“Phew! That’s a lot of steps!” Connor grinned. “Good exercise with all this running up and down you guys do here though.”

Nor laughed and explained, “This used to be a shophouse in the olden days, before they converted them to offices and rented them out. As you may have noticed, the ‘shop’ portion of the shophouses now house companies like boutiques, bakeries and what have you. They were going to demolish all of these shophouses to make way for more modern complexes, but decided to restore them instead. I like the idea. It allows us to retain part of our architectural and cultural heritage.”

“Oh I love it,” Connor agreed. “They’re certainly charming.”

After all the introductions were made, Nor led him back to his office. “Lunch is at twelve, and the bathroom’s at the end of the hall. If you need help with anything or have more questions, my extension is listed, along with everyone else’s, on your phone.” She gave him a quick tutorial on how to use their phone system, smiled, and left.

Connor spent the next few minutes situating himself in his new office. After awhile, Mr. Lee popped his head in and gave him a huge grin.

“So Connor,” he greeted him. “How’s your first day so far?”

“Wonderful. Still getting my bearings but I should get settled in soon,” Connor smiled, standing up and shaking his new boss’s hand.

“Did Nor introduce you to everybody?”

“Yes she did. She did a great job,” Connor nodded.

“Good. There’s one more person you should meet tomorrow, the editor,” Mr. Lee said. “Although her department and yours are primarily independent of each other, there will be several occasions when you’ll need to work together, especially when we’re serving the same client.”

“Yes Sir, I’m looking forward to meeting her,” Connor replied.

“I also took the liberty of setting up a meeting between you and your new department, so that they can brief you on their status, our ongoing projects, and what needs to be done,” Mr. Lee said. He looked at his watch and pointed, “And the meeting starts in about five minutes as a matter of fact. I’ll sit in this time and help you where I can.”

“Goodness gracious, I’d better gather my notebook then,” Connor said, snatching up his notebook and a pen, before heading downstairs with Mr. Lee.

* * *

The next day, Connor heard a knock on his office door. “Come in,” he invited, quickly reading through what he just typed before looking up from his computer.

Nor opened the door and smiled. “Connor, I’d like to introduce you to our editor, Kelly Chen,” she said, as Kelly moved into view. “Kelly, this is Connor Thompson, the new head of Public Relations.”

Connor stood up to greet Kelly, and was stunned by her beauty. Her long, flowing black hair framed a very attractive, oval face. Her large, almond-shaped, dark brown eyes, accompanied by long, thick eyelashes, were sparkling and expressive. Her soft, kissable lips were turned up in a warm, gorgeous smile. His eyes had already taken in her figure as they swept up, before resting on her face. All in all, she was a heart-stopping vision of sexiness.

“Hi Connor,” Kelly grinned, shaking hands with him. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Same here, Kelly,” Connor grinned back, noting her firm handshake and how she looked him straight in the eye. “Everyone was telling me I should meet you. Now I know why.”

“Dang, so what have these naughty people been telling you about me? Not all good I hope,” Kelly’s soft laughter made his heart skip in a funny way.

“Nothing but good things, I’m afraid,” he replied, his mind already mentally picturing them in various stages of undress. It made his best friend twitch, and he hoped she wouldn’t notice it.

Kelly liked what she saw. Connor was tall, with rich, dark brown eyes and wide, delectable lips that were now curved up in a huge grin. He’d shaved his head, and in her opinion that made him look all the more sexy. His brown, chocolatey skin looked smooth to the touch. She could very well imagine licking his skin all over, and that thought gave her goosebumps. He was also very nicely built. Her eyes then flicked quickly to the area around his crotch. Mmmm … she noted with amusement, very nicely built indeed.

Just then, Mr. Lee walked into Connor’s office, looking hassled and preoccupied.

“Oh good! You’re both here. Come into my office,” Mr. Lee said, and they both quickly complied. He shut the door to his office and sat down on his chair heavily, shaking his head and sighing deeply. “Sometimes I really do wish we’re in the business of delivering miracles, as some of our clients seem to think.”

“What is it, Sir?” asked Kelly, concerned.

“It’s the Shigeru account. Their newest perfume launches next Friday, and now they’ve decided that they want a full color, glossy, 8-page brochure in B5 size. 10,000 copies, to be distributed to all their outlets in the department stores around the island, and they want it ready by next Thursday,” Mr. Lee explained. “I’ve tried telling them before that they need to give us ample time for things like that, but do they listen.”

Kelly groaned and shook her head. “Dammit,” she softly said, listening to the news in disbelief. “Well, we’ll just have to burn the midnight oil to get this out on time. It’s not as if we haven’t done this before,” she shrugged in resignation.

“Will they be providing the content? Pictures and text? And if so, when can we expect them? We’re to follow the current concept yes?” Connor asked.

“That’s the killer. They want us to come out with a rough layout by noon tomorrow. The pictures should be here via Fedex today,” Mr. Lee replied. “I’m really sorry to have to dump this on you guys, but this is our biggest account and we can’t afford to lose them. Kelly, Connor, I want the both of you to work together on this, give it top priority. Of course, don’t neglect the rest of our clients. Can you do this?”

Connor nodded his head in affirmation. “We’ll certainly do our best, Sir.”

Kelly smiled. “We know what’s at stake. I’d be happy to help.”

“Good. Very good. This will be a good thing to sink your teeth in, Connor. If you have any questions, feel free to ask Kelly. She’s been dealing with the Shigeru people for years,” Mr. Lee said. “Now out, both of you, and let me go through my mental breakdown in peace.”

“Yes Sir,” Connor and Kelly chimed in together, exchanged amused glances, and left his office.

* * *

Over the week, Connor and Kelly worked together tirelessly. They were each impressed with the other’s conscientiousness and professionalism. Connor in particular found himself attracted to Kelly’s intelligence and quick sense of humor. Very little seemed to faze her, and she tackled problems head on until they were solved. Kelly on the other hand found Connor to be a very effective and creative sounding board. She loved to bounce ideas off him and more often than not, he actually improved on her ideas. She also liked the way he easily handled the people they dealt with, from the Shigeru people to their printer. He’d coax, reassure, listen to everyone, and come to acceptable compromises. They worked very well together indeed.  

Thursday rolled around, the day when the brochures were due to be distributed. Their printer had encountered a little hitch and for a while there, it seemed as if they might not make it on time. Connor and Kelly waited on pins and needles for the call from their distributor. Around 8 pm, they were informed that they were almost done distributing the brochures, and only had a few more outlets to go.

Since everyone had already left for the day and the building was deserted, they had waited in Kelly’s office. Feeling relieved at the news, they decided to celebrate with Kelly’s private stash of chocolate, and Coke from her little refrigerator in her office.

“Oh my god I’m so glad this is over,” she laughed, pulling apart the foil wrapper on her piece of chocolate.

“Me too. I’d like to thank you, Kelly. You were a great help and I don’t think I could have pulled it off alone,” said Connor, popping his chocolate into his mouth with a smile.

“Don’t mention it. I was just doing my job, but we certainly work well together. Now all I want to do is head home, have a nice, long soak in my bathtub, and see the fruits of our labor tomorrow at the product launch,” she sighed, leaning her head on her hands. “That was too close for comfort, just barely making it under the buzzer like that.”

Connor and Kelly fell silent, enjoying the chocolate, the Coke, and each other’s company. They were both very much aware of a growing attraction for each other. Earlier today, when Kelly was over at his office, showing him how to use a particular program on his computer, he breathed in the scent of her feminine perfume as she leaned over him, her hand on his mouse. She smelled so good, and her nearness was intoxicating.

Aching with the desire he felt for her, he wanted very much to rip her blouse off, bury his face in between her breasts and breathe in more of her. Thank goodness, he had a file in his hands, and was able to conceal his arousal with it. He had a hard time concentrating on what she was trying to show him. He also loved listening to her speak Chinese. It was melodious, and tickled his ears and his senses. As far as he was concerned, she could be reading off a shopping list and he wouldn’t care. He could listen to her speak Chinese all day.

Kelly placed a couple more pieces of chocolate in front of him and put the rest away. “I better head home now,” she explained. “We have to be at C.K. Tang’s early tomorrow for the product launch. The press will be there. Need to look good for tomorrow, which means I need to get as much sleep as I can,” she grinned.

“You always look good, even when you’re hopelessly busy, with your head buried in work,” Connor complimented her with a smile.

“Why thank you, Connor!” she laughed, and a soft blush touched her very pretty features. It was very endearing.

* * *

The product launch was a success. There were more people than expected, making it a very busy day. When it was time to go home, Connor approached Kelly, touched her hand softly and whispered in her ear, “Let me buy you dinner. I really want to thank you for all you’ve done.”

Kelly turned around and looked deep into his eyes. She nodded, reaching up to touch his shoulder, “Sure. Let me get my things and I’ll be with you in a minute.”

Connor waited while she went off, then a short while later felt Kelly tugging on his sleeve. “Let’s go,” she said, flashing him one of her heart-stopping smiles. He followed her as she made her way through the crowd, to the exit that led to the parking lot. She went through the door first. He saw it close behind her, and when he walked through the door, he felt her grab his hand, causing him to spin around on his heels.

The next thing he knew, her lips were on his, kissing, teasing, softly biting his lower lip with her teeth. Connor groaned and melted at her gentle assault, and pushed her against the wall and kissed her back. His lips brushed her cheeks and made their way to her delicate neck. He kissed her neck, biting it oh so softly, and heard her moaning in his ear.

“Oh god,” he breathed. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I laid eyes on you, Kelly.”

“So what were you waiting for Connor? A formal invitation, sent on textured, card stock, with lace and ribbons?” she teased, giggling mischievously.

In response, Connor grabbed her wrist and asked, “Where’s your car parked?”

“In the next building. Couldn’t find anything nearer,” she smiled.

“We’ll take mine then. It’s closer,” he said, leading her to his car. He opened the passenger side and she slipped in. He got behind the wheel and pulled out of the parking lot. “My place?” he queried, looking over at her.

“Why not?” she winked, and reached out to caress his growing bulge. Her touch sent a jolt of desire ripping through his body.

“Dammit woman,” he growled, stopping the car, taking her face in his hands and kissing her long and hard. “We should at least try to make it to my place without killing ourselves or anyone else.”

Kelly’s lips turned out in a sensual pout. “But I want to play with your joystick,” she said, turning her sad puppy dog eyes on him. “Pweeeese?” It had the double whammy effect of turning his knees to jello, and making his best friend rock hard. He wondered if anyone had ever said ‘No’ to her. He doubted very few could.

“Thank goodness I don’t live far from here,” he groaned, trying his darnest to concentrate on driving while her hand unzipped his cock and wrapped her hand around his shaft. He felt her masturbating him with his hand, and he saw pre-cum oozing off the tip. She bent her head down, licked his salty cream, then wrapped her lips around it, moving up and down in long, slow, leisurely strokes. He turned off a road from the main drag, and his apartment building came into view. “Oh my god,” he moaned, his hand stroking her hair. “You have the face of an angel, but you’re a devilish nympho in disguise aren’t you?”

Pulling her lips up along his shaft in one last, long suck, she licked her lips and grinned. “If that’s the taste of things to cum, I want more,” she giggled.

Connor turned into the parking lot of his apartment complex just as she said that. “As you wish, my dear.” The car screeched to a halt at a parking space. He pulled his key out of the ignition, and got out of the car, then realized that his cock was still sticking out of his pants. Seeing this, Kelly grinned wickedly, and was already making her way towards the lobby, leaving him with his predicament. Oh she’s going to pay for this, he thought, chuckling to himself. He quickly pulled his shirt out, letting it fall around him. It concealed his arousal adequately enough.

Walking towards the lobby, he saw that only the security guard was present, grinning widely at him and pointing to the elevator. He greeted the security guard with a cursory nod, saw that Kelly was already waiting for him, holding the elevator door open, a look of innocence on her face.

“Going up?” she winked. “Or out? Or maybe staying in? Hard decision to make, huh?”

Connor stabbed the button to his floor, and the button to close the door. Once closed, he turned around and slammed her against the wall of the elevator. “You’re such a cocktease,” he growled. “I’m going to have fun fucking you, baby.”

Kelly however, just laughed and said teasingly, “Promises, promises…”

“You bet it is!” Connor said sternly, his hand reaching up under her form-fitting knitted dress. He felt her sheer, lacy panties, and ripped them off with one hard tug. Feeling the dampness of her panties, he realized she was very wet. He dipped his finger into her pussy, while his lips covered hers. Their tongues met, battled, and they almost didn’t hear the elevator’s bell go off and the door sliding open.

Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her towards the entrance of his apartment. His key went right into the lock and he turned it, pushing the door wide open. Pulling her inside, he kicked the door shut, then turned around, pinned her against the door and kissed her some more.

Trying to hurry up and unbutton his shirt, he got impatient and gave up halfway. Kelly meanwhile kicked her high heels off to the side. His cock was still out, stiff and ready, so he lifted her dress above her waist, wrapped her right leg around him and pushed right into her. He saw her eyes widen at his entry, a gasp escaping her sweet lips, and felt her pussy stretching to accommodate him. He made sure he was all the way in, buried as far as he could go, before he pulled out, and rammed right back into her.

“Oh god,” she moaned, her knees quivering as she clung to him. He held her firmly and kept ramming into her, banging her back against the door every time he did so.

“Damn, Kelly,” he whispered in her ear. “It feels so good to be inside you. Oh baby.”

“Give it to me, Connor. Fuck me hard, please …” Kelly passionately begged him, her hands pushing his shirt down so it fell around his arms, exposing his well-defined upper body.

“Anything to oblige,” said Connor, grabbing her smooth, delectable fanny, lifting her and wrapping her legs around his waist, then thrusting deeper and harder into her. “Like that baby?”

“Oh yes, oh yes, oooh yesss!” she cried, her body shaking from an orgasm, causing her pussy to spasm around his shaft. “More … harder … yes … YES!”

Feeling her pussy clench around him, and her body shuddering as she came over and over, drove him closer to his own release. He pounded into her for as long as he could, before letting out a loud groan as he filled her sweet depths with his seed. Spent, they both collapsed onto the cool marble-tiled floor, holding onto each other, gasping for breath.

“Damn!” laughed Kelly, catching her breath. “Wow.”

“You can say that again!” Connor sighed, pulling her close to him. “Wow.”

Kelly threw her arm around his chest, her leg over his, and softly purred in his ear, “Are you up for more?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief and desire.

“God woman, you are a nympho aren’t you?” he softly laughed, kissing her sweet, tasty lips.

Connor smiled when he felt her hand gently caressing in-between his thighs, then his balls and semi-erect cock. He let out a tortured groan when she flicked her tongue playfully over his nipples, and then nipped them with her teeth. “Want to find out?”


Fever Ch. 01



Hello, I'm a bit new here and I hope my stories will progress on. I did not copy this story whatsoever, I made it myself, all characters belong to me.

- YoursTruly101
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Emily: you did wat!!?

"You fool," I muttered to myself for the tenth time while staring at the laptop screen.

I pounded my fist on my desk repeatedly, leaving my laptop shaking. I looked out from my bedroom window, looking out at the snowing, stormy sky. Why I did what I did, I absolutely have no clue. The idea of making a fake Facebook account so I can send an anonymous confession message to a girl I have been obsessing and lusting for at least seven months and counting just popped in my head. My head is filled with regret after I clicked on the send button. The message wasn't long nor too sappy; it was short and straight to the point. I read the message I sent on my laptop screen again for the hundredth time:

"First, please don't freak out when you read this and I promise you I won't bother you again and I will delete this account too after a week.

The thing is I like you. The other thing is I'm a girl. 

I'm also scared of confessing to you in person because 1.) I'm just scared 2.) You have a bf 3.) We only met a couple times 4.) You might think I'm a freak.

Maybe in the future I might confess to you in person, but not today or anytime soon.

Thanks for reading this."

"Jessica," I growled to myself," you really are a fool." I went back to MSN, replying to my best friend Emily after she read the message explaining what I just did. 

Jess: I know I know. It was just one of those moments u know? When common sense just don't really creep into u.

Emily: u know shes gonna find out sooner or later. She'll find a way. Jesus jess wat d hell were u thinking???

Jess: dats jus it I wasn't thinking!!! Just one of those illogical moments k? I doubt it if she'll know. I don't think I left obvious clues in the msg

Emily: u said ur in her contacts. Ur screwed. She'll be really suspicious now.

Jess: dude she has like 500 contacts, I doubt it if she'll suspect me, im the least she'll suspect. Come on we've only met like a couple times and she don't even go to my school

Emily: idk I have this feelin in my gut that something will happen and its prob bad. Jus don't do anything stupid k?

Jess: fine fine. I g2g. ttyl

Emily: k. u stil coming here tonite though rite?

Jess: yea I know, ur house at 8. Gotcha, bye

I put my head on the desk, sighing, and turned my laptop off. I couldn't help it, I was overly lusting for this Lacey girl, who is probably straight as a nail. Why couldn't it be someone else who doesn't have a boyfriend and have a sexual orientation similar to mine? I got up from my chair and walked towards my full-sized mirror, looking myself blankly. 

All my sixteen years of my teenage life, I probably knew I was gay the day I was born. Even though my mom thinks it's just a stage, I know that deep inside it's not. Standing at 5'6, with my toned, tan, athletic body from Tae Kwon Do and kickboxing, I brushed my long black hair and my straight bangs. I looked at myself with my brown, slightly slanted eyes, and scratched my oval face. I shook my head while looking at myself.

"Look at yourself," I murmured, "don't you dare do anything stupid again."

I looked at my cell, it was 7:30PM. Quickly, I put on my black turtleneck sweater, jeans, and black boots. Downstairs, I put on my black leather gloves and my black trench coat. Grumbling under my breath, I fought the killer wind as I walked outside, locking the door behind me. Jesus, I thought to myself, winter, how I hate you. Especially in a small town in the Midwest. Crossing my arms, I walked to Emily's house, which was about a mile from mine. I put my head down, feeling the cruel weather brought by mother nature, and kept on walking.

About 15-20 minutes later, I was finally in front of Emily's house and I swear I was shivering like crazy and my head was frozen. Literally. I can feel a migraine beginning to form. Unexpectedly, I slipped, but luckily regained my balance. Wide-eyed, I slowly got off the walkway, horrified that the walkway was basically covered with ice. I shook my head, thinking that someone will sue Emily's family if they didn't put salt on it soon. Slowly, I walked to the front door and rang the doorbell. As the door opened, I stuttered," E-e-e-emily, I swear to g-g-god if you weren't m-m-my best fr-" 

I stopped in the middle of the sentence when I realized the person in front of me wasn't Emily. It was, in fact, Lacey, her body wrapped in a red wool blanket. Her green eyes looked at me with concern, pink lips curved in amusement, and her long, wavy, dirty blond hair flapping against the wind. She was the most beautiful girl I've ever seen; curvy at the right places, oval face with a bit of high cheek bones, height at 5'7, a cup C, soft skin, and very kissable lips. I shivered and I'm pretty sure it wasn't the weather this time.

She shook her head, chuckled, and went back inside, making me feel stupid just standing there, shivering my butt off in front of her. What a bitch! I scowled. If she wasn't so hot, I would've punched her on the face. Why I was attracted to her, I have no idea. Maybe it was the fact that there was a rumor going around a month ago stating she was bi or maybe she was just too damn beautiful that it hurts to look at her. I shook my head, reminding myself that it was just pure lust and it doesn't mean a single thing.

It will pass off, I reminded myself, these feelings for her will pass. But no matter how many times I remind myself that, my heart always comes alive when she is near me. Those dreams and fantasies about her always left me gasping for more and ,not to mention, wetter. The thought of her in my arms, naked or not, kissing passionately is just enough for me. . .

I shrugged the thought off, and shivered, this time it was because I was really cold. I went to the living room where I could hear the T.V. rumbling; Lacey was on the floor with the blanket around her, back leaning on the sofa, and a cup of hot chocolate on her left hand.

"Where is Emily?" I asked a bit timidly.

Still not making any eye contact, her eyes glued to the T.V., she shook her head and said," No clue. She said she was going to get something at a store, but called me saying that her car landed in a ditch like a few minutes before you showed up. She said sorry and she's staying at a friend's house close to where she landed until the roads are cleared up."

I pulled out my cell phone from my front pocket, and saw I had 5 missed calls from her. Nice, Jessica, I thought to myself, your head is too frozen to hear your own phone ringing. Sighing, I took my boots, coat, and gloves off, putting them by the door. Then, feeling a bit cold, I decided to put my trench coat on, shivering a bit, and a migraine began to form. Whoa, I thought to myself, are you coming down with something? I put the back of my hand on my forehead; it was burning hot. I went to the bathroom and got a thermometer; it read 102 degrees F. Great. A fever is another thing I need. I saw Lacey at the corner of my eye, walking up to me. Or at least I think it was Lacey; I was seeing double and the bathroom walls were circling around me. My ears were ringing; I could barely keep myself standing.

I heard her chuckle echoing through my head. "Wow, you look like crap," she said," are you sick or something?"

I nodded slowly, then felt a soft hand on my neck and forehead. Then, without any warning, I leaned my body forward to her, our breasts touching, my head on her left shoulder. So soft . . .

I felt both of her hands on my arms, trying to support me. I inhaled deeply, smelling her strawberry hair, and snuggled my head on her shoulder. I moaned softly, and began kissing her neck softly. What has this fever done to me?

Instantly, she backed away, her green eyes worried again, her hands still on my arms. I swayed side to side, my body felt like a furnace, my head jumbled up; I couldn't think straight at all.

"Jessica," she said cautiously," you need to re-" I pushed my lips gently to hers, pulling her body close to mine, and closed my eyes. I heard her yelp, and her body became rigid. I stroked her hair with one hand and rubbed her back with the other. I remember myself sighing. 

I felt her lips parting, then she moaned silently. I slipped my tongue into her mouth, our tongues playing each other. I couldn't believe it, our kiss became more aggressive, I remembered her biting my bottom lip. Or did I imagine that?

I didn't know what she was wearing underneath her blanket, but I know the blanket is on the floor somewhere. To my surprise, she was wearing a tank top and short shorts. Almost by force, I pushed her against a wall, hearing a small grunt and glass breaking. Her breaths became shorter and heavier, not to mention hotter. I let my hands explore her body; her sides, stomach, cleavage, and breast. She did the same to me too.

I whimpered, making my body closer to hers as possible, and kissed her again. Her legs spread apart, I can feel she was getting wet and I know she can feel me getting wet too. She let both of her legs hug my body, her sex closer to mine. I moaned, arching my back, and grabbed her ass. I can feel her body shivering, I can hear her whimper. I began grinding, even though our clothes were still on.

I remember her moaning loudly, her back arching and her head back. I kissed her jaw line, her neck, her lips. Still grinding, moaning, whimpering, we kissed passionately and desperately. What is this? A hallucination? A dream? What has this fever done to me? Or was it the fever at all?

She pushed me away, making a grunting noise. I opened my eyes and ,to my horror ,she looked disgusted. I fell back to reality, trying to comprehend what was happening, but I couldn't. The fever was really taking me on. Then, I felt something sting on my right cheek, sending my body swaying to the left. I realized she slapped me hard. Hard enough to make my whole head turn, my eyes misting; I felt a tear rolling down my right cheek. I heard her panting as I heard myself panting, too.

The fever, I can't think straight. I was drunk into it. All I can hear is a sharp ring in my ears, and something broken inside of me; my heart. I think she was trying to tell me something, but her voice was jumbled up. Without thinking, I ungracefully and drunkly walked out of the bathroom and somehow gotten my gloves and boots on. I opened the door and began walking outside, swaying. I thought I heard someone yelling behind me, but I ignored it. My head felt like it was about to explode any minute now, and my body about to burst into flames. What are you doing? I asked myself. Then I felt myself losing balance, falling forward, and a sharp pain impacted on my head, especially the right side. 

I whimpered.

I heard someone screaming behind me and felt someone approaching in front. I remember there was a lot of yelling.

My body shook; it was snowing hard, adding another two inch since I came here. I saw some kind of red liquid in the snow. Is that my blood? 

I felt myself fading into a deep sleep; I surrendered to the darkness right after I slowly closed my eyes.

(The End?)



Fever Ch. 01



Connor saw the wicked glint in her eyes, and knew he was toast. “Oh yes. Oh god yes…”



Fever Ch. 02



Connor, still lying on the cool marble floor near the front door with Kelly, turned to her, cupped her breast in his hand and slid his tongue into her mouth, kissing her. She responded by wrapping her arms around him, returning his kiss with equal passion. He pulled his lips away from hers and groaned in the hollow of her neck, "I'm not done with you yet, baby..." Sitting up, he scooped her up in his arms, and carried her to his bedroom.

Holding her about a foot off the bed, he suddenly dropped her onto the mattress. This made Kelly laugh. "Hey!" she protested with a grin. "What happened to the 'gently laying her on the bed' bit?"

"Well if you've noticed, you've so far managed to inspire the passionate side of me, rather than my gentle side," he answered with a wink. Seeing her reaching her arms out to him, he laughed and sidestepped her attempt at getting him to join her in bed. "Nope, not yet," he told her. "Let me make a phone call first."

Kelly raised an eyebrow at him quizzically, and sat up partially, leaning back on her elbows. "We're in the middle of something hot and heavy and you're making a phone call?"

Placing a finger on his lips, he listened for a response. His face brightened up when he heard a voice on the line. "Yes, is this Pizza Hut? I'd like to order a pizza please. Yes I'll hold." He sat down next to her on the bed while waiting, letting his hand wander along her smooth, creamy thighs. He heard her purr in delight at his touch, and slid his hand along the inside of her thighs. "What kind of pizza would you prefer?" he asked Kelly, who shivered when she felt his thumb teasing her clit.

"Oh god," she sighed, arching her back in response to his touch. "Vegetarian," she managed to reply, while he dipped his finger inside her honey wetness, making her moan.

Slipping another finger into her, rhythmically moving them in and out while his thumb teased her slick nub, he felt her moving her hips to his rhythm. "Could you make that a half Supreme and half vegetarian?" he spoke into the phone, while smiling down at her. He pulled his fingers out, brought it close to her lips, and she eagerly reached up to lick and suck his fingers.

Connor groaned when he realized that Kelly had moved away after cleaning his fingers and was now kneeling in front of him, with his cock in her mouth. OMG, what a wanton wench, he thought, as he felt her tongue doing some wickedly delicious things to his cock while her mouth was wrapped around him. He tried his best to concentrate on placing his order, but it wasn't easy. He felt himself getting hard all over again. He stroked her hair with one hand, while holding the phone up with the other.

Releasing his cock with a cheeky 'plop!', Kelly paused just long enough to say, "Remind them to include the little packets of parmesan and crushed red peppers." Giggling, she took his dark brown cock into her mouth again, massaging and tickling his balls with her fingers.

"Please don't forget the parmesan and..." a sharp intake of breath, followed by a sigh, interrupted Connor's train of thought when Kelly's skillful tongue provoked a pleasurable ripple throughout his body. Forcing himself to concentrate, he fought to regain his train of thought. "Don't forget the parmesan and the crushed red peppers." He listened then nodded. "Thank you, we'll be waiting for it," he said into the phone, disconnected the call, and tossed the cordless onto the bed. Pulling her up from her knees, he kissed her deeply and murmured, "It'll be here in about 40 minutes. Get on top of me. Let's do a 69," he suggested with a grin.

"Mmmm ... I like the sound of that," she laughed, straddling him and moving her pussy as close as possible to his lips. She licked his already hard shaft and continued pleasuring him with her mouth.

Connor's tongue proved to be just as talented as hers. Kelly had to stop and gasp for breath when he went right for her clit, licking, then sucking it till her body shuddered and she cried out, causing her juices to flow more readily. She felt him eagerly lapping it up, tasting her. His insistent tongue told her that he craved more of her taste, especially when he relentlessly he drove his tongue deeper inside her.

Kelly felt her body responding to his sensual assault, felt him knead and squeeze her fanny, then felt another orgasm rip through her body. "Oh god..." she sobbed, hugging his lap tightly as she clung on for the ride. When she was able to, she wrapped her mouth around him again, twirling her tongue up and down his shaft, that made him stop and moan, a low, almost guttural moan that made him buck his hips, shoving himself even deeper inside her mouth. Having him buried so deep and so far back her throat set off her gag reflex, but she quickly recovered and continued working on him.

"Oh baby..." Connor gave her clit one last long, lingering suck, before slapping her fanny, then slid out from under her. "Stay on all fours. I want you right now."

Looking over her shoulder, Kelly gave him one of her adorable pouts and said, "But I want your cock!"

"That's exactly what you're getting, baby!" he laughed, pushing into her slick, wet, dripping honey box. He loved her tightness, absolutely loved how her pussy walls were wrapped so snug and tight around his cock.

"Mmmm oh Connor!" Kelly sighed then gasped when she felt him slamming himself into her; long, hard, relentless strokes as he claimed her pussy for the second time. She buried her face in the mattress to stifle her passionate screams. Oh god. How he made her go weak in the knees! She relished the feeling, and knew she could draw the animal out of him if she teased him enough. Apparently she had succeeded, and then some.

"Damn baby, you take cock very well don't you?" Connor asked, reaching down to knead her soft, yet firm breasts. He suddenly stopped stroking, still buried inside her, leaned over and softly spoke, "Am I hurting you baby? Would you like me to stop?"

Kelly heard the teasing tone in his voice and moaned, "Yes you are... but don't stop... please don't stop!" She tried to move her hips back and forth over his shaft but he laughed and pulled out of her. She groaned in frustration. "Connor... oh please don't! Don't stop!"

Chuckling, he turned her over so her back was on the bed, crossed her legs, pushed them up against her, and teased the entrance of her sweet Asian pussy with his hard black tip. "I couldn't stop even if you asked me to, Kelly. I was just paying you back for leaving me hanging, so to speak, in the parking lot earlier."

Kelly softly laughed, then purred seductively, "You're so bad, Connor. Evil, wicked, mean and nasty. Now give me some cock dammit!"

"How about I give you all of it?" Connor winked wickedly, then rammed his entire length into her, all the way up to his balls.

"Oh god! Yes..." she moaned out loud. In this position, she was vulnerable, completely at the mercy of his thrusts. All it took was for him to stroke her a few more times that way before her body started shuddering.

Connor felt her pussy clenching around his cock and groaned with pleasure, loving the sensation it gave him. He drove himself in harder, eliciting a cry from her with each stroke. "Damn baby, I love the way you cum!"

All Kelly could do was shiver as she rode the wave. She loved the way Connor could fill her so completely. She also had the feeling that, when it came to sex, his appetite matched hers. "Yes that's right... mmmm give me all of it!"

"Demanding, aren't we?" Connor cheekily grinned at her.

Kelly laughed and squeezed the muscles in her love box. "You have no idea!"

"Oh... god... woman!" he groaned in pleasurable agony, feeling her tightening, then relaxing, again and again, over his cock. "If you keep that up, I'm going to come!"

"I'm sorry, what did you say? Keep that up?" Kelly asked playfully as she deliberately misunderstood him. "If you say so!"

Connor felt his balls tightening up in response to what she was doing to him. He knew it wouldn't be long before he peaked. She was insatiable all right, and he loved that she was, because he was that way too. Stroking her for as hard as he could, for as long as he could hold out, he suddenly exploded, spilling his seed inside her, filling her up. His breathing, ragged and unsteady, was just one of the indications of the intensity of his orgasm.

Releasing her legs so he lay in the middle of them, but still lying on top of her, he kissed her. He tasted the salty perspiration on her lips, as he was sure she did his. He felt her wrapping her arms around his body, lovingly caressing his back. Gently nipping on her earlobe, he softly groaned, "Bad, bad, naughty nympho. Oh god Kelly, the things you do to me..."

Kelly caressed his bald head and giggled, "And the things you do to me. You're an animal, aren't you, Connor?"

Smiling broadly, he replied, "Only with the right amount of enticement, and with the right woman."

Throwing back her head, a seductive smile crossed her pretty Asian features as she murmured, "Mmm yeah. I bet you tell that to all the girls!"

"Actually," he said, letting his tongue wander down to her belly, where he first lickedthen explored her belly button with his tongue. "I've only said that to one other."

"Oh? What happened?" she asked, her body writhing slightly in response to what he was doing to her.

Connor looked into her eyes and gave her a half smile. "She broke my heart," came his simple reply.

Kelly reached her hand out so she could tenderly caress his face. "I'm sorry to hear that, Connor," she softly said.

"I'm not," he shook his head slightly. "I just thank my lucky stars that I found out what kind of a person she really was before I married her."

Sitting up, Kelly reached out and embraced him. "Still, I'm sorry she broke your heart, Connor. I've been there." She shook her head and frowned. "No fun."

"Don't be sorry," he smiled, touching her forehead with his. "There's an upside to that, just as there is an upside to almost every bad thing that happens to everyone of us."

"And what's the upside to that?" asked Kelly.

Chuckling, he held her close and replied, "Why. I met you, of course."

Grinning impishly, she winked and said; "Well if you want to call it an upside..." she giggled.

"Why? What is it?" he asked. Seeing her fall back down on the mattress in a giggle piqued his curiosity. He poked her in her side, but that only elicited more giggles from her. "What?" he poked her again then started tickling her. "Tell me or suffer the Wrath of Connor!"

"Oh dear, the Wrath of Connor! Pray tell... what does that entail?" she asked, flashing her big brown puppy dog eyes at him in mock innocence.

"Keep this up and you'll find out!" he replied with all the sternness he could muster, in spite of the look she was giving him, which made his heart do crazy flip-flops. "Suffice to say it'll be worse than tying you up and subjecting you to a merciless tickle attack. Like this..." he said, then proceeded to tickle her some more.

Kelly squirmed and squealed with laughter, and tried to get away, but Connor was quicker. She felt him pull her back, covered her body with his, and continued tickling her sides. How she loved their contrasting skin color, his dark African-American sienna against her pale, creamy Asian skin. "All right! All right!" she laughed, panting, trying to catch her breath. "I'll spill! But you don't play fair!"

"Oh I don't hmm? Miss Let's-Squeeze-My-Pussy-Muscles-So-He'll-Lose-Control?" Seeing the look of innocence she was giving him, he raised an eyebrow and looked at her knowingly. "You know what you did! So spill!"

"You mean... like you did when I did that to you?" she grinned wickedly.

"Exactly, or else..."

Kelly sighedthen said, "Well OK, you might as well know. You know Mr Lee?"

"Of course. Our boss," Connor nodded. "What about him?"

"We're um... sort of related," she said, gently chewing on her lower lip.

Connor sat up, his eyes narrowed. "What do you mean... related?" A sudden realization hit him. "Oh no he's not your dad is he? But wait, different last names... he's Lee and you're Chen?"

"Close. He's my step-dad," she revealed, looking into his eyes, waiting for his response.

"Huh?" It took a few seconds for the fact to sink in. When it finally did, he calmly asked, "Are you telling me I just fucked my boss's daughter?"

"Step-daughter," she corrected him.

"Whatever, close enough," he rolled off the bed and stood up. "Oh my god, I just fucked my boss's daughter," he shook his head. Seeing that she was about to correct him again, he nodded and waved it away. "Sorry, I meant step-daughter," he corrected himself. "Damn, I think I might have screwed myself right out of a job!"

"No you didn't," she assured him with a smile.

"Yes I did."

"No... you didn't. Why would you think so?"

"Why? Because you're my boss's step-daughter? And when he finds out, he'll probably kill me before he fires me?"

"No he won't," she shook her head.

"Yes he will."

"Will you stop it? He won't! He likes you, Connor, he told me this himself. He thinks he made an excellent choice when he hired you," Kelly got off the bed and stood in front of him.

"And when were you going to let me in on the fact about your relationship?" Connor asked, raising a brow quizzically.

"Like now," she replied. "I thought it would be best to let you know if we were going to..." she sighed. "If we were going to continue." Seeing him shaking his head side to side and softly laughing, she asked hesitantly, "Does this bother you a whole lot? Do you want to stop seeing me?"

Before he could answer her, his doorbell rang. "That must be the pizza," he said, looking up at the clock on the wall. "Stay here." Before leaving the bedroom, he opened his dresser and pulled on a t-shirt and running shorts. He then left the room, bent down to pick up his checkbook that was lying on the floor among their discarded clothes, and opened the door.

Kelly sighed as she flopped back down on the edge of the bed, wondering if she'd just ruined the best thing to come along for her in a long time. She hoped not. Connor was special to her. She had gotten to know him pretty well during the course of their work and she really liked him. The fact that he was incredible in bed didn't factor much into it. Liar, she chided herself with a laugh. Yes, he drove her crazy in bed, but there was definitely more to the man... much, much more.

Walking out of the bedroom, she saw Connor writing out a check for the pizza. Brazenly, she walked right up to them, took the pizza from the pizza delivery guy's hands, and then gave him a wink, before turning around and making her way towards the kitchen. She saw the guy's jaw drop almost to the floor when he saw that she was naked, and hummed happily to herself. She set the pizza box on top of the dining table, and proceeded to sit on the table herself, crossing her shapely legs.

Connor, still at the door, saw what she did and chuckled to himself. He loved that she was uninhibited, and apparently, a cheeky exhibitionist. He saw the delivery guy craning his neck for a better look at Kelly sitting blithely on the dining table, her legs crossed and munching on a slice of her vegetarian half of the pizza. Damn, he could feel himself getting hard all over again. He finished writing out the check, along with a generous tip, and said, "Thank you very much. I included the tip on the check. Have a good night!" He shut the door on the startled guy, before turning around to face Kelly.

A mask of seriousness fell over his face, although he was more amused than anything else. He walked towards Kelly, his arms crossed, looking straight at her, before asking, in a very serious tone of voice, "And what did you think you were doing, woman, showing up at the door buck naked like that?"

"I was hungry," she shrugged nonchalantly, taking another bite of her pizza. "Sex does that to me."

"I see," he said. "So you couldn't wait till I was done? You had to expose yourself like that? Hmm?"

"Uh-huh," she nodded, licking her fingers slowly and deliberately.

Snatching the pizza from her hands, he put it back into the pizza box, shut it, and looked at her, his face inches away from her. "You've been a bad girl, Miss Kelly Chen, and I know just the punishment for bad girls like you." He sat down on one of the chairs, pulled her off the table, and placed her right across his knee.

Spank! Spank! "That's for not telling me about your relationship with Mr Lee." He heard her howling in surprise and grinned.

Spank! Spank! Spank! "That's for showing up at the door naked, because you know the guys at the pizza place are going to fight over who gets to deliver pizza here from now on." He felt her squirm, trying to get away, but laughed as he held her fast.

Spank! Spank! "That's for trying to get away, and..." Spank! Spank! Spank! "That's for making me so frigging hard that I want to fuck you again!"

Kelly felt his hardness through his shorts, and knew it was the truth. She said in her 'little lost girl' voice, "But I thought you said you didn't want to see me again?"

"No, I never said that," he growled. "You asked, but I never answered, did I? I never said it. You merely assumed I didn't want to see you again."

Lifting her from her position on his knee, he let her lie with her back down on the dining table. He pulled down his shorts, pulled off his t-shirt, and placed her legs on his shoulders.

Kelly smiled when she realized what he was about to do. The next strong thrust of his hips, when she felt him driving himself into her, confirmed it. She reached up and gripped the edge of the dining table, bracing herself for a rough ride. "Oh Connor..." she moaned, as she felt his balls slapping against her rosebud with each mighty thrust.

Connor kept banging his pelvis against hers, his position allowing for an even deeper penetration like before, with her legs crossed and against her body. Her sweet juices completely covered his cock, and he reached over and kneaded her breasts. Damn, but she could turn him on so easily. He wondered if he could ever get enough of her.

"Oh god!" she gasped, as a wave of euphoria swept through her body. It swept her up and hit her hard, causing her to cry out in pleasure, even as her pussy spasmed hard around his cock.

"Yes baby, cum for me! You love it when I fuck you, don't you baby?" Connor said, a low rumble of pleasure escaping his throat.

"Yes, yes! I love it!" she cried out.

"Bad girls have more fun, don't they? And you've been such a bad, bad girl haven't you, Kelly?"

"Mmmm yes! I've been really, really bad!"

"And you know what I do to bad girls like you, don't you, baby?" Seeing her shake her head, he said, "No? Hmm... well, I like to whip their pussies till they can't walk, bad Kelly girl. For an hour at least," he chuckled, then he rammed his message home to illustrate his point.

Hugging her legs to him, he pumped his cock in and out of her like a piston. He felt himself peaking, and knew his release was coming soon. The little sobbing sounds that escaped her pretty lips did nothing to stop it. If anything, it escalated it. Burying himself inside her one last time, he shot his seed inside her, for the third time that day. His eyes squeezed shut, and he groaned, as they both tried to catch their breath.

Connor let go of her legs and sat down heavily on the chair, his breathing ragged. Kelly's legs fell limply over the edge of the table, and he heard her sighing. He pulled the chair closer, resting his head on her mound, and felt her wrapping her legs around his neck. He then heard her softly giggling.

"So... was I an appetizer before dinner?" she laughed.

"No baby, the appetizer was when you sucked me in the car on the way over here. You're the main course, baby," he replied, kissing her clit and breathing in the scent of both of them in her. "Always the main course."




Fever Ch. 02



This begins in the middle of the closing scene of part one, so, if you haven't read that installment, you should, now. Kirk explores his power with the help of Tiffany and her family, putting it to work. Next part should be out in a week and a half or so. Hope you enjoy. As usual, signed comments will be acknowledged. Jb7



Fever part 2

While Big Dick and his friends were busy in the back of the tavern, Kirk and Tiffany sat at the bar, enjoying a drink and their reunion, behind a veil Kirk had created to screen them from the other patrons. Tiffany hadn't thought about the white boy with the strange fever since she had made her entry in his chart Wednesday morning. When he had alerted her to his presence in her head, she recalled everything that had happened that night.

She had also been aware of the mind games he had played with the shithead who had tried to pick her up, tried to entice her into taking on him and his three loser friends. Kirk's appearance and calming presence had been a relief, to say the least.

The pair had seen Li'l Dick, and the other two who had followed Big Dick to the back room, return to the bar, look around, run outside, and come back running toward the bathrooms.

"Watch this," the voice alerted her.

In a few minutes, Big Dick came walking into the bar area. He spotted Kirk and Tiffany enjoying their drinks and gave his crew a dirty look. Full of apprehension, he walked toward the couple, his knees spread, toes out, looking like a poor imitation of a cowboy. "Hey, Dick," Kirk greeted him, "something wrong? You look a bit peaked."

Dick avoided looking at Tiffany, his hands in his pockets, safe (he hoped) from her. He shook his head. "No, no. I'm fine. What makes you... Oohh! Noooooo!"  He bent over in pain as he experienced another bowel spasm.

"Big Dick, I think you may have insulted Miss Tiffany here. First, you and your, uh, friends, hassled her, insulted her thinking she was just some bar skank you could hustle. And now, you won't even acknowledge she's sitting here, won't even look at her.  

"You guys, come here and introduce yourselves." As they haltingly came up and introduced themselves, both Kirk and Tiffany shook their hands.

"Miss Tiffany, how can these lowlifes make it up to you for all the grief they've given you this evening?"

Big Dick groaned when he saw the smile Kirk's mental instruction elicited from Tiffany. He saw her wide grin as something pure evil. "Mr Reynolds," she replied, in a sultry voice, adopting the Carribean French accent peculiar to Haiti, "I think first, these four lads should get down on their knees and kiss my bewitching ass. 

"And in the future, if our paths should cross, they should buy me and my friends our drinks for the rest of the evening." Tiffany had added the free drinks suggestion. Kirk laughed, thinking it was a good idea and added the suggestion to the ones he was mentally giving the quartet.

The four were already on their knees. Kirk established a veil around Tiffany's face so nobody would recognize her. People in the bar would only see Big Dick and his friends on their knees, kissing the ass of some black woman. 

Tiff stepped down from her stool, hiked her skirt up to her hips and lowered her panties to mid thigh. With her back to the room, she bent over and leaned on her stool. Big Dick approached her. What he saw was the wrinkled ass of an 80-year old woman. He was also aware of a weird combination of odors. 

There was the floral of her perfume, something sickly sweet, like his grandmother liked to wear to cover the pee smell when she dribbled, and the dirty diaper smell because she could no longer reach to clean herself completely. All those smells were there, right in front of his nose.

He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on the wrinkled cheek. Tiffany laughed. "Mr. Kirk, I swear, there's a fly in this barroom. Something just flew past my ass cheek. Now you, little boy, back there, when I said kiss my ass, that is what I meant. You just pucker up and french my little chocolate bud back there, or do you need a reminder?"

Dick swallowed the gorge that rose in his throat when he heard what was required. He watched as Tiffany's hand came back to spread her cheeks to reveal his target. Kirk was sitting on his stool, watching; his crew was kneeling off to the side. Someone's hand was pushing his head forward; forcing his tongue out of his mouth. When his tongue made contact with the chocolate bud, he shivered. He closed his mouth over the crinkle and forced his tongue into the pinching orifice. 

With about a half inch of tongue in her butt, Tiffany worked the sphincter holding it in place, seeming to draw another inch or so into her dark hole. She then started exercising her Kegel muscles, causing the tip of the tongue to flex and tickle the walls inside her dirty. "Ooh, Mr. Dick," she cooed, "when you tickle me inside my ass like that, it feels sooooo gooood." 

A ripple of laughter ran through the bar. Dick felt the hold on his tongue relax and quickly extracted it. "Hey, boy, don't be so fast. I might think you don't like me," the young black woman chuckled. Dick was having a hard time keeping his stomach down from the musty acrid taste in his mouth. He quickly moved away and grabbed the first drink he saw.

His crew had heard Tiffany's 'request' for frenching her chocolate bud, and knew what awaited them if they failed to comply. By the time they were finished, her lady was in dire need of attention. "Kirk," she thought, "can you tell the state I'm in?"

"I feel it, Tiffany. Do you live close by?"

"Yes, but I live with my mother and sister, and they are both home. You?"

"With my mom, but she's out. About a mile past Forest Hills plaza. Let me get rid of these guys, then..." He reinforced the mental instructions he had given Big Dick and his crew, then ordered them to leave.

While the quartet drew the attention of the bar patrons by leaving in a somewhat raucous manner, Kirk led Tiffany to the ladies room. Inside, he had her raise her skirt while he unzipped and took out a healthy erection. As he lifted the medical technician on to it, he explained he had never tried what they were about to do. "But don't worry, if you get lost, I'll find you," he told her, as he willed himself back to his room. "Somehow," he finished as they landed on his bed, side by side.

"Ooohhhh! Shiiiiiiiiiittttttt!" Tiffany was screaming and sobbing at the same time. "What the fuck did you do to us? Who the fucking hell... what the fucking hell are you?" she screamed at him. "Get the fuck away from me! Let go of me! Where the fucking hell are we?"

"Shhh. Calm down, Tiffany. Easy now." He was speaking. She was too panicked for him to get into her head. "Shhh. Easy now. You're all right. We're safe. You're safe. That's better."  As she calmed down, he was able to enter her mind and calm her faster. She became aware of the voice in her head, the voice from the hospital. Her breathing slowed, regulated itself.

"Are you okay now?" the voice asked. 

"I guess. What the fuck did you do to us, and how did you do it? Who the fuck are you? What planet are you from?"

"I'm sorry. I forgot that the last time we were together all I could do was communicate like this," the voice said.

She responded the same way. "Telepathy, transporting, and screwing up people's perceptions like you did Big Dick and his friends. Are there other things you can do I should be afraid of?" Before she could blink, they were lying there naked, her clothes neatly piled on his dresser. Crossing her arms in front of her, she gave a small scream. "No! Please!" In another blink, her clothes were back on.

Kirk quickly surveyed her mind. There was a mix of emotions, mostly fear, with a bit of curiosity, excitement, bewilderment, and wonder. "I can see you're frightened, and I can understand why. What can I do to help set your fear aside?"

"Explain yourself?"

"I don't know much. From what my mother told me, while the Neanderthals and Cro Magnons were fighting over caves, my ancestors were engaged in a war in space. A cruiser with a hundred or so crew members, male and female, crashed on Earth. They established a headquarters on what is now referred to as Atlantis. 

They knew it would be several years before any kind of rescue mission was attempted, so they set about exploring the planet. They were able, over several generations to visit most of the habitable land areas. 

"With their telepathic sense, they became aware of the approach of a vessel from their home planet, except, they sensed, that the ship's intent was hostile. Apparently, the side supported by my ancestors had lost the war. From a position near the moon, the vessel directed a beam of energy at the headquarters site, destroying Atlantis, and flooding the coastal areas around the Mediterranean Sea for years. 

"The vessel approached Earth, for some reason, maybe to ensure the destruction of the city island. The survivors, even though widely separated geographically, were able to instantly communicate, and when the vessel was in range, using their telekinetic abilities, they tore the ship apart while it was still outside the atmosphere, killing everyone aboard. 

"The survivors dispersed and interbred with native tribes. Our mental abilities became buried, genetically recessive. Occasionally, when both parents have had parents with some skill, anomalies like me have occurred. 

"There is also the definite possibility that the implantation of the isotope enhanced the genetic contribution. I only know, from what I was told of our history, of all the descendants ever, I am the one most like the original crew members. Yet, with the exception of my mental abilities, I am as human as you are."

"Yeah! Just like Superman. I'm just like you, except I can make you do or feel whatever I want you to do or feel or see or..."

"Tiffany, with the exception of the first time I touched you, I haven't done, or made you do, anything you didn't want to do, have I?"

She thought about their contacts the other night, and tonight in the bar. "Other than scaring the shit out of me bringing me here, no. I can't say you have. But this goddam trip pretty much makes up for it."

Kirk thought for several seconds, trying to remember romantic or exciting places he had been. Then he asked her, "Is there anyplace you have ever been that you would like to go back to and make love?"

She giggled. "Up north, past Watertown, off the St. Lawrence River, there's a place called Goose Bay..."

"Yeah, by Kring's Point State Park."

"You know it!" she said, gleefully. "Lone Pine Island. I always wanted to visit it, but it's private property. I think it would be great to make love in the moonlight right there in the middle of the river."

"Will you go there with me now, to make love in the moonlight?"

"Are you serious? Can you do that? What if you can't, what happens to us?"

"I don't know. We might just disappear, a bunch of loose atoms floating in the atmosphere; we might have to make a series of short jumps; or we might end up like that guy in the movie, The Fly, your head on my body and vice versa. 

"All I know is, the more I use my abilities, the stronger all the others become. Before I brought you with me this time, I had never teleported two people at a time, and the furthest I had tried was from St. Michael's to here. I think the worst that might happen is we miss by a few feet and get wet."

"Easy for you; I don't swim."

"Well, I'll have to be pretty accurate, then; it's not a very big island. Do you think we can be quiet enough?"

"I doubt it," she giggled, again, "but I'll try." She smiled. "Just promise me, you won't screw with my head. I want to be able to tell my grandkids about the time I flew to Lone Pine and fucked this crazy white boy. Okay?"

"Here," he said, handing her a pillow and blanket. "Those rocks are hard." He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his chest.



The sound of water lapping gently at the rock shore, the soft breeze caressing her naked skin, the sight of the full moon in a cloudless sky, the greenish white lights of the aurora just barely visible, the pleasant slightly fishy aroma of the river, all told Tiffany she was on her island. 

She sighed in satisfaction and reached for Kirk, lying beside her. "Hey, crazy white boy! Are you here with me?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I was just admiring the sky. In the city we don't really see all the stars. It's magnificent. Nearly as pretty as you are."

"Keep talking, white boy, you might get in these pants yet, if I was wearing any. What did you do with our clothes?"

"They're still in my room. I didn't want to chance leaving them behind if we have to leave in a hurry."

"And smart, too." She watched as he stood up and looked around. "What?"

"Supposedly, the owner imported some top soil and sod and created a lawn in front of the front porch. I was just looking to see how big it is."

"How..."

"Big enough. C'mon."

He led her to the small lawn and spread the blanket on the grass. Drawing her down with him, he captured her lips, and slid his tongue in to engage hers. He was able to use his power to softly lower them to the ground. They continued kissing for several minutes. Tiffany started exploring his chest with her fingers, signaling him it was time to extend his field of operations. 

He kissed his way down her neck, lightly nipping at her pulse point, comforting it immediately with the tip of his tongue. Then his lips were sliding past her collarbone, down through the valley between her mamams. He covered one in kisses as he played with the other, caressing the silky soft skin of the under breast, nibbling around the areolas, without touching them. 

Pulling his lips back, he was able to just nip at her nipples without touching any other part of her breast. "Bastard," she hissed. "Stop teasing!"

He closed his mouth over the nipple he was teasing, sucking as much of it into his mouth as he could. Then he looked up at her, catching her eyes, and shook his head no. "You motherfucker," she laughed, and laid down, waiting for the next sensation to stimulate her libido, already at the tipping point.

She felt his hands travel to the bottom of her ribcage and start to lightly caress her along ends of her ribs. "No, no," she gasped, grabbing his hands. "Not that, please. Don't spoil it; don't tickle me, please."  She pulled him up over her. 

"In me now, Kirk, please. I need you now." She reached down to guide him into her. When he was in the right position, she tightened her legs around his thighs, pulling him fully into her in a single stroke. "Now, do it, white boy, fuck this black bitch cunt! Fuck it good!"

He grinned and bent down to invade her mouth with his tongue. He reached down and pulled her left leg up to rest on his shoulder, then did the same with the right, so she was bent double. 

Her knees were resting on her breasts, her pussy was stargazing. His arms were outside her legs, supporting him. He began to saw in and out of her, twisting his hips so he hit several areas in her quim. It didn't take long before she was babbling at him to go harder, faster, rocking her hips in rhythm with him. 

Suddenly, her muscles went stiff, nearly pushing him off her. In a second, she was stifling her scream against his shoulder as she started shaking all over, thrusting her hips up at him so fast he had a hard time staying with her. 

it was enough to trigger his own climax. Just as she started to calm down, she was aware of the splash of hot liquid against her cavern walls, setting off another smaller come for her. "Oohh, you lovely motherfucker," she cooed. "Damn good thing I don't see you every day, I'd never get anything done." She pulled him down for a kiss.

A spot light caught them just as their lips met. "Hey! You kids! Stay where you are!"

Kirk reacted without thinking. First he altered their appearance for the park ranger. The poor man saw two human sized coyotes, engaged in sex, but in a very human position. One had white fur, one, chocolate colored. The white one had a human--like cock, the black one, female had four full breasts, like she had pups somewhere.

The ranger's boat went to the side of the island with the dock. As soon as the light was gone, so were Kirk, Tiffany and the blanket and pillow. The ranger came around to an empty lawn, but one where the grass had been matted down, as if someone had been rolling on it. 

As he examined the ground, he saw a patch, about the size of a half dollar, of silvery liquid. Against all protocol, because he was totally bewildered, he reached down and picked up some on his finger and sniffed it. "Cum! What the shit hell? Who's out here?" he called, looking around for the practical jokers responsible for this elaborate joke.



Back home, Kirk and Tiffany had landed back in his bed, still joined at the hip. Kirk laughing, Tiffany looking at him like he was demented. "Christ, Kirk, we practically get caught having illegal sex and trespassing, and you're laughing about it."

"Oh, no.  When the light caught us, I didn't have time to think. I just changed our appearances. What the park ranger saw was two coyotes with large humanoid bodies, engaging in sex in a human position. You had four boobs, looking like you had pups somewhere. He'll never be able to tell anyone about what he saw. If he did, they'd think he had lost it and make him retire."

"You have a twisted sense of humor, you know that? Useful at times, but twisted as hell." She laughed. "Well, I better get dressed and get home. Can you send me, or do you have to take me?"

"Since I haven't been there, and I haven't clued into how to use your experience to target places, neither one. Can you spend the night? Then, when Mom gets home, I can drive you."

She grinned. "More adventures?"

"Only in the bedroom."

"I need to call my mom."



Meg arrived home just after noon, having spent the evening and night with her friend, Cynthia. It had been a satisfying encounter for both of them. Meg recognized Tiffany from the hospital, and thanked her for her part in caring for Kirk. With a smile, the young woman commented that it was Kirk who needed thanking, for taking care of her.

Meg raised an eyebrow. "Oh, and how did that occur?"

Kirk quickly recounted the events in the bar, making it clear that Tiffany, while she may have been the stimulus for the event, was blameless in what had happened.  

Meg was having a hard time containing her mirth. "So, you finally got even with Rich Pieters for all the grief he gave you growing up." she chuckled. "I shouldn't laugh, but if anybody deserved what you did, it was him. But that doesn't explain why Tiffany is here this morning. Or shouldn't I ask?"

"It was late," Kirk started, "and dark, and her neighborhood isn't totally safe for a pretty girl to walk alone, so I offered her, uh, the use of our guest room and a ride home when you got here."

"And how was the guest room, Tiffany?" Meg said, grinning as she looked at the attractive black woman.

Tiffany looked her in the eye, and after hesitating for several seconds, replied, "Fucked if I know. But Kirk's bed was damned comfortable, when he let me sleep."

Meg burst out laughing. "Tiffany, you're my kind of woman. Kirk, you are an adult. There is nothing wrong about inviting a woman to spend the night, especially when I'm not at home.

"I take it you need the car for a little bit?" He nodded, a light blush coloring his face. His mother was looking at him, shaking her head. He was aware of her presence in his head. "Did you make her want to come home with you.?"

"No. Our play with Rich got her turned on. Teleporting her here, though, nearly sabotaged our night." "?" came from his mother. "Later, I need to get her home, and then I have to go see someone. Will call if I won't be home for supper, other wise, will explain everything then. Love you, and thanks." 




Fever Ch. 02



Kirk pulled up in front of the apartments where Tiffany lived. When he didn't turn the car off right away, Tiffany asked him, "Would you come up and meet my mother. If you don't, she'll think I spent the night with someone I let pick me up in a bar." She giggled. "Which is what happened, but she doesn't need to know that. Please?"

He nodded and turned off the car. He realized he really liked the young black woman, and would be seeing more of her in the future. He wasn't sure how, but he knew their futures were somehow entwined. He got out of the car and walked around to help her out. As she stood up, she reached up and kissed him. "Thank you," she said.

Tiffany's family lived on the sixth floor of the ten story building, in the front apartment. As soon as she opened the door, they heard her mother calling, "Tiffany Williams! Get your black slut ass in here, right now!" Tiffany looked back at Kirk, rolling her eyes.

"Yes, Momma. I'm right here. You don't need to scream."

"Don't you go telling me what I need or don't need to do. Who in hell is this you dragged in? Some white trashy dirt you picked up in some low life bar, no doubt." 

Just then, a young woman, a bit lighter toned than Tiffany, walked into the room dressed only in panties and bra. "Jasmine, go put some clothes on. You don't need to show your trashy ass to every three legged person on the planet."

Kirk was nearly overwhelmed by the emotions in the room. He was suddenly aware that he no longer needed to be in contact with a person to be able to communicate with them. Last night, in the bar, and on the island, he had communicated with the other patrons and the park officer with out being in contact with them. 

He examined the mother first–fear, nameless, deep seated, because he was a white man; hate, same engenderment and history; distrust; nausea, at the thought he might have had her daughter. He had a flash of insight, tying the nausea to her fear and hate. 

Slowly, he peeled back the emotional scabs obscuring her memory. Many of them involved interactions with white men as she grew up, men who had taken advantage of her, abused her, physically, sexually, emotionally, financially. Finally, he reached the core, dimly aware that she was openly sobbing, and Tiffany was pulling on his arm. "Just a moment, Tiffany. I can't leave her like this. 

Rose Williams became aware of a voice in her head asking about the memory she was experiencing, about an event she had buried so deep she had all but forgotten it–

She was fourteen that summer, thirty five years ago. She and her mother were visiting her uncle down in Charlottesville. He had been called in to work a night shift. At midnight, it was still in the upper 80s, with humidity to match. She and her mother had been sharing a bed. They woke to the sound of a window breaking, and some young men laughing. Her mother went out to see what was going on. 

A few minutes later she tried to scream, but it was quickly muffled. Rose ran to see what had happened, and found her mother on her knees, struggling, between two white boys, one in her pussy, one in her mouth. As she started forward to try to help her mother, she was grabbed from behind. 

She had been a virgin until that night. Before the three drunken college boys left, they each made sure there were no virgin holes left in the house that night. The incident had been reported to the police; no one was caught, or even questioned.

Kirk moved to sit by Rose and took her in his arms. He helped her see the horror she and her mother had survived, and to understand that not all men were like the animals who had ravaged them that night. 

He let Tiffany see what he had learned. She came to them and hugged her mother. He knew it would take time, but Rose would no longer suffer the paralyzing, baseless fear she had always felt dealing with any white man.

Kirk turned to Jasmine. From her, came contempt and derision. He laughed at the basis. Jasmine was still, technically, a virgin at eighteen; her contempt for young white men was based on the urban myth that all white men were substantially smaller in the genitalia department than black men. Without challenging her belief system, he instilled in her a very strong desire to see his package, to handle it, kiss it, swallow it. 

Exploring her mind, he learned that she didn't mind performing oral sex with an audience, but she balked at having that audience include her mother. Feeling a little hypocritical, he removed that little barrier from her thinking and released her, with a little push toward fulfilling her desires. While her mother brought herself under control, Jasmine walked across the room, swaying her hips like a Tahitian hula dancer.  

When she reached the couch holding her mother, sister and Kirk, she dropped to her knees in front of him. With a nervous glance toward her mother, she reached for Kirk's belt. There was no indication from her momma about her actions, so she continued, loosening his belt and unbuttoning the waist band of his trousers. Another glance at her mother caught the older woman in the middle of licking her lips.

Tiffany watched her mother and sister, caught in a Kirk-imposed silence. "Kirk," she thought, "what the hell is going on? What are you doing?"

"First, I am teaching your sister not to judge people based on race. She has feelings of contempt for non-black people, including Arabs, Indians, and Asians, simply because they are not black; she also believes the myth that all black men have bigger cocks than everybody else. I'm about to disabuse her of that myth. 

"Second, your mom has a desire for some revenge. I can control the severity of her actions and let her take out her anger on me safely, and give us all a good time."

"Are you sure? She can be a really mean bitch, believe me!"

"I know; I also know that much of the reason for the meanness has been dissipated. After today, your mother will be a nicer person, not nice, but nicer, less angry. Think you can live with that?" the voice asked her, chuckling.

"I can, can you? What are you going to let her do?"

"Watch, and participate when she tells you."

"Jasmine! What are you doing?" Rose looked at Kirk. "And you, white boy, what the fuck are you doing, trying to grope me? Get your hands off me!" Kirk, pulled his arms back, his right forearm grazing her ample bosom in the process. 

"Son of a bitch!" exclaimed Rose, "just because you're a white man doesn't mean you can cop a feel whenever you want to, especially in my own house!"



She leapt to her feet. "Grab him girls and hold him down!" When she saw the girls had him secured on the floor, she reached for Kirk's zipper and pulled it down, then pulled his pants and boxers down to his ankles. 

She and Jasmine looked at his flaccid member and snickered. "Look at that little thingamabob," Rose sneered. "It'd hardly make a decent mouthful, let alone fill a pussy."

"Oh, yeah, bitch? I'll bet neither you or your prick teasing little girl can swallow it when it's hard, or make me come."

"We'll see, vanilla boy, we'll see," she laughed. "Jasmine, see if you can give that toy pecker some hard, so we can see what we're gonna be playing with."

Jasmine grinned. She loved the feel of a cock getting hard in her mouth. Most of the ones she was used to she could swallow while they were flaccid. Then, as they got hard, they pushed her head back and off the cock as it raised up, until just the head was in her mouth. This puny little thing would be like sucking on a baby's pacifier.

She closed her mouth over Kirk's three inch flaccid dick. When he felt her tongue begin to bounce it in her mouth, he let it harden to his full eight and a half inches, pushing its way down her throat, as he mentally held her head in place until it was fully erect. As soon as he let her free, she backed off his cock, her muffled scream growing louder by the millisecond, "aaaarrrrgg. What the fuck..."

"Girl, you watch yo...motherfuck, look at him! Oohh, vanilla boy, are we gonna have us some fun! At least, I am; I don't know about you." She stripped off her dress and underwear, then knelt over his face. 

"You gotta get me ready. I hope you like pussy,'cause I'm here until Lady Priscilla is hungry for that rod you were hiding. You girls, keep him hard for me. I intend to ride him until this old pussy is too sore to take another poke." 

Kirk sucked her clitoral shaft into his mouth, and began lashing at the sensitive bud at its tip. "Ooowwooo! You little fucker! You keep that up and you might live thru today. Mmm, don't stop! You've got me just about ready to ride." 

She started thrusting her hips back and forth across Kirk's mouth and chin, increasing her speed until she could no longer move. "Damn, vanilla boy, at least your tongue knows its way around a pussy. Let's see if your cock is as talented."

She lifted herself to slide down Kirk's chest and stomach. Her ass felt a head of hair in the way as she encountered Jasmine still busy sucking Kirk's cock. "Jasmine, sweetie, if you don't get your head off that cock, it's gonna wind up chin deep in my lady. So, move it!" she nearly shouted the last sentence. Jasmine pulled her head back.

"Momma, can I ride his face now? My pussy is aching for some relief."

"Ask Tiffany. He's her boyfriend."

"Just a friend, momma. A good friend, one I can trust when I need help."

"And what kind of help did you need last night?" Rose asked her daughter.

"The kind you two apparently need today," she laughed. "Kirk, do you mind if Jasmine satisfies herself on your tongue?"

"I don't see that I have much choice, but, when your mother is done with me, it's gonna cost your little sister that cherry she's been guarding."

Jasmine had been in the process of mounting Kirk's face when she heard his comment about her cherry. "H–h–how did you know..." She moved back to his chest to kneel over him.

"Oh, little girl, I know all about you. How you used to stuff your bras with ankle socks to make you look bigger; how you practiced in your room every night how to sashay your hips and walk like a model; how you used to sneak cu..." She covered his mouth with her hand.

"Tiffany! You've been tattling..."

'I haven't told him anything. He's a psychologist, and knows people. Sort of a mental Sherlock Holmes."

Jasmine looked at Kirk suspiciously. "For real?" Kirk nodded. "So if I make myself come on your face..."

"Correction," Kirk said. "If I make you come with my tongue, I get your cherry, and a chance to make you come so hard you'll beg for more."

"Momma?"

Rose had long since engulfed Kirk's rod and was just sitting on it, enjoying the feeling of having a stuffed cunt, while the Jasmine-Kirk drama resolved itself. "Hmm?"

"Is it okay, what he said?"

"It's your cherry, Jasmine, and you're an adult now. Supposedly. Legally. You can spend your cherry on anyone you want. All I can tell you is that vanilla boy's cock feels pretty fuckin' fine. And he knows how to treat twats with that tongue. 

"Vanilla boy, I gotta feeling if it had been you that caught me that night so long ago, my life would have been a lot different. 

"Jasmine, either shit or git! I got me some serious skizzlin' to get done. In fact just git, you can have him when I'm done." Jasmine moved to the side, to watch with Tiffany as her mother dropped down to engage Kirk in a lover's kiss while her hips started moving up and down on his manhood. "Mmmmm," was all they heard for a long time. 

As the girls watched, their hands found each other's moist slits. Sisters slowly stroked each other, eyes glued to the nearly animalistic mating taking place on the floor before them. 

Soon Rose's hips were a blur as Kirk's drummed a tattoo on the floor. Rose emitted a high pitched squeal around their kiss as she had her first orgasm. She was immobile, her legs out straight along Kirk's. 

He paused momentarily, until she started to relax, then started again. Rose dropped her knees and began her thrusting motion again. She broke from the kiss and buried her face in Kirk's shoulder. 

"Oh, shit, vanilla boy, what are you doing to me? Omigod ohohoh oh shit oh fuck go more harder oh motherfuck i'mmm coooooomiiiiiiiii ahhhhhhhhhh!" Her body went rigid again. Kirk's arms held her in place as his upward thrusting slowed, but didn't stop.  

"Goddam, boy, more? Go for it, fuck me fuck me good, like I'm your momma, c'mon white boy fuck your black momma fuck her like there ain't no tomorrow fuck me spray your jism all over my black cunt give me that seed I want cmon boy faster you can do it give me a baby is that what you want you want my black baby to fuck you which one you want the one you already fucked or her baby sister cmon you don't fuck them until you spray that fuckin white seed up in my hungry cunt cmon yessss good boy Mmmmm more yessss keep it pumpin' good boy." 

She turned to kiss Kirk. "Thank you, vanilla," she said, smiling. "That was good. You come back soon. You hear?"

She raised up, to pull off Kirk, and was surprised to find him still erect. She glanced at his face and smiled, then bent down and swallowed his cock, sucking the remaining cum from him. 

"You lost both your bets, vanilla. You owe me. I'll collect later, right now I need to lay my ass down. Jasmine, unless Tiffany disagrees, vanilla boy is all yours until he comes again."

("?") Tiffany sent to Kirk. He nodded. "Wear yourself out, Jasmine. But I'll bet you quit before he does." Tiffany got up and followed her mother to the back of the apartment. Kirk got up and laid down on the couch, beckoning Jasmine. When she started to straddle his chest, he turned her to the 69 position and pulled her pussy to his face, tongue already out.

Three times, over the last half hour, Kirk brought Jasmine to orgasm. Using his native physical skills and his mental powers, he stimulated every square millimeter of her vulva, including the inside of her vaginal sheath. 

Jasmine would swear she felt his tongue tickling the end of her love tunnel, the entrance to her cervix and her g-spot, sometimes all at the same time. Every time she deep throated him, she was certain his tongue invaded her quim; his hands had been busy mauling her tits or caressing her ass, so she knew it hadn't been fingers inside her.

And now, she was so ready to give up that little bit of tissue everyone made such a fuss about. Even in cultures which actively promoted sex as a medium of self expression like the United States did, losing one's virginity was considered a big deal, and to a certain extent, regulated by law. Not before you were eighteen, unless to another person under eighteen, but only if you were over fifteen. She wondered if it were as big a deal for guys.

She pulled her mouth from the cock which had filled it for the past half hour. "Hey, vanilla?" she called, not remembering if she had ever heard his real name.

"Hmm?"

"I'm ready to, uh, honor my part of our bargain."

"Hmm?"

"I'm ready for you to, you know."

"Know what?"

She swung around to face him, eyes bright with a combination of horny and anger. "I'm ready to let you fuck me, bastard. Or at least I was. Now you can go fuck yourself!"

Kirk laughed and grabbed her as she started to climb off him. He pulled her face down for a kiss. That remarkable tongue invaded her mouth and seemed to caress and sample all her surfaces at the same time. 

His hands were all over her breasts and buttocks, softly stroking, teasing, scratching, pulling, pinching, teasing, comforting, in sequence, one after the other and all at the same time. Her head was swimming in confusion. Kirk guided her hips over his erection and positioned her so his corona was right at her introitus, then urged her hips down.

She felt him slide in. Damn! So this is what all the secrecy was about! She pushed down and felt him enter another fraction of an inch. She wanted to stretch this out as long as possible. It felt almost as good as coming, but it was lasting longer. 

Motherfuck, if she had known...this day would have happened years ago! She felt the impediment. Her eyes flew open to meet Kirk's laughing blues. She grinned in response. "Goddam, vanilla! What do I do now?"

"Just rise up a little to take the pressure off your hymen, your cherry, then push down fast. It'll hurt, like pulling off a scab that isn't fully healed, but it only lasts for a minute or so." He was still in her head and controlled her perception of the pain.

She did as he instructed. She felt the pain, like a hypodermic shot, but by the time she had reached the bottom of his cock, it was gone. She stayed still for a moment, getting used to the fullness. Looking down at their nexus, she said, "I used to think all white guys had small dicks; that's what I'd heard, since I was old enough to be interested, anyway. Are they all like you?"

"No more than all black guys are hung like a porn star. I'm bigger than average, but not all that much. Most guys, regardless of color are six inches or so, give or take an inch. 

"You know, it sounds great to say your lover has a 12-inch cock, but realistically, you're only going to be able to fit eight or nine inches of it in you without hurting yourself and him. Your sheath is only about five inches long, and, unless you're pregnant, doesn't quite double in length when you have sex. 

"You're lucky because you're tall and it has room to expand. Imagine me trying to fuck a girl who was a foot shorter than you. Inside, she has everything you have, in a smaller space. Where is her snatch going to go?"

Jasmine began posting on Kirk's cock. Slowly at first, rapidly gaining speed until, like her mother and sister, her hips became a blur as she fucked the white stranger under her. She felt him returning her motion, encouraging her to climax again. 

She didn't think she could come again this soon after her three times on his tongue, so the sensation in her belly surprised her. As did the rapidity with which it spread throughout her body until it broke like a wave over her, immobilizing her in mid stroke. Kirk's hands on her breasts brought her back. 

"Omigod! Oh, shit! Fuck! I...I...I ...I don't, I can't describe that. Oh, god." she dropped down to kiss Kirk, her tongue caressing his tonsils. "Thank you." He began to move in her slowly. "Wha... Oh, yes. That feels good." She relaxed on his chest as he moved in and out of her. She felt him wrap her up in his arms and legs. Then he turned them so she was on the bottom.

Kirk began to seriously move in her, slamming his pubes against hers, rubbing her clit with his shaft, stimulating her g-spot with each stroke. Jasmine's eyes opened wide in wonder as her orgasm began to build again, erupting like a volcano in her vagina and spreading like a tsunami throughout her body and back to rebound again. "Ohhh, yessss," she hissed in pleasure, wrapping Kirk in her arms and legs as he had her only minutes ago. 

She felt him continue to move, his thrusts coming faster, harder. His breathing started to be come labored, in panting gasps. Then he stiffened and emitted a series of grunts. She felt the splashes of heat against her inner walls. 

She squealed in glee as she realized what her lover had done. Her legs tightened around his thighs, in a nearly universal, instinctual move to keep the seed deep within her, to be vacuumed up by her cervix, funneled to her eggs, if there were any.

Kirk collapsed on her, mashing her breasts. Her lips sought his. He gathered her to his chest, crossed his legs behind him and sat back, pulling her into his lap as they sat there. He moved his arm under her leg, pulling the leg over his shoulder, then repeated the motion on her other side. She giggled as she felt him move into her another inch or more. "Are you okay?" he asked, softly, nibbling at her ear lobe.




Fever Ch. 02



"Oh, god, yes," she breathed, her smile a mile wide. "How are you after me and momma all but raped you?"

"It coulda been worse. So, you still think all blacks are better lovers than us vanilla boys?" he asked, turning the pejorative into a positive descriptor.

She laughed. "Let me just say that I won't prejudge anybody again based on the color of their skin. Isn't that a hell of an admission these days?" She shook her head and laughed, then kissed him again. "Are we ever going to see you again, after the way we treated you today?"

"I expect so. I don't know how or why, but I have a feeling Tiffany's future and mine are tied together somehow. For a long time. Regardless of that, you and I will always be together in our memories. I was your first lover, you were my first black virgin. And for a cherry, you were a great fuck," he said smiling. Jasmine smiled back, beaming.



While driving home from Tiffany's apartment, Kirk counted up his climaxes over the past twenty-four hours. On the Island, twice more over night with Tiff, with the mother, and then, finally, with Jasmine, in roughly nineteen or twenty hours. 

Mentally, he sought out Mary to see if she would be home. When he located her, her thoughts were confused, chaotic, work centered. Unable to get a firm grip on her, he assumed she was, and would be, at work for awhile, unavailable to him.

Pulling on to his street, his house, at the end of the cul de sac, just at the beginning of the circle drive, was clearly visible. A strange Altima was in the driveway. He pulled in beside it and glanced in it to see if there was any indication of the owner. 

Judging from the neatness of the interior, it was either a woman, a neat freak, or a combination of the two. It was the last, as he was about to learn.

Kirk walked in the front door and heard his mother speaking. From the timbre of the responding voice, her guest was a woman. When he tried to access his mother's perceptions, she denied him entry and called to him, verbally. "Kirk, we're in the den. Please join us."

He walked down the hall and turned in to the den, and found his mother talking with Dr Hsu. His surprise was complete. "Dr. Hsu! Wow, this is a pleasant surprise. What are you doing here?"

"Hello, Kirk. I came by to see how you are getting on. I was very worried when you left the hospital Wednesday. Has there been any repeat of the fever, or any other strange symptoms?"

"What kind of symptoms? I feel fine, except for a little fatigue, but I haven't been sleeping all that much since I left the hospital. I, uh, have been sort of busy."

Meg coughed and interrupted him. "I'm sure Dr Hsu doesn't need to hear about your," she hesitated, "recreational activities, Kirk."  She glared at him from behind the doctor, and drew her hand across her lips, in the universal sign for "zip it." 

The doctor blushed and turned back to Meg. "Thank you, Mrs Reynolds. You're right. If they are the usual activities of the mid twenties male, I don't need to hear any details. I would be interested, however, in an estimate of frequency, to compare averages for his age, and also a comparison of pre and post treatment frequencies." She turned back to Kirk, waiting.

"What? Oh, uh. Before the fall and fever, I was, uh, recreating, with a partner, once or twice a week, and by myself, daily unless I was sure of having a partner later that day. Since I left the hospital, what, four days ago, I have recreated to release at least eleven times." 

Meg's brows went up. Quickly counting, she could account for half a dozen 'recreational sessions.' She wondered who besides the young black woman he had been with since he got out of the hospital.

Mary Hsu blushed. "Well, uh, as I recall, that might be on the high side of average. May I ask how many partners that entails?"

"Four," he answered. "Six times with one, three with another, then two others, once each."  He grinned, sensing both his mother's anxiety, and the doctor's discomfort. 

"The six times were spread out over four days, the three times over a twelve hour period last night, and the other two, early this afternoon. That was your next question, wasn't it?"

The doctor nodded, her cheeks bright red, her vagina beginning to seep. "Kirk, I really think you should come back to the hospital so we can monitor you for a few days, to make sure the fever doesn't return. And so we can track, uh, other things, too?"

Curiosity got the better of him. "What other things, doc?" he asked as he entered her mind. Her reaction startled him.

Her eyes widened as she stared at him. Her blush deepened by at least three shades. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth as she looked at Meg and back to Kirk. "You... Oh, no! You made me..." 

Her blush had almost completely covered the sallowness of her complexion. Her dark brown irises had nearly disappeared, her pupils were so dilated. "Omigod, I have to leave!"  She started to rise, but was stopped by Kirk.

"Talk to me, Mary. What's going on?"

"You know, you were just in my head, like you were the other day."

"You remember? Even though I told you to forget about what I did that day?" He looked at his mother. "Are you following this?"

"No, dear, I can't read her unless I make contact with her physically when I make the link."

"Can you piggyback on me, read her through me?"

"Maybe; let me in." Kirk felt her enter, and lowered his barriers around his memories of Mary. He saw Mary's brows go up further. She swung around to look at Meg, and started to get up and run. "Let her go," said Meg. When Mary heard that, she simply moved to another chair, away from the mother and son.

"She remembers everything?"

"Apparently, at least everything I do."

"The only explanation I can think of is that she's one of us..."

"What do you mean I'm one of you?"

"Wow, I guess that proves it. Mary, has anything like today or like us on Wednesday happened to you before? Something you might have passed off as deja vu?"

Reluctantly, "Sort of. The most vivid was Wednesday when you were with Joyce. I had flashes of a vision of her riding you, and I knew it was true, just as much as I knew she was in the room with you."

"Have you ever been able to tap into it to help you in your work?"

"No, except for knowing how to make a patient more comfortable. There isn't a lot of call for diagnosis in the ICU. When I was in med school, and during my internship, I was able to help patients express and describe their symptoms to make diagnosis easier."

Kirk stood up and walked to her. Standing in front of her, he pulled her to her feet and pulled her to him, wrapping her up in his arms. "Welcome to our little group, whatever we are." He bent down and kissed her. 

When the kiss broke, she asked him, "Did you really make me pregnant with triplets?"

He nodded while he did a scan of her uterus. "So far everything seems okay. You were able to hear me and Mom mind talk; can you get into my head like I got into yours?"

"I don't know. Before, I sort of just backtracked Meg. It was like there's some sort of electrical path set up between the two people that I was able to see, not visually, but...you know?"

Kirk laughed. "Hell, Mary, I don't even know how I do this. I am not at all surprised by what you say. It makes as much sense as anything else I've learned about this power.

"Can you find my track and follow it into my mind?"  She nodded, and in an instant, he was aware of her presence. He led her to her own uterus, and let her 'see' her babies.

"Omigod!" she sobbed. "They are so beautiful." In the outer world, she threw her arms around Kirk's neck. "Thank you," she said, pressing her lips to his.

Meg had gone to the kitchen and put on water for tea. She correctly figured Mary would need a cup of something to help her assimilate the information she had just learned. 

Kirk was using the kiss to assess the level of skill Mary had inherited. She wasn't quite at the level of his mother, but still had more skill and power than the general population. 

For some reason, Tiffany's face kept flashing before his eyes. Yes, he realized, Tiffany also possessed some power. She too had been able to remember their encounters in the hospital, and she had been able to establish contact with him when she needed to. 

He thought about her, trying to contact her. "Kirk! This isn't really a convenient time to talk." He quickly scanned her. "Stop that!" she shouted at him, "Some things are private."

"Your Mom!"

"Your Mom?"

"Okay. Guilty. Can I borrow you for a minute? I need to have you try something."

"It can't wait? I'm sort of in the middle of things here."

"Okay, when you're done, try to contact me this way. If I don't hear from you, I'll be back in, how much longer?"

"An hour?"

"Okay."



Tiffany gingerly made her way across the slushy roadway to the sidewalk leading to Kirk's office building. It had been five months since their tryst on Lone Pine Island; since he had allowed her mother to use him to exact her revenge on white men; since he had popped her little sister's cherry; since she had learned how to communicate mentally. 

That afternoon, after her mother had fallen into a post orgasmic nap, she had tried to remember what Kirk had done with the guys in the bar when he wanted to implant suggestions. 

She tried it, and was surprised when Kirk answered her. She was certain he had not been in her head while she had been sixty-nining with her mother. She could tell when he was in her head. "Wow! You're here, and I called you! Does that mean I can teleport and do all the other stuff you do?"

"I don't think so. I can talk to my mother like this, but that's the limit of her ability. But this is enough. My guess is that you will be able to read people and talk to them, but only after you forge a link while you're in physical contact with them."

"You mean I have to touch them to be able to see in their heads?"

"Only the first time, after that, it doesn't matter, even if they're miles away. And if you don't want a repeat of this afternoon, when I interrupted you, you can block incoming parties like this..." and he showed her the technique he had stumbled on. "To drop it, just relax.

"That was what I wanted to find out, whether or not you had telepathic ability. I don't know what it means, yet; but, I don't want to lose contact with you, Tiffany. This way, face to face, or belly to belly, promise me you'll stay in touch."

"I promise, vanilla boy, but, remember, communication lines run two ways."

They had maintained contact mentally. She had told him of her transfer out of ICU, a few weeks later, for a temporary health condition. Nothing serious, and self limiting. 

But lately, there had been some symptoms related to the condition which were bothering her. She needed to see Kirk, to see if they were normal; only he or his mother would be able to tell her.

She stopped at the security desk inside the State Hospital building and asked for Kirk Reynolds. When the guard started to ask if she was expected, without touching him, she guided his hand to the phone and had him dial Kirk's office. 

She took the phone from him. When Kirk answered, she replied, "Kirk, it's Tiffany. I'm at the security desk in your building. I need to see you, now."

She felt Kirk enter her head. Using her vision, he guided her to the elevators, then to his office. When she knocked, he opened the door.

"Hello, Daddy." 

(To be continued)



Fever Ch. 02



Chicago: 

Obsessive: A persistent disturbing preoccupation with an often unreasonable idea or feeling: compelling motivation. (2013, Merriam Webster)

Excessive: Exceeding what is usual, proper, or necessary...(2013, Merriam Webster)

Tavis

Excessive: That's my word for today. Mom said I needed to learn it because she was so tired of hearing me talk about vampires and anything related to them. She said that I needed to know how close to sick I was, and how unhealthy my passion for a creature that's not even human is. It was so bad that although I was only ten, I had resulted to begging my dad, who by the way is the reason I'm obsessed with Vampirism, to allow me to be like them and stay in during the day time and conduct my affairs at night.  

Conduct was my word last week; compliments again of mom, who said I needed to learn how to conduct my behavior while out and about with Aunt Jill, who's also my day sitter, and my sister Olivia. While Olivia eats up any thing that Jill says, I can't stand being around her because she has a rare disorder involving house plants. I'm not saying she's crazy, or anything like that, but she has some weird obsession with those things. They're accumulating around her home as if she has her own green house. I know a person can love plants but seriously, I'd diagnose her with OCD if I could, because the woman has a plant for every season in her home. 

She started out with having them as decorations, but ended up using them on a habitual basis, in a ritualistic way. That was about two years ago. Now she makes sure the house is the right temperature at all times, she is always vac cumming and cleaning anything with a plant in site, which is everything in her home. 

She has them in the bathroom, in Olivia's room upstairs, my room down stairs- everywhere, they are covering the living room, of course neatly, but it's so bad that you can barely walk through her house. She even has them hanging from her kitchen ceilings like lanterns. I don't like being here because ironically enough, the soil makes my allergies flare up, but mom says I'm a hypochondriac- Which I am not! I just don't want to end up sick or in the hospital dead somewhere before I get the chance to turn. 

She and dad are lucky they don't have to go through any of that. I know what it's like to be sick for days on end and believe me, it's no fun. That's why I want to become a vampire. There is so much about my mom and Stefan that is so cool, that I just can't wait til the day my chance comes along, because I'm taking it. I'm going to dive head in first and not look back. Why would I need to when I will be able to vanish anywhere I think of in my mind, communicate with my family when far away and I will also be able to have a super strength that succeeds anything known to the human race. 

I mean, I'll even be able to hear from the other room without straining my ears against the door. Another thing that has me fascinated is that I will become an even better warrior than what I am as a human. I am good at being on my feet. I love Karate and am quite advanced at it for my age. I am also good at spells, particularly casting and protecting. I can put a protective spell on anyone or anything I want. Once I put a protection spell on my sister's diary and she couldn't open it for a whole week. It took her that long to figure out that's why it would never budge when she tried to open it. After chasing me around the living room, demanding that I take the spell off her diary, she threatened to beat me to a pulp. 

While I was good at using my body for martial arts, my sister was very limber and quick with her moves. She was so fast that often times, she beat me when ever we spar. This makes her excellent at fighting with weapons of her choice. She's like a buffy the vampire slayer in real life, except for she's black. However, while she's buffy, I am great at balance and doing things on point. I push myself in everything I do. My dad also says I have a gift for learning because at ten, I have a vocabulary that would blow most kids my age out of the water. It's easy for me to learn anything that has to do with reading, writing, science, which is my favorite subject, and history. Science is my favorite subject because we get to build things in class and experiment to see how they work 

My parents and I- including my other two siblings- have traveled to many many places around the world and it's been fun, at-least about as much as we could have from a mother who has to be around us twenty four seven. My mother is so paranoid that it took her three years to even allow us to leave the house after what happened to Stefan Jr. the youngest in our family. It was something about a lady named Pearl snatching him from his crib and making off with him for some unknown purpose. 

My parents won't explain to me why, it's just the way it happens. Anyhow, I think that my mom and dad need to chill out, especially mom, who freaks out when she can't get a hold of one of us. The only reason she allows us to go with Jill is because she knows that we will be safe with her and the fact that me and Olivia are humans, makes it least likely for anything to happen to us in broad day light, she encourages aunt Jill to do all that she can with us during the day time. We go to school, go to the mall, hang out with our friends, do all things that normal teenagers our age do, with the exception that we under no circumstances use what we have learned on others. No magic, no fighting and no weaponry, just good old fashioned fun. 

I think she's trying to make sure we enjoy our human years because she no longer has hers and there are times that I think she misses it. She's been a vampire for seven years and she often complains that the only times she gets to go out in the day light is when it's raining out or in the winter, after the evening, right before dusk. 

She says the summer is too hot and that it burns her flesh when ever she even opens the front door. I tell her that's because she's meant for the night, when life is fascinating and everything that's worth observing is observed. I love my mom, don't get me wrong, but man, that woman complains about everything. It's amazing that my dad doesn't walk around with plugs in his ear. 

I honestly don't knows how he handles the billions of complaints she make all the time. If she's not fussing at me about proper clothing for the season, she's fussing about my sister's horrible taste in music. My sister is pure hip hop and pop. I like some hip hop but mostly old jazzz. She always say I'm a grown man stuck in a young boy's body. 

Aunt Jill says I have an old spirit. I agree with her, because I find the mall boring and I find most kids my age trivial. I don't like sports, that's what I believe Jr. the youngest of us will be into when he gets older. Six years old and he can already throw a football. I don't like television or movies. 

I prefer anything structured,with an educational back ground to it.I'd rather sit around building science projects with my dad or going through his extensive collection of library books, where he has everything from the Grimm's brothers to Tom Sawyer. 

I don't mind being outside, as long as I can go off into the woods somewhere just to inspect the insects and animals. I know, all of this may sound dull and boring but hey, what's a kid like me to do? Become dumb down by what they consider entertainment now a days? I think not...I'd rather keep my intellect any day over that mess. The cartoon I hate more than any of these stupid things is sponge bob. 

I'd really like to go shoot the guy in the head who made that moronic cartoon. It makes adults look like brainwashed idiots and besides, I swear sponge bob and Patrick are gay. Sponge bob may just have an I.Q. So low though that he eats crayons on a regular basis. There is nothing I like about that cartoon. Most of the shows I like are ones that were out when my mother was a kid. I swear the nineties was cool and I wish I could have lived back then. The shows make much more since. Are you afraid of the dark, all that, hey dude, salute your shorts. Yeah, I like those. My favorite is goosebumps. R.L. Stine is the man. Doug, yeah, I know all the greats. They had a less acid trip imagination in my opinion. It just makes since. 

I think they tried to become creative for my generation but instead ended up with the stupid stick if you know what I mean. Anyway, enough of how stupid my generation is and back to what is the real purpose of this voice recording... 

"Today I wanted to share with you about how old I plan to be when I become a vampire..."

My tape recording was interrupted as the door to my room opened and my sister came in, threw herself on my bed and looked up at me, "Hey El Stupido." I cut the record button on my tape player. "I'm not the one with straight f's on my report card." I stated.

"Hey, I didn't get all f's. I managed to hit a home run with a D this semester." She smirked back.

"Congratulations, there is a p-sized brain in that head of yours." My tone was full of sarcasm.

"Hey, just because I'm an educational reject, doesn't mean you have much room to talk. Look at your wardrobe. Looking like you stepped out of a decade old photo shoot." 

"Fades are going to come back in, as well as the coveralls and my converse."

"God I hope not, because you look atrocious in what you wear!" Her tone full of laughter.

"Did you come in here to annoy me with your ugly face or was there something worth saying going to come out of your mouth."

"Mom wants to know what you want for dinner."

I shrugged my shoulders, "I'm not really hungry."

She sighed, "You better pick something, because I really don't want to hear another one of her lectures. You know how she get when we tell her we are not hungry."

I rolled my eyes, already irritated. "Tell her what ever she decides is fine with me."

"Even if it's those ugly green peas?" 

Another shrug of the shoulders stated my answer, "Peas don't matter to me. I'm just hungry."

"Alright." She stated and then hopped up off my bed and left my room. 

~~ 

A half an hour later, mom called me downstairs for dinner. I went from my room, following my nose. The aroma of pork, southern style baked beans and buttery mashed potatoes made my stomach rumble. I made my way through the living room and into the kitchen, where I was greeted with a hot colorful dish. I felt my stomach rumble upon looking at the food that had been sat in my usual seat. Pulling a chair out and sitting down, I grabbed my napkin and tucked it into my chin. 

Just as I did this, my mother came into the kitchen, and glanced at our plates, a forlorn look in her eyes. I knew she missed the taste of cooked food, which was why she prepared it for us herself. I could sense her sorrow. I let out a sigh of empathy on her behalf. Mom had been a vampire for seven years and it seemed as if she hadn't gotten used to the fact that she wasn't completely human. 

She could eat anything we ate, but it didn't give off any flavor with the dried blood. It was no secret that she still longed for her human life. She still longed for day walks and the ability to do things humans did. After all, she had been human all but the last seven years of her life. 

"Dinner looks good mom." I stated, looking up at her.

Her emotion was that of sadness as she sighed, "Yeah, it does doesn't it?"

"You did a great job, it smells delicious." I stated.

"I didn't cook this time. I tried but..." I watched as tears welled up in her eyes. 

"Maybe you shouldn't have become a vampire," A voice stated, her tone cold. I rolled my eyes as my sister came into the kitchen. "Now you are missing out on all of these delicious delights, beautifully, fully cooked meals, scrumptious deserts...but most of all, precious sunlight." She came and sat down across from me. Her tone sounded tender yet cynical. "Did you know mother that humans need at least fifteen minutes of sunlight a day, that way they can get all of the nutrients sunlight provide, like vitamin D?" 

Mom flickered her eyes at Olivia, irritation in them, "Yeah, I guess, but I'm going to do some studying, I'll see you later." She stated, taking off toward their library. Mom was entering her last year of med school for dermatology and then afterward, she would continue on through her clinicals. Although my mom had major sat backs regarding her schooling, that was one thing she never complained about. Mom truly did love her family. I've never once heard her complain about having us or how we were a burden to her. 

When she left, I glanced over at Olivia. Although she was the spitting image of mom, I swear the girl was evil. She would often times hurt people the same way she'd done mom by rubbing something in their face. I couldn't wait for the day when she'd get hers. It was no secret that Olivia did not like Stefan nor did she interact with Jr. at least not too much, but she seemed to fester in hatred for our mother and I knew why. 

"Why do you have to be such a snide a hole?" I asked, my tone a sharp whisper.

"You mean snide ass hole?" She corrected, her eyes beautiful honey brown slits. 

"Yes. Why did you do that? You know mom's been having a hard time adjusting. So why are you feeding her discouragement?"

Olivia rolled her eyes, "It's not my fault she's a damn blook sucker!" Lascivious indignation wrapped around every word.

"The least you could do was give her encouragement to grow into it, instead you make everything worse. Your attitude, grades, smart mouth, all of that stuff just makes her boil over. I know what you can do Olivia, I remember what your grades looked like before this year. You are very intelligent, but you go around acting stupid."

Olivia yawned, signaling a dismissive gesture, "Not that that's any of your business, but I swear, everyday you sound more and more like him. It's sickening."

"He's our father." I stated, "I should sound like him."

A malicious laugh bubbled up from her mouth, "Our father? Our father? That man is not our father!" She hissed. " Our father is human. I hate him!" She gasped, her tone shaky with emotion, "If I could, I would drive a steak right through his heart first and then his skull." 

I leaned back, appalled at her words, "Don't say that." I whispered. "He's not a bad guy and he does way more than our real dad has ever done for us. Have you forgotten that he's the one who brought us this home and furnished everything in it?" 

Olivia laughed, her tone spewing it's hatred, "It doesn't matter. I hate him. He can't do..." She paused to wipe the tears out of her eyes, "anything our mother couldn't do before she met him. We were fine before he took her and made her one of those things. Look at her, she can barely stand to be in the room with any human without breaking down. He did this, he did!" 

"He loves her." I whispered to her, feeling as if her anger was justified, but at the same time, seeing in my mind's eye that our father did love our mother. He loved her ferociously. Olivia shook her head, "If he really loved her, he would never have taken her from her kids, at least not while we were young. If he really loved her, he would have given us those times we needed with our mother. What kind of love is the kind of love that makes you take someone else's life? What love is that? Please tell me, I want to know."

I exhaled, "We have Jill to do the things with us that our mother can't. Olivia."

"Things she can't do because she's dead." She seethed out.

"She's not dead, Olivia. She still has her soul."

Olivia balled up her fists, "She's dead Tavis and the sooner you accept that, the more realistic you will be when it comes to wanting to be one of those things. Why would you want to drink human blood? Why would you want to be imprisoned in such a way that you are limited to what you can and can't do?"

I felt my own blood boil at this, "Limited to things like what; going out in the daylight? Making stupid friends that will only talk about you behind your back? Or maybe I should get friends like yours, the kind of people who hate vampires and all other animals?" I stated. "You guys are crazy."

She became defensive. "We are not crazy. We just think animal blood shed is wrong, that human blood shed is wrong."

"Yet you're willing to take the life of a vampire?" I whispered at her.

"Vampires are different. They are neither human nor animal."

"Olivia Petty!" I stated, my tone out raged, "You are awful. Uhk! I can't stand you right now." She pushed her plate full of veggies away from her. "You're my brother, my only brother and you won't even take up for me. You call me crazy? I'm human, you're human and we're living in the midst of a den of vampires and you call me crazy? It's a surprise our mother has not eaten us or even our beloved father. It's amazing we have not become what's filling their palate." Pushing her chair out from the table, she went upstairs to her room. 

I was left staring into my plate, trying to understand why my sister hated Vampires so much, why she hated the way we lived when we never lacked for anything? She still got to do everything she wanted with our mother, provided that she would go when mom asked her too, but she always said no. It was like she was here but not a part of our household. The only one she would even communicate with was me. She even ignored Jr. most of the time, when it wasn't even his fault he'd been born into this family. 

He had no say in what he'd become. I exhaled sharply and picked up my fork and knife, not withstanding any longer. My food had gone from sizzling hot to luke warm. Sticking my fork into the meat, I positioned the knife in between the little prongs and sliced through the meat. As I did, I felt my stomach fill with nausea as the juices displayed blood to my eyes. I felt my nostrils flare in disgust and my skin crawl. The one thing I had to get past with vampirism, was being squeamish around blood.

~~





Olivia

Repel: (to be incapable of adhering to, mixing with, taking up or holding. (2013, merriam Webster dictionary.) 

Disgust: marked aversion aroused by something highly distasteful. (2013, merriam webster disctionary)



I stared at myself in the mirror, thinking of the type of young woman I was on the verge of becoming. Although I'd inherited my mother's beauty, I'd inherited my father's side of physical genetics. Super skinny, borderline sickle cell anemia, and I was petite. Sickle cell anemia is a disease in which the blood is unable to produce oxygen in the red blood cells and deliver it to the body in an efficient manner. The only way to describe this would be the cell being curved in the form of a sickle or crescent and clumping together in blood vessels, causing the blood not to flow too good. This then causes fatigue, shortness of breath, dizziness, headache, coldness in both hands and feet, pale skin and chest pain. What a disease right? 

Anyhow, even though I don't have it, I do have the trait. My father's mother had it and his sister had it. I know more about my dad's side of the family than Tavis do, because I ask mom about them all the time. She's even adapted to allowing me go stay with our aunt, also her best friend. The weirdest thing is that I'm not sure Tavis knows that Jill is our real aunt, but her and mom have been best friends since high school. 

As a matter of fact, our mom met our aunt first and then became involved with our dad while they were in high school. As I think of this, I become angry at the fact that my mom and dad didn't stay together. Why? I don't know. I just know they didn't. Mom won't tell me why. Instead she fawns over the blood sucker. Saying how good of a man he is, and how good it has been being with a man that actually care about her and her kids. She's always talking about how sweet and adorable Jr. is. 




Fever Ch. 02



That gets on my nerves because I swear she neglects me and Tavis. It's almost like we aren't there. Tavis gets to hang out with the blood sucker, while I only have aunt Jill. Believe me, aunt Jill is a nice woman and I love her as my aunt and mom's best friend, but she's not my mother. She cannot replace the woman I was really close to as a kid. Well as close as a mother and daughter could be before her mom's life is taken by one of those things. I think sometimes that I would be better off just being on my own rather than being here with this family. 

The only thing I like about being here is the fact that I've learned to take care of myself, and I've learn to provide for my own needs. I feel like I may as well be an adult because I'm by myself anyway during the day time. Mom and blood sucker and baby blood sucker sleep during the day and come out in the evenings. What a way to live huh? It's so boring in this house and I hate the way it smells. No one seems to notice, but I can smell the blood here. 

It's like no matter how much they clean it, air it out, or even sterilize it, this house still smell bad. Do you know why? You can smell their blood and it smells funny. It doesn't smell normal. I hate being around them because I hate inhaling their scents. It smells like rubber gloves that dentist use that have the powder on the inside of them. Mom says that's not true because no one can smell vampire blood. 

Only vampires and animals have a nose that sensitive. I tell her all the time that vampires have a funny smell and it makes me gag when ever I'm around one. I absolutely abhor the sight of blood. I can't stand the deathly pale, lifeless look a lot of them have. Mom and Stefan may be pale, but they don't look life less. Another thing is, that they think vampires only come out at night. Mark my words, I've seen them come out during the day. I've smelled them. Not all of them have a light ring around the eyes, some have silver rings around the eyes. Not all of them are allergic to sunlight. Some of them seem to love the heat in low doses too and also, not all of them drink just blood. I've seen it with my own eyes. 

I tried telling them when I was nine how I could see vampires in the day light and how I could smell their blood, even recognize that not all of them look the same, that there are different types, but they didn't listen. They ignored me. So I just learned over the years to keep quiet about what I saw. I also knew that not all vampires were stealth. Like my parents. They were alert during the night, but unworried during the day. I bet they didn't know that there have been several things around our home during the day time, just watching it. I'm not sure what they are, but they're not vamps.

They give me chills. 

The weirdest thing is that they take on the form of humans, so they can become human to any passerby. At times they even can look like one of us. I saw it. If I was to tell them however, they wouldn't believe me. Never! My parents would think it was my imagination. I bet though, if one of them were to attack, they'd believe me. I notice that they crouch low and have the ability to shift to shadow form.

It's like they are waiting for some opportunity of some sort. The only reason they haven't fully attacked mom and Stefan is because I've placed a protective spell around the house. Not one of those rinky dink type that Tavis likes to use, but I've put an upper level spell on the house, because although I can't stand these guys, they are my family and I wouldn't want anyone to hurt them. I can be a lot of things, but a family killer I am not.

I wish I didn't feel the need to protect them because then I could do what I really want to do. I want to hunt vampires. I want to kill as many of them as I can because that's how awful they are to me. I've seen vampires take a lot of lives on television, but fortunately, I have never seen them actually harm someone out in public. The day I get to see one of those blood suckers holding someone against their will is the day I get to have a party. I am going to do more than run a stake through them. I may just torture them for fun, just to make what they suffer last longer before actually beheading them. 

Exhaling, I turn away from the mirror and look in my closet. Grabbing the body suit my mother made for my practice, I dressed myself and then went to the attic, where I chose to practice my kick boxing. It's not the same type of kick boxing one would normally do, but it involves other defense maneuvers, strikes and disabling moves that allow me to put my opponent out without any problem. My anger has enabled me to channel my own energy and put it into my fighting technique. I always start out with a little tai chi. 

After I finished my work out, I went down stairs, back to my room and grabbed a pair of clothing to take with me into the bathroom to shower. 

When I got out of the shower, I dressed, slipped on a pair of head phones and went downstairs, to the front door, opening it, going to check the mail. As I did, I noticed from the corner of my eye that something was moving by the pine tree that stood in our yard. Turning to my left, I glanced up at the tree. Everything was still. I figured it must have been a squirrel or something. Although it was chilly, with Halloween being right around the corner, squirrels still came out around this time. 

Continuing on my way, I walked the rest of the way to the mailbox. Because we lived on the outskirts of Chicago, in a suburban area, we had to walk at least a few minutes to the mail box. Our neighbors were not as close as you would think. We still had a half an acre of land of our own. The bloodsucker had inherited it from his own family, who'd long since passed on. 

I found myself wondering how could anyone want to live out here? It's like living out in the country; so far out that traffic couldn't be heard from where we lived. Although we'd only been here a couple of months, I'd walked from this edge of town, to downtown Chicago, which is a good twenty minute walk, and then to the other side of down town. I believe it is the west side or something, I don't know. 

All I know is that the place is very similar to our neighbor hoods here, except the houses are less spacious and neighbors are divided by hedges on the lawn. Instead of fences, hedges separate the areas. Here, it's just markers for separation of land. 

After grabbing the mail, I paused, my nostrils being filled with a different scent. Inhaling deeply, I felt my stomach rumble in disgust. I could tell that one, it was a vampire and two, that it was close by. Jerking my head to the left, I looked up in the tree, I didn't see anything except the branches moving. Turning to the right, I saw that there was nothing. 

Tucking the mail into the crook of my arm, I cleared my voice, "Show yourself, who ever you are." I wasn't afraid, my tone remained even. All I felt was anger and hatred for the thing. There wasn't no answer. However, the leaves continued to move in the tree, to my left. "Show yourself," I stated, "Any trespassers will be dealt with." I stated. It was then something occurred to me.

If the wind wasn't blowing, how were the branches in the tree moving? As if confirming my suspicions, a piece of a branch fell from the tree. Sitting the mail down, I bent down and grasped a handful of dirt in my hand. Looking around, I deliberately diverted my attention away from the tree as I called out, "Show yourself! This is my last plea!" 

I heard a giggle and as I was about to throw the dirt toward the pine tree, the front door opened, and Tavis came outside, "stultissimus..." he mumbled.

"Don't call me stupid." I stated, "There is someone out here and until you interrupted, I would have exposed it."

He lifted a brow at me."Exposed it?"

"Yes." I stated, already letting my guard down. I was sure that my brother had scared it away. At-least I couldn't smell it's scent anymore. Clearing my throat, I allowed the dust to sift through my fingers and then grabbed the mail. 

"What is it?" he inquired.

"It is a vampire, Tavis, and it is probably stalking our family."

Tavis laughed, "Yeah, right. Why would a vampire be stalking our family? There's no need to stalk. I'd freely join the rank of the undead." He stated, his tone both humorous and serious at the same time. I shook my head, already irritated at his truth. "I'm sure you would." 

~~

October 31 > Six months later:

Olivia

We celebrate Halloween, but I'm not sure everyone even understand the true meaning behind it. If there is one thing I have learned to do, it's know your enemy. Know the truths behind the myths you could say. Halloween in America is a place where everyone dress up and throw costume parties and take their little brats trick o treating. They go door to door, ask for candy and call it a night. 

As a matter of fact, that's what we are about to do. The family of vamps, forever shrouded in a cloud of mystery, because the only time the blood suckers come out and stay out for the longest period of time is during Halloween. Why? Not to pull pranks, not to impress every one with their "generic" brand of a costume and definitely not to go to parties, at least not the kind we go to. These monsters feed off those unsuspecting. 

They love to scare people just for the fun of it and they love to seduce, if that could be the right term for beguiling unsuspecting prey. Humans like to think we are at the top of the food chain, but on this night, we are at the bottom. 

Not only do vampires show themselves, but other creatures as well. Wolves, Gargoyles, yes those exist, but not in the form you'd think- they're not human and trust me, the last thing they want to do is sit as figurines, and spouts to cast off water from buildings. Gargoyles are animals. Although I haven't seen one yet, I know they exist because it's been recorded in history, as recently as the 1950's. That's the good thing about Stefan's library. 

He has every type of literature you would ever need. If it's not there, he can zip us to Egypt and there we will find it. Egypt is one of my favorite places because it's so mystical and it's in Africa, where my people originate. I want to go there to live one day. 

Anyhow, back to the things that come out at night. Witches- they exist, Stefan belongs to the strongest clan/coven, I have ever seen. These people know all sorts of ancient magic. Magic that goes beyond our modern idea of magic. 

Stefan can render an unsuspecting person immobile with just a touch. The most advanced magic users still have to utter words, but Stefan doesn't. He actually just touches you and you are submissive to his will. What ever he wishes to do, he can. I've seen him do it multiple times; even felt him in my mind a time or two when ever no one could find me. 

I still haven't figured out a way to keep him from entering my mind unwanted. I've tried every spell I could think of and none of them work. I don't think anyone should have that much power. Least of all him. Clearing my throat, I grab a couple of daggers, sheaf them into the velcro pockets attached to my suit. 

A few potions and slip those in the loops I'd designed myself for my favorite studded leather belt and slip a package of sunflower seeds into another Velcro pocket on my hip. I then push myself up off the armorer and straighten my dress. 

Purposefully clothing myself in a Victorian gown, just so I could hide all of my weapons. I stand back and take a look at myself. The black and silver Victorian gown looks beautiful on my frame as I look into the mirror. I even have a veil to accessorize it. 

My lipstick,a dark plum red made up with equally dark eye shadow makes me smile in pride. I really did look fantastic. Even alluring in a weird sort of way. I'd pasted liquid eyeshadow heavily on my eyes, going for a beautiful Egyptian themed eye make up. 

I would have worn my Egyptian costume, but seeing as how I'd worn that before, I just left it hanging in the closet. Grabbing my coat, I headed out to meet the rest of the family downstairs. 

Upon my arrival, I saw that Stefan Jr. Stefan, and Tavis was already down there. Tavis was dressed as a vampire as usual, the make up he wore giving him a shadowy look, creating a mysterious vision to behold. The makeup just brought out the rich brown in his eyes. He had sprinklets of blood colored in the corners of his lips. Even now as I looked at him, I saw someone well advanced for a ten year old. 

At ten, he already stood five four. He looked tall and slender, the well toned body evident in his boyish frame. It was no surprise that when he grew up, Tavis would be one of the most handsome black men, women ever laid eyes on. His hair was combed back in thick waves, compliment from a wave cap. Without the makeup, he already had the shadowing of a mustache. 

Stefan Jr. was dressed as G.I. Joe. The boy seemed to be more human than none human. He was the light added to the group, with an even brighter mindset. Although he was only six, his lessons were far above his age range. He could read on a sixth grade level and he had abilities that were far more advanced than his father. 

Even his physical strength seemed unique for his age range, but Stefan said that was normal in little boys such as he, those who were not only vampires, but council members as well. He had dark jet black hair that had one lone streak of white hair covering his face. 

This hair did not lay as long and curly as the rest of the curls that adorned his beautifully framed head, but lay sleek and straight. This was the mark he'd been birthed with for identification. 

Stefan was dressed as a butler with a white towel draped around his arm. I held the queasiness that hit my stomach in check and continued on down the stairwell. 

As I stared at him, even I couldn't deny that he was a handsome man with a square face shape, giving his features a more angular position at the left and right side of his jaw line. Full lips and beautifully shaped opal colored eyes with dark curly hair that was unruly and filled his entire head, covering his ears, kneck and forehead. He had an austere look to him. I suppose it was part of his character. 

"Of all things, a butler?" I inquired, my tone condescending.

"Just as you wear your Victorian dress." He stated, "It's hideously ugly, but that's the way we should be for Halloween." The sarcasm in his tone couldn't be missed. As I scowled at his comment, I heard a gasp. 

Turning around, I glanced up and was astounded to see my mother dressed as a street walker. The weirdest thing about it is that she looked good in the outfit, really good. Before the words came out of his mouth, I could picture the many thoughts going through his head as he stared at his wife. "Odilia Gregoire, what the hell do you have on?" He inquired, staring at her, his tone incredulous. 

"I thought I'd spice up Halloween and go as a hooker." As she descended the stairs, you could see that she'd altered one of her old outfits, making it short, to show off a nice set of legs. 

The outfit she'd chosen to alter had been an old tie die one. It had been a long form fitting summer dress. She had cut the dress up to mid thigh and then slit the thigh part. 

After that, she'd slit the front of the dress, slashing it across the front, showing a stripe of cleavage. She'd even altered one of the sleeves to make it sleeveless. As I stared at this, I couldn't help but wonder why she would do this, especially when she knew how Stefan felt about whores in particular. 

She'd also chosen a pair of hot pink leather boots that went up to her shin to match the outfit and her hair had been let loose to hang straight past her shoulders. She'd had a miscellaneous strip tied around her head, making it look like a bow. 

"A hooker, huh?" Stefan questioned, his eyes still on her. "How tasteless."

She cleared her throat as she reached the landing and came over to him, "And I suppose a butler is a better idea?" She came over to where he was and brushed her hands over his tux and with a sweet smile whispered, "Although, you do look sexy as hell in this tux."

Stefan exhaled sharply, "I can't say the same for you."

Mom crossed her hands over her chest, "What's that suppose to mean?"

"Are you trying to go out there and attract attention?" He asked. I glanced over at Tavis, who shook his head in annoyance. Here we go again. 

"What, you don't want anyone oogling my goodies?"

I found myself laughing at this statement. I guess you could say I get my cheeky mouth from my mother. The woman was good at starting frivolous arguments, even if she was right.

"You're my wife and I don't want other men looking at you. That creates trouble, not just for you, but for me also." 

I sighed, counting the minutes as they began to pass by. Even I had to admit, my mother was quite stunning. Most people thought she was mixed because of her light complexion, but she wasn't. It was part of our heritage. Our great grandmother was from somewhere in Europe while our grand father was an Ethiopian, but her daughter married an African American male and they produced my mother, who for some reason, still had an exotic look to her. 

"Well, I guess that's just something we're going to have to just deal with because I will not be changing. It's a Halloween costume, that's it." Without saying anything more, she grasped Jr. my youngest brother hand and walked toward the door. 

I could feel the tension in the air as I heard Stefan swear under his breath and look at both Tavis and me. "If you guys are coming, lets go and get this over with." I went over to Tavis and laughed, "How stupid." I whispered in his ear. "Tell me about it." He stated as we both followed Stefan out the front door. "I guess she told him, huh." 

Tavis laughed, "I guess she did, but I bet you we won't hear the end of this for eons to come."

"I don't plan on living that long." I stated.

~~

Odilia communicated her anger to her husband in her mind, knowing that he could hear her. 

"I can't believe you said that in front of Olivia."

"I can't believe you wore that in front her. Now next year she's going to want to go traipsing around like a hooker, all because of mommy dearest."

"I highly doubt that, Stefan. It's not like I have that much of an influence over her anymore anyway. She'd rather listen to Jill than me."

"I told you you needed to stop her from going over there when she started behaving like that, but you didn't listen to me. As a matter of fact, I told you four years ago precisely, that your daughter hates my guts and if she hates me, she hates Jr., which means that she's more likely to try and kill either one of us or both in our sleep."

Odilia felt a rage so strong course through her veins that she wanted to just knock Stefan's lights out. How dare you suggest that she is that volatile. These past few years Stefan, you have been unusually cruel about Olivia."

"Why is it that you don't see your daughter for who she really is?"

"I had her, Stefan. I know my daughter and she's just going through a phase."

"A four year phase huh? I suppose that if she was a lesbian you'd attribute that to a phase as well, or maybe even if she was a thief, you'd say she'd grow out of it."

"She's only thirteen, Stefan, thirteen. She hasn't fully grown into her mind yet. She still has some maturing to do."

Stefan inhaled sharply, knowing that this argument would do no good. It was the same argument that ensued countless times over the years and he hadn't won it yet. "Maturing, yes, but I'm telling you, there's something going on with that girl. The only people I know that are able to track vampires through a heightened sense of smell are hunters. She's a hunter and sooner or later, you will figure that out hopefully before she attacks someone."




Fever Ch. 02



"She's not a vampire slayer." Odilia refuted. 

"Slayers are different. They are marked for the job, hunters are born for the specific purpose of hunting. She is genetically specified to hunt. Hunt everything. Not just Vampires, but were wolves, gargoyles, even demons. Hunters know instinctively that there are many types of our species, that there isn't just one. Hunters are swift, cunning, sharp, quick, and they are the worst night mare for any species, let alone ours."

"Stefan, you are working my last nerves with this stuff."

"I'm just telling you about your daughter. She has hunter blood in her." He stated.

"If she does, that means Tavis does as well, and why isn't he repulsed by us? As a matter of fact, he's all too willing to comply with standards. He even wants to be turned."

"I don't know." Stefan stated, "He's adapted well." He paused in thought, and then continued, "But then again, it may be that I formed a bond with him as a young tot, so he's more compelled to be one of us."

"I think you are getting ahead of yourself." 

"And I think you are in denial, Odilia. Remember when Jr. was taken and I told you about the Shaman and entering Tuonela? You looked at me as if I was crazy. Well, you have to remember, your human world is unaware of many things that other beings are acutely aware of."

Odilia sighed, "Well, let's drop the subject. It's giving me a headache."

"Alright." He agreed, exhausted over this conversation himself. Instead he offered a truce, "Look, I apologize for offending you back there about your...out fit."

"It's alright. No harm done, I know I look good and by the end of the night you will be admitting it." 

His gaze flickered to hers. He bit down on his bottom lip. He'd love to dispute that, but in his heart knew that he couldn't. If there was one woman who'd deeply woven a web around him, it was her. She had a way of getting to him the way no one else could. "The feeling's mutual." She interrupted his thoughts softly. "Sometimes, I don't know whether to slap you or kiss you."

"Well...perhaps that's what love does to you." He whispered in the recesses of her mind.

"Not everyone, just us for some reason."

"Perhaps it's because we are night and day."

"But it works right?" She whispered.

Stefan felt the faint doubt in her words. Grabbing her hand, he let go of the last bits of thoughts concerning Olivia in his head and squeezed it. "It works for us Odilia Gregoire. For reasons we may not understand, it always does"

"I love you, Stefan."

"I love you too, Odilia."

~~



Fever Ch. 02



"So what's the pizza?" she asked, reaching down to caress his bald, chocolatey brown head.

"Dessert!" he chuckled. "Want some?"

"Of course!" she smiled, sitting up on the table. "So what's on TV tonight? Want to sit and cuddle while we eat?"

"Sure, why not?" he grinned. "As for what's on TV... let's watch a Chinese movie. Goes with the theme of the evening, don't you think?"

"Theme? What theme?" she asked, looking at him curiously.

"Well I've had Chinese three times tonight," he winked meaningfully at her.

Laughing merrily, she replied, "Well see? That's not really a theme."

"No?"

"No... because pizza's Italian. If you really wanted a Chinese theme, you should have ordered Chinese, instead of pizza."

"Hmmm... you're right. Let's put this pizza away and order Chinese instead!" Connor suggested.

"Heck no! I told you... sex makes me hungry, so don't you dare!" she said, grabbing the pizza box in mock indignance before walking towards the sofa.

"As if I'd dare incur the Wrath of Kelly by doing such a thing!" he rolled his eyes at her, laughing.

"Damn right! Now come over here and join me!" Kelly grinned, patting the space on the sofa next to her.

"Yes ma'am, anything to please," Connor sighed, and sat next to her. He was definitely toast. 



Fever Ch. 03



Kirk learns his history,; Tiffany joins his household; he rescues a co-ed from a rogue telepath. Fun stuff. Votes and comments welcome. Signed comments acknowledged. Hope you enjoy. Jb7

*

Kirk stood at the window, looking out at the late August afternoon. The August heat was causing mini mirages of puddles in the parking lot. He had another half hour to go, but there were no appointments, and he was caught up on his clinical notes. His work at the state hospital, with seriously disturbed patients, wasn't much benefitted by his newly discovered mental abilities. 

With the most seriously ill, suffering from schizophrenia, it actually added to their psychosis when he attempted to scan their brains, even with medication controlling their illness. It seemed to confirm their belief someone was trying to control them, or that they were talking to God, or there really was someone in their head, generating those voices.

He had been able to make better progress with individuals who had simply given in to the stress of their lives and let it overwhelm them. They weren't psychotic, but simply needed someone, someplace, to retreat to and be taken care of, where the stress of their everyday lives, perceived or real, couldn't intrude. 

With them, like he had done with Rose, he was able to go in and peel away the layers of protection and help them deal with each layer in isolation from the others, and regain control of their emotions and their life.

Down on the sidewalk, he saw a person in a long black overcoat, making their way from the bus stop to his building. Kirk sighed. One of their outpatients, probably, coming in to talk to a therapist or service coordinator. Only some one with a mental illness would wear such a coat on a day like this.

He turned back to his desk, and the photos of his children and their mothers. Tiffany and her son, Mary and her daughters and son. All four children had been delivered right around Mother's Day. All seemed healthy. God knows they were all hungry all the time. Both the women had decided to breast feed the infants. They were all living together now, Kirk, his mother, pregnant with another son by Kirk, Mary and Tiffany. When one of the babies complained of hunger, which ever of the women was available picked them up to feed. Meg's baby was due in late September, early October, but her milk had started early in response to the babies cries. 

Tiffany's baby, Joshua, was the oldest, apparently conceived the first time they had sex, while he was still in the hospital. He had the tight curly hair common to African-Americans, with skin the color of coffee with triple cream. His facial features reflected Kirk more than Tiffany; his lips, tending toward thinness; his nose less broad, more hawkish. Most surprising, his eyes, were bright blue, like his father's.

Mary's children, Lawrence, Megan and Rose, however, seemed to retain their oriental appearance, with the exception of their eyes. They, too, like their father and brother, had the bright blue eyes which seemed to characterize the family line. 

As Kirk gazed on the photos of his unconventional family, his mind drifted back to the Friday Tiffany had shown up at his office. She had been having some puzzling symptoms with her pregnancy, and she wondered what was normal, and what might indicate problems. 

Kirk welcomed her with a huge hug and pulled her into his office. "Good God! Look at you! How are you, other than pregnant? How far along are you?" he exclaimed.

Using her mental powers, Tiffany lifted him and set him down in his desk chair. Then waited for his response.

"What the fuck?" came his mental response. "When did you..."

"About the time the baby quickened. I can also tell when he is feeling distressed, or happy. And there have been some other things added, besides the telekinesis." She grinned at him, locking his eyes with hers. 

Kirk felt his hand, seemingly of its own accord, move to his belt buckle and release it. It continued to unbutton the waist of his slacks and unzip them. He watched as his hand moved to pull his cock out of his boxers. Then it returned to lay on the arm of his chair.

He tried to lift his head to look at Tiffany, but was unable to do so. Some pressure on the back of his head was keeping him looking at his prick. He felt his Kegel muscles begin to flex, pumping blood into the body of his dick. It began to thicken and lengthen. In less than a minute, it was erect. 

"Mmm, that looks tasty," Tiffany said, walking around the desk to him. "You'll have to help me back up, but I've been looking forward to this all day," she said, lowering her self to her knees in front of him. 

"So, tell me," she thought, "is this increase in my powers normal to women who have babies by men with your powers? Are they permanent, or will I go back to the way I was before we did it in the hospital, 'cause I think that's when I caught your baby." Her mouth had enveloped his cock and she was busy bobbing up and down on his shaft.

"Oh, damn, that feels good," he sighed. "I didn't realize how much I missed you. About your powers, I don't have any idea. We'll have to ask my mother, but she's not available right now. Do you want to come over for dinner? I'm sure you and Mary would like to compare notes."

"Mary?"

"Dr. Hsu. She's pregnant with triplets." 

"Yours, I see. You've been a busy boy," she laughed around his rod. "Yeah, dinner's a good idea. Do you know if she's had symptoms like mine?"

"Not that she's shared. But her telepathic ability has increased.Initially, when we first discovered she could access our thoughts, she could only piggyback to access my mother or me, when we were communicating with her and someone else. 

"Now, like you and me, she can just tap into them without needing to be in contact. Strangely, she can also 'see' the connections between people, like there's some kind of electrical conduit between them when they're communicating. 

"I'll bet after you two exchange notes, she'll be able to help you further tap into your baby's brain so you can monitor its development. She's been doing that with hers, but hasn't said anything about sensing their emotions." 

Kirk felt the familiar tingle in the back of knees. "Oh, oh, Tiff..."

"I know, I feel it. Let it come anytime; I'm ready for you, vanilla boy." 

Kirk laughed at the epithet, her mother's name for him. Suddenly he was spewing his seed all over the back of Tiffany's throat, to her hums of pleasure. As he collapsed back into his chair, Tiffany was vacuuming the last of his male cream from his rapidly deflating member. "Mmhmm, vanilla boy. You taste even better than I remembered. 

"When you're able, you need to help me up. I can move just about everything but me. Catch your breath first, though.

"Your son, I think, is going to weigh a ton when he's born." She bent down and placed a kiss on his flaccid dick. "Good boy. I can't wait until I can entertain you properly again."

Kirk laughed and pushed his chair back. With his mind, he lifted her to her feet and held her until she regained her balance. Meanwhile, he stood up. When she was stable, he put his arms around her and pulled her upper body to him for a kiss. 

Tiffany followed him home in her car. When he pulled into his street, Kirk was surprised to see his mother's car in the driveway and sent out a signal to her. "Hey, Mom, you home?"

"Yeah, my meeting was cancelled. Their account rep is snow bound in Denver. "

"Bringing a guest. You okay?"

"I'm fine. Who?"

"Remember Tiffany? Technician from ICU when I was there. The girl who helped me set up Rich Pieters."

"Of course I remember her. What's the occasion?"

"Surprise. We're pulling in driveway now. See you in a minute."

Meg had squealed in surprise and joy when she saw Tiffany, knowing immediately it was her grandson. "Tiffany, you look wonderful."

"Thank you; but no thanks to your son." Kirk hung his head and beat his chest in the traditional "mea culpa" sign. Meg and Tiffany laughed.

He turned to Tiffany. "You had some questions for Mom."

Tiffany looked at Meg and made contact with her. She quickly reviewed what had happened with her mental prowess and asked Meg if such increases in power were the norm, and if they would last.

"I honestly don't know, Tiffany," she replied mentally. She thought for a minute, then continued.

"Kirk's father was the headliner for a traveling show of mentalists. They traveled from town to town, putting on mind reading shows. They would arrive early in the week, do some remarkable things, like finding lost valuables, or helping police identify a criminal or solve a long outstanding case, anything to generate some publicity. Meanwhile, some of the junior performers would get to know the people in the town, searching for people who experienced frequent deja vu, or who claimed to have foresight."

Kirk listened, intently, enraptured. It was the first time Meg had ever talked about his father or the circumstances of his birth, other than to say he was someone she met before she went to college, and had left her alone when he discovered she was expecting.

"The night of the show in my small town, I was there, with some friends. I was seventeen, just out of high school, ready to start my first job. I was sitting about four rows from the back, maybe a quarter of the way in. Lorenz, Kirk's father, came striding in from the back on his cue. 

"About three rows past me, he stopped and looked around, then walked to the back again, and turned around, walked back toward the front and stopped, right at my row. He looked around for a bit, then pointed at me and gestured for me to come with him. He had me follow one of the juniors to his dressing room and wait.

"While I was waiting there, I was surprised to see my clothes suddenly appear hanging in a wardrobe. About a half hour later, he came in to rest for intermission. He started asking me questions about my experiences. When it was clear to him I didn't know what he was talking about, he asked about my school, and answering questions in class, and on tests. I had always been able to anticipate the teachers' questions in class, and always knew what things to study harder for. 

"Then I realized he hadn't actually said anything, it was all in my head. When I got scared, he calmed me down and said he could train me to read minds if I would go with him. He said it would take about three or four months. In the meantime, he would help me get into college for free, to study whatever I wanted.

"He kept his word. He trained me to develop my abilities, such as they are. He showed me how to enhance it with body contact, and told me the history of the beginning of our race, telepaths, on Earth. Somehow, he got me into the B.B.A. program at the state college, just 20 miles from my home, with a full scholarship. 

"The night before he sent me home, he came to my room and made love to me. The only time. From the time my periods had started, I knew when I ovulated; it was like a little spark in my ovary. That night, when he ejaculated, I felt the spark. I knew I was pregnant. Two hundred seventy-five days later, Kirk was born. 

"Since then, I have kept track of Lorenz's show, and visit them whenever they're within driving distance. Lorenz was killed, nearly twenty years ago, by an angry father of another girl he had talked into leaving home and returned with child. 

"He knew the father was coming, and knew what the outcome was going to be. He had warned his troupe to stay out of it. The tragedy was, the man also killed himself and his daughter, saying she was infected with the devil's seed.

"The rest of the troupe, to varying degrees, had powers like Lorenz's, but none had the same combination. And he was the only one with telekinetic power. A few had foresight, but it was limited either by time or by subject. They all could communicate mentally, but if they were more than ten or fifteen miles away, unless they were both trying to establish the link, it didn't seem to work. 

"That is one way that Kirk and I are different. For some reason, once we have forged a link with someone, no matter how far apart we are from them, we are able to contact them. I have been able to contact people in Europe and Hawaii. Kirk has told me about communication with friends out in LA. And he is the only person I know of who can teleport.

"But, in the twenty some years I have known them, none of the telepaths who were with Lorenz have ever described an increase in powers like you have described. It could be a real increase; it might be a manifestation of your baby's future powers; it may just be a fluke." She lifted her head and looked toward the front door. "Mary's coming. She might have some insight. I'll go start some tea."

In a few minutes, there's no other way to put it, Mary waddled through the door. She greeted Kirk with a kiss, then made her way to the couch and let him gently lower her onto it. She waved a greeting to Tiffany, smiling at her baby bump. Looking at Kirk, she made a mock frown. 

"You 'had' to make it triplets! God, I am so ready to be done with this. You could have spread this out over two years, twins would be okay, followed sometime by a son." She spoke aloud, fatigue evident in her voice.

"I got a message from your body that if you had two, that was it, and you wanted twin girls." He headed for the kitchen to help with the tea.

"And now I see he had already made a son. Is that right, Tiffany? By the way, you look gorgeous. Hardly pregnant at all." Tiffany laughed, holding her five month belly.

"Only in comparison, Doc. Can't say as I blame you. Not sure I could handle three; this bugger's enough"

"We miss you in ICU. How are things going for you, otherwise?"

"Okay. Some unusual and surprising increases in my mentalist powers, I think Meg called them. I'm also surprised at how horny I still get. And my mother and sister are afraid making me come will harm the baby, no matter how much I assure them he'll be okay."

"Kirk!" Mary hollered, calling to him in the kitchen, "did you hear that? There's a lady out here in distress who needs your services." She looked at Tiffany. 

"He'll be more than happy to help you with that problem. Since I started to have trouble laying on my back, we've had to curtail our sex life. Even when I'm on my side, these guys limit the depth of penetration he can achieve, not to mention his force and speed.

"I know sometimes when he and Meg are here alone, she'll accommodate him, but they're too hung up on the incest thing to get together when I'm around."

"Well, I promise you, you being around won't inhibit me. Far as I'm concerned, at least for the first time, if you want, you can watch. Kirk! Git yore vanilla ass in here! You got something I need." She had spoken aloud, all but shouting. 

"I'm here, I'm here! What's the problem."

Tiffany sent him a mental image of her need. Kirk's response was a surge to fullness in his groin. "Unnnnh! God, Tiff, you could have warned me." There was a similar groan from the kitchen, from Meg.

"Jeezus, what are you kids doing in there?"

Mary laughed. "Sorry, Meg; it's just Tiffany letting Kirk know she needs some relief."

"Kirk and the world! Damn, girl, use a little restraint when you broadcast that message. I won't be surprised to hear the men for two houses in any direction are attacked by their wives as soon as they walk in the house tonight. I know I would, if there was someone coming home."

Tiffany looked at Kirk, a question on her face. "Go, Kirk. Let her know we understand. Mary, are you up for a little girly fun?"

Kirk looked at the two mothers of his children. Tiffany was already levitating Mary, to Mary's surprise and delight. Mary pointed the way to her bedroom. Grinning, Kirk headed for the kitchen. He felt Tiffany trying to enter his head. 

"Kirk, tell Meg when I'm done with Mary, I plan on joining you two. It's something I've wanted to do since that day she practically caught us. Also, tell her about catching me with Rose. It'll make her less nervous about doing it with Mary an' me in the house."

Kirk walked up behind his mother, at the sink, rinsing dishes for the dishwasher. He slipped his hands around her, cupping her breasts, bending down to kiss her neck at the junction with her shoulder. "Kirk, what are you doing? What if they see you?"

"I really doubt there's any chance of them seeing us, Mom. Right now, unless I'm misreading Tiffany's need, I imagine she and Mary are busily engaged in pleasuring each other orally. Tiffany told me to tell you she plans to join us as soon as she and Mary are done."

"She knows about us? How..."

"That Sunday when you almost caught us, and we found Mary had some ability to read, I contacted Tiffany and interrupted her and her mother, Rose. I was shocked, and let her know it. She sort of reprimanded me with her knowledge of us. Whether she read it then, or picked it up from you earlier, I don't know. She said she's wanted to join us since then, anyway." 

His hands had been busy, stroking her breasts, teasing her nipples to erection, caressing her stomach and abdomen, grazing her vulva. "Wh... what about Mary? Ooohh, damn that Tiffany. I bet she's made the whole neighborhood horny." She turned in Kirk's arms. 

"This is so wrong, but I can't help it. I want you; not just sex, you. Make love to me, Kirk. Really make love to me. Forget I'm your mother; I want to be your lover tonight."

"Mother or lover, Meg. I love you. As a woman, as my mother, as my lover. Don't ever doubt that." His lips caught hers, their tongues trading caresses. Kirk, his arms around Meg, thought of his bedroom and they were there, clothing disappearing somewhere along the way.

His lips began searching for Meg's sensitive spots. The few times they had done this since he was in the hospital had been more out of mutual need than anything else, but had given him some idea of where those areas were. He visited them now, his lips, teeth and tongue stimulating and calming them at the same time, serving to arouse Meg, building her need.

She reached to wrap Kirk's cock in her hand. "Mm, you have a nice baby maker here," she cooed. As she said the words, she realized the desire that had been niggling at her since Tiffany had walked in, reinforcing the emotion she had been denying since Mary had joined them. 

She pushed Kirk onto his back and straddled him. Sinking on his shaft, she bent down and kissed him, then moved to speak softly while she caressed his ear with her lips and tongue. "Kirk, my dear, my loving son. I want your baby. Give me a child, please."

Kirk blinked in surprise. He quickly scanned his mother's mind. She was totally sincere. He was able to trace her thoughts leading up to her request. "Are you absolutely sure, Momma? Absolutely sure."

Meg straightened up, sitting on his pubes, tears just starting to appear in her eyes. "I'm positive," she said, nodding. "I just realized it's what I've wanted since Mary joined us. When I saw Tiffany, it just made the desire stronger. And it's not just a baby I want. It's your baby. Does that make any sense? I think that's why I've been hesitant to have sex with you when Mary's been around. It scared me, the desire for your child." 

She began moving on Kirk, tightening her sheath around him for maximum stimulation. He started returning her thrusts, accomplishing full strokes in and out of her. It didn't take long before her motions became erratic, as did her breathing. 

Through her orgasm, she pinched Kirk's trapezoid in her lip covered teeth, hard enough to leave a light bruise. Not until she released him did she taste the slight metallic saltiness from the tiny cuts her teeth had made. "Damn, I've never done that before." she said, running her tongue over the skin breaks. 




Fever Ch. 03



Ayanna:

October 31

"How long will you be gone father?" Ayanna inquired, speaking of his current mission. 

"Hopefully not long enough for you to miss me." He stated as Ayanna grabbed his wool jacket and held it open for him, watching as he shoved his arms in the sleeves. 

"I still don't like the idea of you going without me." She stated. 

"I know, but I'd rather it be me than you, that way if I don't come back, you can always seek help."

"Help from who?"

"Didn't you tell me something about a vampire family that lived here who are good at fighting?" 

"Well, yeah, but still...I don't know them and they don't know me."

"Remember what Candace your mother would say."

"Bring a family gift and acquaint myself with them." Ayanna stated.

"That's right. If I happen to run into trouble, go to them bearing a gift and request help." 

I stared at my father, knowing that his mindset had not yet molded to the truth about the culture we lived in the midst of this day and age. No one would accept a gift as a token of kindness and inquiry of help. Not in this country anyway.

"Dad, I still don't like you going off by yourself, you don't know what could be waiting for you or what he could do to you."

"I'd rather go and have me captured than to take you as well so that he may have both of us."

"Dad...please?" I stated, my heart pleading with him. If there was any one person I'd come to rely on this long, it was my dad and if anything happened to him, I didn't know what I would do; how I would go on without him. 

"I'll be back, sweetheart. I promise." He stated as he took his leave.

~~

I stood there well after he'd gone, my heart thudding in my chest, anxiety settling in. I didn't know what would happen to my dad after he confronted Caduceus. I assumed that he would kill him because that's what he'd always said he'd do if he found him. I knew my dad longed for my mother. 

I guess you could say being a vampire for him sounded good, but the fact that his own wife couldn't be saved, left him feeling desperately withdrawn and angry most of the time, in a despondent state. My father, I'd never seen cry but once and that was upon learning of my mother's death. He'd seen her body, held her cold lifeless corpse in his hands, held her as dark pools of blood soaked through her clothing. 

He'd stroked her face, gave her one last kiss, even told her he loved her; the same as I had done. My mother was a gentle soul. She'd never once hurt anyone. She was always welcoming, never denying anyone anything until that day she'd denied Caduceus my life. 

I couldn't see a man like him loving anyone. His heart was so cold, so shallow, that even his skin was cold to the touch. He exhilarated no warmth. All vampires are naturally cold, but he is even colder. Ice cold. 

I had no doubt that the only reason he wanted me was so that he could order me around, teach me to be a proper slave. That's what he wanted. Servants got paid for what they did, I doubt he'd have any type or form of generosity to consider paying anyone. 

I understood after all these years that once you were in his grasp, the only way to be completely free was death, for his blood sentenced you to a life time of imprisonment. At least that's how I felt, like a prisoner in my own body. I try to lighten up my mood, because I really am a good woman, I seek to hurt no one. 

I prefer to be left to my own devices, but I treat everyone equally or at least according to what they deserve. As I felt my heart slam in my chest, I thought to myself, perhaps, the best thing for me to do now would be to enjoy what little freedom I had left. 

Grasping my cloak, I tucked it underneath my chin, feeling dread as I was consumed with the awful feeling that my dad going out there by himself would not have a positive end result. In some way I felt as if the worst thing he could possibly do was to confront Caduceus, because I was more than a hundred percent sure that the limited freedom we'd possessed thus far, would come to an end. Inhaling sharply, I walked to the door of my home, opened it and felt the harsh cold winds strike out against my skin. 

Did it bother me? No, it only blended in with my temperature. I was going to at least attempt to enjoy my night out. Perhaps I'd go finally have that chat with Tavis. He would be eleven this November. I was sure I'd miss it, but I wanted to at least show him that I was there. Exhaling the heaviness in my chest, I closed the door and began my descent down the stairs.

~~

Tavis:

"I'm not going in there." I stated to my sister Olivia, who'd began to make her way to the old abandoned warehouse we'd just stumbled upon.

"Why not? You chicken?" She inquired.

I shook my head, not sure why, but my instinct was telling me not to go in there. "I'm not a chicken, I just don't want to go in there. You don't know what or who is in there."

"Is this coming from the same boy with a green belt in karate? You can defend yourself. So there's no need to trip out, besides it's Halloween, let's go." 

Olivia had already reached the doorway to the house. I glanced up at the moon, seeing the white orb shinning brightly in the sky, admist the naked trees. I inhaled sharply, not understanding why she of all people would want to do something so reckless and stupid. 

Vampires weren't the only thing that were out and my fascination with creatures ended there. I didn't want to stumble upon hobos or some types of animals or even other beings. 

"Stop being a chicken and come on," She ordered, commanding me to come on into the building with her. I reluctantly followed suit. I could imagine all of the thoughts that would go through our parents heads once they found out we'd ditched trick o treating for some abandoned warehouse. This was the first time I prayed that they would catch us, just to keep us from doing what my gut instinct said don't. 

The closer we came to the structure the more convinced I was that something was wrong. I couldn't feel any of the electrical air I normally felt around the atmosphere. Most importantly, it seemed as if something was hindering the bond that 

I shared with both my parents. Why didn't Olivia feel that? "Olivia, we have to go." I whispered as we reached the door. She looked up at me, "You're such a baby, Tavis. For all that tough talk you sure are a weakling." She glared at me. I glanced eye to eye with her and we both were left there shocked. 

Her eyes had been encompassed in a red ring, where the Iris should be. "You have red eyes," I stated. 

"And yours are "black with a blue Iris." 

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Grabbing her hand I said, "Let's go, now." 

She tried to pull away from me. "No, I'm not going, I want to see what's inside here."

"Olive oil," I stated, referring to the nickname I used when ever I was scared. It was my code of fear. "We shouldn't go in there. My gut says don't."

She pulled out of my grasp and pulled the door open, "Well mine says do, so I'm going." I grabbed a hold of her shirt, trying to keep her from entering. She pulled out of my grasp, causing both of us to fall. I fell backward, away from the door and she fell on the inside of the door. 

I ran up to the door and tried to open it. The door handle wouldn't budge. I felt my own anger come to the forefront taking over my fear, "You stupid girl! Now, you have gotten us both in trouble!" I yelled, kicking the door. I felt a lump of fear form in my throat and tears well up in my eyes. I suddenly wished that it was only Jr. and I because Olivia always wanted to do things her way. 

Trembling, I took off running, wishing that I could go back to that time when I didn't have to plead and beg with her to hear my reasoning. All she ever did was chuck up my instincts to fear. Everyone was born with more than fear. Fear was something that could be healthy. Fear could save your life. 

Fear would prevent you from making stupid idiotic decisions like going into an abandoned warehouse on a full moon during Halloween. But then again, Olivia didn't know that because in her world, there was no such thing as fear. I had no choice but to go find my mother and Stefan now. I knew that after this, we were going to be in a world of trouble.

~~

Olivia:

Ok, so this was the time I normally wished I wasn't so pigheaded stubborn. As I could hear Tavis banging on the outside of the door, but he couldn't hear me banging from the inside. Something told me this was a trap. Something wasn't right here, but I felt an adrenaline rush pick up in my blood. 

I felt my body become resilient, filled with a new life. Deciding that since I'd found my way in here I may as well go looking around,I checked my body for the various weapons I'd sheath. A girl could never know what resided here. Pulling a dagger from my sheath, I held it tightly in my grip and made my way down a softly lit hallway. 

The building looked nothing like it had from the outside. This looked like a maze of some sort. The only difference was there were statutes aligned at each end of the hallway. By the door there had been two marble Lion statutes. And now as I got closer to the end of the hallway, there were two winged bird statutes. One on the left the other on the right. 

As I stared at them, I marveled at how life like they look. "Hello." I shouted, careful as I walked. I felt a burst of air. It surprised me because the building was sealed tight. 

The walls were a pristine white, with golden colored murals on them. Some of animals, others of people running with them. I wrinkled my brow in confusion. This was something I'd never seen before. The people were all different shades, not just one, but many different nationalities. As I paused to look at them, I saw that they all wore gold bands around their heads, with a white falcon feather sticking out of their bands. Their clothing, all different sorts of types were gold and white colored. 

I stared, not sure what I was looking at but found a warmth developing in my heart upon looking at them. I noticed that they were running with animals in different wooded areas, some marsh areas and vegetation areas. I was pleasantly surprised that they didn't eat any of the animals. 

As a matter of fact, it seemed as if they bonded with them. As I was staring, I heard a movement from behind me. Swiftly turning, I reached out to grab a hold of the person, but they averted my hands, pushing them to the sides. I then spun and did a round house kick, knocking the person to the floor. 

I stepped back, regaining my stance and held my arms out in front of me, in a position of attack, "Who are you?" I inquired to the figure I'd knocked to the ground. The person was on their knees trying to get up. I felt a nervousness like never before fill me. 

"I think you knocked the wind out of me." he stated. I inhaled sharply. "I'll do more than that if you don't tell me who the hell you are." I responded.

"A beautiful girl with a filthy mouth, doesn't surprise me much. They seem to be a dime a dozen." He stated as he finally pulled up all the way and turned to face me. I felt the air in my lungs dissipate upon seeing the most beautiful yet handsome face I'd ever seen. 

I couldn't help but stare at the dark hair that looked almost black, warm light green eyes and pain filled expression as he stared at me with a peculiar yet fascinated look on his face. He bowed down to the waist. "I am Denver Farshad and you are...?" He paused, to grab his side, answering his own question. "You are brutal." 

I just stared at him, not sure why I couldn't seem to gather any intelligible thoughts. 

Those eyes were brutal in my opinion. I'd never seen green eyes with a yellow tint to them before and his had a yellow tint. They were absolutely stunning. He smiled at me and I felt my heart drop into my stomach. 

I grabbed my stomach, unsure of what this feeling was in the pit. It caused my heart beat to increase. He stared at me with that smile and just grabbed a hold of my arm. "Never mind that Olivia." He stated. 

How did he know my name? My brain screamed. "I heard your brother...Tavis is it..." mention your name, that's how I know.

How did he know I was thinking that? My brain screamed again.

"Anyhow, what you are looking at is a mural of our tribe.

"Tribe, what tribe?" I froze, pausing in my steps, 

"Are you vampires, because if so, believe me, I am not going down without a fight."

He laughed. I felt my skin flush at the sound, light cheerful, just beautifully happy. "Dearest Olivia, I assure you, we are all humans, except the gargoyles..."

I scratched my brain on the inside, trying to figure out why he was telling me all of this? Why was he telling me all of "their" secrets, whoever they were. What kind of place was this anyway? I walked with him, listening as he began telling me about the murals on the wall. 

"The murals tell the story of where our people descended from. We were a race of humans found all over the globe with the same attributes. Fast runners, swift in movement, able to track and hunt with the very best. We were also given very keen senses, those I'm sure you're aware of." As he spoke, I was looking confused, what was he talking about? 

"Will you explain to me what you mean and what is this place?"

"Ahh, so you do speak." He let out a jovial laugh, and I felt the rippling began in my chest again. I turned away from him as I spoke, "Yes, I can talk just fine, but you have yet to answer my questions.

"I'm talking about hunters and this place is called The Gala."

"Excuse me?"

"You my darling are a hunter and we are in what is known as the Gala." 

"A hunter of what? What the hell is a Gala. Are you talking about a museum of some sorts?" I inquired.

"A hunter of all things. You can track, you can run, you can sense and smell what ever creature you're focused on."

"You don't say?"

"I do say. Dear, you and your brother as well are a hunter."

"I doubt my mom has ever hunted anything in her life. She would freak out if she got a stain on her shoe, or if she spilled anything on her clothes. In her thoughts a lady should always look presentable, no matter the situation."

As if being reminded, I glanced down at my dress, which was still dreadfully beautiful and reached into my purse, grabbing a compact mirror. Opening it, I looked in to check my make up and that's when I noticed following closely behind us was the lion I'd seen at the door. Turning around, I pushed Farshad out of the way. I couldn't seem to remember his first name but Farshad stuck because it was so different. I positioned myself in front of him, squatting down at the Lion that was in front of us. 

He let out an amused sigh and wanted to know what I was doing.

"I don't know." I whispered. "I'm following my instincts."

"I see." 

I crouched low, looking at the lion and then lowered my eyes, making sure to move my head to the right of the creature to assure it I had no harmful intentions. To my surprise, it stopped and the next thing I know I heard a voice in my head. I stumbled back, falling on my behind. 

A laugh was heard as the guy grabbed my hand and pulled me up to my feet. "Sahara, you can leave us alone now. The Lion turned and walked away. I stared up at the guy and squinted my eyes, "He understands you?"

"Yes. He also communicates with you."

I nodded my head, sure this was a dream. Animals didn't talk. Gargoyles do. A voice whispered in my mind. I jumped. It was deep strong voice: 

You're a gargoyle? I thought in my head. 

Yes. The voice replied back. 

I didn't know if gargoyles existed. 

We do. He whispered. 

How old are you? 

Fourteen years old in human years. 

Wow, I stated, my tone surprised. I still had to wrap my mind around the fact that I was talking to a Gargoyle. 

I thought you guys only guarded churches. I stated.

Not always. There are some who even roam and live among the wild. The ones here chose to be with hunters. We are your guardians. We watch close up and from afar. You will be assigned your own guardian in due time. 

I turned my attention to the area we were currently walking in. So, whose guardian are you? I inquired

Denver's. He answered. 

I noticed we'd turned down another extension of the main hallway and was going down a path that had rooms and doors closed off in them.

"What are these rooms," I asked out loud to Denver. As long as I looked ahead, I was fine. At least that was what I thought until I heard the deep treble in his voice and it left my heart racing hard and fast against my chest. 

I felt a heat and warmth began to work its way up my body. Crossing my hands over my chest, I cleared my throat and listened as he explained, 

"Each of these rooms are for training purposes. You must know what creatures are what, what their natures are and how you are to interact with them. You also must learn to control your disposition toward vampires." All of these rooms and some in the west wing of the building will teach you to do that.

I found myself wondering now that I'd calmed down, how was it that they knew I was a hunter and where exactly were we going. "Where are we going and how do you know I'm a hunter?"

"Genealogy." He stated. 

"Elaborate, please?"

"Your dad was a hunter."

"My dad was a hunter?"

"Yes, your dad. The Ethiopian was a hunter."

"My dad was an Ethiopian hunter?" I inquired, confused. Mom told me that he'd left right before Tavis was born. My brows furrowed in misunderstanding. "My dad was a hunter?"

"That blood abnormality in your line is not sickle cell, like you've been told, but it's a genetically transferred DNA component that extends from generations before you."

"But I am human, right?" I inquired, confused.

"Yes, but your abilities are increasingly stronger as you age. Your physical strength as well as mental capabilities often expand beyond your years."

Why did I feel like I was in the middle of a weird dream or some Psy-fi flick? This had to be surreal. 

"This is too much to handle and besides, I need to get back home, my mom and her husband will kill me for being out this long."

"That's fine but we need to keep in touch." He stated.

"Why?" 

"Because you need to know about who you are and what it means for you." He answered. 

I brought my eyes up to his face, searching, trying to see what kind of gimmick this was. Hosh Posh as my mother often would say. I was rankled. Not only did I land myself in a fairy tale make believe type setting, but I'd also found the guy of my dreams. Smoldering hot, like Taylor Lautner hot. 

I stared up at him and changed my mind- no - he was a hundred times hotter. Perfectly rounded face, gorgeous green eyes that had a yellowish tint to them and a bright and sunny attitude and smile to go with it. For some reason, just the thought of going back home made me depressed. I really didn't feel as if I belonged there.

~~

Ayanna:

As I walked, I continued to move, just wondering what was going to happen to me and my father. What would happen with our future? Caduceus was the epitome of every vampire's night mare. Servitude. To be reduced from a daughter of the Dongo's to a servant was something I hated. At least with my own we did things together, took care of one another. 

I found myself longing for the old way of life, when things went better, when life had a brighter disposition and when things worked together in a familial unit. I missed it now that I realized my freedom would be taken away. 

I continued past the down town area until I came upon this old abandoned structure. I stared at the building, seeing for the first time that within the shadows of the building lurked animals. It seemed like they were guarding the place, walking back and forth. As I looked upon these animals, I felt a certain calmness come over me. 




Fever Ch. 03



There were two tigers casing the building. I went to walk up to the building and as I did, I was nearly ran down by whom ever was walking. "Excuse me," was the mumbled reply. I felt the blood began to surge in my ears and my heart almost stopped beating. Turning around, I looked at the retreating figure. At once I sensed that he was afraid. I called out to him. "Are you alright, young man?" He didn't stop, just kept going. I assumed that what ever it was, he hadn't heard me, so I called louder to him. He stopped and looked over to where I stood. "Are you alright?" I inquired, curious. 

The boy stared up at me for a second, without saying much and then as if coming to a conclusion, he came over to where I was. Although he was only ten, he stood only a few inches shorter than me. When his eyes met mine, I heard the sharp intake of breath. Ok, I expected a lot of things, but not for him to be breathless. 

I smiled sweetly at him, "Are you alright?" I questioned for the third time. He smiled back, "My sister is stuck in that building, do you think you can help me get her out?" As he stared at me, I felt my brain go to mush. He was older than ten years. This I could tell by looking in his eyes. His long curly lashes were beautifully arched in the bright moon light, which added a sheen to beautiful round eyes. 

I stared transfixed at the smoothness of his flesh, a deep brown, his features that of an Ethiopian. He was so handsome it was incomprehensible. 

As my gaze went over his form, I could see that for his age he was well developed with thick muscular arms. I could also see that he was dressed as a vampire. This brought a smile to my features. "Excuse me." I heard him say, his tone tender, interrupting my thoughts. I cleared my throat, "oh, yes...I can help." I turned with him toward the building and just as we were three fourths of the way there, I felt something stop me. 

Something strong, as if I was being pushed back. It was then I understood why those animals were pacing the building. I understood where exactly we were. 

I felt a fear come over me like never before. Grabbing him by the hand, I pulled him away from the building. Walking further out toward the walkway, I explained to him that I couldn't go in there. He asked why. I explained to him that my kind wasn't welcomed. He just tilted his head with a strange look in his eyes. This caused me to put my hand up to my hair, a thick and full afro. As I patted the soft curls I felt something weird come over me. 

I suddenly felt insecure. This was weird, because I wasn't emotional. Not in the least bit. Especially since my creator wasn't. I have never been sensitive to another person before in my life, especially not a human. He nodded his head, 

"So which are you?" He inquired. 

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"If you were human, beautiful, you'd be able to go up to that building, but you can't. Why not?"

I averted my eyes elsewhere. I think I liked looking at him from afar. This close up thing wasn't too good for my emotional state. A state I had no idea existed. "Perhaps not everyone is as brave as you and your sister were, besides there are animals roaming the grounds. Prospects don't look too promising for your sister."

He gave me a smile, "Prospects, perhaps? Where are you from, England or something? Kids here don't talk like that." He stated. 

"I speak as well as any other individual."

He shook his head, "Nuh, uh. Where are you from. Not only that, but you have a funny accent."

I smiled, "I'm from East Africa."

"A real African beauty, huh?" 

"How old are you?" I inquired, with a tease. I already knew the answer, but this was for show.

"Ten. I'll be eleven next month.How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

He lifted a brow. "Seventeen?" I could see the disappointment in his eyes. This caused me to smile, liking him even more.

"Yes. What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing. You...look younger, yet older somehow."

I laughed, "Well some people say I have an old soul."

He gave me a knowing grin. "They say the same about me. My aunt Jill always say that I'm a grown man trapped in a child's body."

Don't I know it. I thought. I turned my attention back at the warehouse. "So, what are you going to do about your sister?" 

"Oh." He stated. He'd already forgotten about her. He turned back to the warehouse. "I guess I have to go get my parents." He stated.

"Yeah? How did she get in there?"

"The door was unlocked."

"Hmmm..." I stated intrigued now as to why he couldn't get in there. Was he indeed a vampire boy, or was it something else?

"But when I tried to pulll her out, she pulled further in and we were separated. The door shut closed and then locked. 

I nodded my head to show that I was listening. Perhaps we should just wait til she come out. 

~~

Tavis:

As the girl and I sat down, on top one of the many rocks that had been placed along the edge of the abandoned property, I stared at her, completely enthralled. She was a beautiful girl, her dark chocolate skin tone matching mine. She was a thick girl with muscle. I found this attractive, that she wasn't as slender as most girls her age or rather, most girls that went to my school. 

My eyes took in the big afro she'd tied back with a ribbon, the big colored earrings she wore. I wasn't sure what color, but I could definitely see that they were dark. Her almond shaped eyes were large in her face. Her forehead was short in the front, with high cheekbones and a long length that stretched to her mouth. 

Once there, her lips were full and beautifully plumped. I stared in awe at just how pretty she was in general. With no makeup, that was saying a lot. Her nose was small, yet wide like many of my kind and the dress she wore flattered her figure. It was a long black dress that touched her ankles. 

As I stared, I found myself wondering why she didn't feel the need to beautify herself like many girls her age did. Like my sister did, who thought she was the business when it came to all the girls in her class. Which I wouldn't lie. My sister was really pretty but her attitude stank. 

However, after being around this girl I found myself surprised that she'd wait with me without knowing who I was and she even took an interest in helping me. This intrigued me even more that she was nice enough to do that. Clearing my throat, I found myself wondering what type of person she was. 

Did she like the same type of things I liked? Did she think today's cartoons were stupid as I did? Did she enjoy reading Hemingway, or Moby Dick? Would she want to go the library with me if I asked her? Did she enjoy that stupid pop music or was she more sophisticated? I didn't know but I wanted to know. Then as I was thinking this, I caught myself. 

I was ten years old. What ten year old would be thinking the way I did? Why couldn't I think like most kids my age? Who do you know that liked girls older than them at my age? I didn't know anybody. As a matter of fact, that's why I didn't play with kids my age- we didn't understand one another.

My attention going back to her, I found myself staring really hard at the beautiful dark flawless marble like skin tone. She was so beautiful. As her eyes came up to me, I felt my heart jump in excitement. Those eyes looked like they knew more than what they were telling. This caused me to feel peculiar. 

I cleared my throat. "What's your name?" I inquired, unable to look away. Just as she was about to answer, I heard my sister say, "You still here?" I looked up and sure enough, she was coming down the walk way. I stood. "Yeah, I'm here."

"I thought you were going to run and tell mommy?" She whimpered, her expression agitated yet teasing.

"You lucky I didn't you twerp, otherwise, they'd tan your hide."

She growled, "Uh, there you go again with them old folk words. I swear you should go back to where ever decade you came out of."

"Folk is an old word too."

"Whatever. Why are you sitting way out here?" She inquired as she made her way closer to where I was. It was then I saw her stop, a good sixty feet in front of me. Her gaze left my face and I knew that she'd picked up the fact that the young girl was there.

"Get away from her Tavis." She stated. 

I crossed my arms over my chest defiantly. "Bull, you can't tell me what to do."

"She's a blood sucker. She could kill you with one bite."

I rolled my eyes, "What ever turd. She was just there to help and believe me, if she wanted to bite me, I'd let her."

"This is not the time for games, step away."

Just then I heard a sigh and my companion explained herself,"I didn't mean any harm. I was waiting with him for you."

Olivia leered her eyes at my guest. "I bet you were." She stated. "Tavis, this is my last time tell you...get..away..from..her."Her tone was hot enough to melt acid, yet calm enough to freeze ice.

"Olivia, come on..." I stated, "If she was going to bite me, she would have already. 

Just then I felt something in my heart quicken, almost like fear and I couldn't understand why. Turning around, that's when I saw the grief stricken look on her face, "I have to go." She whispered. All too quickly, she vanished.

~

Tavis:

"I specifically warned you both not to go too far and what did you do?" Mrs. Gregoire stated as she looked at both her children. "Stefan and I have been around town looking for you, me afraid that someone or thing could have killed you and where were you?" 

She inquired, her arms crossed over one another. "The old warehouse. That place is forbidden. Didn't Stefan make that all too clear concerning you?" She answered her own question and gave off another while she wore down the padding in the carpet pacing back and forth, sorely vexed at her children for disobeying strict orders to not go there.

"We only wanted to see what was out there." I stated defensively.

"There are things out there that are not good for you, I thought we explained this already. Before we moved here, we explained to you that the warehouse was off limits and why. DESPITE your CURIOSITY, neither of you should have gone. It's dangerous out there."

"We made it out alive didn't we?" Olivia stated, her tone defiant. I could tell by her voice that she about had enough of this conversation. 

"That's beside the point." Stefan put in. She cut her eyes at him, "I bet it is. You guys need to relax and chill out, we only went up there to see what all the fuss was about and as most grown ups are, you're paranoid." She stated. I moved away from her, sure that my mom would slap the taste out of her mouth, metaphorically of course. 

My mom came toward her to do just that, when Stefan put his hand out and stopped her, "Little girl. You may be thirteen, but you're not grown and we won't tolerate you acting like it. I'm advising you right now to get your act together, and start acting like you know your place." He stated, his tone dripping with a quiet anger. 

She rolled her eyes, "You aren't my dad, so you can't tell me what..." before she even got the words out of her mouth, mom reached over and smacked her so hard in her mouth, it made me wince. "Don't start with me Olivia Petty because if you keep going at the rate you're going there won't be enough left of you to pick up off the floor." Mom stated. 

I turned my eyes to her, wondering when she would ever learn that she and mom were cut from the same cloth. Mom was like her and the quickest thing to a grade a butt whipping was to get smart with her. 

As if taking the hint, Olivia quieted down and sat down in her seat, not saying much, just sulking. Mom went back to her lecture. "Now, I expect more out of you because you're older but you obviously can't handle the responsibilities of being an older sibling, so I don't want either of you going anywhere except home and school for the next two weeks. If Stefan or I have to search for you one time and I mean one time, you are going to be in the worse pickle you've ever been in and I mean that." 

Inside I was seething, sure that because of Olivia mom had grounded us. 

Olivia didn't say anything, she just sat there quiet. I stared at her with a wondering thought. What no objections? Seriously? I interjected on our behalf, "Mom, please, we didn't mean anything by going there, honestly, we just wanted to see what was out there." I saw mom's face soften toward me. "I know Tavis, but the fact of the matter is you guys deliberately disobeyed our orders and we can't have that. What if Jr. had been with you? What if something would have happened to both of you?" 

I exhaled, pleading our cause, "but it didn't. I mean we didn't get hurt. All we did was look at the building." I stated. "That's all." 

She sighed, exasperated, "I don't want to hear anymore Tavis. Two weeks. After thinking about what could have happened, I don't expect you to disobey orders again. It is our job to protect you, to ensure that nothing happens to you and to know that you two had disappeared from our original meeting ground, is just too much. I don't want anything to happen to you. I told you that there are creatures out there, not just vampires, that use humans for their pleasure. 

One of you could have been taken forever and then what? Suppose a killer was out? How would we have found you then? Suppose one of you would have accidentally been hurt and we couldn't get there in time? Do you understand what I mean? Do you see?" I flickered my eyes to the floor, saddened at my fate. Every time I listened to her, I got in trouble. It never failed. I inhaled sharply and stood up, "Alright mom. If it's alright, I'd like to be excused." I stated.

She glanced at me, her heart breaking, "Yeah, go ahead. I would prefer that you guys just went to bed tonight and check your windows, to make sure their locked, please."

I nodded my head and resigned to my fate, walked upstairs to my room.

~~

"You don't think two weeks was a bit harsh, Odilia?" Stefan asked, as he and his wife made their way to the den, for some quiet time. The den was off the back of the house, away from the living room and upstairs of the house. There was a dissension of three stairs and then hard wood floors. 

There was a pool table in one area of the den, with a bathroom to the left of that. To the right was another step where they took it to the couch where the television sat for any friends that Tavis and Olivia brought over during the day. 

"I don't think it's harsh," Odilia stated, falling down on the Magenta colored sofa. The thick cushions welcomed the rest of her form as it sank down into their plushness. "They both need to learn how to obey, follow rules." 

"You know Olivia put Tavis up to it. Every time they go off together, he ends up in trouble." Stefan stated.

"Yeah, well maybe he needs to stop following after her." 

"He can't. He feels like it's his obligation to protect her and that's why he goes after her."

"Alright doctor Phil."

Stefan laughed, "look, I was a kid once, it may have been along time ago, but not too long ago. I also know how it is for boys his age. Even though she's his big sister, she's still his little sister in some ways. He sees it as his responsibility to protect her." He stated, his tone rational.

Odilia glanced over at him with a gleam in her eye. "I told you you show too much favoritism."

"It's not that, Odilia. I just feel as though you gave them too much time. I mean, I don't think them disobeying should warrant a two week punishment."

Odilia glanced at her husband, seeing compassion in his eyes. A warmth gripped her heart and she felt a wave of pleasure settle over her. Scooting over to where he was, she sat down next to him and grabbed a hold of his tie, sliding it through her hands. "You really are a big teddy bear you know." 

He chuckled, "I'm just saying..."

"I thought vampires were supposed to be void, motionless, just without any type of feeling what so ever." 

He exhaled sharply, "It seems as though since meeting you I've developed a soft spot."

"Have you now?" Her fingers gracefully undid the knot he'd tied and he watched as she pulled the tie loose from around his neck. "Yes."

His eyes watched hers as she slid the tie out of it's place. She whispered, "I see." 

The passion in his eyes caused her heart to thud hard against her chest, a wetness began in her center immediately. "I see I'm not the only one who gets emotional." 

She let out a seductive laugh, at least to his ears, that's the way it sounded. His gaze went to her eyes and he whispered,"Mihi Parva Vixen." His hands went to her face, running along her features, describing them as he touched them, 

"Donec, altum ossa genis." His hands touched her cheekbones. And then went to her nose, "Bellus ut puga." This caused her to lick her lips. Dammit, she cursed herself for not learning Latin. But then she supposed if she understood it, she wouldn't be throbbing and pulsating in her panties. 

She could feel the liquids as they gathered and began to slacken the area between her thighs. He felt his own heat escalate in response to the beautiful scent of her. As she began to undue a button, his hands went to her mouth, outlining her bottom lip. His eyes shined bright, as they settled upon those plump juicy lips. 

He felt a moan escape his lips at the thought of sucking them into his mouth. Attempting to get up, he felt his erection climb as she shoved him back down. She smiled, leaned forward and whispered, "Hold still." He grabbed her face and forcefully pushed her mouth against his. She sighed when his lips touched hers and began to move against them. 

Immediately the tingles began and she felt her nipples perk at the sensations he pulled from her with just this kiss. 

The beautiful sensual way his mouth began to first nip and then suck on her bottom lip, caused her to feel heady. His touch so tender and hot, it made her melt with desire. She kissed him back with equal fervency. He finally released her lip, leaving it hot, and all the blood flowing heavily. His lips began to separate her lips, prying toward the beautiful wet salty taste there. When she welcomed him, her body began to get hotter. His hands had long since began their sculpting of her body. He'd ran down her throat, to her chest and was now pinching her nipples. 

He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him. She gasped when her moistness touched his pants, causing another wave of hot tingles to explode within her womanhood. Stefan left her nipples. He wanted to explore her sweltering cavity as he pushed her beyond the brink of desire. 

His gaze lowering to her woman hood, his mouth moistened with ardent desire as he looked at her beautiful pussy. The vulva was already open and her labia minor were protruding through, the slick wetness coating the outside made his nostrils flare up. The dress she'd worn had risen above her hips and it drove him crazy to know that she hadn't been wearing any underwear the whole time they were outside. 

This caused him to harden even more. She whispered, "You like baby?" He reached down his hand and ran it over the beautifully shaved mound. The light brown skin looked so gorgeous and felt as if it was on fire. 

He bit down on his bottom lip, her scent was dancing around in his nose, signaling to his brain his need. He whispered, "Fucking sexiest pussy ever." As he spoke, his lating accent thick, another vibration was felt within her and he was rewarded with the view of her pussy rubbing against his slacks, more like sliding because that's what it did. 

A tight grip on her thighs, he pulled her into him, desperate to feel that warmth seeping through them. She moaned, "Oh baby." His gaze still transfixed on the puckering of her clit as it too juiced with life, he felt an overwhelming hunger sweep through his mouth. "Mea Pussy. Aeraque dissiliunt." 




Fever Ch. 03



Flipping her over onto her back, within seconds he'd found his way down to her wetness and began to suck her vulva into his mouth, as much of it as he could. He could feel the moisture leaking from his head as he continued to ravish her woman hood. 

She screamed when he latched onto her clitoris, sucking in the heavily pulsing bud. "Oh baby." His mouth was vigorous as it ate at her, taking in all her liquids, wanting to feel more. He carefully slid two fingers into her whole, feeling around, loving the way her vagina clamped down on them as he tore through her juices. 

The liquids pooled around his fingers as his tongue began to stroke the underside of her clit. He stroked deeply, yet tenderly, yeilding her desire, feeling the quivering that began in her thighs first. 

His fingers picked up their pace as she let out a torrent, "Oh God, Stefan, Baby." Her breathing became mixed in with her words, causing her Voice to become low and breathy, "More baby, more." 

His deep voice made her pussy hum even more as she let out a loud breath. "Oh...oh..." 

He whispered, "Cum for me Odilia, give it to me." As if on command, her pussy clenched down on his fingers one last time and she was caught up in a hard orgasm as her juices ran with quick speed down the length of his fingers. Upon seeing that, he lowered his head and fastened onto her clit again. 

He was rewarded with another one just as hard as the last, this one causing her to push up against his hands. "Fuck!" He shouted as his own eruption caught him off guard. He felt the hot stream of cum hit his pants as he brought her to a final climax. 

He could count on both hands and feet how many times her orgasms were so intense and explosive within his own senses that it brought him an unwanted orgasm as well. The thing he disliked most about these impromptu orgasms, was it drove him into a deeper hunger. As he completed this one, he undid his pants and didn't get them past his knees as he grasped her hips and pulled her down onto his cock. 

"Shit," She screamed as he pounded into her hotness, bringing on a new wave of wetness with it. As he pummeled, she gasped, her words caught in her throat. He continued his long deep strokes into her. She opened her legs more. Pushing her down on the couch, he pressed her back into it as his hips thrust into her, hard and heavy, causing her to groan. As he pushed into her, she could feel his hardness hitting her cervix, causing her to spasm out of control. She whispered, "Yes, oh, Stefan...yes- baby." 

He continued pumping ferociously until she twitched and her body locked in a very hard orgasm. He felt her pussy explode on his cock, milking it hard. He growled as he picked up the pace, coming closer to his own orgasm as he did. She groaned once more and he was rewarded a fifth orgasm as she locked her legs around him and pulled him into her. 

He grounded up against her as his own seed spilled hard and heavy into her, filling her to the point of flowing. He groaned, his body spent, muscles rippling in every area as he weakly held his balance. She was trembling so bad that he could tell it was from a state of shock. 

Her teeth chattered and she couldn't speak, her breathing was so heavy. Once they calmed down, he looked down at her, her dress still above her hips and smiled, finally admitting that the dress was hot. 

It was made even hotter as a rag. He'd somehow managed to rip open the top. The weirdest thing was he didn't remember doing that. I TOLD YOU! Her mind whispered to his rather loudly. He chuckled inside, I guess you did baby. I enjoyed every bit of it. As he stared at her face, a smile formed on her beautiful mouth. 

~~



Fever Ch. 03



"You okay, love?" Kirk sent. She bent down to kiss him, giving him evidence of what happened. "You sure it's not me?"

"Oh, yes, sweetie. I guess the thought of what we were doing really turned me on. How are you?"

"I have a hunch we just made a son. I scanned your ovaries and found an egg about ready to pop out and gave it a nudge. Then I hurried the leading half dozen sperm to it. I'm pretty sure they were all xy."

Meg's smile slowly spread, consuming her whole person. She shimmied her hips on Kirk's still firm cock. "Maybe we should make sure." she grinned. "In fact, I'm sure we should," she said, bending back down to kiss him, starting to move on him again, coaxing his cock to begin its thrusting motions into her seed hungry quim. 

"C'mon, my lovely fucker of a son, fill me with your seed. Plant the whole fucking garden in me." Her lips closed over his, her tongue exploring as far as it could reach. 

Kirk's hands reached down to slide over her ass, helping her motion. He pushed her body up so he could grasp her nipples with his mouth, sucking on them to increase their hardness. Meg gasped as they were assaulted by his tongue and teeth. "Yesss, she hissed, quietly, pounding on his pubes.

Kirk was barely conscious of the bed motion changing as he thrust his rod up into Meg, until he felt the weight on his legs. Meg became aware of another pair of hands caressing her buttocks, then a tongue exploring her perineal region, sliding up to explore her rosebud. The tongue pressure there to enter triggered her second orgasm. "Omigod! Uuuunnnnnhhh!"

"Hey, Tiff. Wow, didn't take you long with Mary."

"She must be exhausted; she fell asleep as soon as she hit the bed. Are you sure she's getting all her vitamins and other essential nutrients in the right amounts?"

"Uh, yeah, as far as I know. She's been monitoring the babies and says they're doing fine."

"That may be," interrupted Tiffany, "but how is she doing? Those three fetuses could be cannibals or vampires, sucking all the nutrition out of her. Look at me. I've gained almost twenty pounds and I'm only having one. I don't mean she should gain sixty pounds, but I bet she hasn't gained ten. What do you think Meg?"

"I agree with you, Tiffany, but she is so opinionated, she won't listen to either of us, and she seems to have her OB buffaloed."

"Hmm, as they used to say in the funnies, this sounds like a job for super Tiffany," she laughed. "Why don't I stick around for the weekend and see if I can make her take care of herself?"

"If we couldn't, what makes you think..."

"You're the one who called me a witch, vanilla boy," she laughed. "Now, Meg, since Kirk says he has already accomplished the task you gave him, may I relieve you of that double dose of cream he left in you, while he takes care of my horny? I promise, you will enjoy the process."

And so Tiffany moved in, and stayed.

A knock at the door stirred Kirk from his reverie. He glanced at the clock on his desk--quarter to five. He scanned the door. No one? He walked to the door and opened it to see the person in the long black overcoat, also wearing a navy watch cap. He appeared to be in his mid sixties, with the same piercing diamond blue eyes Kirk had been marveling at in his children. The man stuck out his hand, saying, "My name is Lorenz and I need your help."

Instinctively, Kirk reached out to shake the man's hand, and felt himself jerked into a kind of space he had never known. An instant later, he found himself in the middle of a corn field. "What the fuck..." he started to say.

"Allow me to explain," said Lorenz. Kirk recalled the conversation Meg had had with Tiffany that Friday.

"Please do. If you are the Lorenz I know about, you're supposed to be dead,

"I am he, your father. As difficult as it is for most humans to accept our mental ability, it is far more difficult for them to accept another trait of our race--longevity. You see, or think you see, a 65-year old man. I was born not far from this farm, at the end of the Civil War this nation suffered. All my mother knew about my father was that he was a Union officer who saved her from rape at the hands of some rebel deserters. 

"It was necessary for me to disappear, so I manufactured the story of the farmer and daughter. That night, when the mythical farmer was to appear and shoot me, I simply teleported out of my trailer. I had kept secret that part of my ability, so no one suspected anything about the incident. They just believed I had been shot, because that is what I wanted them to believe.

"I see your mother has given you the basics of our origins on this planet. Shortly after our ancestors landed, the officer cadre -- there were ten of them -- determined that what is now called 'homo sapiens' offered them the best chance of passing on their abilities. 

"The non commissioned crew were essentially selective breeding drones. Bisexual, they could couple with almost any warm blooded animal, but would only reproduce if they were impregnated by a male officer, to produce another drone, ensuring a supply of crew members over long trips. 

"They were reprogrammed to mate only with the Neanderthal line of humans, contributing I'm sure to their eventual demise. Our ancestors joined different tribes of the homo sapiens and spread over the Earth. Over time, some of the lines, for varying reasons petered out. 

"There is one family line in Europe, one in Eastern Asia, another in South America, and one in the Mid East. Each can be traced back to a different officer, with abilities varying according to the original officer. Male officers, in general, were more powerful, and, again generally, held positions of leadership in departments which would be involved in battle. 

"Our ancestor was the cruise commander, supposedly the most powerful crew member aboard. It was she who planned the destruction of the vessel which destroyed the island base and forced our ancestors onto the mainland. 

"Counting her, there were five men and five women officers. Under her guidance, each woman bred with each man so that when the vessel arrived, there was already a small tribe of thirty five members. When they approached the tribes they were to join, the women took their five children with them, to join the chief's family, usually as wife to one of his sons. 

"With the crew thus distributed, cooperative links were established among tribes, along with our abilities and knowledge. With the Neanderthals breeding with the non-productive clones, homo sapiens soon out numbered them and became the dominant species. 

"The officers and their children outlived other tribal members and would migrate from tribe to tribe. They became the basis for legends; one, about the engineering officer, Methus, even being repeated in the Judeo-Christian folklore. 

"You must be advised, the length of your life varies with the strength and variety of your powers. From what I have observed, you will probably see ten human generations pass before you, maybe more."

"From what you have observed?"

"Yes, I try to keep track of all my offspring, which is why we are here. One of my great grandsons has let himself be corrupted by his power. He is preying on co-eds, using his power to occlude their minds until he has them under his control, bound in his hideaway. 

"After he terrifies them, abuses and rapes them, he again occludes their mind, and then releases them near the campus, with their memories intact, except for what he looks like.

"You need to find him, and either disable his abilities or kill him."

"You know who he is, don't you?" observed Kirk. "Why don't you take care of him?"

"Inborn racial ethics. We are unable to provoke harm against an individual in our direct bloodline within six generations. Even though you share an ancestor with him, he is not in your direct bloodline. Of the several individuals I have sired, you are the strongest, and should have the least problem carrying out his punishment."

"Why can't you simply tell me who he is, point him out to me?"

"That falls within the definition of provoking harm; by telling you who he is, I may be directing you to cause his death. If I simply tell you of the problem and ask you to investigate it, there is the probability, however small, you might settle on someone else as the perpetrator of these deeds."

"So, where do I begin?"

"I have arranged for you to interview the four victims. They will probably also need your healing abilities. He has been striking at weekly intervals. Try to be aware of cries for help. It is about time for him to strike again. Catching him in the act may make it easier for you to enact his punishment."

The first girl to be seen was a short, dark-haired, plump nineteen year old who looked like she had just come in from feeding the chickens. They had teleported to the hallway outside her dorm room, veiled from the sight of the students there. She answered the door when Kirk knocked. He entered the room alone while Lorenz went off to examine the girls shower room.

"Susan, my name is Kirk," he began. "I am investigating what happened to you and the other young women on campus. Can you answer some questions for me?" She nodded, tears starting to fill her eyes. Kirk entered her mind, calming her fears. She looked at him, wide eyed. He felt her fear increase, her heart begin to pound.

"He talked to you like this?" She nodded. "That is one of the things I needed to know. For right now, just breathe deeply. In, out, in, out, very good," he said soothingly, leading her into a light trance. 

"Your fear is gone; you feel safe, secure. When you talk now, you know it is just memory, it is not happening again. Tell me what happened. Where were you? Tell me everything you remember."

Her voice was flat, trance like. "I was coming back from my late morning class, to go to lunch, cutting across the quad. When I got to the middle, I started to get confused. There were a few students around; I recognized most of them from seeing them around. Summer sessions there aren't many, you know. There was one guy I didn't recognize, but I can't seem to remember what he looked like. 

"In the middle of the quad, someone stopped me to ask directions. The stranger, I think. Then, the next thing I recall is waking up in a strange room, tied to a bed, naked, and someone standing over me, leering at me. He was naked, playing with himself. He wasn't erect, but was trying to jack off, d'you understand?" 

"Yes, I understand, Susie. Go on."

"He started to run his hands all over me, not like he was trying to feel me up, but like he was exploring my body. He even got down on his knees so he could look at my pussy. Then he poured some lotion on my boobs and started to rub it in; he was rubbing so hard it hurt. When I said he was hurting me, I felt a pressure in my head, and the pain went away, even though he seemed to be rubbing harder. 

"Pretty soon, he was concentrating on my nipples, rubbing them, twisting them, batting at them, knocking them back and forth. Pulling on them, like he was trying to lift me off the bed with them. Then he started sucking and chewing on one while twisting the other one, then he'd switch. 

"It was weird. I could see what he was doing, and feel what was happening, but there was no sense of pain or pleasure. Like I could see him drag his tongue across my nipple, and feel it drag, but there was no sensation, like my nipple was numb."

The young girl started sobbing. "Th...th...then he moved down to my, my pussy and started chewing on my lips, really biting them, like he was trying to bite them off. Even when I started screaming and trying to get away, he just kept chewing and laughing. 

"I felt him stick his fingers in me, one at a time until he had all four in me. I was afraid he was going to put his whole hand in, but he stopped and got on the bed between my knees. When I looked down to see what he was doing, I almost passed out. He was hard and it looked like a softball bat hanging off him.

"He grabbed my hair and made me watch as he pushed it into me. God, it hurt so bad. It wasn't my first time, but I only did it a couple of times with my high school boy friend. I knew I was still dry inside. And then, I felt like I was screaming from hurting, but I wasn't making any sound. I could hear the clock and the music, but not my screams."

"What clock, Susie; what music?"

"There was a clock on the wall, a big round electric clock. And he had a radio on, playing classical music."

"Okay, go on."

"He did it to me for a long time. I'm sure he came at least twice. I felt something squirting in me. I think I passed out. The next thing I remember my head was hanging down backwards and he was doing it to my mouth, only he was all the way down my throat; I could feel him against the back of my larynx. 

"He had mirrors set up so when my eyes were open I could see him playing with my pussy. And there was a snake on the bed between my legs. When I saw the snake I screamed around his thing, and he just laughed. 

"I looked up at his face over my pussy and saw his eyes. I'll never forget those eyes, they were so blue and so cold, even when he laughed. 

"Then he reached down and started pushing the snake in me. And he left it there, but when I tell the doctors, they say it's all my imagination. I can feel it move and squirm in me, but doctors say there isn't anything there. What's wrong with me?" she wailed.

"Nothing's wrong, Susie. May I look? I think I know what he did. If I'm correct, I can fix it in a few seconds." She looked at him, her expression blank, and nodded. 

He unfastened the waist of her jeans and pulled them and her panties down and off. Her vulva was covered with a short stubble, and decorated with a thin landing strip. 

He pushed her legs apart and spread her labia, exposing her vaginal opening. He didn't see anything, but he hadn't expected to. He reached in with his middle finger, eliciting a gasp from the young woman. 

Probing as far as he could reach, he found what he was expecting, and extracted it. As he pulled it out, the piece of rope became visible, as did the plastic snake head tied to it.

Susan shuddered when the snake head became visible, but then smiled. "So I wasn't crazy."

Kirk bent down and kissed her forehead. "No, you weren't crazy, just the victim of a sick joke. Do you think the memories of this attack will bother you any more? I can help alleviate them more if you need it."

She looked at him, a timid smile trying to break through some lingering tears. "I'm only afraid that when I try to make love with someone, the memories will make me afraid."

"The only way to tell is to try. If you let me, I'll be able to help you deal with the memories as we go along. When we deal with a physical experience, we have two kinds of memories we have to consider, visual and somatic--what we saw, or think we saw, and what our bodies experienced. In your case, I think the somatic experience is closer to the truth.

"When you were released what did you do?"

"I woke up in the park across from the campus. I had a strong compulsion to get clean. I picked up my back pack and walked to my dorm, came to my room, and stripped down to my panties and went to take a shower. While I was there I douched and shaved my pussy. I've never done either of those before."

"He must have implanted the orders so you would destroy any traces he might have left on you. Do you remember seeing any bite marks or hickeys, scratches, rope burns, any marks?"

"N... no," she replied, seeming to think about her answer. "Nothing, just the funny cat's eye on my bum."

"Cat's eye? May I see it?" She turned on her side. On the top of her right butt cheek was a tattoo of a very stylized vagina. He ran his fingers over it.

"Ooohh, what are you doing? That makes my lady tingle."

"Susie, is your lady getting wet?"

"H...how did you kn...know?"

"Your cat's eye is really a vagina. The person who abused you conditioned you so that when this area is touched, it will arouse you sexually. By tattooing an erotic image over it, he pretty much insured guys will want to touch it, arousing you, making you an easy target for anyone..."

"Can you fix it?"

"Can I fix it? If you mean, can I erase the tattoo, I think so. Can I remove the conditioning, it would take more than a single session, but yes eventually, if you really want me to. 

"Without the visual attraction, it becomes your secret, to be discovered by your lover, a fun thing once you accept it, and divorce it from the memory."

"How would it work?"

Kirk smiled. "That's another one of those things we'd actually have to have sex to find out. Are you still willing to let me go ahead?" She nodded, a little slowly, evidently still uncertain. "I can see you're still hesitant. Why don't we get started, and anytime you want to slow down, or stop for bit, or quit altogether, you just let me know. You are in control. Okay?"

She smiled and nodded, obviously relieved. "How do we start?"

Kirk smiled. "Like this," he said, leaning in to kiss her.

A half hour later, Susie collapsed, breathless, on Kirk's chest, recovering from her third climax. Her first had taken a bit of work. After making out for awhile, Kirk had helped her into position over his erection. He had to use his abilities to help her conquer her fear of his size. 

He worked on the visual memory of what had been done to her, contrasting it with what her body remembered. There was a substantial difference. Instead of the painful mauling and chewing she thought she had seen and been subjected to, her abuser had actually simply fondled her smallish globes, and rubbed the nipples, eventually sucking on them like a nursing baby. His assault on her labia was similarly gentle, and but for the visual tricks he played, would have been arousing.

The greatest discrepancy, which actually caused Susie and Kirk to laugh, was in the perp's penile proportions. Susie compared her high school boyfriend to a national brand hot dog (you know the one, with the catchy jingle). The perp was smaller than her boy friend. 

Knowing that, and realizing how aroused she was, and how wet, Susie had lowered herself on to Kirk's staff. "Omigod, omigod, omigod," was all she could say. When she was resting on Kirk's dark curlies, her smile was from ear to ear, eyebrows to chin. 

After her first climax engulfed her, she had lain down on Kirk to rest. He lightly ran his fingertips down her spine as she cooed in appreciation. He let her catch her breath, then barely touching her skin, ran his fingers over the tattoo on her butt.  

"Uuunnnnnh! Oh, God! What's happening?" she cried as she began thrusting on Kirk's staff. With her chest on Kirk's, her hips were a blur of motion as she responded to the programming the perp had left her with. 

Kirk was unable to move, which added to his arousal. He felt the tingle begin behind his knees and warned Susie, who somehow began to move faster. Still in her mind, Kirk was aware of a panic beginning in her, wondering what was happening to her as her own level of excitement grew. The sensation of Kirk's spend splashing against her sheath set off her second orgasm. 

"Oh, shitfuck," she sighed. "That was too much! What the hell happened?"

"All I did was touch you here..."

"No! Not again! Not yet, anyway." Kirk found the area where the tattoo programming was hidden in her cranial neural circuits and altered them slightly. When she was again breathing normally, he repeated his stroking. "Oh, shit! You bastard, it's happening again!"

"I tried to tone it down some; is it as bad as before?"

"Nooo, but, ohgod, it still makes me need to come and still seems like there's something holding it back. Oh, Mother...unnnnnnhhhhhhh, commingggg!" she cried, collapsing on him.




Fever Ch. 03



Kirk went back into her brain. He quickly found the area he was after. He opened up some pathways, disconnected others, rerouted some, connected some to new ones. 

When he was done, he tapped Susie on the shoulder. "One last try, then I must leave, but, I will be back until you feel everything is as right as we can make it," he said, sliding his hand from her right thigh up her buttock to the tattoo.

Susie felt his hand moving, and knew that there was going to be an increase in her level of arousal. The two which had happened so suddenly before had been centered in her pussy, and felt like an overwhelming need to get fucked, by anything. 

When Kirk's hand glided over her vagina tatt, she felt her body awaken. Her breasts seemed to swell and her nipples hardened. Her skin became aware of the textures of Kirk's body, of the sheets on her bed, of the breezes from the window air conditioner. 

She became more aware of smells, of tastes, of colors. She was aware of her labia engorging, opening, of her clit shaft hardening, extending, of her clit itself rubbing on Kirk's skin. Even the music from her mP3 player seemed richer in tone. 

"Ohhh, yesss," she sighed. "Fuck, this feels so good, like I'm just about to come except that I have time to enjoy it all."

Kirk moved his hand away from the tattoo, and watched as Susan came down from her orgasmic high. "Damn, that felt so good. Could I come if someone kept caressing that spot?"

"No, I disconnected most of the neural paths connected to the pudenda nerve bundle. It might get you aroused to the point where you want to make love, but not to the point where you feel you have to have it or die." 

He switched to telepathy. "Next week, about this time, I will contact you this way. If you think adjustments are necessary, I will come and see what needs and can be done. Do you have any questions? You don't need to speak, just think."

"Can I contact you like this?"

"Not yet, and only if you have the ability when you are old enough. The ability doesn't usually appear until the mid-twenties."

"Oh," she pouted. "What if I need help before next week?"

"What kind of help?" She grinned. "Susie, there are eight men for every five women on this campus. If a girl as pretty as you are can't find a sex partner on this campus, she isn't trying very hard. 

"If you are afraid of encountering the man who assaulted you, don't be. He isn't anyone you know, or have seen on campus. That much I gleaned from what you told me and what I saw in your memories. 

"Start looking for a lover among the people you know. You should have a male harem built up in no time." He smiled at her. "With that little spot on your ass working for you, your next lover could turn out to be the love of your life. 

"It's been awhile since I enjoyed a casual lay as much as this one. Thank you. I have to run now. I'll be in touch next week." He kissed her lightly, a touch of tongue, and was gone, from her room, and her memory.

He found Lorenz sitting on the front steps of the dorm, ogling the women as they passed by. "Aren't you uncomfortable in that overcoat and cap?" he asked.

"Not as uncomfortable as I'd be without them. They have a sort of metallic neural net sewn inside them. The coat protects me from all the thoughts and emotions emanating from the general public. The cap protects them from me." Kirk suddenly straightened up, looking around. "What?"

"A scream and a cry for help."

Lorenz tore the cap off his head and sent his coat into oblivion, as he stood and started turning his head, searching for the scream. It came again, with the plea, "Somebody, please help me!"

"That's a telepath!" both men said, simultaneously. They were able to identify the direction and distance, and teleported to the spot immediately. While the area was empty, they were certain from the signs of struggle that it was the right area. 

Kirk broadcast his thoughts, "Help is here; where are you?" They caught a burst of energy, enough to show them the direction. They set off immediately toward the source of energy. 

Following Lorenz's example, Kirk learned to regulate the speed with which he teleported, taking time to search. In doing so, he found he had some of Mary's ability to track the path of mental communications. 

Passing over an equipment shack on the back of the campus golf course, he caught flashes of telepathic energy coming from the shack. Instead of barging in, the two mentalists materialized outside of the shack and listened to what was happening inside.

"Don't make me hurt you, girl"

"Touch me and you'll be the one hurting!"

"That might be fun; try!"

Kirk and Lorenz circled the shack, looking for visual access. There were no windows, and no cracks. Focusing on the woman's voice, Kirk sent a focused beam of thought to her, accessing her vision centers. He was looking at a large, brute of a man, staring at his captive, lust dominating his expression.

"Wha...who the hell are you?" came the question from the woman, mentally.

"Quiet! Don't let him know I'm here. I'm the one who sent the 'help is here' message." 

At that instant, sensing her attention was elsewhere, the brute sent a burst of mental energy at her. Kirk saw it coming and was able to mitigate its effects, but it still knocked the young woman back on the bed.

"Let him think he disabled you. At most, he'll feel up your breasts, maybe open your shirt before I get his attention." And he was gone. The brute was over her, pawing at her shirt buttons. He had just succeeded in opening the collar button when there was a buzzing and popping sound behind him.

"Leave her alone," Kirk commanded.

The large man turned around. He towered over Kirk by at least five inches. Without saying a work, he sent an energy burst at the smaller man. Expecting it, Kirk was able to reflect it back toward the small giant, but not his head, toward his genitals. It was the first time the brute had ever had to defend himself, and he was totally unprepared. The pain was immense and intense. He fell to the floor, senseless.

As soon as Kirk was certain the man was, indeed, senseless, he scanned his brain. He was sickened and amazed. The creature was only eighteen years old, and had been responsible for several unspeakable acts over the past few years. 

He found the centers of control and the centers which generated the creature's ability. Using his own abilities, he performed some creative neurosurgery, removing the various centers, essentially searing the dendrites so they couldn't regenerate and reunite, returning his abilities.

When he was finished, he called in Lorenz and had him inspect his handiwork. Lorenz agreed with what he saw Kirk had done. The young giant had no more mental ability than any other 'normal' teenager, and possibly, less, but that was yet to be seen. Lorenz took hold of his arm, and was gone.

Kirk turned back to the young woman. "Hello," he projected, silently.

"Who the fuck are you?" came back the thought.

"My name is Kirk Reynolds; the guy who left with your assailant was Lorenz. Who are you?" Now that things were more or less normal, as they conversed, Kirk looked at the woman he had saved from assault. 

She was on the tall side, close to five-ten, her hair was a sort of nutmeggy color, tending toward the lighter range of that particular hue; her skin tone was dusky, like a Latino or American Indian; the outstanding feature were her eyes, a brilliant, bright green, practically emerald in color.

"My name is Erica Bowers. My lineage traces back to the Navigator and Quartermaster, just as yours traces to the Cruise Commander and Pilot. Was that really Lorenz? My mother used to tell me stories about him and some of his adventures. Why was he here?"

"He had heard of the crimes here, and investigated when it was obvious a telepath was involved. He discovered who it was, and asked for my assistance. What are you doing here?"

"I'm a graduate student, studying the psychology of ESP. This is one of only four schools in the country with a program, and it's the cheapest, overall."

"Besides telepathy, do you have any other mental powers? I guess I'm asking, could you have escaped from him?"

"No, and I was beginning to run out of bluffs when you showed up. Thank you, by the way. I.. was... starting... t.to.. g..g..get... a...fr..fraid." Kirk was aware of her breakdown before it really happened. He caught her as she started to fall. Quickly scanning her mind, he found her residence, and, gathering her books and purse, teleported, with her, there.

She lived alone, in a single bedroom apartment, just off campus. An elderly couple, who owned the house, lived downstairs in the summer, when they weren't visiting their six children around the state. This week they were in the Windy City, with their youngest, a daughter.

Kirk carried Erica to her bed and laid her down in the center. After covering her with a sheet, he turned to leave. "Wow, that was pretty impressive. I guessed you had the ability when you showed up in the shack, but the distance is really impressive." 

"Not really. What surprised me was that I could find this place based on your mental images. Never did that before."

"What if you had been wrong?"

"?"

She laughed. "So, you're just going to leave me here in my clothes and get them all wrinkled...what'd you do?" she yelped, suddenly realizing she was naked under the sheet. "Holy shit! What did you do? Where are my clothes?"

Kirk pointed at the closet. She looked at it as the door opened, revealing her skirt and blouse hanging there. On a separate hangar, her bra and panties were draped over the hook. Gaping at them, she was unaware Kirk was levitating her until she was about a foot and a half above the bed, and the sheet was wrapping itself around her. "What are you doing?" she cried?"

"I have to go find Lorenz and your assailant, to find what has happened to him. I'll be back in ten or fifteen minutes."

"Don't leave me like this. I have to use the potty."

"Which one?"

"What do you mean?"

"What kind of potty, front or back?"

"I can't tell you that; it's embarrassing."

"Why? Everybody does both, most every day."

"Both," she muttered. She felt small cramps in her abdomen, and the pressure from her bladder and bowel were gone. She looked at the man who had rescued her with some fear in her eyes.

"Will you stay put now?" She nodded.

"Just, please don't wrap me up. I'll stay here until you get back." She felt the sheet sliding underneath her, then lift a few inches and settle back over her. "Thank you," she said, in a tiny voice.

"By the way, how far along are you in your program?"

"I'm just getting started; why?"

"What if I could get you into the leading program in parapsychology in the country, the one the government contracts with to do military research? Would you be interested? It would probably be good for us to know how much they know about us."

"Could you really do that?" she asked, watching the sheet covering her slowly disappear, inch by inch, as Kirk's clothes floated away, one article at a time.

"Are you interested," he asked again.



Fever Ch. 04



Kirk asks Tiffany's mom to save his job; Kirk's dad, Lorenz, shares his history and how he fathered daughter, grand daughter and great grand daughter. Some violence and bizarre animalistic retribution. Enjoy. Will acknowledge signed comments, public and private. Jb7

Fever Ch. 04

Kirk and Erica appeared next to his car, in the parking lot next to his office building at the State Hospital. It had been almost a week since he had been, in a sense, kidnaped by his father to assist him in taking action against one of Lorenz's grandsons who was misusing his mental powers.

"From here," he smiled at his 'passenger,' "we travel like normal people."

"Where are we?" she asked, a little shaken. "Still on Earth, I hope."

"Yes, unless we made a wrong turn someplace. Centerport, a small city in central New York. We're a few miles from Syracuse, about midway between Albany and Buffalo, ergo the name. The original Erie Canal went through the center of town, but sometime in the last century, they moved it several miles south, so we're a port without any water nearby. 

"And you're just going to show up at your mother's with a stranger in tow, with no warning." 

"I told you, I contacted her and told her all about you before I popped up in your room again."

"I don't care how many genes you inherited from the Cruise Commander, I've never heard of a telepath able to contact someone across country.

"Well, you're about to meet two more. Get in so we can get going." he told her, opening the car door.

"Kirk, thank God, you're okay." His mother, as much as her stomach would let her, enclosed him in her arms. "You need to call your boss right away; he's been calling every day, and sounds quite angry. I called him Monday, as you asked, but I'm afraid it didn't do much good."

"I know. A couple of times, I sort of checked in, eavesdropping on his thoughts. He's pissed because he was supposed to go to a conference in California this week and couldn't because of my sudden disappearance."

He turned to indicate Erica. "This is Erica Bowers, the woman I rescued from that rogue mentalist. My partner in the rescue will be along in a bit and then we can explain the what and how. Will you introduce her to Mary and Tiffany and the kids? I need to call Dick and see if I still have a job."

"Certainly. Welcome, Erica. We're a bit discombobulated right now. Mary and Tiffany are the other adult women in the house, both new mothers. Right now they are busy feeding the children before putting them down for the night." She led Erica upstairs to the nursery.

Kirk was on the phone. "Dick, it's Kirk; I just got back into town...I'm sorry. I wasn't able to contact anybody...yes, I was able to get a message to my mother to have her call you...it just wasn't possible to get a message to you the same way...if I told you, you wouldn't believe me...yes, the same way I get through to my patients...I'm sorry you feel that way. I'll come in and clean out my things in the morning...what do you mean, don't bother? You'll send them to me? You won't have to, I'll get them tonight...changed the keys? That's alright; it won't matter...that's what I said. I'll have my stuff out of there in an hour. I'm really sorry you're so upset, Dick; I really enjoyed working with my patients, in spite of your interference. Good-bye."

Visualizing his office, he was there in an instant. He quickly scanned the shelves and files mentally and sent what he wanted to his room at home. He heard security coming down the hall and quickly typed a message to Dick on his computer. Leaving the screen on, he exited, wondering how Dick would take his message, "Maybe now you'll believe me." 

He rejoined the women, greeting Mary and Tiffany with hugs. He looked at his children, asleep in their cribs, and felt a surge of parental joy and pride. When he turned to look at the four women, he was surprised to see them all frowning. "What?" he asked.

"You just got yourself fired!" exclaimed Mary. "What are you going to do for a job?"

"He can't fire me. He can suspend me. Transfer me; even furlough me for up to a month. But, as long as Mom called in Monday and reported my absence, and that it was of indeterminate length, I'm relatively safe." He laughed. "The interesting thing is going to be his reaction to my cleaning out my office tonight, after he changed the locks."

"You didn't!" Tiffany laughed. "Kirk, someday that twisted sense of humor of yours is going to land you in some very hot water."

"That's what everyone keeps telling me. Part of the reason I brought Erica along. We are going to get her enrolled in the Parapsychology program at Princeton where she will be able to keep track of what the military is working on and their level of interest in mentalist activity around the country."

"We?" asked Meg.

"The guy who helped me rescue her from a kid who was using mentalist like powers to overcome and rape college co-eds, among other things. There is also evidence he is guilty of causing the death of a telepath..."

"Kirk?" Erica broke in. "Were you aware all of you share the Cruise Commander as a common ancestor? I suppose it is to be expected; there are nearly two million of us alive on Earth today, and we tend to stay in the areas our ancestors chose. But the racial diversity here is amazing. You and Meg are Caucasian, Tiffany is African American and Mary is Oriental, born in Asia."

"Say what?" Tiffany interjected, at the same time Mary went, "Huh?"

"I should have explained to Mom. Erica has mental powers similar to ours, plus she has the ability to 'see' which of the original cruise ship members we are descended from. Except for herself. She is only able to trace her maternal link back three generations." 

He was interrupted by the doorbell. He scanned the front door. "Damn, that was quick. Dick is at the front door. You all wait here. Erica, why don't you tell them what happened to you, without naming my partner just yet."

As Erica started the tale of her adventure, Kirk went down to answer the door. "Hey, Dick, c'mon in. It didn't take you long to get here. I didn't expect you until tomorrow morning."

"What the hell is going on, Kirk? That office was still sealed when security got to it, and the power was still shut off, but your computer was up and running, with that fucking message you left."

"The power was off. Hmmh. Didn't know that. Curious. Even if I explained, you wouldn't believe it. Probably the easiest to demonstrate is the ability I use with my clients. I have the ability to read minds and communicate telepathically."

"And I'm the Secretary General of the United Nations. Who the fuck do you think you're dealing with?"

"Dick, have you heard anything I've told you?"

"Of...I've heard something. Of course I've heard you!"

"Okay," Kirk said aloud. "What are you thinking? That's too easy, you've already told me you think this is shit. How about the last person you cheated on Sally with? Ms Montgomery? You still banging her, or was it that long ago? Let's try who you would like to bang. Jasmine? Tiffany's sister? Way too young for you. Her mother? Rose? Damn good taste, Dick, but she'll turn you to butter. Hang on." He switched his concentration.

"Rose," he sent, contacting Tiffany's mother. "I know it's late, and I apologize, but I need a favor. My boss is about to have me thrown in jail if I can't prove I can communicate this way. He wants to have sex with you, or at least he thinks he does. Would you be willing to take him to hell and back?"

He heard her chuckle. "If I do, does that mean you'll do me again sometime soon?"

"It'll be my pleasure. Ready to join us?"

"I'm naked, does that count?"

"You're beautiful. Hang on."

There was a popping and hissing behind Dick in the living room. He turned to see a dark chocolate brown earth mother standing before him, naked as the day she was born. "Hey, vanilla boy. This your boss? Shame on you, not believing him," she said to Dick, his mouth and eyes open wide. Rose walked to him and wrapped her arms around him. "Back to my place?" she asked Kirk, who nodded and they were gone.

"Wh...wh...where am I? What happened to me? Who are you? How did we get here?"

"Easy, boss man. One question at a time, but first I think you need a drink. Whiskey and water okay, or just the whiskey?"

"Uh, with water's fine. Who are you? And why are you naked?"

"Kirk said you wanted to fuck me, and brought me to you ready, then sent us back here."

"How did he know...you're his wife's mother?"

"I'm Tiffany's mother; don't know about the wife bit, though. All the women in that household either have had, or are pregnant with, his baby. Maybe he's a polygamist; I don't know. Here," she said, handing him a stiff drink. 

"But his mother lives there, with them."

"Don't know about no mother, just Tiff and the Chinese doctor, who had triplets. Tiff hasn't said anything about a mother except for them." Rose lied, realizing she may have said too much.

The drink seemed to calm Dick down. "How did he know...he was asking me about who,,,and then you just appeared. Are you real, or am I imagining all of this?"

Rose laughed as she walked up to him. With her left hand she grabbed his right hand and brought it to her pussy, while her right hand grabbed his crotch. "Does this feel like a hallucination, boss man? Do you wanna try this hallucination on your dick to see if it works?" 

She found his zipper and began to pull it down. "Do your wet dreams pull your zip down for you; pull out your little boy and suck it down like I'm about to; do they lay you down and feed you their pussies, like I'm gonna do? Tell me, boss man, do they?"

Dick groaned as Rose sank to her knees and engulfed his cock in her mouth, inhaling his full five and a half inches. Dick didn't have a lot of length, but he was thick, almost seven inches around the base of his crown. "Ooh, boss man, you are going to stretch my pussy real good," she cooed, pulling his pants and underwear down. 

His hands found her head and pulled her toward his cock. "I'm gonna..." and just as her mouth covered him, he did, straight down her throat. One major blast, followed by a couple of minor spasms which she was able to swallow with ease. 

"Damn, boss man! Has it been awhile since you dipped your pecker, or are you always so quick on the trigger?"

He shook his head. "It's been a while since it was anyone other than my wife, but usually with a new partner I tend to take a long time for my first come. And I never come in their mouth unless I jack off to do it. Blow jobs usually make it harder for me to come."

Grinning, Rose stood up and unbuttoned his shirt and rubbed her DD melons against his chest while she pushed her untrimmed puss against his rapidly re-inflating rigidity. "Well, that must mean I'm really good, or you want me real bad. And," she said, grabbing his ear with her teeth, " I can be real, real bad." 

Her hand found his rod and pulled it down between her legs. Closing her thighs on it, she asked him, "So, Mr. Boss Man, are we going to get down to business, or do you need to call someone and tell her you won't be home to night?"

"Uhh, no, she's out of town. Damn, woman, what are you doing to me? It feels like you're jacking me off with your legs. If you keep that up..."

"Just keeping you interested, boss man," she cooed throatily. "Come with me." As he followed her to the bedroom, Dick took in the black woman from behind, focusing on her ass. 

From observing the black women at work, he categorized their asses into the bubble butt, which resembled most white male asses, except it was rounder and extended more to the back; or the high bottom, from which their torso seemed to extend at a thirty to forty degree angle from the vertical. If a high bottomed woman had a large bust, she looked sort of like a walking letter zee. 

Finally there was the Earth Mother ass–her hips were broad, like a fat white woman, and deep, similar to the bubble butt, and as often as not, was a high bottom.

Rose's bubble butt, at age 50, was just beginning to widen, emphasizing her still trim waist, giving her a bit of an hourglass figure. Remembering the DD's which had been massaging his chest just moments ago, his cock seemed to get harder. He reached to grab Rose's hand. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw his state. 

Her nearly black eyes lit up in amusement. "We're almos' there, boss man. We gonna do this, may as well be comfortable. Las' time I did it on these floors, I found splinters in my butt for three days. Thanks to Kirk." she laughed.

In a couple of more steps, she turned into an open doorway and went straight to the bed. "C'mon, boss man. My tunnel of love is jus' waitin' for you. Come fill me up with that thick piece of white meat; see how many times we can make each other cry 'uncle!'" 

She lay there on the double bed, her legs out straight. Dick gaped. Only then did he realize she was as tall, if not taller, as he was. He joined her on the bed and drew her to him, pressing his lips to hers. 

Rose pushed him back. "Take it easy, boss man. Just because I'm gonna fuck with you don't mean I'm gonna kiss you. Far as I'm concerned, fucking is a lot like eating. You got to do it regular or you get sick. Kissing is something else. That is something I save to share with family and good friends; it's more personal. Now, if you're ready..." and she fell on her back, opening her thighs.

In the morning, feeling like he was barely able to move, Dick made his way to the living room and found his cell phone. He called his secretary's phone and left a message, "Monty, put the paperwork through placing Kirk Reynolds on administrative leave for this week. Call him and tell him I want to see him in his office first thing Monday morning. I will be out until then. Ralph Gibbons will be in charge until I return. Have a good weekend." 

He stumbled back down the hall. He stopped in the doorway to Rose's bedroom to look at the voluptuous figure on the bed. "Hey, Boss Man," she purred seductively, "where you been? We've got work to do; Kirk said I was to take you to hell and back, 'n' we ain't even left town yet. My lady is waiting for you," she grinned, pulling her knees up and spreading her legs

Dick saw her glistening quim and groaned; he staggered to the bed and fell, face first, between her welcoming thighs.

Rose and her bewildered partner had barely left Kirk's living room when Lorenz and an attractive black-haired, blue-eyed woman appeared silently. Kirk greeted Lorenz with a firm handshake then turned to the woman. "Eva, I'm glad you decided to come along."

"I'm not sure I did," she smiled. "It's hard to resist this man when he has his mind made up."

"Tell me about it. Have a seat; I'll go get the others. Uh, Lorenz, I haven't told Meg about you, yet. It, ah, may be a bit of a shock to her, seeing you after thinking you..."

"I understand. We will have to be on the alert for any problem, then." Kirk nodded, a bit apprehensively. Meg was just entering her eighth month of pregnancy with his child. He was also apprehensive about what Lorenz would say to that, then realized there wasn't much he could say.

Levitating himself, he glided up the stairs and walked down the hall to the nursery where Erica was just finishing telling about his offer to get her into the ESP program at Princeton. "...but I don't know how he'll be able to get me in this late. School has already started."

Meg smiled. "He's getting more like his father every day. If he said he will, he will." She saw him in the doorway. "Kirk..."

"Ladies, we have visitors, who will help me expand on Erica's story, if you're interested. Mom, before you go down, I need to speak to you for a moment."

When the three younger women had left the room, Meg looked at her son, a worried expression on her face. "Is there something wrong?" she asked>

"No, I just need to prepare you for a bit of a shock. Lorenz, my father, is downstairs."

"What? That can't be. He's been dead for over twenty years."

"That's what he wanted the people to think. But he's downstairs, alive and well." 

"But...Why?"

"I'd better let him explain that. His explanation will help explain why you still look twenty-five at the age of forty-three. And why Tiff and Mary both appear to be so young."

"I don't under..."

"Let's go down and join the others. Then Lorenz and I will try to explain everything."

Levitating her, he moved them downstairs and into the living room, where Erica was making the introductions. Meg gasped when she saw Lorenz. "My God, you haven't aged at all in twenty-five years," she exclaimed. 

Lorenz looked at her. "And you are just as beautiful now as you were then. Hello, Megan; how are you, other than..." He looked at Kirk, and smiled. "Congratulations, lad. And I hear there are other children in the house." 

Kirk nodded, smiling, and guided his mother to a comfortable chair and helped her down. "I guess I need to catch you all up on what I've been doing this week, and why I was gone. And, Lorenz, I promised Mom that you would explain your 'death' and the reason for it. Since it leads into my explanation, why don't you start?"

"I see you are all familiar with how the race of telepaths got started on Earth, and helped homo sapiens become dominant. What you probably don't know is that the officer cadre of the ship were the only telepaths aboard, and that their planet's year was roughly equivalent to four of our own. The officers were in their thirties, meaning, in Earth term, they were between 120 and 160 years old. And, although their metabolisms changed slightly, they didn't change much. 

"Through the years, somehow, the mental power gene and the slow aging gene wound up on the same chromosome. The more mental powers you have, and the more you use them, the longer you will live, barring accident or illness. I am testament to that effect. I was born in 1865, a few months after the end of the Civil War."

LORENZ'S STORY:

Lorenz looked around him, wondering where the hell he had sent himself this time. He had just stepped out of the wash tub when he heard his dog barking his intruder bark, as opposed to his hunting bark, and looked out the window into the night to see several men approaching with torches lit. He could also make out a large kettle and several men with large cloth bags. One didn't need his clairvoyant powers to know those were bags full of feathers. He quickly dressed, grabbed his trunk, and teleported himself away from the mob.

He told himself he would have to be more careful in the future, if he had one. Right now, he needed to find out where he was. The place looked familiar. He 'knew' there was an old farmhouse right over the rise to the north, and there was a crick along the western edge of this cornfield, leading to a swimming hole at the southwestern corner, among those trees. With the seclusion and distance from the road, it was a good place for skinny dipping. He had been there often with his Ma. Yes! This was the farm where he had been born, but it had changed in the sixty some years since then. 

He doubted there would be any who would recognize him. He had left when he was in his late teens, looking like what he was, a gangly youth. Over the sixty some years, he had only aged about 15 years in appearance. Which had been the problem in the town he had just run from. 

Between his lack of apparent aging, his ability to 'cure' some folks of their psychosomatic maladies, their ignorance and superstition, and the two teenage girls he had found with some ability to read minds, which he had been able to enhance in several hot and heavy sessions with either one or both of them together, the menfolk had decided he was in league with forces of evil if not 'the' main force himself. 




Fever Ch. 04



Tavis: 

“Journal, it's me Tavis again, and you'll never guess what's happened now.” I stated into my tape recorder. “Olivia got me in trouble again tonight. Mom and Stefan was waiting for us when we got back to the house. However, her getting me in trouble has nothing to do with the fact that I'm stuck on house arrest for the next two weeks. It's her mouth and how she likes to run it all the time. 

She never knows when to shut up. I keep telling Olivia that mom doesn't like it when she talk back when she's on a rampage. Silence is a must when our mom is upset but she doesn't have any respect for boundaries or rules. I wish that she did and I think maybe, just maybe if she had any semblance of fear regarding those in authority, she and Stefan would get along, but Olivia's not like that. She feels that if she doesn't like you, she doesn't have to respect you. 

This is the one thing I hate most about her, it causes her to over look people, especially those who are in a position to help her...” Immediately, my thoughts drifted to the female I'd seen the other night. I could could remember everything about her, from the fresh scent of her soap, to the combat boots she'd been wearing when we met. As I thought about her, I recalled her smile and felt my heart beat pick up in speed. “Journal...” 

I began again, revealing my thoughts, “The lady from the other night has the most beautiful smile I've seen in my life. I still can't believe that she was so nice, especially not knowing me. She, a young teenage girl was willing to  wait with me for my sister. That's as cool as it gets. My sister's friends would have all ran for cover. Anyhow, I want to know more about her and it's my wish that I see her again. 

I don't know what it is about her that intrigues me so, but I feel as though I need to know her, like I have to know all there is about her. I wish I could see her right now. I want to know her favorite color, the place she wants to see most in the world. I want to know her secrets, know her inside and out.” As I continued speaking in the tape recorder, I felt warmth burst in my chest and butterflies in my stomach. 

There was so much I wanted to know, so little answered. As I cleared my throat, I spoke into the tape recorder. “I want to know of her family, what it was like in Africa, and why her parents moved here.” I sighed, knowing already there was no way a girl her age would be interested in someone like me. I wasn't even out of high school yet. 

As my thoughts continue to roam about, I realized that even fantasizing about a girl her age was just ludicrous. Especially when she could do much better than a ten year old. I growled in frustration and spoke into the tape recorder, “I wish I was older, then maybe, just maybe I'd stand a chance, but seeing as how I'm only ten, soon to be eleven, I doubt this will even go anywhere. She's just too old and probably prefer someone who's more adapted into puberty.” 

Sighing, I pushed the stop button on the device and listened as it clicked to a stop. There was no use in dwelling on what a boy was too young to have. The weird part was that I didn't feel like a boy. I felt more mature than my ten years. I knew that I was psychologically developed like a fifteen year old. That's what my doctor said. Mom took me out of concern for both my increasing knowledge and disdain for kids my age. 

The doctor told her that some kids were more psychologically advanced than others and that hers just happened to fit that bill, especially with my aptitude being so high. So, in essence I struggled a lot with being older mentally than I was physically. Yes, I had the energy of most children my age, but I spent it more on building my IQ and working out than I did anything else. Normally, I would love that, but working on a school project while you're confined to your room didn't see to appealing. I couldn't leave if I wanted to and this drove me nuts.

~												~
Olivia 
Four days, sixteen hours and twenty three minutes into me being confined to this damn room and I feel as though I'm going to explode. Why? Because one thing I hate more than anything is being sent to my room, put on lock down because of my mouth. Ok, granted, it may not have been my position to say anything, but seriously, my mom and her stupid rules were exhausting. 

There wasn't a rule that she didn't have when it involved us going outside. You'd think vampires would be more relaxing about their offspring, seeing as how they are undead and supposed to be able to know where you were at all times, but just the fact that we'd been gone a half an hour and she and Stefan hadn't had any contact with us since we went up to the ware house, she had to go and have a conniption fit involving this little fiasco. I could see if we were gone for an hour or maybe even two hours with no contact, but thirty minutes? We are grounded for two weeks over thirty minutes? 

How insane is that? I let out a squeal and threw the book I'd been reading down on my magenta colored quilt. For those of you who don't know what magenta is, it's like a dark pink on the borderline of purple but never quite reaching there. Magenta is the color I use when I need to think. I'm an avid fan of using colors to express the various moods I find myself in, so since I was in a tense mood, needing something to calm me down, I'd taken off the red comforter and replaced it with the serenity yielding Magenta colored comforter.  

“This isn't fair!” I groaned, still irritated over the situation at hand. As I sat there thinking, I couldn't help but let my mind reflect back on the meeting I'd had with Dennis...or was it Daryn...or Devin? I don't know. I couldn't remember his name. It started with a D, this I was sure of. Anyhow, I thought about how he'd discussed the history of the hunters with me. I thought about how he had explained that a hunter was born a hunter and it occurred to me that since I was a hunter, that meant Tavis was one as well. 

The question I felt compelled to ask was why did he feel wary of the building, while I felt as if I needed to be there, that I had to explore it. Tavis wasn't normally afraid, but he did have a cautious bone every now and again. 

However, I couldn't understand what made him feel afraid. He wasn't anything other than human and according to Dominic- no that's not his name either, anyway, maybe I should just call him D-man since I can't remember him, or maybe...I grinned softly, thinking in my head, I should call him Taylor? 

Yeah, that's what I'll call him. He looks like a Taylor with his fine self. So...according to Taylor, humans are not harmed upon those grounds and hunters feel a special drawing to the place. As I cleared my throat, I wondered if it was possible that Tavis was not genetically foreordained to hunt like I was, or maybe something repelled him, made him afraid of the building? 

Flickering my tongue over the roof of my mouth, I allowed my thoughts to drift at the possibilities until I was brought back to my reality, that although Tavis found it uninteresting, I found the idea of being a hunter exhilarating, something I knew I wanted to try. 

However, because I was grounded for two weeks, I wouldn't be able to go back. The thought was stifled as I conjured up an idea. What if I went during the day, just a couple of hours at a time, so I could learn what I needed to learn and then be back before mom, Stefan and Jr. awake. 

Getting up, I grab my book bag out of my closet and put my body suit and weapons inside, careful to sheath them before doing so. As I'm going around, rambling, there's a knock on the door. I quickly put my bag next to the lamp stand and flop back onto the bed, its springs creaking in testament to my weight. “Come in.” I stated. The door knob twisted and Tavis came in, making his way to my bed. “Olive Oil, how are you holding up?” Under normal circumstances I would expect him to care if I was alive and well, because he's that kind of kid. 

He's the reason I've been able to live in this house as long as I have. He's not only my brother, but he's the only one I really feel close too, but this, however, was not the usual. Especially when he was the one on house arrest. He usually avoided me like the plague. I narrowed my brows in suspicion, “What's the sucking face for?” 

He cleared his throat, “ I'm not sucking face.” The sour tone in his voice and the slight change in facial features told me otherwise. “I just want to see how you're doing. I noticed you actually stopped kicking the walls a good fifteen minutes ago and out of dire curiosity, decided to come and see why?”

I folded my arms across my chest. God, sometimes it felt like Tavis was the oldest and I was the youngest. Clearing my throat I could feel the irritation began to creep up my spine. Having a know it all sibling who was mostly right, was too agitating. “I decided that kicking the wall really didn't make me feel better.”
He smiled, “That's progress.” 
I glared at him. Pest. “Other than to psycho analyze me yet again, why are you here?”
“Well, I needed some advice about something.” He stated. I raised a brow. Since when?
He looked away from me, “Well, you're a girl and I would expect at being thirteen you would know what it's like to have boys like you right?”

I shrugged my shoulders. I had my fare share of boys crushing on me, but I wasn't really interested. They were too stupid and boring for my taste. They were all too much into girls with big boobs and although I had a pretty face, I wasn't as well endowed as the other girls my age. They would all seem to find me attractive at first, but I'd always loose to the girl with the bigger chest. This I hated. 

My mom said that it's not a bad thing to have small breasts but honestly, she hadn't seen the girls that came into Chicago Heights Middle School. I hated that place and the sooner I graduated, the better off I would be. There was always some girl there waiting to beat on some other girl. I'd found myself in a couple of tiffs, but they'd been quickly dismantled. One thing about me is I'm not afraid of anybody or anything. I don't know why, but it's like I have no sense of fear. You'd think I would but I've never had that feeling of danger. 

Sometimes I think I crave it, try to find it, which is why I drug Tavis to that ware house. Still there, though, I felt a powerful adrenaline rush instead of fear. 

“Why are you asking me that? What, you have a girl you like or something?” I asked, my gaze flickering over his face. I watched as a soft glow gathered in his face, particularly making the light in his eyes glossy. “Who is she?” I asked. I was still trying to decide what girl in his class would even think he was remotely interesting. A fifth grader who only talked math and science and read things about foreign countries would not interest a regular girl.
“Well...I'm not sure of her name yet.” He stated. 
“So she's older?” I interjected, trying to figure out if this girl really existed. Was he making it up?
“Well, yes, but I haven't gotten her name yet.”
I narrowed my eyes, “You're ten Tavis. Trust me the girl's not interested.”
Tavis furrowed his brows, “Dang Olivia, I haven't even asked my question yet and you're shooting me down already?”
“Tavis, be realistic, you're only ten. Why would an older girl be interested in a ten year old?”
“I'm going to be eleven next month.” He stated his tone clipped.
“I know, but that's what...close enough to a twelve or thirteen year old and a thirteen year old will be way too mature for you.”

I watched his dark eyes flash immediate fury. “Too mature? Trust me Olivia, none of the snot nosed girls your age would ever have a chance with me, not even when I myself reach your age. That's none of your business, her age.” After that statement, he went to leave the room, pausing at the door, “When you leave, I hope you're back before the parents wake up because if not and they ask where you are, I will tell them.”
“I'm not going anywhere.” I fibbed.
“Then why is your bag packed and why are you wearing a coat?”
I pulled my thick coat against my chest, “It is cold in here. I stated.”
“That's an odd statement considering the thermostat says seventy.”
I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, “Get out and besides, you don't know where I'm going.”
“The ware house.”

I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. How did he know?

“Because little sister, I know you.” At the mention of me as his little sister I felt an anger began in my chest. He opened the door and made a quick exit, his body language exhibiting no form of regret. The idea of being the little sister always infuriated me, because I knew that Tavis was more mature in his mindset than I was, but I was the oldest biologically and for him to call me the little sister was infuriating. It set to insult that insecurity I had and this he knew.
~													~
Falomi. That was his birth given name, but he was known to Ayanna as father. Although he'd reached his destination a good five days ago, he had yet to enter and carry out the task he'd sworn himself to doing, because unlike Ayanna, he worried about Caduceus getting a hold of  his daughter. To loose his wife Candace was hard; to wonder the earth, always hurting, always suffering for the one that no other could take the place of, wishing for a love that could never again be obtained made him bleed tears. 

His heart ached so horribly that he wasn't sure if killing Caduceus would take away that pain, but he was sure that an eye for an eye, was justifiable in a situation like this. He still could not rid fate's night out of his own head; how he'd awoken to the horrible screams of his wife. Oh how it had nearly pounded the heart right out of his chest to hear the shrill scream she'd given off while he attempted to intervene. It nearly killed him when he awoke to find his daughter holding her mother, crying; her blood in a pooling mass around her. 

A murder of Caduceus would definitely be in order, but what he did not care for was the demise of his daughter. He did not wish to leave her without knowing that she was alright. He did not wish to suffer her a terrible fate because if there was anything he knew about Caduceus, it was that he wasn't just a harping walking ball of conquest, but he was shrewd, decisive and calculating. To attempt an attack as this one would definitely gamble the one chance at freedom Ayanna had. 

Without him or a mate, she would indeed be fair game not just for Caduceus but for anyone who wanted her for the taking. Although Ayanna was fierce, unafraid, unwavering and even, a great fighter, she still was no match for a vampire who'd been rising since the decline of the Roman Empire. Although he hoped for death, it was not what he wanted for little Ayanna. She had so much more to rise to, to experience. So much that she'd neglected due to a fueling hatred of Caduceus. 

As he neared the gates, he wavered a final decision. Was his daughter's life worth risking over a feud that began many moons ago? Was his life worth risking over a hatred that had rotted out the very core of his existence? Anger, heartache, confusion, love, depression, all of these emotions were a fever that coursed through his veins. Not only his but his daughter's as well, even fear, he smelled at the mention of Caduceus. 

Ayanna was terrified of him, but he knew that the fight in her would never die out, not until she herself was able to gain her freedom. Was this however, the way to take it? Just as he'd decided to fall away from the gates, a tingling sensation on the back of his neck caused him to turn around and as he did, he was greeted by Caduceus. Not a minute longer he'd been rendered unconscious.

~												~
Caduceus:

After I'd used an ancient method, chloroform to disable my opponent, I took him down into the cellar where I'd prepared a special area just for him. Like clock work, Falomi was and always would be a deep thinker, a man who used his mind and strategy to deploy any activity he participated in. So, it came as no surprise when he did make it to my home, but what I imagined more or less was for him to just barge in on rage and be captured that way. To my amazement he remained civilized and seemed to be contemplating on his actions outside my gate as I watched, I realized that I was being taken along a different course of action and that It would be quite effortless seizing him.

He'd been in the cellar a good 12 hours before I finally went to observe his mindset. Flickering the red light on above the stair case, the basement was flooded with a red fluorescent, illuminating my path. Although I didn't need the light, red was the color I'd chosen. Red represented passion, instability, wild, unsteady, it often times drove home the image of fear I represented. 

Although I wasn't the most feared vampire in the land, I was indeed one of its most fierce. I guess you could say Falomi was full of surprises. I'd thought he'd be impossibly angry when I stepped foot into the cellar, but to my chagrin he was standing there propped up against one of the wine barrels I used for tracking inventory. When I reached the bottom landing, he spoke, “You're not getting my daughter.”

I laughed, “You've never been one for formalities have you, Falomi?” He turned loathe filled eyes upon me, not saying a word, just staring, his jaw clenched and face a hard mask of hate. “I'll have you to know that you're the one who was trespassing.”
“You're still not getting my daughter, Caduceus.”
“I'd expected far more vengeance than a conversation.” I stated, my tine amused but dry. 
“Sorry to disappoint.” He stated.
“It's too bad. I wonder what Candace would have thought of her valiant of a husband, ignoring retribution.” 

Falomi's mouth closed tight and he glanced around. “This is quite a basement you got here.” He stated, implying the massive area of space. I'd had the walls knocked out to increase the area and had little holding areas for many purposes. “What is it that you do again?” He inquired staring around. Knowing that it would not matter whether or not I told him, I stated, “Entrepreneur.” 

“Businessman. These days it seems as if everyone is going for business.”
“Doesn't it?” I agreed.
“So, what's the point of holding me down here, Caduceus?”
“We both know that as soon as word gets out, Ayanna will be here.”
“And...”
“A fair trade.”
“That's what you're keeping me for? A fair trade?” 
“Ayanna will do anything for dear old dad. After all, you are her father.”
Falomi did not dispute, he knew this was true. 
“I will try to make your stay as pleasurable as possible.” I stated, inhaling sharply. 

There was no need to harm someone who posed no threat. Turing around, I made my way up the stairs. What puzzled me the more was the fact that he did not fight, he did not come to get revenge, he did not come to best me and if that's the case, then what indeed was his purpose?
~                                         ~

Ayanna:

I awoke that night with a throbbing headache. I'd finally managed to dose off after one o'clock that afternoon to my chagrin. It has only been a week since my father went to Caduceus and although I sensed through our bond that he was being restricted, I flickered my gaze on the old grand father clock in the living room. 

Normally I slept in the cellar but I'd dosed off listening to the soulful sounds of Sade. She was a favorite entertainer of mine and although her sound was beautiful, it was enough to make me sleepy, even if I'd been stressed out. 

I glanced down at the empty champagne bottle I'd managed to consume and understood why my head was hurting so bad. Liquids were great for my kind, but unfortunately, I had a tendency to over due it with Zinfandel. Zinfandel was a sweet brand of wine that not only tickled the palate, but fulfilled any type of sweet taste buds a vampire such as myself may have. 




Fever Ch. 04



Unfortunately, the side effects of the red wine, made my head pound. Pushing my body up from the couch and going to the cd  player, I pushed the stop button and made my way into the kitchen. I glanced around and groaned. 

How long had it been since I even touched the dishes? I didn't know. I wasn't sure. Normally my father was the one who did them since he was the one who still fancied African food dishes. 

Don't ask me why, because I didn't understand. I'd long ago squelched any taste for human food. I didn't eat anything outside of liquids. I only needed to feed every so often. Exhaling sharply, I closed my eyes and leaned against the refrigerator. 

I put my hands up to my forehead ready to make a complaint when I heard a voice. I felt my heart pump profusely in my chest and dread fill me. I could hear the laugh. Dark, cynical, horrible. A male's voice. Shutting it out. I thought about the one thing that always made me calm. Tavis.

~												~
Tavis:

I closed my eyes, struck with a deep sense of longing. My sister was right, there was no way that girl would be interested in me. There was no way she'd even consider for a second a guy like me, a ten year old. I envisioned that curly afro, so soft and thick as cotton, beautiful high cheekbones and a delicate yet wide nose. 

I felt the smile form as I was able to see those beautiful full lips of hers, a vision of perfection in my eyes. Once again, I was able to recall her figure. I couldn't help but wonder what her name was. That dark brown skin of hers was so flawless, as if it had been dipped in the sweetest dish of chocolate. I exhaled sharply and could actually smell the scent of...grapes? 

This withdrew a laugh from me. Peaches, why was I smelling grapes? It was then I could hear a voice whisper in my name. It was faint like the softest breeze on a warm day. So faint, that you'd almost miss it if you didn't pay attention. I did the one thing I felt to do. My mind whispered back.

Tavis? The voice inquired, almost unsure of herself. I was amazed at how much I could feel with every word she spoke. It had my heart going crazy, thumping all over the place. Am I really talking to someone in my head?  I asked, not believing it.

Yes. The voice spoke back. I found myself laughing at this. She laughed as well and the sound was more beautiful to me than the brightest ray of sunshine. It actually lifted my heart to hear her laugh like that. It was such a carefree sound.
What's your name?  I whispered.
Ayanna. She replied back.
How do you know my name?  I inquired. 
We met before, but I never got the chance to tell you mine. She whispered.

Ayanna? Perfect. At-least I have a name to go with a beautiful vision. This time I imagined her as she was that night. Standing right here in front of me. 

Would you like to see me? I heard her whisper, her tone shy. I thought to myself what did she have to be shy about? She was the older girl. She answered softly, I've never been around any guy other than my dad. You are welcome to come here if you like. 

I whispered. Although most guys would have been shocked I'd surmised that since I could communicate with her, there was not a chance of her being human. I heard her speak as if she was in front of me, “You're right.” 

I felt the smile began right inside my heart and then emerge on my face as I stared at the older young woman in front of me. She was even prettier than I remembered. I felt my heart melt like butter. She furrowed her brows. “That's a weird expression.” I laughed, “What is?”
“Your heart melting like butter.”

“That's the only way to describe it.” I stated as she sat down at my desk. I continued to stare at her features. Her hair had been braided back into two french braids and she'd tacked on little barrets at the ends. There it go again. There was so much about her that suggested a young age. She smiled, “The day I was turned, was my seventeenth birthday.” 
“So you're a vampire.”
She nodded yes. I smiled. “Awesome.” I knew she could see the twinkle in my eyes. She exhaled. “Not really.”
“Yes really,” I replied, sitting up on my bed. The more I stared at her, the more I felt that fire began to burn in my belly. Seeing her just made me want to be one with a passion. “It's difficult Tavis, being a vampire.”

I didn't respond. Maybe it was for her but I knew that living with my family wasn't a struggle for us. We had everything we needed. Most importantly though, we had each other. Well, maybe not Olivia, but we had each other. I sighed, “How did you speak to me?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “When I think of you it makes me happy.” This she said without realizing it slipped out so carelessly.
“How often do you think of me?” I asked, my gaze on hers.

She stared at me and then shrank back, her gaze straying from mine. I said, “I guess that's a question you don't like asked.” 

She shrugged, standing up. “I have to go.” 
I stood up, not too short from her. She was atleast five nine. I was just reaching five four. “Are you ok?”
“Yes.” 
“Did I say something wrong?” I asked, feeling some type of anxiousness settle in.
“No, but...I have to go.” She stated, taking a step back.
“Do you think I'm too young for you?” I asked, my eyes, locking on hers. She stayed where she was. The air was so static between us, that it felt as if there was a thousand bolts going from me to her. It almost felt as if the atmosphere changed. She inhaled sharply, “No. I'm not concerned of your age.” 
I furrowed my brows confused, “No?”
“No.”
“Why not?” 

She began to fidget with her hands. Now I sensed something was wrong. How can all go so wrong in one conversation? And I still don't know how she knew my name since I'd never told her. “It doesn't because you are so much older than you appear.”
“Is there something wrong?” I asked, motioning to her hands she'd been clasping and unclasping. “No.” She answered, “I just...I have to go. Bye.” With that she was gone.
~												~
I stood there in my room confused, and completely baffled by her reaction. I thought it was weird that she would want to be around me one minute and have to leave the next minute. I'd never had that effect on a girl. I still didn't know why she was cool with my age or even why she hadn't even answered my question about how she knew my name. I sat back on my bed, pondering all of this as I waited for some sort of explanation to come up in my mind. 

What frustrated me more was the heightened of emotions when I was around her. My heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest at any second. Anxiety settled over me and I felt like I wanted to stay by her, almost like I needed to be by her. I also wanted to ask her any and everything. 

As my mind wandered on these things, I thought about what little I did know about her. Her name was Ayanna, she was a vampire, and the reason she appeared younger was because the day of her seventeenth birthday was when she'd been turned. So in reality her mindset was still sixteen years old. It was almost as if she'd completely frozen in time. 

She didn't seem like a typical kid, but she did have an innocence about a lot of things. I wondered if she had a father. Did she have a mother? If not, I wanted to know what happened to them. I wondered what it must be like for her to be alone all of these years? 

As I listened to the mellowing out of my own heart, these questions began to lead in other directions. It was as if we were both trapped. Her in a childhood, and me in kidulthood; if you could call it that.
~												~

Ayanna:

I was heart broken. My heart was totally crushed and the tears I'd been holding back finally came to the surface. Why, of all times did I choose a mate? Why did I choose him? Why didn't my father explain to me that when you found the one that you wanted, your heart hurt because you knew that someone else was determined to have you? 

As I found myself back in my home, I sank down to the floor above the window and sat there just thinking about how much I wanted so badly to be free. Be free of Caduceus and his oppressing weight, be free of my father's pain. My father was a man who knew more pain than any other vampire I'd always known. He'd loved my mother with every breath he took. 

She was his life. He loved her more than anything in this world and for her to be taken left him in a state of despondence. He would often times get caught up in brooding moods around moon festivals, certain holidays native to our culture and most importantly around my mother's dates of birth and death. 

There were times where I could hear him crying, feel the anguish and pain he suffered because although he'd put up a wall, the pain would spring forth like rivers of water. As I thought about this, I thought whether or not it would be fair to put Tavis through this. 

I thought about whether or not it would be right to get acquainted with him now, even though I wasn't sure I'd live beyond what was expected of me. I didn't want to cause him any pain. I didn't want him to be miserable. I was thinking perhaps it would be better if we didn't continue seeing one another. 

Ayanna? 
Yes, father?
Don't worry about me. I will be fine. 
I shook my head, no. He wouldn't be fine, this  I knew.
Stay with the young man you have chosen.
I shook my head no. I have to make sure that you are alright.  
You deserve some happiness Sweet Ayanna. Ayanna smiled at the pet name he'd given her when she was a baby. 
But you are my happiness. 

I could feel the warmth that had developed in his heart. One thing I never doubted, nor would I ever doubt was his love. Even admist the pain my father always loved me, he always made it known. He'd spent decades protecting me, learning as much as he could about this world, teaching me as he learned to adjust to what was happening. He was the reason that although I'd lost a lot, I hadn't lost who I was or what made me me. My father made it known that I was worth more to him than anything. 

Especially him going up there the way he had. Inhaling sharply, I made a decision to go. I would go and offer myself in his place. Although I could hear my father telling me no, begging me to live out my days, I couldn't help but wonder what type of daughter would I be to live out my happiness only to hand him over to someone we both hated.



Fever Ch. 04



He made his way to the farm and into the barn where he made himself a bed in the hay. In the morning, he would somehow get himself to town, to find a 'visible' means of supporting himself, one which wouldn't raise suspicion.

Best laid plans...Lorenz was awakened by something repeatedly jabbing him in the butt. When he tried to push it away, he discovered it was a pitchfork, being wielded by an angry, but angelic looking, young woman. "Hey, t'amp, gi'you' bu' up 'n' gi' ou' a he'e. I' Pap catch' 'ou, he' ca' th' she'ff 'n' ha' 'ou th'own I' th' ja'l. W' do't li' tespase's he', no' si'ce o'e o' 'ou 'un off w'h ou' p'ize pi'. No' gi'!" 

Hearing her garbled speech, Lorenz took a closer look, and noticed she only used one hand on the pitchfork. The other, claw like, was held against her chest; spastic, he correctly guessed. From her actions, he inferred if he didn't get up and get gone, her Pap would call the sheriff and have Lorenz thrown in the jail. Something about a missing pig. (For clarity, the young woman's speech will be presented as clear speech.)

"Young lady, I can't 'git' until you stop poking me with that thing. I am not a tramp. I am a teacher, of sorts, traveling the countryside, getting to know the people and the land so I can write a book. If you would be so kind as to take me to your father, perhaps he would let me work for him for room and board and some small amount of pocket money for my pipe."

"I doubt it."

"You doubt what?" asked Lorenz, puzzled. During his little speech, which should have charmed the naif by itself, he had been projecting feelings of trust and acceptance strong enough to have turned one's harshest critic to their biggest fan. Ordinarily, only a mentalist with strong capabilities who had identified the emanations would have been able to resist them.

"All of it. Mostly yer lyin', but I guess you ain't no tramp. Okay, I'll take you to Pap 'n' see what he says. He could use some man help with the heavy work. You look a bit scrawny, but if you work out, you'll strengthen up quick."

"What's your name, young lady?"

"Penny; Miss Morrow to you. What's yourn?"

"Lorenz."

"Lawrnce what?"

"No, Lorenz," he replied and spelled it for her. "And there isn't any what, just Lorenz."

"Don't you have a family?" she asked, looking at him curiously. Everyone had a family, didn't they?

"Yes, a very large family. But everyone knows me, and I'm the only Lorenz, so I don't need a family name.

"Now your just funnin' at me. I can tell. I know when folks is funnin', 'n' I can tell if they're lyin' to hide somthin' or if it's a lie to cheat or git a 'vantage. You're hidin' somethin', but it ain't nothin'll hurt me or Pap. C'mon, he's down with the animals."

Down by the stock pen, Pap was looking over his pigs to choose which to slaughter next month. He watched Penny as she limped across the barnyard, leading a stranger. She'd told him at breakfast she thought there was someone in the barn. He shook his head, telling himself for the umteenth time he had to learn to trust her feelings about people and the future. The few times she had been wrong, it had been a question of how much, not of if something happened.

In her garbled shorthand way of talking, she told him what the stranger had told her. He looked at her and cocked his head, asking if the man was okay. "He's not used to farm work," she said, "but he's smart and will learn; and if he's wanted by the law, it's not around here, 'n' I don't git the sense he's gonna cut our throats in the night," she went on with a smile at Lorenz. "But when he leaves, he'll probably steal a chicken."

"Long as it's not a laying hen. Okay, he can sleep in the barn until the weather turns, if he stays that long. Set him up in the inside stall."

"Inside? Won't it be cooler in the outside stall?"

"Prob'ly, but the piss drain goes out that wall. Don't think he wants to sleep with his head in a privey. Do you?" he asked, speaking to Lorenz for the first time. He stuck out his hand. "Name's Dave. Call me Dave or Pap; I answer to both."

"Thank you, Dave. For the job and the bed. My name is Lorenz. In spite of what your daughter implied, I am not wanted anywhere by the law. A few of the townfolk in the last town I lived in were suspicious about how I was able to cure some people who had been sickly for a long time simply by talking to them."

"You a doctor? Could you fix Penny? Even jus' the way she talks. She's a pretty gal, but because o' the way she is and talks, none of the fellas 'roun' here wanna have anythin' to do with her. There were a few when she was in school, and a couple for a while at church, but noone in the past three or four years. 'Tain't nacheral for her to be alone like she is."

"Has she been like this since she was born?" 

Pap nodded. "Yep, she was born with the cord around her neck. Doc was busy tryin' to save the wife and didn't see it for a few minutes, until the nurse said sumpin. Doc realized he couldn't save both, so he saved the one he was sure he could."

"I'm afraid her brain was affected in a way that can't be fixed. Has she always had second sight?"

"You mean her ability to see into people 'n' stuff like that. Naw, thet came on when she started showing her womanly traits, if you know..."

"I understand. How old is she?" Penny had walked away from the stock pen to check on some young animals. She returned in time to hear the last exchange.

"I'm right here. Why not ask me, Lorri?" she grinned.

Lorenz looked at her and mentally answered, "because you weren't here when I asked. And the name is Lorenz." Penny stood there, her head cocked, waiting for an answer. When he didn't get an immediate answer, he repeated it aloud.

She grinned, and answered, "I'm twenty-two, last June, 'n' I been able to read people since I was twelve, when I left school."  She turned to walk away. "C'mon, I'll help you with the stall so it's comf'table for you." She took a couple of steps, then added, "Lorri."

Lorenz grinned, recognizing the teasing tone. He turned to the father. "Dave..."

"You heard what I told you. She ain't no virgin; I seed to that when she was eighteen myself. If'n she don't want you to, you won't be able to. But, if I'm readin' her right, you won't be much good the rest o' the week."

By the time Lorenz caught up to Penny, she was on her knees, spreading straw over the floor of the stall. She had already piled some at the back and covered it with a thick blanket. She was facing away from the opening to the stall, presenting him with a shapely ass, which he began to admire.

"You can keep your dirty thoughts to y'self," she said, acknowledging his presence. "I kin feel you pushing your thoughts at me, wantin' to do things to me." She turned over, to sit on the floor of the stall and face him. "I heard you back there, telling me why you were askin' Pap my age. What else can you do with your mind?" Her smile grew saucy, and lit up her eyes. "Can you do this?" 

And suddenly Lorenz felt some one sucking on his rapidly growing cock. Before he really appreciated it, he was spewing cum out the end of a very sensitive member. Penny sat there, grinning like the Cheshire cat. Lorenz looked at her as she opened her mouth and showed him all his cum. Then she closed her mouth and swallowed.

He grinned and mentally said thank you. "You're welcome," came the reply. Her grin turned to fright as Lorenz mentally pushed her back and physically straddled her knees. "Relax," he told her. "I'm just going to return the favor." She continued to struggle, until she felt a strange, unknown to her, sensation, like wet velvet lapping at her private place, Pap's hole, she called it. 

Lorenz grabbed her hands with his and locked his eyes on hers and began to mentally stimulate her labia, perineum, and clit, bringing her to the edge, but not pushing her over it into a climax, until he sensed her desperation to come. He cycled her one more time, then stimulated her to orgasm, the first time, for her, it was not self induced. As she lay there recovering, he created the sensation of a cock penetrating her and filling her completely, stimulating every surface inside her hungry quim.

Penny's eyes flew open and her back arched, her mouth wide open in a silent scream. With a desperate show of strength, she flipped Lorenz onto his back and straddled him. With her one good hand she opened his pants and fished out his erection. 

"If'n your gonna fuck with me, then goddam it, fuck me!" she kept saying as she impaled herself on his rampant staff. She posted on him for several seconds before experiencing her first orgasm on a cock. Pap had used her once or twice month since her eighteenth birthday, coming to her bed on his way to his own. He would crawl over her, enter her, come, and leave to sleep alone. 

For him, it was a physical need she could satisfy. He could not understand why using her in this way was wrong; there were several times in the Bible when fathers used their daughters, and The Book said to spill your seed on the ground was a sin. Unfortunately for Penny, it didn't say anything about being responsible for the woman's pleasure.

Lorenz, on the other hand, was familiar with said obligation, and began to meet it, several times. By the time he had deposited his second load of manseed in her hungry quim, she was reduced to laughing, crying and babbling about his wonderful cock. After emptying his sack the second time, he lay down beside her and wrapped his arms around her.

When her breathing had more or less normalized, she looked at him and smiled. "I think you should plan on moving into the house with Pap and me. You c'n share my bed. You'll have to give Pap a turn or two each month, but he don' take long, jus' a couple minutes."

"That's okay, it'll only be for a few months."

"What do you mean?"

"In a few months, he'll have to stop anyway. You'll be too big to accommodate him, with the baby and all."

"What baby?" she demanded.

"The one we just made, a little girl."

"How can you know that?"

"The same way you know things. I just do."

"Pap's gonna be awful mad." She thought a minute, then laughed. Lorenz gave her a quizzical look. "I just thought somethin' funny–Pap's gonna be pissed."  Lorenz shook his head and tsk'd at her. She stuck her tongue out at him, then laughed and hugged him with her good arm. "I'll name her Esther, a good Biblical name." 

Lorenz moved into the farmhouse that afternoon, surprising Pap when he found his new farmhand and daughter, nude, busy copulating on the couch when he came in at suppertime. He started to back out of the room, when he was seen by Lorenz. "Wait, Dave, and you can have your turn in just a minute."

Pap, shocked, stopped and continued to observe as the young couple orgasmed. He watched as Lorenz withdrew, then kissed Penny on the spot he had just vacated, cleaning the area for her father. When he was satisfied Penny was ready, Lorenz moved up and kissed her mouth, to share the cream he had extracted from her vagina. Pap was surprised at the sounds of satisfaction which came from her. 

He began to take off his coveralls. "Not yet, Pappy," said Penny. "First, you need to sit down in the armchair and put your feet up." Puzzled, the older man did as he was told. "No, uncross your ankles and move your feet out to the edge of the hassock." As the farmer complied, he felt something begin to tickle the inside of his legs as it inched up his thighs. He tried to scratch, but was unable to move his hands. "Just relax. Pap. Everything is okay," his daughter assured him. "Does this remind you of anything, Pap?"

While her father sat back and enjoyed the sensations, he tried to remember what they reminded him of. Back before Penny was born, was even thought of, he and his wife had had a passionate relationship, loving, feeling, tasting each other. Sometimes, she would caress his chest and stomach with the tip of her tongue. That's what this felt like, someone running their tongue in circles on the inside of his legs. The memory intensified the sensation, and Pap moaned, his erection reaching its full length.

He felt the tongue lapping at his balls; a mouth closing on them, sucking them into the warm cavity. Instinctually, his hips thrust up, out of the chair. The warm feeling evaporated, to be replaced by the sensation of a tongue traveling up the bottom of his cock, tracing tiny circles, teasing around the ridge of his crown, engulfing the head and swallowing all of him. 

With a roar, his hips fucking the air, the farmer had one of, if not the most intense orgasm of his life. He was surprised when there was no dampness inside his long johns. He looked at his daughter, who was smiling at him. She opened her mouth to show him his cream, then swallowed it, grinning at him.

"Now, Pap," she smiled, "now you can fuck me." Looking at his daughter, lying there nude, watching him, Pap stood up and stripped, revealing a barrel-like torso, supported by muscular legs, sporting a thick six-incher. He moved to the couch and got on his knees between his daughter's thighs.

"Are you certain, Penny? You don't have to let me do this."

"Pap, if I didn't want you here, in me, you would still be out plowing the fields. Now, shut the fuck up and treat me like a man treats a woman. Fuck me, Pap; fuck me good. Sucking you off like that will let you fuck me longer. See if you can make me come with you."

A few minutes later, she recognized the signals he was close to coming. "Slow down, Pappy, not yet. Keep fucking me, just go slower; that's it, like that. Oh, Pap, that feels so good. Uh oh, Paps, it's starting. Faster, Pap, harder, that's right, fuck your little girl Pappy, fill her hole with your cream, c'mon Pappy, fill my pappyhole, oh oh oh oh yessss!" 

Her arms and legs flew around him as his cream bathed the inside of her pappy hole. Her lips found his, and her tongue invaded his mouth, assaulting his tongue. It was the first passionate kiss he had since his wife died. His cock stopped shrinking and started to grow. 

"Yes, Pap. Do it again. We won't be able to in a while. I'll be too big." 

"What do you mean?" he asked, pushing up on his hands.

"Lorenz says he and I made a baby this afternoon, a little girl."

Pap pushed his hips back as far as Penny would let him. "Where are you going?" she asked.

"I can't copulate with a woman carrying another man's child. It's wrong."

"Pap, you been fucking your daughter like she was a whore for four years; climb on, stick it in, come and leave, never thinking about whether I wanted it, or enjoyed it. That was wrong, too, but it didn't stop you. 

"You told me fornication isn't a sin, that the sin is adultery, screwing with someone other than who you're married to. Well, I ain't married an' neither are you, nor is Lorenz. So where is the wrong as long as we all agree?" She tightened her thighs, pulling him back into her. "C'mon, Pap; I'm waiting."

Lorenz stayed with Penny and her Pap for five years. He attended church with them, shopped with them, and entertained neighbors with exchanged dinner visits. He came to be accepted as her man. He didn't really leave. A carnival had passed through town, with a mentalist show performed by a man Lorenz knew. 

The man offered him a partnership in the act, and in a few years, the whole thing if he would join the carnival. He agreed to give it a try. He would be home on the farm with his family for nearly six months in the wintertime, and would be able to get one long weekend a month to visit them.

The plan worked for three years. The summer of 1938 the carnival was traveling the fair circuit on the western shore of the Mississippi. One night, early in July, Penny heard the news of a prison break upstate, and felt a wave of fear pass through her.

The next morning, as she and Esther cleaned up from breakfast, she sensed that something had happened to Pap. She sent a telepathic message to Lorenz, who at that instant was involved in a dispute with the carnival owner about where on the sideshow line-up he would be located. It wasn't until she screamed that he became aware of her plight.

When Lorenz did not immediately answer her call, Penny told Esther to go to the pantry in the cellar and to hide, to stay there until her daddy came for her. Then she waited for the man she knew would be coming soon. Her job was to get him as far from the house as she could, and to keep him occupied until Lorenz got there.

It seemed like forever before she heard the steps on the back porch, then the screen door slammed shut behind the escapee. She jumped and turned around to see a tall, rangy, dark haired man still in prison clothes. 

Billy Davis had spent twelve of his twenty-seven years in jail, five of them in his current sentence of twenty to life for participating in a grocery store robbery which resulted in the death of the owner and his ten year old daughter. He had been in the car, and drove the shooter away, which made him guilty as well, in the eyes of the law, not his. He felt he was wrongfully accused and convicted. 

His five years inside, away from women, forced to submit to the demands of the convict bosses, had made him mean and horny. And in front of him, he realized, was a woman who would not be able to put up much of a fight. He showed her the gun he had taken from the prison guard. "Don't make me use this," he said, with menace in his voice. Penny shook her head.

"You gonna be good; do as I say?" he asked, his voice low, nearly a growl. Penny nodded, screaming for Lorenz in her head. Holding the gun in his left hand, Billy approached her. He stopped about half a foot in front of her, not yet touching her. "The old man, was he your man?"

Penny noted the word was, closed her eyes and said a prayer for Pap. Then she nodded. "Too bad. Since he ain't able to protect you, you just do as I say, and, maybe, when I leave, you'll still be breathin''"

Penny let her eyes go wide with fear. Where the fuck was Lorenz? When Billy put his hand up to touch her breast, she shrank back from him, but didn't otherwise protest. He just laughed and fondled her left breast through her shirt. 

When her nipple responded, he unbuttoned the two buttons holding her shirt closed over her tits. He pushed the pistol into the waistband of his pants and reached up to pull her shirt off her shoulders. Her knee came up into his crotch with all the force her good leg could muster.

It was enough to double him over, giving her the opportunity to get out of the house and on her way to the barn. She was half way there when she heard the screen door slam. She just made it inside the barn when she heard the pistol fire, and the bullet enter the barn wood just over her head. She ran to the stall where she and Lorenz had first made love and screamed for him again. 

Billy appeared in the entrance to the stall. "Okay, cunt! After I fuck you until I'm too fucking sore to get it up, I'm gonna shove this pistol in your cunt and empty it." He walked to where she was cowering on the floor. 

"Look at me!" he ordered her. When she tilted her head back to look up at him, he struck her, backhanded, breaking her nose. The follow up slap, on the other side of her face, knocked her onto her back, her head in the corner of the stall. With the pistol still in his left hand, Billy fell on her.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," said Lorenz, quietly. Penny breathed a sigh of relief. Billy rose to his knees and spun around, dragging the gun across Penny's chest. The front sight caught in her open shirt. When Billy jerked it to aim at Lorenz, the firearm discharged, killing her instantly.

Lorenz was immediately conscious of a huge sense of loss, and was momentarily disoriented. Billy pulled the gun free of its impediment and aimed it at the man in the doorway. Three times he pulled the trigger. Three times nothing happened. Suddenly, to Billy's surprise and dismay, his hand was empty. 




Fever Ch. 04



There was a pain in his head. Excruciating, wiping out any consciousness of his surroundings, erasing every sensation and awareness except for the blinding pain. When the pain had abated sufficiently to allow Billy to open his eyes, he saw he was naked, draped over bales of hay and straw so his exposed ass was about three and a half feet above the ground. He was tied with ropes, fastened to his wrists and ankles, which ran under the bales, so he couldn't move.

He saw the man he had tried to kill coming from the barn with a coffee can and a paint brush. Lorenz stuck the can under Billy's nose. It smelled like ammoniated fish oil. "Reeks, doesn't it?" Lorenz asked, rhetorically. "Makes male stock animals hornier than any con you ever dealt with in prison. 

"When I bring the plow horse out and get him downwind of you, his cock will reach eighteen inches in a second, and he will want to put it right in the middle of the source of the smell," he continued, painting Billy's asshole. "And the bull...hear him over there? After the horse, you'll consider him a treat."

Billy tried to scream, only to learn his prison shirt had been made into a ball gag. Lorenz disappeared back into the barn, to reappear with the horse in a minute.

Billy was still alive, albeit barely, when the horse and bull finally finished with him an hour later. His left shoulder and a few ribs were broken where the horse had given him a love tap, and his back was bruised and torn where the two animals had danced and bitten on him. 

Lorenz levitated him so his chest rested on the top rail of the stock yard fence, his arms out to the side, to be tied so Billy was unable to move or twist out of the way. His feet were tied in place on top the straw bales. When he realized the position he was in, Billy released a sigh of relief. In this position, about the only animal in the world that could fuck his ass would be a giraffe, and there weren't any of them around.

When he saw Lorenz lead the two calves into the barnyard, he didn't think anything of it. Have you ever watched a calf feed? They latch on to a teat–one of those long skinny things, sort of look like a flaccid cock, hanging from the cow's udder–and try to suck the cow dry. If, for whatever reason, the milk doesn't flow, the calf bumps the udder with its head, and keeps bumping harder until the milk starts. Billy passed out from the pain on the fourth bump to his nutsack.

When he came to and looked around, there was his nemesis digging in the shit pile by the barn. Billy felt himself rising in the air from the ground and being turned so he was face down. Anticipating being shoved face first in the space Lorenz had prepared, he began to struggle to turn over, to stand, to get away somehow. Lorenz looked at him and smiled, not a friendly smile, and let him drop, landing on his swollen cock and balls. 

Billy struggled to his feet and hobbled toward the gate on the other side of the yard. Just as he reached it, he tripped on something. He felt himself being flipped over on his back, and dragged on the ground by his heel, abrading his back. 

About half way across, he was flipped over again, and dragged the rest of the way, his cock caught under his belly, his swollen balls bouncing on the hard packed surface. By the time he reached the shit pile, he looked as if some one had sand papered his back, ass, chest, stomach, cock and balls. His whole body was on fire with the pain.

Lorenz bent over him, speaking softly, almost kindly. "Those scrapes must burn like hell." Billy nodded, his eyes full of tears, the ball gag still in place. "Well, what you need to stop the burning is a poultice to draw the pain out." 

That made sense to Billy. His gram had used poultices on burns, sores, and infections. He nodded vigorously. "Well, we got the best poultice material right here," grinned Lorenz, and picked Billy up and tossed him into the shit pile. Billy sank into the pile, and before he realized what was happening, was covered completely, except for his head.

Something on the surface of the pile was moving. Little red bugs. Oh shit! Suddenly Billy realized what they were. Under the mix of shit and straw covering his body he felt the red manure ants moving, itching, biting him, attacking the flesh under the scrapes and tears in his skin. When he felt them invade his facial cavities, he passed out in shock. He didn't wake up. 

Lorenz went to find his daughter. He had her pack up some toys while he packed up her clothes. Pap had family in town, a married brother without children. He took her to them, and with his mental powers, convinced them to take her in, promising to be back as often as he could to see her. He planted the suggestion in Esther, her aunt and uncle that she had been with them since the Fourth of July celebration.

Billy, when his skeleton was found by a deputy sheriff two weeks later, was identified by the convict number printed on his shirt, still balled up in his mouth. When the sheriff found the bodies of Pap and Penny, they didn't investigate too hard, accepting Lorenz's story, backed up by several other members of the carnival, that he had been with them in Iowa, three hundred miles away, that day.

Lorenz stayed with the carnival, eventually buying it and turning it into the traveling mentalist show he was to abandon so dramatically. He kept his promise to Esther, stopping back to see her at least three times a year, if not more. Eventually, she began to see Pap's brother as her father, and Lorenz became the romantic uncle figure so many girls dream of.

He was there for all her important dates, or soon thereafter. Most importantly, he was there when she discovered they had something in common–she had inherited her mother's powers, plus the ability to influence others. On her eighteenth birthday, he invited her to travel the summer with him, so he could train her. With her 'parents' blessing she accepted. 

The next day he delayed their departure until it made it necessary for them to stop on the road overnight at one of the increasingly popular cabin parks. Already high on the adventure of traveling with her romantic uncle, she was easily persuaded to share a cabin. A cabin with a double bed. 

Although she was a virgin, Esther was not naive. She knew what could happen; she knew what she wanted to happen. She had dreamed of her uncle many times, and of being seduced by him. 

When they got in the cabin and she saw the lone double bed, she turned to Lorenz with a slight smile. "Uncle Lorenz, I hope I can count on you to be a gentleman."

He put his arms around her waist, and bending down to capture her lips, he replied, "Of course, dear child. You can always count on me to be a gentle man." Understanding the pun, Esther grinned and slipped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

"Prove it," she challenged him. In a blink, to her squeal of joy, their clothes were gone, hung in the tiny closet. "Ooh, you have to teach me that trick. Can you put them back on the same way?"

"When it's time." He probed her mind to assess her experience and knowledge about what they were about to do. She had observed the animals on her cousin's farm (once her grandad's, she had been told), and had heard other girls talking about using their mouth on their boyfriends, but, other than letting her date cop a brief feel of her breasts, she had no direct experience. He led her to the bed and called a towel from the bathroom.

For the next thirty to forty minutes he manually explored her body and its reactions with her, bringing her to the brink of orgasm several times, but never pushing her over the edge. "Oh, god, Lorenz," she pleaded," make me climax, please; I can't stand it." He positioned himself between her knees and lifted them to his shoulders. He pushed them back to press on her medium sized pear shaped breasts, then leaned down and sucked her clit into his mouth. 

Fortunately, he had the foresight to squelch her scream. Her climax was explosive, and revealed the phenomenon of female ejaculation to Lorenz. He kept his mouth covering her clit and urethra, lightly tonguing the area between them while she spasmed. After what seemed like hours to her, she began to relax and he helped lower her to the bed. 

When her breath began to normalize, he rolled her on top of himself and positioned his cock for penetration. "Estee?" he asked, using a name from before her mother's death. He felt her nod against his cheek. Mentally controlling her perception of the pain, he thrust his hips up, pushing his crown through the delicate tissue barring his entry. He felt her wince as he tore it. He waited for her to recover and adjust to his presence. 

She started making small motions with her hips, which he mirrored. Soon the motions became small thrusts, morphing into larger thrusts and then full on fucking, until both, nearly simultaneously, experienced the pleasure that only a loving god could have designed. Esther relaxed on his chest, her face in the corner of his neck and shoulder, kissing and nibbling on his skin.

"Thank you, Daddy. You are, aren't you? My Daddy. Mommy said you'd come find me and you did. But you went away and you've been gone so long. And now you're back. I love you, Daddy." With that she nestled down and fell asleep.

In the post war boom, the traveling mentalist show Lorenz had created out of the carnival thrived. Esther was kept busy, when she wasn't learning to use and control her mental powers, learning about the travelers. 

While she found many practical applications for her powers, for the most part, she used them for fun, and to enhance her almost daily sex with Lorenz. Such unbridled enjoyment had its predictable, unhappy result. 

About eight weeks after they caught up with the travelers, as they climbed into bed one night, she softly said, "Dad, I'm late."

Knowing instantly what she meant, he asked, "How late?" as he settled down in the bed and drew her to him, to nestle into his shoulder.

"Eight weeks or so." She looked at him. On his face, there was no trace of worry or concern, only pride. "You're not worried?" It was a statement, more than a question.

"Nothing to worry about. The travelers don't care, and Hank and Dora will be upset a little, but they love you and will support you when you tell them you want to have and keep the baby. We'll just tell them the father is a member of the company who can't marry you. They'll think you were seduced by a married man; something that happens all the time these days. They'll be angry at me for not protecting you, but that'll pass."

"Can I stay with you until the baby's born? I know I can't stay afterwards. This isn't the place to raise a baby. I can go back to Uncle Hank and Aunt Dora, or even go out and keep house for Cousin Dale on the farm."

And so, she stayed. The baby, Nell, was nearly six months old when Lorenz left them with Dale, to be his housekeeper. Lorenz promised to visit as often as he could. And he did, to share Estee with Dale. Sadly, or maybe, not so sadly, there were no more children.

As he had been with Estee, he was there when Nell discovered her mental power. A more serious child than her mother had been, Nell immediately found ways to ease the burden of farm work on her and her father. 

When Lorenz invited her to travel with him the summer after her eighteenth birthday, Estee insisted she go, telling her and Lorenz that she wanted him to do for Nell what he had done for her.

"Everything I did for you?" verified Lorenz, pulling her nudity on top of his, and positioning her for his staff to enter her.

"Everything," she emphasized, pushing herself down on him. "We need another little girl around here."

"Are you going to warn her of our intentions?"

"No, she is so focused on work and chores, she'd miss the fun and joy it is to make a baby. And don't even mention the pill to her. Otherwise, she'll want to start taking it. Have you determined all her powers yet?"

"I'm not sure. Like your levitation and telekinesis, some don't show up until later. And, if she doesn't see an immediate use for a skill, she simply ignores it; not like some jokers I know." he teased. "Are you just going to lay there all night, or are we going to get this done so we can get some sleep?"

"I don't know what your problem is, but I can sleep like this," she grinned and closed her eyes, letting out a gentle snoring sound.

"Okay," he said, wrapping his arms around her, and rolling onto his side.

"Wha..." she laughed, interrupted by his kiss as he pulled her leg over his hip and began that night's version of their act of love.

Nell and Lorenz left the farm the Sunday after she graduated from high school. They were to meet the travelers in a small town in Eastern Colorado. It was at least a two day drive. The first day, they got through Illinois, around St Louis and mostly across Missouri. Nell had been quiet, contemplative, listening to the radio most of the day, returning one word answers when asked a question. 

She seemed nervous when they pulled into a Motel 6 and unloaded the luggage they needed for the overnight. Over dinner, she seemed tense, but remained uncommunicative. Lorenz had scanned her several times during the ride, and recognized the nerves for what they were, but decided to let her make her own decision.

Back in the room, she sat on the double bed. "Uncle Lorenz, can I ask you a question?"

"Anything you want, child. If I can answer it, I will."

"Momma told me to let you do everything you had done for her for me. What did she mean?"

"You mean besides the training?"

"You did more than just train her?" He nodded.

"What has your mother told you about her time with the travelers?"

"Just that you made her practice her skills every day, and that she met my father and had an affair with him; that when she got pregnant you let her stay until I was born. Was there more?" 

"When your mother graduated from high school, she was innocent, but not naive. Our first night on the road she told me she was ready to..."

"You were her first lover? But you're her uncle..."

"Does that matter to you?"

"I...I...I don't know. I suppose it should. Everyone always sniggers when they hear about family members, brother and sisters, mothers and sons, cousins, well, not so much, but close family members having sex. I guess uncles and aunts wouldn't be any worse than cousins. Is that what she wanted you to do with me, be my first lover?" He nodded. She stood up and started to take off her clothes.

"Nell, just a moment. Is that what you want?"

She stopped and looked at him, puzzled. "Don't you? Don't you want to fuck me?" He could see tears starting to puddle in her eyes; hear them in her voice.

He took the few steps that separated them and pulled her into his arms. "If it is what you want, I would be delighted to make love to you; I don't fuck. That has the implication that I am only interested in my own pleasure. If it isn't good for both partners, it really isn't any better or different than masturbating.

"If you want me to make love to you, then I'm happy and honored to do so. But, if it's not really something you want to do right now, then I suggest we go to bed and talk about it. There's no hurry to get it done."

"Oh, god, Uncle Lorenz! I've been afraid all day you didn't want me; you were so quiet and I was so nervous about doing it with you...I've been wet since we pulled out of the farm driveway. Let's do it and get the first time done, then we can talk...okay?"

Lorenz smiled and removed their clothes with a thought. Nell squealed with delight and jumped into his arms, pushing her quim into his erecting staff, proving her statement about how wet she was. Lorenz laid her down in the middle of the bed and positioned himself between her knees. Pushing her legs apart, he lowered his face to her junction and lightly kissed her labia.

She flinched, surprised at the contact. "Oh, Uncle, what..."

"Just call me Lorenz, child. I'm going to take a minute for one of my favorite activities." His tongue reached out again and slid over her slit, from crinkle to clit. She shivered in delight, cooing in pleasure. He continued until she was shaking in orgasm.

"Omigod, omigod, omigod," she chanted as she recovered. "What was that? What did you do to me?"

"Haven't you made yourself come before?"

"Yes, but it didn't feel like that. Nowhere near. Promise me you'll do that some more." He grinned and nodded. He bent down to kiss her, slipping his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste her juices on his tongue and lips. "Do you want me to suck you now, before we do it?" she asked, uncertain.

"Only if you want to."

"No, I'm afraid I might bite you. I think I'm too nervous about doing it; I know this is going to hurt a little..."

"Relax, and close you eyes." She did, then heard him in her head. "Take some deep breaths and let me in your mind. I can tell where you don't want me to look, so I won't. I'm looking for your pain perception center; it should be right here." 

She felt his cock at her entrance, sliding in, bumping into something–her cherry. When she felt him begin to withdraw, she gave a small whimper until she felt him stop and return, pushing through the fragile barrier and continuing until she felt his pubes pressing on hers.

There had been a brief stinging sensation when he had torn through her cherry, and she felt stuffed like she couldn't believe. It was uncomfortable, like she was being stretched to her limits, but as he waited, she felt her sheath relax and accommodate his length and girth. 

The fullness began to feel good, then better than good. She flexed her hips up toward him, encouraging him to move, to complete the deflowering. She wondered if he could make her feel like he had with his mouth. "Lorenz," she whispered. "I'm ready, make me your lover." 

A few minutes later, anyone outside their room would have been amused to hear her shouts, "Oh fuck oh shit oh fuck oh goddam fuck shit dammit yessss oh god I'mmmmmm ohmigod yes yes yesyesyesyesyessssss"

Inside the room they wold have seen the double backed beast, tightly wound around itself as the male half emptied its seed into the welcoming love chute of its female half as she milked his staff of its precious product. 

"Oh shit, Lorenz! That was so damned good. We'll do this every night, won't we?"

Lorenz laughed. "We'll try. I'm not as young as you and might need an occasional night to rest."

"Pooh, you are just fine. I heard you and Ma, two and three times a night when you first got to the farm. You're older than Dale, and he couldn't do it that much. So, don't try to weasel out of loving me. I'm not gonna go looking for..." She paused, thinking. "Neither would Ma. You're my..." 

She broke out in laughter. "Hey, Daddy, wanna fuck your daughter again?" she asked him, in a soft, sexy voice. "Please. Pretty please with cum on it?" She pulled him down for a kiss. Pulling back suddenly, she looked at him, searching. 

"I heard Ma and Aunt Dora talking once, about my Gramma and Grampa. You! Oh, shit! This is so weird." She smiled at him. "So, Grampa, are you gonna do everything to me you did to my ma, and give me your great grand daughter?"

"Is that what you want?"

She lay there, looking up at him, her arms around his neck, her legs around his hips. A sexy smile slowly engulfed her face. Reaching up to kiss him, she whispered, so softly he could just hear her, "You bet your fucking grampa ass!"



Fever Ch. 05



Lorenz's story continues; Nell gets pregnant, Lorenz finds Meg; Nell is raped, conceives villain. Lorenz exacts revenge. Good stuff. Enjoy. Jb7


Growing up, Nell had always impressed Lorenz as a quiet, focused child, not much given to play and frivolity. It had seemed at times as if she deliberately eschewed pleasure, much like the early Puritans. Out of respect for her rights, and not wishing to influence her mental and psychological development, he had refrained from scanning her, to confirm or refute his impressions.

Their first night together completely changed his mind. As a sex partner, she was insatiable, curious, impulsive, caring, irresistible, concerned, and imaginative. Came the dawn, he was coming in her hungry quim for the fourth time. Both had lost count of the number of orgasms she had experienced. One thing he had noticed, as she neared her peak, it often felt as if she were in his head, urging him on to his climax and slowing down her own so they could come together.

As enthusiastic and willing as Estee had been, Lorenz had not enjoyed making love as much as he had that night with Nell since Penny had been killed. He asked her to stay with him beyond the summer as they had planned. Her answer was to tighten her legs around his hips and draw him in to her, deeper, tighter.

A few years before this, Lorenz had started searching for mentalists using the travelers. He would send an advance team into a town, to look for questions, problems, unsolved mysteries of varying degrees. Then during his performance, he would reveal the answers to the questions. Eventually this brought him to the attention of police and government agencies, who wondered how he did what he did, and where he got his information.

At the beginning of Nell's third season with the travelers, she and Lorenz were with the advance team, passing out posters and announcements of the upcoming weekend show in the Iowa town of Barnstable. As Lorenz walked out of a grocery store on Main Street, he noticed a pair of men looking at a poster he had just placed in a diner across the street. Besides looking familiar, there was an uneasy aura coming from them. 

When he tried to scan them, all he got was what he called surface noise, similar to static on a radio, or snow on a tv. Over the years he had learned that meant either they had been trained to resist scanning (usually meaning they had been military intelligence field operatives) or, more likely, they were using some sort of shielding apparatus (the scientific basis for the aluminum foil helmet).

He sent a mental question to the members of the team, "Where are you all?"

A flurry of responses came back, indicating they were all within two blocks of the grocery store, up and down Main Street. "The two guys in plaid shirts, in front of the diner. Anybody recognize them? Are they familiar to anyone?"

Nell was the first to answer. "I saw them at the Riverton show two weeks ago, and I think they were at Blackbourn Sunday."

"Yeah, they were at Blackbourn," interjected a team member named Luke. "At the afternoon show. I also saw them talking to someone after the evening show, outside the hall, on the street. He had the look of a cop, but I couldn't read him."

"Okay," answered Lorenz. "Luke, keep an eye out for them at the show here. I want to know who they talk to, especially if it's the same guy. Understand?"

"Got it , Boss." came the reply, a smile evident in the tone of the reply.

"Get serious, Luke! I don't want some ESP cop breathing down our necks." Lorenz was watching the two plaid shirted men. One pulled a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and unfolded it. A mental question to a team member near them sent the member past them, to peer over their shoulder, giving Lorenz a quick look at the paper they were perusing-a small poster, featuring a photo of him, taken when he had joined the circus, over thirty years ago. 

With a small sigh of relief, he crossed the street and made his way to the diner. He tried another scan of the pair, with the same result. Both men were wearing billed caps with the Deere logo. Passing them, he purposely bumped into one of the men and telekinetically removed his cap. He was immediately able to read the stranger's mind-a Fed, investigating reports of paranormal activity for the FBI. His companion was working on the same project for the CIA.

"Oops! Sorry. Tripped on the sidewalk; you okay?" The stranger nodded, picking up his cap and putting it back on. "You guys planning on going to the ESP show this weekend? If you like, I can get you a couple of passes. Put you right in the front row; you'll be able to see everything. May even get to be on stage; be part of the show," he said grinning. Until being part of the show was mentioned, the two agents were about to accept the free passes.

"Ahhh, thanks, but no thanks. Say, aren't you the guy on the poster?"

"Nah; that's my Dad. That photo was taken over 20 years ago, when he was part of a circus which traveled around the Midwest. A carnival, really, but they had a couple of big cats and an old elephant. We just kept the picture 'cuz folks seem to remember him. He must be 85 or so now."

"Well, you certainly look like him."

"Thank you. I consider that a compliment. Must be all the rest and good food I get on the road," he replied with a smile. "If you guys change your mind about the passes, ask for me at the box office. Larry Morrow."

He sent out the message to the team that they were to be seen talking to as many different people as possible over the next few days, right up to show time Saturday, providing a possible explanation for their success in answering the unanswered. 

That night, as he and Nell crawled into their bed at the motel, Lorenz made a decision. "Honey, those pills you take to keep from getting pregnant, it's time to stop taking them."

Nell looked at him, not believing what she had heard. "What do you mean?"

He pulled her close, one arm under her neck, the other hand exploring her butt, caressing it lightly. "I mean it's about time for you to join the ranks of unwed mothers. If I could, I'd marry you tomorrow, but too many people know about our relationship. It's going to cause enough problems when you show up pregnant at the end of the season. You should start flirting with some of the townies as we travel around, make it look like you were careless with one of them."

"What if I don't want to get pregnant yet? What if I want to continue to travel with you?"

"With the cops sniffing around, I don't think it's a good idea for you to be with the show. If they continue to show up at the performances, or trail us, I may have to shut us down temporarily. I've got to make it look like we're like every other mentalist show out there, somehow. You'll be better off at the farm with your Mom and her cousin." He rolled on to his back, pulling her on top of him, her favorite position.

She looked down at him, grinning, and pulled his hands to her smallish breasts. At 21, she looked like she was barely fifteen. Not a large woman to begin with, at five feet one, and just under a hundred pounds, she got a lot of exercise helping set up the show and distributing the posters and counter cards announcing their performances. On her, the barely B bosom seemed buxom. Lorenz played with her nipples, stimulating them to erection while Nell moved her hips, sliding her open wet gash up and down his rapidly erecting phallus. Pulling on her breasts, he brought her to him for a tongue wrestle, both apparently winning from the sounds they made. Nell pulled forward just enough to capture the head of his shaft in her tunnel opening. Sliding back, she took all of him into her, and held him there, lying on his chest. 

"You really think I should go to Mom's?"

He sighed, and, hesitantly, replied, "My dear child, if I could see any other way to keep you safe, I would take it... Having you with me these past three years... has been delightful... You are very much like your grandmother, Penny... Before you, she was the only woman I loved... I will miss you dearly... but it is the right thing to do."

"Then fuck me, Grampa! Fuck the shit out of me! Give me a ton of babies to take care of so I don't miss you so much."There was the sound of tears beginning in her voice. "Fuck me every day, Grampa, until you leave me at the farm. Fill me with your fuck seed until it runs out of my ears, then fill me up again."

Her mouth fastened on his and she sucked his tongue in until it was as if she had deep throated it. His cock lengthened in her, causing her to moan with delight. She began to move back and forth while alternately squeezing and releasing it with her vagina. Four times that night, before she let him sleep, she milked him of his seed. 

By the end of their season, at the end of September, the fear of the Feds was past. Nell's baby bump was evident. She blamed it on too many beers with some locals after the show in Barnstable. 

There was some head shaking, and a few knowing leers, but her story was accepted by the travelers. Most of the troupe were low level telepaths, meaning they could communicate with other telepaths who were within visual range. They didn't have to be seen, but they had to be on this side of the horizon. If a hill intervened, unless both were attempting to link communication at the same time, it wouldn't work.

After the last show, at the end of September, the travelers met for the last time that year over breakfast, on the last Monday of the month. Lorenz passed out the weekly paychecks and arranged for one of them to store the few physical parts of the show they carried with them. They were asked to recruit sensitives, people like themselves who were able, or seemed able, to receive mental messages. 

Lorenz then informed them of the date to regroup in the coming Spring, giving them the date and place. Some of the current group remembered Estee and sent her greetings. They all wished Nell love and luck with the baby. Then they all said, "'til next time," and drove off, leaving the father/grand father and daughter/grand daughter/mate alone in the motel parking lot.

"Hey, Grampa," said Nell, smiling and pulling on his arm. "It's only ten o'clock, and we don't have to be out until noon. Wanna give me a ride while we still can?"

"Damn, child, don't you ever get tired?"

"Not of you, Grampa, not of you."

Outside the farmhouse, the early fall thunderstorm darkened the afternoon sky. Inside, Nell raised her head from her mother's snatch and said, "Wow, Mom, you taste just like me; I mean like what I taste on Grampa's mouth when we kiss after he eats me."

Estee lifted her head from her father's cock. "Really? Let me taste," she said, pulling her daughter to her for a kiss. "Okay, Daddy, get your mouth out of Nellie's pussy so I can taste her on you." She kissed Lorenz. "Damn! We're pretty close. What do you think, Dad. Could you tell us apart in the dark based on how we taste?"

Lorenz dipped his head between his daughter's thighs and licked her wet slit. Then he went back to his granddaughter and did the same. "Not and bet my life on it. I could understand if we had been here a few days, so you were both on the same diet. But having just arrived, it's weird."

Lorenz and Nell had arrived at lunch time. Dale was gone, to Arkansas, buying some new stock, pigs, beef cattle for breeding, a mixed sex pair of bison, and some sheep. He had acquired an abutting farm and was planning on letting the acreage turn to grazing land, and crossing the cattle and bison.

As soon as the car had stopped, Estee was out the door, naked as the day she was born to greet the pair of travelers. Their baggage was still in the car. 

Estee had pushed her back up against the headboard and was holding Nell's head in her lap while Lorenz's prick explored the younger woman's love tunnel. Estee reached down and fondled her daughter's boobs, just beginning to get heavy with milk. "Jeez, baby. Look at these things. You're gonna get as big as Aunt Dora."

"God, Momma, I hope not. I won't be able to walk or crawl because they'll be draggin' on the ground. As it is, they 're starting to give me a back ache."

"Tomorrow, we'll go into town and see if we can't find you a decent bra. You need one that'll give you support without killing your shoulders, but I think it may be too early for a maternity bra yet. We don't know how big you're gonna get. 

"I know of a lady in town, with her first baby, went from a AA cup to a DD. I heard, after their fifth baby in five years, she told her husband to get a vasectomy. I guess he really liked her with big boobs."

Nell looked back at Lorenz. "Don't you go getting any such ideas, Grampa."

"Not me, child. I prefer smaller breasts, ones I can almost swallow," he grinned. He looked at his daughter. "Are you about ready, dear daughter, to receive this load of cream for Nell to eat from your honeypot?" 

Estee moved Nell's head and slid down the bed until she was on her back. "Get ready, Nellie; when you get your first mouthful, I want you to share it with me." Lorenz pulled out of Nell and moved between Estee's thighs, entering her in a single stroke. 

He needed a couple of minutes of stroking in his daughter to feel the tingle rise up his legs and explode in his sac. At the same time, Estee straightened out and went as rigid as his cock in orgasmic rigor. The two of them were frozen there, orgasmic spasms rippling through them, for nearly a minute. 

Estee collapsed first, beating Lorenz by only a couple of seconds. He fell on her and immediately rolled to the side. Before he was out of his older daughter, Nell was lapping at Estee's cunt, sucking up the male cream which was beginning to flow from her sister/mother's quim, stowing it in her cheeks. 

When Nell's mouth could hold no more, she moved up and captured the older woman's mouth, snoballing the creme back and forth between them until they both had to swallow whatever they held.

"Lovely, Nellie. Thank you. I can't believe this is your first threesome, or your first time with another woman..."

With her eyes full of love for the old man, Nell looked at her father/ grandfather and said, "Well, you know Grump, I mean Grampa."

"Why you little snip," he roared, lunging at her, pinning her to the bed. His hands found her ticklish spots and began to exploit them, sending her into paroxysms of laughter. 

"Nooo, Grampa! I'm sorry," she gasped between laughs. "Stop, please, ooooh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Momma! Nooo! Don't! Ooooh, I'm gonna get you guys. Oooh nooo! I'm so sorry," she cried as her bladder released it's contents, spraying her attackers and the bed. The two older adults, as soon as they realized what was happening, fell back on the bed, laughing.

"Oh, gawd," gasped Lorenz. "I haven't done that in forever." He caught his breath. "You okay, Nell, other than being wet?"

"No thanks to you," she laughed, still gasping for her breath. "You just wait until this baby is out of me."

"Which is when, by the way?" asked Estee, still gasping from laughing.

"Around the beginning of March, near as we can figure; my period always gets goofy when we start traveling. We figure it was early June when I got pregnant."

"I think I still have some tops left from when I carried you. Dad can get them out of the attic later so you can go through them and try some on to see if they'll fit you. Even if it's just around here, they'll help. And it's sort of fitting. You wearing my maternity clothes."

Spring found Lorenz traveling through Kentucky and Tennessee making bookings for performances in new areas for the troupe. They would also be starting a little earlier, in early May, hitting the middle of Illinois around the end of June, then moving west into Missouri, Iowa, and up into Minnesota toward mid-October. It was a longer season, but they were also getting into new territories, perhaps finding new 'readers' or sensitives. 

When it was time for Nell to deliver, he got a telepathy message from Estee. He was still in Illinois, headed west on Rte 9 to Nauvoo, on the River. As soon as he could, he found a place to pull off and teleported himself and his car back to the farm. 

It was not quite as instantaneous as if it were just him, but he was in time to see his great grand daughter make her way into the world, kicking and screaming. Downstairs, Dale, hearing her ruckus, commented, "The Morrow women, they're all the same. They come into the world complaining, and leave it the same way."

Life became relatively routine for the Morrow family and Lorenz. The baby, Eva, was happy and healthy. Like the other women in the family, she was happy to see her father whenever he returned for a visit or to wait out the winter. Around the first of March, he would begin making phone calls or personal visits to towns in the center of the country, sometimes venturing to the eastern mountain states to schedule performances.

During those visits he would casually ask about anyone in town who seemed to be especially sensitive to other people, able to tell what they were thinking, feeling, or able to predict people's behavior better than most. As often as not, he would get a name or two. They went on a list for the advance teams to check on when they got to that town.

That was how he found Megan Reynolds, the first new woman sensitive since Nell, a year or two after Eva was born. One of the men on the advance team found her with her girl friends at the soda shop and began chatting with them about the show. 

When they indicated some doubt about ESP being real, he gave the four of them passes to the first show Saturday evening. Usually the plan was to bring the 'sensitive' up on the stage and have him/her interact with Lorenz so he could tell whether the person had any ability or not.

When he entered from the back of the audience that night, as he usually did, Lorenz was immediately aware of the strength of the aura put out by Meg. He sought her out and had her wait for him back stage. He had teleported her clothes to his dressing room and read her mind while talking to her to convince her of his abilities. It was easy then to convince her to join the troupe for the summer.

Meg was not only talented, from a mentalist point of view, she was also smart and willing to work hard. She had joined the troupe in mid June, but by Labor Day, when she had to leave to go to college, she was as able as any other member of the troupe, except for Lorenz, to communicate telepathically, and, unusual for the troupe, had almost unlimited range. 

She was also able to 'sneak' into a person's mind and subtly move them to do as she wished. While she couldn't teleport, she did have the ability to telekinetically move objects up to about 50 pounds. Lorenz told her if she would practice that skill more often, she could probably increase her weight limit. Her answer had been to shrug.

The night he was to send her home, Lorenz had gone to her motel room to teleport her. When he knocked she invited him in. He found her nude, on the bed. As he watched, two scarves and a pair of nylons rose from her open suitcase and floated to her. One by one, they fastened themselves to her wrists and ankles, and then tied her, spread eagled, to the bed. 

Her eyes never left Lorenz. He felt his belt being unbuckled, his shirt, unbuttoned and removed. He was lifted and his pants and shorts removed. He floated over her and was lowered into position, his prick at her opening.

"Do I have to do everything?" she asked . Lorenz grinned and thrust his hips forward, burying his shaft all the way to his pubes in her hungry hole. He began to move in her, caressing all the sensitive areas, stimulating her clit on both forward and back strokes. Her hips answered his as much as they could with her tied to the bed. 




Fever Ch. 05



Olivia:

I'd decided to wait until the next day before enacting my plan because I'd spent too much time planning my escape and timing their turn in and wake up times. 

I often wandered if mom knew about Tavis' and my blood line? Did she know that our father came from a descendant of Ethiopian warriors who'd expanded the globe several times over? As I continued to think of "Taylor," my mind was drawn back to the profoundly intense gaze of light green eyes, almost the color of a cat. I felt my skin flush at the heat that filtered my body. 

There was no other guy on earth more finer and "Taylor." He was simply sexy with his light green eyes, curly hair, full lips and beautiful sculpted narrow nose. Although he was slightly shorter than me, I was sure that by the time he reached eighteen, he'd be taller than he was now. I couldn't wait to get back to the ware house just to see him.

~~

Denver put his sun kissed hand up to his chin, watching the graceful movements of Olivia Petty. He'd never seen a girl with a more beautiful face than the golden honey colored girl. Her dark hair lay against her back in a platted braid as she canvassed the halls. 

What amazed him more was that she'd been wearing a dark black dress that was hideous, but when contrasted with her skin tone, it looked a lot better. When he'd first caught glimpse of her slender form tracking the halls, he'd been curious; however, once she glanced up into the cameras he was caught breathless. He couldn't speak. There radiated a stone cold fearlessness in those black opal colored irises of hers. 

One that sparkled so beautifully he couldn't believe it. He'd never seen such fierceness in Anyone's eyes, such vibrant life flow. He cleared his throat as the video captured him moving what he thought was stealthy behind her, but when she reached out so fast, and kicked him hard in his mid section, he'd been surprised by the thrust of the blow. 

She'd definitely knocked the wind out of him and this astonished him; A girl with her height and build, super tall, super skinny, possessed the ability to knock the air out of him? She couldn't have weighed no more than a hundred pounds, but hit as if she was packing on the pounds. Upon learning her age, he'd found himself even more enthralled. He was fifteen and she was thirteen and could disable him? He wanted to see how and why. Where had she learned her skills from and he wanted her to teach him. 

Although Denver knew he had a handsome face, he was even more sure that once she'd learned that he was a computer geek, built computers from scratched, hacked systems and charted expeditions for those needed, secured the premises and just lead a dull existence, possessing no social abilities what so ever, she would be turned off like all the girls and within a week of being around him would be turned toward one of the more up to date guys on campus. 

There was no doubt in his mind that Olivia would be all that anyone could talk about when she arrived and that her beauty would make girls envious. Denver already knew the girls that would pick on her, knew the girls that would torture her, the very ones that would wish they hadn't when she finished with them. 

Denver felt as if Olivia was a very serious girl who didn't take mess from anyone and was not the one to mess with. This caused him to smile because he knew that she would make her own way here, just as her father did and in the process, become the most popular girl on campus, due to her fierceness. 

~~

Olivia:

I brushed my hair back away from my face and secured it in a tight pony tail. Because my face was more angled at the bottom than the top, I found that pulling my hair away from my face was better for my features. Dark black pupils with long curly eye lashes, a slightly wide yet narrow nose and thin lips adorned my features. The pony tail added emphasis on the high cheekbones. 

As I stared in the mirror, I saw what everyone else saw on the outside, but I also saw what I felt on the inside. I felt as though I needed to desperately leave this house. I couldn't stay cooped up for one more week. I didn't think I'd survive next week without any fresh air. The smell was starting to make me want to vomit. I felt as though I couldn't breath and my head was in a constant achy state. 

Exhaling sharply, I slipped my bag on my shoulders, opened the door to my room and walked down the stair well, toward the front door. When I reached the door, I felt my heart thumping loudly in my ears, anxiety welling up. I was hoping that no one would see me, that I hadn't miscalculated the times Mom and Stefan did their routine. As blood rushed to my ears, the silence was loud, almost tangible to my sensitive body. I felt the adrenaline rush through my body as I twisted the knob and pulled the door open. 

~~

Stefan watched with curiosity as Olivia pulled on the knob, thinking no one was there. Truth be told, he'd normally be down in the den with Odilia and Jr. resting, but he'd come up out of an inability to sleep. He'd been tossing and turning, worrying about Olivia. He knew that she was going to inevitably have to be dealt with while under his roof, because although he did care for her, he wasn't going to let her get the best of any of them. She was becoming stronger mentally and physically. 

Also her disdain for this place was becoming more noticeable as she'd walked through the halls in a scowl, never speaking to anyone but Tavis. What he couldn't figure out was why did she hate them so much? She had a better life than the one before. He provided everything they needed and up until her eighth birthday had spent as much time as he could with her and her brother. 

Even her mother had tried to be there for her, but compassion could only take you so far with an ungrateful child. Exhaling sharply, he watched as she exited the house. He wasn't for sure, but he believed she was going back to that warehouse and he suspected that she had found others like her. As he thought about this, a smile appeared on his face. She needed to be with her own kind. 

What her mother failed to realize was that her daughter was not of vampire blood, her daughter would always be human because it was the human ways she'd chosen. It was the humans she preferred to live under and perhaps it was the humans whom she identified with most, the one she could accept more. 

As he thought of Tavis, who'd exhibited the same abilities as his sister, tracking, hunting, locating and soon enough those qualities would be enhanced when he was changed. Stefan didn't know when, but they'd have a hunter of their own in the clan. Tavis was so bright that he could see him having a great future. When the time was right, all of the qualities he'd been bred into would come out. 

As Stefan pondered over these two children, he realized that they both would bring about change, something different and in a sense he felt as though they had a special place in his and Jr.'s lives. Although Odilia had focused on keeping the children safe, she'd neglected to notice the differences in their personalities. 

Each of these children were special and while Stefan didn't hate Olivia, he understood her nature. He understood her need to get away from the place she didn't belong. It would be like him being in the nest of hunters and himself being a vampire. He loved Olivia but he recognized the truth, she didn't fit in here anymore than he fit into her world. Now, all he had to do was make Odilia see it.

~~

Olivia:

Once I reached the ware house, I was surprised to find the area empty looking. There seemed to be no animals roaming and although the arranged rock path still led to the front of building and the grass remained manicured, there was no trace of life outside the building. 

Going up to the building, I tried the knob. The thing wouldn't budge. I twisted it again and when it still refused to give, I let out a soft curse and turned away from the door. If I couldn't open it, how would I get in? I glanced up at the building, it's windows neatly maintained and I wondered to myself how come everyone thought the property was vacant? 

It didn't have any holes in the building. There was no leakage, testifying to unused pipes and as I moved away from the structure, I noticed that for a vacant property, it sure was tidy. 

I couldn't figure out why so many saw it as vacant when obviously someone took care of it. As I stood outside, wondering how would I alert someone to my presence. I began to roam the different areas and noticed how tightly secured the premises were. There were padlocks on any areas that were closed in structures, such as doors. 

The door to the back of the building had a bolt as well as all the trees cleared out of the area. A massive area of land, without any type of visual to a road. I looked over my shoulder, just beyond the building and saw the same thing. 

As I studied the property, I thought to myself they were pretty clever for getting rid of any debris or rubble. As a matter of fact there wasn't any type of loose material on the land. Everything was flat and well kept. It left little sense of danger. 

Again my mind was perturbed over the idea that I couldn't get into the building as I had been able to the other night. 

I decided to double back around to the front and take my leave. Just as I reached the door, it opened and to my astonishment, "Taylor" stood there, a quirky smile on his face, eyes glistening bright in the sun light. "Well look who's finally decided to show up." He teased. 

I shrugged, not really finding it funny, but for his sake, offered a smile. "The one and Only, Olivia." I stated, already going past him and into the building. 

"I believe excuse me and thank you are in order." He stated, the words rolling off his tongue. I turned to him, raised a brow, "Come again?"

"That's what you say when someone is in your way or holds the door open for you."

I narrowed my brows, crossing my hands over my chest nonchalantly, "I'm sorry, but I thought that's what came naturally to guys." My words sounded flippant enough to my own ears, I could only imagine what they sounded like to his.

He placed his arms over his chest as well, mimicking my pose. "They always say girls are made of sugar and spice and everything nice, but I think you have been made with decon." 

"Rat poisoning?" I inquired, already irritated with the guy.

"Yeah, you should say excuse me when a guy is in your way and thank you when the door is held open for you."

"Why?" I inquired, already sure of the answer. 

"No manners will be added to the description of a girl with a filthy mouth and pretty face." He stated. 

"So you think I'm pretty?" I inquired, my tone flirtatious, trying to change the subject.

He walked up to where I was and stopped. 

The smell of his colongue made me want to sniff away at him. I wasn't too much shorter than him, but his green eyes burned into mine as he spoke. "Apparently not pretty enough to have manners." 

I cleared my throat. "Excuse me and thank you." I forced out.

He smiled, taking my breath away again, "That's better." 

As he moved past me, I was only aware of the tingles that caressed my skin as contact with his arm made my insides go berserk. I closed my eyes and inhaled sharply. I didn't like the way this was going already. He reminded me too much of my brother, seriously annoying. 

I walked slightly behind him, taking in the scenery. "So, can you tell me what exactly is the Gala, Taylor?" I inquired, staring out at the murals as we passed along the hallway. 

"The gala is a three story building with a good fifteen acres of land. Some of it involves property here, other involves property further out in the country. That's where we do hunting expeditions and it's where the hunters are tested. We even own land over the great lake areas. ."

"I know that hunters hunt,but what is it that they hunt?" I inquired. 

"Vampires, humans, animals, other worldly creatures. We hunt everything.What we hunt depends on whose paying and the reason needed."

"How do you guys maintain your lifestyle? Do you stay here?" I wondered, wanting to know. He glanced at me, his smile fully contagious now, because a spark went up to his eyes, detailing his amusement. "What's so amusing?" 

"You, miss Olivia."

I narrowed a brow in suspicion. "What do you mean?"

"I've never had anyone ask that question before and you are thirteen, with this in your mind."

I folded my arms across my chest, "Yeah, well, I like to know everything about what I'm getting involved in. That's just one of many questions I have." 

"You don't say."

I felt my own lips turn up in a bright smile, a small giggle coming from my lips, "Yes, It's like a business transaction. I'm not getting into something I'll regret."

"So, it seems you've already decided to become a trained hunter." He surmised.

For some reason I felt really self conscious of the fact that I was pretty and found myself behaving in the behavior that many teenage girls my age did as I leaned in close to him,"Yes, I have." He stared down into my eyes with that bright smile, not saying a word. I was bedazzled by the enchanting eyes, contrasting with beautiful dark skin. He nodded, "That's good, I'm sure you will find it to your liking."

I felt my body heat up at those words, just from the intensity of his gaze. Although I was sure there was no hint of flirtation in his words, I couldn't help the sporadic set of chills that danced along my entire body. "I'm sure I will." I stated. 

He exhaled sharply and finally removing his eyes from my face,continuing to explain as he gave a tour of the place."We are here for the winter and then during the summer we travel other places for competitions and work when we are needed. Most of the hunters here are not allowed to contract any work until they hit their senior year of high school. 

No jobs requiring overnight or beyond local areas are permitted for seniors. When they graduate hunters are allowed to go where they wish and contract themselves."

I furrowed my brows. "So you guys can go where ever you like after training? You don't work in packs?" 

He smiled, pointing to me. "We can go where ever we like and some hunters can be found in groups but most are dispatched on their own."

"What about the hunters who may not be so good at hunting?" I inquired as we turned from the end of the first hall and he opened a door.

"What makes you think hunters fail?" 

I laughed at this, finding the question a little quirky, "Common sense, they're humans, not invincible."

"Are you really going to question everything I tell you?" He asked me, his face captured in a syrupy grin. 

Deciding to take my chances and flirt 

I stated. "As long as you keep looking at me as if I'm the high light of your day, why not?" 

This caused that grin to burst into a laugh. As he didn't vocally reply, I felt my heart tilt toward something not normal to it, a joyous light hearted banter. I couldn't help the sweet warmth that filtered through my entire being. 

In his presence I was not only convinced of my physical beauty, but my heart felt a radiance like never before. "This ms. Olivia is where we keep our supplies stocked." As a light was switched on from the wall, I glanced into a room filled from top to bottom of items used within the school. "And I thought Stefan had one heck of a supply closet."

"Who?" He inquired, never loosing that sheen in his eyes. 

"My mom's husband."

"Your mom's married now?" 

I narrowed my brow. "What do you mean now? How do you know my mother?" I watched as his face averted and he suddenly found the murals extremely interesting. 

"Taylor...how is it that you know my mom?" I inquired, my tone sharp. 

He turned back to me, his eyes still glossy, but a little nervous now. "My name is Denver." 

I put a hand on my hip and stared him in the eye, not breaking contact. Finally he gave in to one of my mother's leering gazes and replied, "Your father told me about you guys, ok?"

"You know my father?" I stated, feeling numb. I wasn't too particularly happy about this, but neither was I upset either. 

"I know him well enough." He stated, finally breaking contact with me. He began to walk down the hall again. I walked behind him. "I want to meet him." I stated.

He nodded his head no. "You can't."

"Why not?" 

"He doesn't live here."

"He doesn't?" I inquired.

"No." 

"Where does he live?"

"Across the world." 

Feeling agitation course through my spine with the type of answers he was giving me, I caught up to him and grasped him by the shoulders, turning him to face me. "Look, Denver I don't have time for the bits of information, I need to know what you know about my dad."

"I could really get in trouble releasing information to you." He stated.

"Well, maybe you should have thought of that before you spoke on my mom."

He sighed, his eyes catching mine. After a minute, he said, "Look, don't tell anyone else I'm telling you this. I am only going to say it because he is your father and you deserve to know but don't go looking for him and don't try to contact him. 

He will be here soon enough anyhow." 

Ayanna:

Every time I close my eyes and think of my mother I see blood. Lots and lots of blood. I see her body sprawled out on the floor of our two bedroom home and blood pooling around her as if it had been laying there for days instead of two hours; Her eyes open and staring up at the ceiling as if saying why? Why did this have to happen to me? 

Although there are many memories I can bring forth from my mind, this is the one that I remember the most. Her lifeless corpse stiff, cold, unmoving. It's the one thing that turns my sorrow to anger, my fear to courage, the one thing that allows my body to slowly shift into working position so that I may seek vengeance my way.

Just as I push myself up off my bed and stand, about to accept my fate, I hear a voice call my name. I feel my heart began to thump in my chest. Instead I decide not to answer and continue to my destination. It occurs to me that I can wipe any memory of a person from my mind as my powers of magic allow me to. I am not one of those who rely on current magic, but I rely on ancient magic, the magic of Egypt to control the mind. 

Closing my eyes, I chant to myself, ensuring that everything I remembered about Tavis was gone, assuring that everything I had previously known about him or concerning him was erased. 

~~

Tavis:

"I told you I didn't want my party here. I wanted it at the rink." I stated to my mother, my gaze heated as I followed her from the laundry room, through the kitchen and then upstairs to my room. 

"And what...I'm obligated to follow your desires? I decided to have the party at home because I thought it would be fun that way. You could invite all your friends."

"You know I don't get along with any of the kids in my class."

"I know. This party's the perfect opportunity for you to show them who you really are."

I groaned, irritated, slightly angered, "No this isn't. These kids don't need to be anywhere near me." I stated, "They're not my friends. I'd rather invite my usual tag a longs."

"How can you have a party with four people?" 

"It won't be four people. You, dad, Olivia and Jr. and another girl I know will be invited."

My mom turned her honey colored brown eyes up toward me. "A girl? What's her name?"

"Ayanna."

"Ayanna? That's a pretty name."

"I know."

"Is she in your class or at another school?"

"Another school."

"Well, although I'm a bit thrilled at your first girlfriend and all, I must say I never expected you to begin this early. I was hoping sixth grade would be your turning point."

"She's not my girlfriend and besides, I'm not sure if I will be able to invite her. I have seen or spoken to her in a good week."




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"Why not?"

I sighed. "It's been really hard getting that connection."

"Has it?" 

"Yes."

"Trying one more time wouldn't hurt."

"I suppose I will just one more time."

"In the mean time, I've gotten all your invitations written out and will give them to you on Monday."

I rolled my eyes irritated. It was no surprise that Olivia had gotten her hard head from our mother, who once something was set in her mind refused to back down to anyone, not even her own flesh and blood. Exhaling sharply, I shrug my shoulders and dismiss myself from the conversation. 

Later that night, I tried to contact Ayanna but it was a dead end. No answer, as a matter of fact, something in my spirit seemed off as if she was no longer there. As I prepared myself for bed, I felt in my heart a fear unlike anything ever. Had she decided not to talk to me? Had something happened to prevent her from being here when I needed her? As I closed my eyes, my final thought was in a hope that nothing horrible had happened to her.



Fever Ch. 05



When Lorenz increased his speed, and his motions became erratic, the ties disappeared and her arms and legs encircled him, pulling him into her as she climaxed with him. When they finished their post orgasmic spasms, she rolled to her side, not loosening her grip an iota.

Twice more they performed the lovers' polka before he sent her on her way, with her promise to return to the tour next year, and each summer until she graduated from the college Lorenz had arranged for her to attend. In October he received her message that she was pregnant, so would have to miss the tour the next year.

The next few years went on like that. Lorenz's advance teams never failed to find at least one new sensitive each year. Male or female, they never declined the offer to tour with the troupe. 

If they were found late in the tour, they were invited to join at the beginning of the season next year. In this way, Lorenz kept his troupe fresh and enthusiastic. All, young and old, were fiercely loyal to him and, as time would tell, would do anything for him.

A few years after Megan left the troupe, July found them touring eastern Iowa. Lorenz hadn't been back to the farm since early May and Nell was feeling in need of company beyond Dale, Estee and Eva, so when an old high school classmate invited her to a party, she accepted. 

They made arrangements for him to pick her up on Saturday around eight. When she left, she told Estee not to wait up.

Nell jumped into Ronnie's car and fastened her seat belt. He handed her a cup of orange soda. "Here," he said, "I thought you might want a drink to get started."

She grinned and drank it down. "Holy shit, Ronnie! What was in that?"

"Just some orange soda and a couple shots of vodka. You okay?"

Suddenly, Nell began to feel woozy, her arms and legs heavy, too heavy to move. She tried to answer him, but couldn't form the words. When she tried to send a cry of help to her mother, she couldn't form the thought. She realized she had been drugged and would need to fight the effect of the drug mentally, a process she had been told about by Lorenz. 

He had described a technique for increasing one's metabolism to essentially burn up any foreign agent in the body, be it drug or infection. Given the rapid onset, she knew it would take too long to avoid whatever Ronnie had planned, but she also knew he didn't have as much time as he wanted.

"Hey, Nell, how you feeling? A little woozy, I bet. Some dude from the city stopped in the station last week and needed some emergency repairs. He couldn't pay for them, but he said he had some pills which would make any woman available to me. You won't be able to participate much, and won't remember a friggin' thing, he said, but I can do whatever I want to you. 

"Ya know, in school, I always looked up to you because you were so smart and still was nice to everyone; just about the only girl who ever talked to me during school. 'N' then you went away and got yourself knocked up, just like any other slut. Well, I wanted to screw you back then, and I'm going to now, every fucking hole you got. 

"And when I'm done, Jim and Butch are going to join us. They want a chance with you, too. Figuring what a slut you turned out to be, you won't mind, will you. And when you wake up in the motel tomorrow, you won't know who it was you fucked. A true blue slut."

He reached across the seat and pulled up her skirt. "Mmm, look at that little pussy mound. I'm gonna love to eat that, and those little bubbies of yours. When I'm through with those, you'll need a bigger cup size 'cause I plan to stretch those as far as I can. Oh, Nellie, little girl! I'm gettin' so fuckin' hard, just thinking about it. Here, feel me," he instructed, pulling her hand into his crotch and folding her fingers around his skinny prick.

A few minutes later, he pulled into a cheap motel on the north side of town, and pulled her out of the truck. Supporting her, he walked her into the room furthest from the office and the road. Inside the room, he lowered her to the bed and walked back to lock the door. "Can't have you running out on me," he laughed. 

Nell lay there, her eyes closed, revving up her metabolism as much as she could. She was aware of minims of improvement as time went by, but she knew what was going to happen. She couldn't improve herself enough to avoid it unless he delayed his attack for a few hours.

She heard his pants hit the floor, followed by his shirt. She was shifted on the bed, so she was lying in the center. Ronnie sat down by her head and lifted her so she was sitting between his legs. His hands were over her stomach, pulling her top out of her skirt. Then he began to lightly caress her skin, pushing her shirt higher as he traced circles on her torso.

"Oh, Nellie, I am so going to love fucking you. You're a whole lot prettier than Bitsy, my wife. She made me marry her. Told me if I wanted to fuck her, she wanted a preacher and a ring first. But I don't have to marry you, do I, slut? 

"How'd you get yourself knocked up, anyway? I always thought you were smarter than that. All the guys you went out with, none o' them talked about you after. Was that the deal, you'd screw, but they couldn't brag about it? Well, my pretty little whore, I'm gonna brag. Me 'n' Jim 'n' Butch, we'll all say how you asked us to bring you here and fuck you until we couldn't fuck anymore.

"Oh, there they are, those precious little boobies. Look how cute they are. Mmm, puffy little nipples, watch how they streeeetch out. Let's see if I can make them hard just playing with them?" He began stroking her nipples, trying to coax them to erection, pinching and pulling on them, milking her breasts. 

To Nell's dismay, her body responded, eliciting a gleeful laugh from her tormentor. "Look at that, slut. You're out like a light and your fucking tits respond like an old whore's at a sailor's convention." 

He pulled the nipples out straight and began to shake them back and forth. "Look at those little fuckers wobble. I bet I can get your whole tit in my mouth, chew it off right at the wall. 

"Oops, I gotta take it easy here. I'm already about ready to cream all over your fuckin' back. Don' wanna do that. I wanna enjoy coming in that sweet little cunt of your's. 'Bout time to start getting it ready. Gotta get it good and wet. Don't wanna hurt you now, do we?" he laughed. 

He found the button holding the waist of her skirt together and unfastened it, then slid the zipper down. His hand slid inside her skirt and slipped down over her panties to her mound. He rubbed it lightly, increasing his pressure with each up and down stroke. 

"How's that feel, Nellie? Good, I bet. I shoulda felt your cunt first, to see how wet you were before I started, from playing with your little titties. I can now. Whoa. Hey, you're not getting real turned on here. Maybe you need some more direct action. Let me find that button. Should be...there it is; I'll just play with it for a while. Let's open those legs for me, Nellie. That's the girl, open em wide so the whole world can see that pretty little cunt of yore's."

Ronnie lifted her out of his legs and laid her down on the bed. He pulled off her skirt and panties, then moved to kneel between her legs. "Oh, fuck damn, Nellie! That is just about the prettiest li'l ol' cunt I ever seen. Granted, I ain't seen many white ones, but yer cunt is just about the prettiest one ever. I even like your little muff and the way it wraps around yer little clamshell. Fuck, girl! I just gotta taste you."

Nell felt the pressure of his face between her legs, then she was aware of his tongue tracing her labia, penetrating her, lapping up her dew. She felt her tunnel, relax and open, the moisture begin to flow. Again, Ronnie giggled with glee as her body responded to his unwelcome ministrations.

"Fuck, girl, you really like it when I eat your pussy, huh! I think I'll try to make you come before I fuck the shit out of you. I'll start by sucking your boobies and then I'll make out with your hungry ol' snatch. Jim and Butch can't get here before midnight, so we got us a lot of time to play."

He dropped down beside her and worked one arm under her neck, to wrap around and play with her left nipple while he sucked and chewed on the right one. His right hand was busy stroking and massaging her clitoris and its shaft, with frequent forays into her vagina, seeking its sensitive spots. Ronnie wasn't aware of it, but his foreplay, while arousing Nell sexually, was also helping her rev up her metabolism. 

That realization made its way through the fog which had enveloped her mind, so Nell stopped fighting the arousal, gave in to it and let herself become more aroused. She felt him insert a finger into her quim and massage her inner walls, stimulating more moisture. He laughed and slipped another into her, eliciting a moan. 

Ronnie moved between her legs and began to tongue her clit. In a few minutes, Nell's hips began to move up and down, pushing into his face and tongue. He increased his speed and pressure as he tongue lashed her little pleasure bud.

Nell didn't try to fight it. She just let the sensation of pleasure wash over her, causing her body to shake and quiver. "Goddam, girl! You really are a fucking slut, and tonight, right now, you are mine to do with as I please." He knelt between her legs, grinning at her nudity, jacking his cock. " And right now, I please to fuck yer slutty mouth." 

She felt him moving on the bed. Then, what she knew was a hard cock tried to push it's way into her mouth. She didn't resist, but neither did she help. He had to force her mouth open, and once it opened, she didn't close it. Ronnie moved his cock in and out of her mouth a few times, but without it being closed, there was no sensation except her teeth rubbing on his shaft.

He moved down the bed again. Nell knew what was coming. He was back between her legs. His cock was at her opening, entering her. She felt him in her, moving in and out, but she felt ...nothing.

There was no pressure against the back of her sheath, or against the walls as he moved. It was almost like he wasn't there. She could feel him on the back/bottom of her vagina where he was rubbing as he went in and out, but that was all.

Nell had only ever known one other cock, Lorenz. He had certainly filled her up, but she hadn't felt particularly stressed when he was in her. She thought about when Ronnie had been in her mouth. 

He had barely reached the back of her throat, but she had felt his pubic hair on her nose and cheeks. Mentally she giggled, realizing how small he must be. Strangely, with the giggle came a lightening of the fog in her brain, and in the heaviness in her limbs.

She knew she wasn't ready to fight him off, but she knew the other two guys were in for a disappointment. And she thought she knew how to take care of Ronnie. She had an idea of what he was going to want next, and she would be ready. And she increased her metabolism as much as she could.

Ronnie was busy pounding away at her pussy, stimulating himself to climax. He had brought himself to the point of coming three times in the past hour and stopped. He had wanted to fuck Nell since high school, and, knowing there would never be another chance, was going to enjoy tonight as much as he could. He was just about to stop again when there was a knock on the door. Surprised, he lost his concentration and let loose his load of man seed. Nell groaned. She was mid cycle. Ronnie heard her and laughed, figuring she was expressing her pleasure. He pulled out and walked to the door, nude, to let in his two buddies, an hour early.

Nell's eyes were open. Her mind was clear, clear enough to carry out her plan anyway. She hoped she'd be able to do it all. Ronnie was bragging to his friends about how he had fucked the slut and made her come. Now it was time to get himself ready for his last penetration. He came to the bed and pulled Nell's face to his groin. He pushed her mouth open, then closed it on his dick.

A pain like nothing he had ever known before engulfed his body and caused him to collapse unconscious on the floor. Nell sat up, blood running from her mouth. 

"Stop right where you are," she commanded, verbally, as the two newcomers started toward their friend. They froze at her tone. From what Ron had told them, she was supposed to be unconscious until morning.

She gathered her clothes and put them on. "Take me home," she ordered them. She was able to generate enough mental energy to insure compliance, but no more. As soon as she got out of the car at the farm, they sped away. 

Estee was just getting into bed when she heard the car speed away. She looked out the window and saw Nell in a heap in the driveway. She ran down and out to her, helping her up and into the house. "He drugged me, Momma. The cocksucking son of a bitch drugged and raped me. Call Dad. He'll know what to do."

"I'll call him in the morning. How are you? Did he hurt you?"

"I may be pregnant, but I'm not as bad off as he is. He tried to make me clean his dick after he used me. I think I hit his frenulum with my canine tooth. I know I drew blood. He hit the floor before I opened my mouth. He's going to have a strange scar."  She gave a snorting laugh. "I wonder how he'll explain that to his wife."

"Who..."

"Ron Gorwinike, the guy that works as a mechanic at the garage. Claimed he had a crush on me in high school because I was the only girl who'd talk to him. Then called me a slut because I had Eva and was a single mom. He is one sick bastard."

"How did he drug you? Do you know what it was? Why you couldn't use your mental power to disable him?"

"When I got in his truck, he gave me a drink; said it was orange soda and vodka. It must have been in that. I got woozy right away, couldn't move; couldn't even think. I overheard the guys who brought me home talking about something called roofie, something like that."

"There were more than one?"

"That was their plan. Dad told me, when I was with him on the road, how to mentally speed up my body so it burned off drugs faster. I was able to do that before the others got there." 

Tears started down her cheeks. "All three of them are married, and we were friendly in school. I don't understand." She shook her head, sobbing. "Put me to bed, Momma. In the morning, we can call Dad." She collapsed in Estee's arms, exhausted.

Lorenz hadn't been this angry in over forty years. If the three 'things' (that's how he thought of them-inanimate objects, to be disposed of) had been in his presence when Nell told him what had happened to her, they would never have been found, living or dead. By mid afternoon he was calmed down enough to talk and make plans.

"You are sure you are with child? What do you want to do about it?"

"What do you mean, do about it?"

"Do you want to abort..."

"Daddy! Like it or not, you are talking about aborting your grandson. I can't do that. I won't keep the baby, but I can't abort it."

"Very well. Since we know who the father is, it is only right that he assume responsibility for the child. God help it." He fixed her with his eyes. "Have you given any thought about the kind of punishment you wish to impose? Do you wish to involve the police, or do you want a more direct involvement in the punishment?"

"If we are going to make him responsible for the upbringing of the baby, we can't very well send him to prison. I don't know... I know I don't want him able to do this to anyone else. Any of them. And he should know what it feels like, and how it made you and Momma feel. But I'm not sure I want to be there to watch what you do. I don't ever want to see them again."

"Just once more each, child. At our kangaroo court."

"Kangaroo court? What..."

"An informal criminal trial, sometimes run by crooks trying other crooks who have wronged them; sometimes they are run by vigilantes who have caught someone, and they don't want to be bothered to bring them back to the regular court. You and I will confront the three young men, individually, and compel them to confess. Then you can leave while I impose and carry out their sentences."

"What are you going to do, Daddy?"

"Turnabout is fair play, my dear, so they say."

Their first stop, that evening, was at Jim's. He was the manager of the local ShopAll, a convenience grocery store/gas station chain. His wife, Doreen, taught fourth grade at the local elementary school. Neither smoked; both drank spirits only at celebratory occasions. Even in college, Jim had never heard Doreen use any word harsher than 'damn.'

Nell and Lorenz knocked on the door precisely at six, just as Jim and Doreen were sitting down to dinner. Doreen answered the door. When her husband heard her greet Nell, he felt a twisting in his gut and wanted to run, but was unable to move from his chair.  When Doreen called him to the living room, he was able to stand, but dragged his feet crossing the dining room to join the trio. He couldn't look at Nell, and tried to avoid looking at Lorenz, whom he recognized as her grandfather.

"Nell, Mr. Lorenz? You said you needed to ask my husband some questions about an assault? Who was hurt? When? I'm sure Jim wasn't involved; he's been home with me except for a short time..."

"Yes," interrupted Lorenz. "A short time last night. Jim, may I call you Jim? You will tell the truth as you know it about last night. Did you and your friend, Orin, I guess you call him Butch, go out after your wives retired for the evening?" Jim nodded, looking at the floor. "Where did you go?"

"Unh, we, uh, went to join Ron at the Sleepy Rest."

"For what purpose?"

Jim desperately did not want to answer the question, but was unable to stay silent, or to avoid the truth. "Ron told us some guy from the city had traded him some pills which were guaranteed to make any woman unable to resist a sexual advance. He said he was going to use it on Nell and invited us to join him."

"So, you were going to join him in raping my granddaughter?"

Jim winced, but nodded, and went on, "But we didn't. When we got there...'

"She was no longer drugged; I'm not concerned with what you did, only your intention. If you had actually carried out your plan, the police would be here instead of me." He turned to Nell. "Are you satisfied with his confession, Nell?" She nodded. He turned to Doreen. "Do you have any questions, Madam?"

Doreen looked at her husband, a look of disbelief mixed with shock and horror on her face. "You were going to rape Nell, someone you told me was a friend of yours?" Jim looked at the floor, holding his head between his hands and nodded.

"It didn't sound like that when Ron asked us. He made it sound like she'd want to do it, like it was something like Spanish Fly, you know?"

"What are you going to do, Grampa?"

"You don't need to know, child. Nobody will be hurt, physically. You should go back to the farm now. I'll be there in the morning." He turned to Doreen. "Madam, unfortunately, you will bear the brunt of this ordeal. Please lead me to your bedroom."

Doreen looked at the old gentleman, shocked? Why would he want to see her bedroom? What ordeal? Without realizing what she was doing, she stood up and walked to the stairs, and up to their second floor bedroom. 

As Nell left the house, she looked at Jim, sitting on the couch, a puzzled look on his face. She just shook her head, sadly, and closed the door behind her. Jim looked at the stairway and heard his wife squeal in surprise. Then there was the sound of the bedsprings bouncing, as if something heavy had been dropped on them. 

For the rest of the evening, he sat there on the couch, unable to move, his arms at his sides, hands by his thighs. He heard his wife with Lorenz as plainly as if he was in the bedroom with them, even their whispers and low moans. He heard her moans of pleasure from being kissed, and the deeper moans he recognized that she made when the kissing moved to her breasts and nipples. 




Fever Ch. 05



Then he heard a new sound, a moaning groan, followed by a hiss and the words, "Yessss, right there, oh god, that's good! Omigod, suck on it, harder. Oh, fuck eat it kiss my cunt shove that tongue in me bite it oh oh oh oh yessss! Fuck me now please, shove that fuck pole in my cunt cmon fuck my ass harder..." and on it went until midnight, his wife using language he had no idea she even knew.

He heard the couple come out of the bedroom, his wife giggling and cursing, commenting on how she could hardly stand, let alone walk. The old man's deeper laugh, followed by the sound of skin slapping skin and his wife's coquettish laugh in return. 

He saw them come downstairs, nude. His wife, cum and other fluids running down her legs, covered in small bruises and bites where the old man had been holding her and marking her with his tracks, practically skipped across the room to him. 

She took his face in her hands and tilted it up to hers, then bent down to engage him in a passionate, full open mouthed kiss. He tasted the old man's cum on her lips and tongue, and something else, something musty, pungent, something foul. 

He knew. His stomach turned, retching. Doreen' s tongue was painting the inside of his mouth, smearing the foulness over all the inner surfaces.

Finally, she broke the kiss. She lifted one foot and placed it on the couch next to him. When she pulled his face to her inner thigh she saw his crotch and the large dark stain covering it. 

"Oh, baby, did you enjoy hearing us fuck? Would you like to watch us now? Just as soon as you clean me up a little. I'm so full of Lorenz cum, he can't feel my pussy walls anymore, and my asshole is too sore to fuck again; so hurry up, I need him in me."  

She pushed his face against her thigh, rubbing his cheeks in the cum and juice mixture covering the soft skin. "C'mon, baby, clean out my coochie good, and then you can watch," she hesitated, "or, Lorenz said he could use you."

Jim blanched and glanced at the older man. Lorenz was still erect, sporting an eight plus inches, as thick as the bottom part of a beer bottle with a crown easily a quarter again as thick at the ridge. He pushed his face into his wife's crotch and started licking. "All of it, honey, my asshole, too."

When Jim finished cleaning Doreen with his tongue, she and Lorenz demonstrated for Jim what he had been listening to all night. Her screams of joy and pleasure made it obvious that if she had once been an unwilling participant, she was no longer. As soon as the old man would come, she would pull him out and turn to use her mouth to renew his hard on.

She took him in her cunt, her mouth, her asshole, in the missionary position, doggie style, cowgirl front and reverse facing, in a chair, on the floor, sitting on the couch next to Jim, on the dining room table, standing facing Lorenz, standing from the rear, on her back, her stomach, her side, knees out to the side, over Lorenz's shoulders, legs wrapped around him, spread eagled, outside his, inside them, every variation you can think of and them some. All the while, Doreen was encouraging Lorenz with language Jim thought he'd never hear outside a men's locker room, let alone from his prim and proper wife.

Jim's cock became a veritable fountain of cum. His balls were awash in it. And the whole torturous, fucking night long, he was as flaccid as a folded fire hose. 

It was starting to get light out. Jim watched Lorenz pull his cock from Doreen's ass and walk to him. Lorenz pulled Jim's face toward his dirty cock. Jim couldn't help himself; he opened his mouth and accepted Lorenz's rod as it slipped down his throat. The taste and smell made him want to retch. 

"Clean me up, sonny," the older man ordered. While Jim's tongue became busy, he continued, "You are probably wondering why you haven't gotten a hard on tonight, coming as much as you did. 

"You won't. The only way you'll ever get hard again is to eat Bitsy, the wife of your buddy, Ron. But even if you get a hard on, as soon as you try to use it, fuck, corn hole, suck or jack off, you'll lose it. 

"You can still come, and you can still jack it off when it's soft, but you are finished fucking. And except for your lovely, horny, cock hungry wife and Bitsy, the smell and taste of pussy will turn your stomach."

Jim felt the staff in his mouth start to enlarge, then there was the feeling of warm liquid in his stomach and the reek of ammonia filled his nose. "Oh, god, no!" he thought, moaning around the cock in his mouth. "I'm gonna puke."

Reading his mind, Lorenz cautioned the younger man, "Don't do it, sonny. Swallow the urge to puke it away. If you puke, I'll have to come back and do all this all over again. With help. Understand?" Forcing the urge down, Jim nodded, the cock still buried in his throat. 

Lorenz pulled his staff from Jim's mouth, still pissing. When he finally stopped, he pulled Jim back into his groin for a final clean up, then silently dressed and left, leaving the couple asleep in the living room.

The next evening was almost a virtual replay with Butch and Millie. Butch was a self employed contractor. Millie was a stay at home house wife who taught the ten year-olds at Sunday school. Ultra conservative in a conservative town, it was said of Millie she wouldn't say shit if she had a mouthful. Her high necked dresses, blouses and pull overs hid a voluptuous body which frustrated her husband. 

Millie firmly believed that unless you were trying to have children, sex was sinful, and even then, the only allowable activity was genital intercourse, in the missionary position; no foreplay, no touching, even. Kissing was allowed as an expression of affection, but it wasn't to be used to arouse one's sexual appetite. 

To describe Millie as plain was to be kind. Not that she was ugly, but there were no interesting features on her face. More round than oval, her face had a small, straight nose, thin eyebrows and lips, barely there lashes and pale, washed out blue eyes, surrounded by straight, mousy brown hair. 

Her only date in high school had been to the senior prom, with Butch, who had asked her at the behest of his father, who owed a sizeable sum to Marilee's father. That night, in front of her house, when Butch kissed her good night and slid his hand over her breast, she decided they would get married.

Her dad offered to set Butch up in business, and loaned him the money at a sub market rate. When the teens married, he did the same for their house. 

It wasn't until after the honeymoon Butch understood why Mr. Miller had included the infidelity clause in both mortgages. If Butch was caught cheating on his wife, both loans were immediately due in full.

Lorenz and Nell arrived a little after dinner. Butch answered the door and wanted to talk to them outside, but found himself opening the door and walking backward to the sofa. He called Marilee as he sat down. When she failed to respond, he called louder. This time she came from the back of the single story house, wrapped in a towel. "For goodness sake, Bu...eeeek! Who..."

Lorenz thought about making the towel disappear, but decided it was too soon. He sat the embarrassed young woman, tightly wrapped in her towel, next to her husband. They repeated the questioning from the night before, and got the same answers. 

When she was given the opportunity to question her husband, Marilee looked at Nell, then at herself. She pulled her husband's face around to look at her and asked him simply, "Why?"

Butch started to answer, but the words wouldn't come. Lorenz interrupted him. "Madam, I expect that by morning you will have your answer, but by then it will be too late. Nell, dear, it is time for you to leave. I will see you at breakfast. Madam, where is your bedroom?"

The door had barely closed when Butch heard his wife scream. He tried to get up to go see what had happened, but found he couldn't move. Her scream had been sudden and short. 

Now he heard her as clearly as if he was in the room, "No, no, don't you can't ... shouldn't no please don't oh mi god no please don't...stop please oh oh oh more right there oh no don't put your fingers in me please don't... stop please don't don't don...oooohhhhhh god don't stoppleasedontstop oh oh oh oho hoh ohoh oh uuunnnnnhhh!

"Omigod you can't put that in me you'll tear me open mi god no please owwwwooooooo yessssss oh godyessss fuck me fuuuuuuuuuckitt t t  tt t t t yessss ossshiiiiiiitttttt i'mmmmmmmm coooommmmmming. Mmmmm" he heard her satisfied moan. Then, "You want me to whammmmphhh?" 

He heard the obvious slurping noises, accompanied by her low satisfied sounding, teasing moans, moans of the 'this taste's good' variety, of the 'more, please' variety, of the 'fuck me harder' variety.  Shortly before midnight they came down the hallway, their arms around each other, mouths glued together, Lorenz's hand massaging her breast and nipple. When she saw Butch and the state of his pants, she shook her head. 

"What a fucking waste of good cum," she laughed. She crossed the room to him and pushed him down on the sofa, on his back and swung her leg over his chest, so she straddled his shoulders. "Let's see if you can wield your tongue as well as you do a hammer," she ordered, pushing her messy slit into his face.

"Why in fucking hell didn't you make me fuck you? Do you realize all the fucking I've missed out on in the thirteen years we've been married because you have been too tired, lazy or afraid to demand that I be a wife. 

"C'mon, get that frigging tongue working. Lorenz says he's got more to teach me, but I need to get cleaned up first. Or he can show me on you, he said."

Butch had the same reaction to that threat Jim had. He began to rapidly clean his wife's cunt and ass, ignoring the taste of the residue around the crinkled hole. The rest of the night went the same way it had gone at Jim and Doreen's, except that Marilee wanted a break every hour or so for Butch to exercise his tongue.

When Lorenz left at sunup, after Butch's piss shower, he told Butch the same thing he had told Jim, from now on his prick was useful only to drain his bladder. The stimulus for Butch to get a useless erection also was eating Bitsy, Ron's wife. 

That afternoon, when Doreen got home from work, Dale was sitting on her porch steps. All he had to say, when she approached him, was, "Lorenz sent me." Doreen's face lit up with a huge smile.

When Jim got home from work, he could hear them banging away in the bedroom. He sat at the dining room table and buried his face in his arms, overcome by the knowledge that his actions were responsible for what was happening. 

Some time later, he heard the couple come downstairs. There was a laughing exchange at the door, then Doreen came into the dining room. She bent over to give Jim a kiss. He smelled, then tasted the cum on her lips. He broke the kiss and asked, "Couldn't you at least brush your teeth?"

"Oh, sweetie," she laughed, rubbing noses with him, close enough so he could smell the cum on her breath, "it wouldn't make any difference. You have to clean my pussy before I can start dinner, any how. I can't work with all this cum running down my legs."

About four that afternoon, Millers Department Store was treated to a strange sight. All of the employees were familiar with the owner's daughter, a frequent visitor to the store. But not dressed the way she was that afternoon. 

In high school, she had taken four years of home ec, concentrating in sewing and clothing design. She was a skilled seamstress, and probably could have done custom tailoring if she had wanted to pursue a full time career. 

That morning she had gone into her closet and found a dress to alter. She had removed the bodice, dropping the neckline to reveal an immodest cleavage, and half of the back, along with the sleeves, making a summer church-going dress into a sexy sun dress. 

With no back, she had to let her large breasts go braless. With her newfound sense of fashion and freedom, she decided to also go commando. The dress, a knit, fell over her hips, clinging to her butt, emphasizing her crack. She felt wonderfully wanton in it.

She parked in her reserved spot by the back entrance and walked to her father's office. "Hi, Tammy," she greeted his secretary, calling her classmate by her first name for the first time since the young woman went to work for the store ten years ago. "Dad in?" Tammy blinked at the dress. And again at the use of her name. And a third time at Dad, not Father.

"Uh, Yes, Marilee, I mean..." But Marilee was past the door, which she left wide open.

"Marilee, girl, look at you!" Wade Miller greeted his daughter. "Good lord, what's got into you? You look marvelous."

Outside, Tammy nearly choked on her laughter when she heard the young matron reply, "A cock, Dad. A great, glorious, fucking cock!" By the time Wade got to the door to close it, Tammy had diplomatically disappeared. 

"Dad, I need you to come over to the house tonight. There are some thingggss...we need to discuss." She had almost used the pun, you know the one-about getting something straight...

When Wade left his daughter's house that evening, he thanked whatever cock it was that got into his daughter, and prayed his dead wife wasn't watching. Butch was face up between Marilee's thighs, his tongue drilling into her pussy and ass, accepting that this was now his function and fate.

Lorenz, Nell, and four of his troupe were calling on Ronnie.



Fever Ch. 06



Sorry this has taken so long to complete, but I've been distracted by a willing lady my age. Funny how that activity always seems to get in the way of other creative work. 

As usual, comments are welcome, and if signed, will be acknowledged. Enjoy. Jb7

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(from somewhere in South Central Illinois)

Bitsy was just closing the dishwasher when the doorbell rang. "Ron, can you get that?" she called to her husband. When there was no answer, she mouthed a vulgarity to herself, questioning both Ron's cleanliness and parentage, and hurried to the door. At the same time she opened the door, she turned on the porch light, revealing a small crowd of five men and one woman waiting to be let in.

"Hey, Nell; Lorenz? I thought you were out on the road with that show of yours. I hadn't heard you were back in town already. Who's with you?"

Lorenz answered her, "Good evening, Bitsy. These are some colleagues of mine. We need to talk to Ron, if he's at home."

"He damn well better still be home. C'mon in. I'll see if I can roust him out for you. How are you all enjoying the great weather we're having this week?"

"It has been great, Bits," replied Nell. "How are things going at the restaurant?"

"Slow, but this time of year..." she replied. "Ron, you got company!" she called upstairs.

Upstairs, in the bathroom, Ron Gorwinike jumped when he heard his wife call him. He carefully slid his foreskin back over the third of his glans he had exposed with a lot of pain. Three days ago, Sunday, at daybreak, he had awoken on the floor of the motel room where he had assaulted Nell, naked and alone. 

He remembered opening the door and letting Jim and Butch into the room, then approaching Nell lying on the bed. When he came to, there had been a small pool of blood on the floor under his dick head, and his prick was still so sore he could barely touch it. 

Even worse was the pain when he dressed. With his jockeys on, the pressure was unbearable. Without them, the friction of his pants or boxers rubbing on the head of his dick was just as bad if not worse. When he drove home that day, the only way he could drive was to unzip and pull his dick out through his fly. Thank god it was early Sunday morning and there wasn't any traffic. He drove super cautiously, not wanting to attract any police attention.

During that drive, the swelling and trauma to his corona resulted in extra blood flow to his penis, adding weight and girth. All that weight and girth was resting on the metal zipper teeth of his jeans; resting and rubbing, wearing away tiny pieces of skin, creating an irritation and an abrasion. By the time he got to his driveway, it was oozing blood. 

He had been able to sneak in the house without disturbing his wife. Since then, he had been able to hide the damage from her, but the slowness in healing was beginning to worry him.

"Who in hell would be calling this time of night? It's nearly eight o'clock. Could be Jim or Butch; neither of them seem to have any sense of time when it comes to dropping in." He carefully tucked himself into his pants and zipped them up. "Be right down," he called.

Lorenz paused and had a drink of the beer which had appeared at his side earlier. He thought for several seconds, then continued. "I'm not proud of what I did that night, and truthfully, I may have made a mistake. It went on that night, the next day and into the evening. "Bitsy was worn out and sore. Ron was in pain, both physical and psychological.

"I had increased her sensitivity to pleasure, and increased her ability to withstand pain. Besides that, I had altered her response to pleasure so that when she climaxed, she screamed as if she were in pain. When she was feeling pleasure, beginning to come, she responded by pushing her partner away and yelling "No! No! No!" Whenever she yelled no, Ron experienced a stabbing, squeezing pain in his scrotum; when she came and screamed, it felt as if his rectum was being penetrated by something the size of a beer can, which then disappeared until her next scream so he never got used to the sensation."

Lorenz smiled grimly. "The four members of the troupe who were with me began to use Bitsy after I went round robin on her."

"Round Robin?" asked Erica.

"Mouth, vagina, anus, mouth," replied Lorenz. "However, when the first one finished with her anus, there was already someone using her mouth, so he moved to Ron and forced him to clean a very dirty member. That became part of their routine for the rest of the session. I put a block on the son of a bitch so he couldn't bite anyone in response to his pain.

"I gave Bitsy the power to sustain the erections of Jim and Butch so they could have sex with her, as long as Ron was there to watch them. They each had two nights alone with her, and then they both attended to her two nights a week. Once a month, their wives and lovers of the moment came along. After what I can only assume were massive fuckfests, Ron cleaned them all up.

"That went on for eighteen years. A few weeks after Nell was assaulted, I arranged for my disappearance, and went to live on the farm so I could monitor Ron's progress. I hadn't given him any choice about raising the child, whom they called Sonny.

"It appeared that Ron had taken an interest in the boy. They spent quite a lot of time together after Sonny entered school. I should have monitored them more closely. He became a bully; and worse, it was psychological bullying in addition to physical bullying. He was a large child, as Kirk can tell you. Around adults and authorities, teachers, etc, he was polite and seemingly obedient and helpful. Away from them, he was everything but. Except sexually. 

"Ron was able to instill a contemptuous attitude toward women in the lad, which combined with his tendency to manipulate and bully weaker individuals, eventually led to the transgressions which necessitated Kirk's intercession.

"Nell chanced upon what I believe was his first attempt. She was running along a track in the park in the town and heard a young woman's shout cut off. When she investigated, she found Sonny and the woman struggling. When she tried to intercede, Sonny blasted her with the same energy bolt he tried to use on Kirk and Erica. Because Nell was not expecting anything, she was caught unawares and rendered unconscious. 

"Sonny must have thought she was dead because he fled the area and ran to Center City where he obtained a job with one of the colleges tending the golf course. Using his mental powers, he talked his supervisor into letting him move into a little used shed on the grounds until he found a place to live. As we discovered, it became his base of operations.

"We discovered his mentalist powers are minimal, but, in the wrong hands, dangerous. He had the power of occlusion, the power to confuse the targeted individual. In him it ranged from the minimal expression he used to trap his victims to the mind blast with which he assaulted Nell. It can be fatal. 

"He also either was born with, or developed the ability to hypnotize, which he used to terrorize his victims, and program them for future subjugation, either by himself or by his ally, his father, Ron.

"His father learned about the assault on Nell and guessed where his son would go. He followed him, and when he located Sonny, essentially coached him in his assaults and post assault programming. I learned it was his plan to locate the girls after Sonny prepared them, and using the post hypnotic programming, prostitute them. Needless to say, that won't be happening; both Ron and Sonny have been 'neutralized,' permanently."

Kirk spoke up. "Besides taking care of Ron and Sonny, we located the girls who had been assaulted and, after explaining what had happened to them, either deprogrammed them, or changed the programming according to their wishes. Two of the four decided to keep the enhanced sensitivity, but wanted their triggers under their own control. 

"The other two asked that, as much as possible, we return them to their pre-assault condition. With the exception of totally erasing the memory, and, in one case, restoring some tissue, we did that.

"I did some brief, intensive therapy with the four girls, both individual and group, to help them deal with the rape. With the mutual support they can provide each other, they should all be okay."

Meg broke in, "How is Nell handling this, Lorenz?"

"She has recovered from Sonny's physical assault on her, and recognizes she had no role in his actions after that. She has been questioning whether or not she should have abandoned him to Ron and Bitsy to raise. She acknowledges she was not the one to raise him, but thinks he might have turned out differently if she had been a presence in his life."

Tiffany spoke, "You said Ron and Sonny were neutralized. What does that mean?"

Kirk answered, "They were given a psychic prefrontal lobotomy."

"A psychic lobotomy?"

"That's right."

"Are you going to tell us any more than that?"

"Do we really need to?" Tiffany and Mary shook their heads, looking at each other, then at Kirk. He looked at Lorenz. "How long will you and Eva be staying?"

"I need to go to NYC for a week or so. I have to be there Tuesday, the fourth. Erica can come with me and I will arrange her entrance into Princeton while we are there. I assume Eva can stay with you until I return."

"Of course. Will you be traveling conventionally? A four hour drive will put you in the heart of Manhattan. Given security these days, and the cab ride, it takes almost as long to go by plane. 

"What ever you decide, you're welcome to stay here until you leave. We can shuffle bedrooms and double up as needed to make everyone comfortable."

Tiffany laughed. "Vanilla boy, you leave that to the women folk. We been arranging your accommodations for over a year, and we'll keep on arranging them as long as you behave. Now, Lorenz, Eva, Erica, and you, Kirk, have you had supper? Does anyone need something to eat or drink?"

Both Erica and Eva nodded, chorusing, "I could eat a bit of something." They looked at each other and laughed. Lorenz nodded and requested a bourbon and soda; Kirk asked for a beer.

While Tiffany and Mary saw to the eats, Lorenz chatted with Meg, filling in details he had glossed over in his recounting of his life. Kirk was talking with Erica and Eva, getting to know the young women. Tiffany brought in the drinks the visitors had requested and told Lorenz he would be sleeping in her room. "Why, thank you, Tiffany," he replied, "but I don't want to put you out of your room. I can sleep here on the sofa."

"Nobody said you'd be putting me out of my room. Just that you'd be spending the night there." 

Lorenz grinned. "Thank you. I look forward to..."

"'Nuff said, Vanilla man. No need to advertise; I can get noisy."

Kirk was aware of the interchange and felt a pang of jealousy, then laughed at himself. He and Tiffany had been close since she had appeared at his office, and had produced a son, a result of their mating when he had awakened from a coma caused by the late emergence of his powers. He realized he had no claim on her or her affections. If she chose to share her body with someone else, it was her body and her right. 

He felt a hand on his knee, then another one on the other knee. He turned to look at the two young women sitting on either side of him and saw a pair of dazzling smiles and four smouldering eyes. Across the room, Mary was asking, "Tiff, is your bed big enough for three? If not, mine is."

Meg interjected, "Or, Lorenz, if you just want to get some rest..."

"Thank you, Megan. I think tonight, that might be a good idea. These old bones need a bit of a rest after all our bouncing around. Tiffany, Mary, may I join you tomorrow night?"

"Anytime you want," said Tiffany with a grin. "Well, Mary, I guess it's just us girls tonight. It looks like Kirk has himself a couple of handfuls."

"Could be worse, Tiff. We might have got stuck with his boss."

Kirk laughed and put his arm around the two women sitting at his side. He slid his hands down their sides until each had a handful of cheek. With a grin, he said, "As long as you folks are all set then, we'll see you in the morning. Lorenz, knowing Mom, don't bet on getting a lot of rest tonight. Even with less than a month until her delivery date, she'll look for a way to..."

"Kirk!" exclaimed Meg. "Quiet! Some secrets..."

"'Nuff said, Mom. Good night all." With that he levitated Erica and Eva and carried them upstairs as they giggled over the ride. As they entered his bedroom, all of their clothing disappeared, eliciting more giggles.

"You should have seen what he did to me the first day we met," said Erica, looking at Eva. "He teleported us back to my apartment, then stripped me and wrapped me up in a sheet so I couldn't move, not even to use the loo."

"You didn't?"

"It wasn't quite like that, and I took care of her toilet needs before we got down to business." He began to use his telekinetic skills to manipulate their clits, without warning them.

"What..." started Erica.

"How..." said Eva at the same time.

"Shhh," hushed Kirk, moving the two girls together so their legs interlaced, quims together. He moved his right hand so his thumb was in Eva's pussy; his middle finger, in Erica; his forefinger, between them, in position to caress their clits at the same time. He took control of their sensual centers and made it feel like their vaginal shafts were full. Slowly, he began to stimulate their clitoral hoods, coaxing the little pleasure buds to erect and emerge.

As the women's arousal increased, he moved them closer together, increasing the pressure on their buds. They embraced and hungrily locked lips, tongues wrangling with passion in the joined space. Kirk added the sensation of their shafts expanding, as if the prick inside them was growing. Moans of pleasure and lust filled the room.

As they built toward their mutual climax, Kirk added anal stimulation to the mix they were experiencing. Both felt as if both apertures were being stretched to their maximum while the stimulation from his finger was whipping back and forth on increasingly sensitive bundles of nerves. Only the fact that Kirk had silenced their voices kept the resulting orgasms from being heard across the street.

He lowered them to his bed and withdrew his hand. The two women separated, lying on their backs, breathing heavily. Kirk joined them on the bed, moving between Erica's legs. "Not yet, Kirk; I need to recover a bit." He looked to Eva.

"Me, too. You damn near wore me out. Lie down between us and relax a minute. Just let your mind go."

He did as she suggested. Lying there with his eyes closed, he felt Eva shift on the bed. He felt a warm moistness engulf his cock; then tiny flicks of sensation began to cover the head of his manhood. Then he felt Erica move and a similar warmth enveloped, first, one of his balls, then the other. 

The little flicks started moving down his shaft and turned to lip nips, and, as they approached his pubes, tiny bites which continued as they traveled back up the shaft, finally softly caressing his glans with the mini bites. He groaned as he felt the familiar tickle in the back of his thighs. "Eva, I'm gonna come," he muttered.

"That's fine, Kirk," he heard her say into his ear, as he exploded into the air, understanding at that moment that she had mentally stimulated him, the mental equivalent of a hand job. He had not even been aware of her in his mind, the first time anyone had been there since his first mating with his mother when he got home from the hospital.

He felt his bed mates shift again. He opened his eyes and saw them moving; Erica, to lick up his spend from his stomach; Eva, to straddle his hips, taking his member into her lady. "Did you enjoy that, brother?" She lowered herself onto his shaft. "Mmm, nice; as nice as our father's. Not quite as long, but thicker."

She began to move slowly up and down. "Nngh! No, don't move; let me do it alone for a little bit, until I get used to your size. I need to get a sense of how deep I can go. 

"You just relax. Let us women do the work. You and Lorenz have been busy saving our asses; let us reward you. Tonight, we can pleasure your sexual appetite; tomorrow, we'll take care of your belly. Right, Erica?"

"Sounds good to me, providing you leave some life in that rod you're riding. If you don't, you'll be cooking alone," she grinned. Eva grinned back.

"Don't worry. If he's like his father, he'll be able to keep it up all night. Some of the stories my Mom and Gramma told me about him...I could hardly wait until my eighteenth birthday. 

"I scanned the other women to see what Kirk was like and would like. I could hardly keep from blushing," she laughed.

"Okay, Kirk; I'm ready to ride. Fuck me, now." She lay down on his chest, her legs gripping his hips. He levitated them, then turned them over and returned to the bed where he did as she instructed. 

He began to move inside Eva, long, slow strokes to start. He became aware of her presence in his perception centers as she linked to his touch, vision, smell and taste centers. He also sensed the presence of another woman as they were completed. He looked at Erica, her face a portrait of aroused puzzlement as she became aware of the links made in her brain.

His strokes became shorter, faster, harder. Erica began to make sounds, "uh uh uh oh oh uh unh unh ohhh yes oh yes god ohmigod yes oh uhn ah ah ah yes don't stop harder un ah oh unh un hu nh oh god oh god oh god." He saw her go rigid as she hit the precipice of orgasm. A second later she collapsed; her hips thrusting into the air. 

He felt Eva's shaft walls grip him as she followed Erica over the precipice and came with her. An instant later, he was aware of the roiling in his balls and the sudden release of pressure as his sperm made their way down their path into Eva to search out her gametes and create a new life. When his spasms had finished, he collapsed on her chest, breathing heavily.

"My god, that was intense," he gasped out.

"Ain't that the effing truth," replied Erica. "What in hell did you do, Eva?"

"While Lorenz was away taking care of Sonny, my Mom and Gramma and I were fooling around a bit, just girl stuff, you know? I heard Mom in my head telling me to keep quiet, then I felt the connections being made. When she started to pleasure Gram, I could feel everything she was doing. I tried to hook up with Gran. She felt it and guided me to the proper areas, not knowing I was connected to Mom. 

"When they came, god, it was like a shower room we squirted so much. And every time one of us laughed for the next few minutes, we all came again. It took us nearly half an hour to calm down. I can't wait to try it on Lorenz."

Kirk grinned. "As curious as I am, I'll wait for you two to tell me about it. First, tell me how you do it. I want to try it with the other women. Could I hook us all up?"

"I don't see why not. You just..."

Saturday, the first of September, Kirk drove Lorenz and Erica to the airport in Syracuse. They would be flying into Kennedy Airport just around the dinner hour. Lorenz had arranged to stay with old members of his troupe, controlling their shock at his Lazarus-like recovery. His appointment with the Federal agents had been pushed back several days. He planned to use the time to get Erica admitted and settled.

Kirk felt uneasy. "You're sure you've got everything you need? Someone's meeting you at Kennedy? You've got the appointment for Erica? Call when you get there, and whenever you have news. That goes for you, too, Lorenz. Keep us posted, even if nothing's happening. Something doesn't feel right. I haven't felt this unsettled since just before I heard you scream," he said, looking at the young woman.




Fever Ch. 06



Cadaceus 

"You're not going to get her. She won't come," Falomi stated, trying hard to thwart my plans. I smiled at him. "You and I both know that's a lie. She'll come because she loves you. She'll do what ever it takes to prove to you her loyalty and to set you free." I'd listened in amusement as Falomi attempted waivering my thoughts on the situation. 

He and I both new that his daughter at any moment would be here, however, he continued to pretend otherwise. 

I knew it was hard for him to accept the fact that there was no bartering here. I'd waited more than two hundred years for Ayanna, my little flower and there was nothing he could do to change my mind regarding her. She was who I wanted and she was who I would get. 

Flickering my eyes toward the front door, a smile captured my features. "She's here." There was so much I wanted to do with Ayanna, that I litterally couldn't wait to sink my teeth into her. Cruel wouldn't begin to describe the words she'd vociferously blast off. 

"Let go of my father." She commanded.

"Please..." I stated, turning my features to her as she walked toward her father. She ignored my correction and turned to him, "Father, are you alright?" 

He gave a small smile at her, not speaking. She turned to me. "What'd you do to him?"

I shook my head, "You didn't think I would make it that easy for you to just waltz in here did you?"

"I'm not going to leave."

"I've taken careful procedures to ensure that you don't."

"Obviously." My expression turning disdainful, the first thing I'd do was make sure she knew and understood when to speak and when not to speak, however, for now, I'd let her say her good byes.

Ayanna:

"Goodbye father." I whispered, tears in my eyes. 

He glanced up at Cadecaus and I knew instantly what he was thinking. Grasping his shoulder, " No, Abbi."

My father stilled where he was, glancing down upon me. "Ayanna."

"Go." I stated, my tone surprisingly strong. He didn't seem to be able to move.

"Go." I stated again, this time tears rolling down my cheeks. "I love you father, I always will." I spoke in our native tongue. 

As my father swiped the tears, he held me tightly, until he could no longer delay the inevitable. I watched as he disappeared, sure that I'd never see him again. As soon as he was gone, I felt a shift in the atmosphere and I heard Caduceus command, "Dinner will be ready at five, do not be late." Turning away, he called in a woman named Mayra and spoke quietly, yet loud enough for me to hear, "Please escort Ayanna to her room, I have some business to attend to. 

"Make sure that what ever she need is provided for. I will later send in a maiden to help dress you properly." As I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, anxiety cloaked throughout my entire body, I felt the final traces of my old life, memories with my father disipate. 

When Mayra showed herself, I looked upon the face of a woman who seemed serious in every sense of the word. She was the type of woman who's lips pursed when she wasn't speaking and every word that she did say was clipped. I observed sky blue eyes and thin yet brown hair that was twisted up into a bun. 

Her skin was extremely pale and the way she dressed spoke of her occupation; a knit blue sweater with a Cotton knee length skirt and sandal flats. What was most intriguing was that she was human. 

This I could tell by her scent, which filled my nostrils. A salty yet sweet smell. Her eyes were glossed as if she was in a trance. That's when my gaze lowered to her kneck, where I noticed the puncture wounds there. 

As she walked past me and instructed that I follow her, we walked out of the living room and I noticed a hallway in which several rooms were closed off from the rest of the house. I knew instinctively not to inquire beyond where I was. 

Flickering my gaze away from the hall, I continued to walk straight through to the kitchen, which was modernized with pots and pans hanging from every angle of the ceiling. A steel stove top oven was in the middle of the room with counter tops equal to that in color. 

Everything in the room was stainless steel. I noticed no table was anywhere inside. I knew that there must have been a dining area. From the kitchen, we went through another door, where a long table was sitting and beyond that a door. As Mayra went toward the door, I stopped and questioned, "My room is in the basement?"

Mayra nodded, "Yes, Ms. Ayanna, it is." She stated.

"I'm already treated like a slave." I stated to no one in particular. Mayra flickered a light on as we walked down the stairs. I was baffled into silence as the light flickered on and continued down a long hallway, of several doors. 

As we came upon them, I noticed there were no windows to allow you to look into any of these rooms. The doors allowed no light to filter into beyond them as the bottoms were insulated to most likely keep out sound and light. 

I felt goose bumps cross my arms as we stopped at one on the right, fourth door down from the hall. Mayra pulled a key out, opened it and I went inside. 

Surprisingly enough, light flooded the small space immediately. Sensors. Glancing around, I noticed the area was big enough to fit a cot and dresser inside. 

I glanced around at the cement wall and for a second thought of ripping out Mayra's juggler and just disappearing, but knew I couldn't. It would only cause a retaliation, one that would most likely lead to the death of my father. 

As I sat down on the bed, I listened at the sound of the door closing behind me. 

~~

I knew that although he hadn't called me up yet, he would soon enough and what ever I would be required to do, there would be no talking back, no questioning, no denying him of anything he sought for himself. What Caduceus wanted, was what he got. 

I hadn't thought about what he'd want to do with me. I knew he definitely wanted me to service him, but for what and how I wasn't sure. I'd learned from my mother before her death that he had been in love with her mother. 

She'd suspected that her mother had been in love with him, but what I couldn't understand is where did I fit into that picture. 

My grandmother and I were as different as night and day, including our size. She had been tall and slender. I was a little over five six with a bigger build. 

She was the mellow one who found joy in serving others and compliments of a tender heart. Me, on the other hand, I hate serving others. I'm only kind to my father and those who deserve it, but most of all, I hate Caduceus with a passion. 

I hated him to the very depths of my soul. Especially since he'd taken my mother from me. My father and I had to burn everything from our old life the morning we left, including my mother. 

We couldn't even give her a proper burial for fear that it would be dug up. We wanted no trace of us to exist, that way if Caduceus had shown up, he wouldn't be able to find us. 

We left our homeland for Egypt, where we were able to find all literature that we could on vampires. We spent a good seven years there before leaving Egypt for South East Africa. 

We ended up in Ghana where we stayed until war became so horrible, that we couldn't bare to stay there any longer. 

From there, we'd headed to America. We'd landed on Liberty Island. Looking up at the statue, I for some reason was expecting the place to be free, to be equal. However, once we'd been welcomed into the states, it was shocking to find out that the black people here were not treated any better than they had been in our homeland. 

For years, my father and I watched many, many of our kind perish in this nation. It became so brutal that we were tempted to leave the U.S. But then my father suggested that we move to the midwest, that it would be better here for us. 

There would be work, more of our kind sustaining jobs and getting better opportunities. We left and ended up in Chicago. Because it was a place I'd come to love over the years, it was difficult to leave. 

There had been so many negro start up businesses during our arrival; some that even we had been able to entrepreneur on our own. I decided to go to school for theatre arts, but that proved to be an awful venture. 

I couldn't concentrate long enough to keep my head in my studies. All I could think about was the revenge I'd wanted to exact on Caduceus, so dad suggested I drop out until I was able to execute my revenge. 

The problem with that is the one chance I should have had never came and instead I found myself traded for my father. As I continued to deliberate what would happen to me, I felt the thumping in my heart turn from panic to dread as I heard the door open from the top of the cellar stairs and Mayra's footsteps ascend.

~~

Three days later

Caduceus:

"Go and retrieve Ayanna for me, Mayra." I stated to my house maid. 

"Yes, sir." 

"If you have any trouble with her, please send for me at once."

"Yes, sir." She stated, going toward the door that led to the cellar. I had left Ayanna to herself for three days, ensuring that she'd have enough time to adjust to her life here. 

I also didn't want to risk her trying to leave when I wasn't around after I had left town for a business meeting with a client of mine in Indonisia. 

I owned several shipping companies across international boarders and my clientale often had specific ideas on the type of orders they wanted, and in order for these orders to be filled I often met with them on my own, since I was the only one I trusted to set up new transactions. 

Once all of the arrangements were made, employees would manage the orders and their size. Going to my room, I went to one of two dressers and opened its bottom drawer. Grabbing out a night gown, I pushed the drawer in and grabbed a pair of women's cotton underwear. 

A malicious smile appeared on my face, as I thought of the many plans I had for Ayanna. When I heard Mayra's footsteps on the stair entrance I turned around and made my way to Ayanna, giving my first command, I stated. " First things first, a shower is in order." She glanced over at me, her eyes cold, "I can't believe you left me in that cellar for three days." I allowed my eyes to find hers, "I had my reasons."

"I'm sure you had a perfectly sound explanation for treating me like a prisoner."

I narrowed my eyes, "Do not speak to me in that tone of voice."

"You're a cold, heartless bastard, you know." 

Reaching out, I landed a slap across her face, "Second, you will not adress me unless I speak to you first." 

As I expected, Ayanna reached out to grab me and swiftly, I switched positions, standing behind her and grasping her by her neck. "Third, any order given to you, you will execute without question. Is that clear?" I listened as she attempted to breath while clawing at my hand. "Are we clear?" She clawed harder as more pressure was applied to her throat, "I said are we clear?" She nodded. I immediately released her and threw her to the floor. 

I watched as she grasped her neck and sucked in as much air as she could. Upon releasing her, I dropped the night gown and underwear next to her on the floor. "First a bath and then dinner."

I could imagine the many thoughts going through her mind as I gave out this order before leaving.

~~

Tavis:

I sat in my room sullen, not really enjoying my party, especially since I couldn't get a hold of Ayanna and there fore hadn't had the chance to introduce her to my parents and my friends. I hadn't heard from or spoken to her since the day she'd called out to me from her home and this had me a little antsy. 

I couldn't explain it but something inside of me longed to hear her voice, see her face, communicate with her. Even though she and I hadn't known each other that long, we had a bond, a connection that had felt strong, real. 

A connection that I knew meant something. 

Flickering my gaze up to the ceiling I groaned and turned over on my stomach, burying my head into my pillow. I must have stayed that way for a good ten minutes before a knock came to my door and without waiting for a reply, Stefan came into the room. 

"Hey, what are you doing up here when your party's down stairs?"

"I just want to be alone right now." I stated, my tone dead even to my own ears. 

"That's not typical. You seem like you're going through something serious. Want to talk about it?"

My shoulders shrugged showing despondence.How did he always manage to get to the nitty gritty of things?

"I've known you since you were two years old Tavis, that's how."

I sighed and turned to glance over at him. "Can you please not do that, it's a little disturbing."

"What, the little vampire boy is afraid of my being able to read his thoughts?" 

I laughed at this and shrugged, "I'm not a vampire."

"Yet anyway, your mother said you can be turned once you hit eighteen."

I tried to imagine myself at eighteen. 

This was hard to do. Again, an image of Ayanna flashed in my mind. When I tried to imagine my future I would see her face. It was as if she was my future.

"But I can tell that this isn't about your future. It's about something more,"

I shrugged my shoulders. 

"What's bothering you son?"

"Nothing." I sighed and turned over, facing the ceiling now.

"Are you sure? I have pretty good listening ears."

"I know." 

"Ok, I'll be here when you are ready." I listened as he left the room. 

I closed my eyes and thought what an awful party. I knew that if I wasn't downstairs in five minutes mom would come after me, especially since I'd been incognito for twenty minutes now. 

~~

"Your dad lives in Bolivia."

"Oh yeah?" 

Denver nodded, his eyes locked on mine. We were in an office with all type of Tech equipment. He'd gotten on one of three computers and typed in my dad's name. Oden Cooper had retired to Bolvia after contracting work with a company named WINDEX. "I would like to see him." I told Denver.

Denver glanced over at me. "That's not possible."

"Why not?"

"First off, I don't know any information regarding where he's living. Second, he doesn't even know that you've found your way here."

I narrowed my brows irritated, "I know and it's about time he did. I have questions that he needs to answer, so I'm going to give you a time to contact him and if that doesn't happen, I'll find him myself. My mom's husband has contacts all over the world and if needed be, I'll ask them."

"Olivia, I may be nice, but not that nice for you to try and force your hand regarding the matter. I believe that if your father was interested in your life and what was going on, he wouldn't have went away all of that time."

I scowled at him, "I'm going to pretend like I didn't hear that. Two days and that's it, if not I'll do it myself." Turning away from him, I made my way out of the small room and back toward the main hallways where I'd eventually take my exit at the front door. 

~~

"She's quite sassy." Denver stated to his boss.

Oden Cooper nodded, a smile on his face. "Just like her mother. Odilia has a ferociousness about her that's admirable."

"Oh really?"

"Yes, so if you're thinking of my daughter in romantic terms just know that she's not going to be simple at best." Denver didn't realize his body language was that readable.

Denver sighed, "I've dealt with worse, besides, she's probably not as interested in me as you think."

Oden sighed, putting a hand on Denver's shoulder, "Perhaps it's you who is mistaken."

Denver glanced up at Oden. Most fathers would do what ever it took to keep their little girl away from the opposite sex at her age, however, he was practically handing her to him. 

"One thing about Olivia, the harder things get, the more she fights."

"I suppose she gets that from her mother." Denver stated.

Oden shook his head, "Yeah, switch to the outside camera." As he did, they watched Olivia move from the stairwell. "Send the boys in now."

Denver grabbed the walkie talkie at his hip, "Chip, Aden, you're up."

Oden watched as Olivia continued to walk down the path away from the building, toward the grounds. He watched the two guys come from the lair underground and walk up toward the path leading toward the property, "I almost feel bad for them." Denver stated. 

"Is she really able to fight?" Oden inquired. 

"Watch and see."

~ ~

I was mad, with a capital M. Of all things Denver could have done, to deny me access to my very own father was the worst. I couldn't believe he suggested that my own dad didn't care about me. How was I supposed to know about this Hunter thing if he didn't tell me? 

As if this day could get any worse. Putting my hand up to my forehead, I let out a frustrated sigh. I wasn't ready to reveal to mom or the bloodsucker what I was up to yet. 

I doubt that mom would want to let me participate. Everything I asked her lead to a no. I couldn't even tie my own shoe without her approval, so I knew that as I left the grounds, I could most likely forget about being a hunter. It wasn't going to happen. 

"Well isn't she cute, Chip." 

"She's a tall cup of cuteness."

"Think we can take her?" 

"Piece of cake." 

I rolled my eyes, "Guys before you decide you want to go there with me, I just want to say that I'm not having a good day nor am I in a good mood." My gaze went up to focus on two guys a little older than me. Both tall, muscular and hard looking. 

One had a cut above his eye brow. A round face with high cheekbones. He slanted eyes spoke of Japanese heritage. The other guy was a little darker than I with straight hair. He looked like a story book adaptation of an Indian from India. 

"What do you have in that bag?" 

I grasped my bag closer to me. It had a few weapons native to the tribe that my mom belonged to. As a matter of fact, the daggers I had in here were hers and well, I didn't plan on loosing them.

"What's in here has nothing concerning you. I'm going home. Go find someone else to pick on."

"You can leave after we get a look at what's in the bag." 

I sighed, "Ok, I see you want to do this the hard way." Pulling my bag straps over my shoulder, I took a Karate stance. One guy came at me first, throwing a right hook at my face. I moved aside, connecting my knee with his chest. As it did, I felt a pull of my hair from behind me, pulling me down to the ground. "Maybe the bag's not the only thing I want." The guy who'd grabbed my hair spoke. 

He was about to stomp into my stomach with his boot, but I rolled to the left, away from his foot. As his foot hit the ground, I jumped up, and rammed my left fist into his back. He stumbled forward and I knocked him to the ground with a kick to the back. 

As I turned the other guy came at me. I caught his arms into my hand and kicked him hard in the stomach, knocking him down to the ground. As I did the other guy who'd gotten up, came at me, and tried to hit me in the face. I pulled my body away from him, taking my foot and connecting it with his right thigh. I heard the hardness of the kick as he grabbed his thigh. Making a fist, I watched as it connected with his nose, breaking it, sure to break the nasal bone. 

I felt a kick to the back of my knee, forcing me to the ground. "Damnit," I swore, feeling my knee hit the ground and pain sear through it. As it did however, I turned over off that knee and onto my back. As I did the second guy came toward me to grab my shoulders. 

I took my hands and knocked his arms away from me. I felt it as his chest connected with my knees. He gasped. Quickly my hand went to the side of his head and hit hard, knocking him unconscious. 

I rolled him off me and exhaled sharply. Glancing down at my watch, I thought for sure I'd be in trouble if my mom knew I'd left. The only reason I'd gotten away with it for today was the fact that she was busy working with Tavis and his guest, so I doubt that she'd notice I was gone for the hour I had been. Glancing back, I yelled, "You idiots." At that I took off and ran toward home.




Fever Ch. 06



~~

"Five minutes. It took her five minutes to get the two of the best fighters we have on the ground." Oden nodded to Denver's factual statement. "I will go talk to her parents myself." 

Denver turned to him, "If she can fight like that, can you imagine what they can do? You are a stranger to them."

"Odilia knows me."

"She hasn't seen you since her son was born Oden. I'm sure you've changed in eleven years." Oden glanced over at him, "Not really."

"How do you know she'll say yes?"

"I don't, but how will I know if we never try?" 

Oden turned his attention back to the young boys who were now just starting to get up. Chip and Aden were at the highest level in their group of fourteen year old freshmen and she'd beat them without breaking a sweat. 

He was interested in her level of expertise with fighting. As he thought of this, he wondered about Tavis and where his interests lie.

~~

By the time I made it home, I was out of breath, shaking and my knees were in a depth of pain. I think that guy may have knocked my knee out of place or something because that was how harsh the pain was that went through it. I opened the door and made my way inside. 

"I'm not going to ask you where you were, just go upstairs to your room and wash up, be down in twenty minutes. No later." My mother stated, standing there with a cake and package of candles in her hand. I nodded and without argument went to my room. 

Once there, I threw my bag into a corner and flopped down on my bed, letting up off the painful knee. It was when I realized that this fight although quick had taken most of my energy. 

I could barely breath, feeling as if I would kill over at any minute. Those boys hit really hard and I felt the aches that went through my body as if I'd just battled four people instead of two. A grin captured my face as I whispered to myself, "And I still won." 

~~

Falomi had been watching them. They hadn't noticed that he'd been in the tree; the very same one that Ayanna frequented on her visits; watching, learning their habits, learning more about them as he decided whether or not he should inquire their help. 

He understood that should he approach them, there was a strong possibility they'd turn him down. They didn't know him and he wasn't sure if Ayanna had met the family's acquaintance. All he knew was that she talked of the young boy. Stating 

that when he'd become of age, they would mate. 

How that would occur, he didn't know since his wife Candace had passed on into the next life and a mate he wasn't looking for. 

Clearing his throat, he watched with paculiar interest as a young girl came up the pathway, to the front door. She was limping a bit and muttering to herself. He watched as she unlocked the door, opened it and rushed into the house. 

After a good ten minutes, he'd finally worked up the courage to try and speak to the Gregoires. Jumping out of the tree, he was about to make my way to the door, when he felt a shove into his back, knocking him to the ground. He felt the force of a steel toed boot jarring in his back, "Who are you and what is your purpose here?" A voice yelled. As it did, he heard the front door open, "Excuse me, but tresspassers aren't allowed on this property. Stefan..." I heard a female voice yell.

"Who are you?" he inquired to the one applying pressure into his back. 

"Don't worry about that, you're the one with the boot in your back."

He could feel the pressure intensify in his arm as the person continued to hold it away from his side and up toward my shoulder. The pressure was so intense that he almost blacked out.

"What is it sweetheart?" A male voice inquired, his accent thick.

"Hello Odilia." This torturer spoke to the lady who'd run outside. Falomi heard a gasp as the lady recognized the person whose foot brought unspeakable pain to him. It was then he became dizzy, finally giving out, his head falling to the ground.

~~

"Oh my God. I can't believe..." Oden watched with peculiar interest as Odilia nudged his shoulder with her hand. "This is..." She poked him again. "Where...How..." She stuttered as she stared at him, her brown eyes ablazed with shock. 

"Who is this young man?" Stefan inquired, his eyes on their guest. 

While he understood that the young man wasn't from here, he didn't know if he was dangerous, an enemy of sorts. It was amazing how many problems could reveal themselves in one day. First Olivia, then her father, whom Odilia pondered on whether or not he was a ghost and last this young man, who'd been for some reason, stalking their property for the past two days. 

Most thought Stefan wasn't aware of occurances, but he kept a close eye on everything and everyone that entered within the boundaries of the home. The young man had a short faded cut, long sleeve shirt and a black overcoat covering his clothing. He dressed as one of old fashion, so Stefan definitely could see that he was more than fifty years old. 

"I can't believe..." Odilia just stared at Oden, not believing her eyes. The very same man who'd left his family was standing at her door. The very same man that had walked out on two children and a wife was here. HERE. She stared at him, not sure whether she should be angry or relieved to see that he was alive. 

Under normal circumstances she would have been angry, but seeing as how she wasn't human and Stefan took extreme care of Olivia and Tavis, she'd given up that anger seven years ago. 

Staring him in the face, she couldn't believe how much he hadn't changed, how his tall dark skinned frame was still finely tuned with muscles. He'd grown in facial hair around his jawline, and upper lip. Even his eyes still maintained a dark brooding look. 

As if on cue, the young man who'd been under Oden's boot awoke and slowly began to arise from the slumber he'd been in. Oden had sadated the young man, the instant he'd moved from the tree. Falomi's eyes opened and he pulled himself up, aligning his upper body with lower. They watched as he arose to his feet. Oden said, "Easy, Fellow, you're still a little drowsy." His English Accent was soft. 

The same accent that had impressed Odilia over a decade ago, did nothing for her now. There was no spark, no pulse rhythm, not even a sweat as she listened to him speak. She couldn't believe she felt absolutely nothing regarding him. Not even an ounce of anger.

LOVE, DO YOU NEED TO EXCUSE YOURSELF? Stepfan's voice intruded into her mind.

No, I'm fine.

Are you sure?

I said I'm fine. I just am curious as to where he's been over the last decade.

Stefan nodded,drawing his attention back to their visitor. 

"My name is Falomi Ogduwe. I have come to request the assistance of Stefan Gregoire." The young man spoke to Stefan. 

"What is it that you would like my assistance in?" 

It's my daughter, Ayanna Ogduwe. She's being held captive by Caduceus Pontius in Main Port Iowa and I believe if we don't get to her soon, they will be gone."

Stefan cleared his throat. "I'm sorry Mr. Ogduwe but I am not allowed to permit a rescue without it somehow involving my clan, which means I am unable to act on behalf of anyone outside the Clan I reside in." Stefan stated.

Falomi nodded his head, agreeing. "I respect and understand that, however, my Ayanna is connected to your tribe in her own right."

Stefan drew a deep breath. The one thing he'd neglected to tell Odilia about the clan they belonged to was that often times they were asked to battle on behalf of others. 

However, hearing Mr. Ogduwe announce that his daughter would somehow be of their clan was a little absured considering the fact that she'd already belonged to one, that he was sure of. 

"Please, Mr. Gregoire, My Ayanna is connected to your son." This caused Stefan to pause and Oden, Tavis' real father to object, "Tavis belongs to my Lineage."

"You weren't thinking about your lineage when you abandoned us, so as far as I'm concerned, Tavis is not your lineage and neither is Olivia." 

Oden turned hard eyes on Odilia, "Whether you like it or not, Tavis and Olivia are both mine and I have a right to say so."

"Oh please... That right was revoked the moment you walked out of their lives."

"Their lives? I walked away from you, not them."

Odilia's eyes became so fired up that the flecks of hazel in them turned gold. Baring her fangs, she seethed, "I suppose that explains why they haven't seen you in over a decade, right?"

Oden's eyes flashed in response. "I did what I felt was best."

"And your best revoked your parenting previleges."

"I came to talk to you about them, in particular Olivia." 

"I don't want to talk to you," Odilia stated, turning her attention away from him. It was ironic how a simple argument could bring about unpleasant feelings. 

She could feel the room starting to spin, due to her being upset.

"Oden, we don't want any trouble and if that's what you're bringing here, then you may as well leave now." 

Oden grinded his teeth together, "I haven't the slightest clue how you put up with a woman like her, she's absolutely insufferable." His accent leant itself to a bitter tone. 

Stefan flickered his gaze to him, "Do not come into my home and insult my wife. Now that I won't stand for. You can either act civil or I will not grant you an audience."

Oden nodded, "I apologize but the matter I came to discuss has to do with Olivia."

"Odilia, will you please escort Oden here to the drawing room? I will be there shortly."

"Stefan..." His gaze turned to his wife, eyes flashing silver, "I'm not requesting but demanding."

Odilia pursed her lips closed and cleared her throat, "This way Oden." With that, she turned and walked out of the common area, toward the draw room located in the living room area, next to it.

~~

"Mr. Ogduwe, I appreciate you coming out here to inquire our help, that's a brave venture, however, I am obliged to decline your inquiry."

Mr. Gregoire, please. 

This is an urgent matter. My daughter will one day be your daughter. This she has confirmed on more than one occasion. I'm sure your son can validate what I am saying."

Stefan shook his head disagreeably, "No, Tavis will not know of this visit."

"Dad..." Tavis' voice was heard from behind him. Stefan turned around, his expression surprised, "Tavis, this does not concern you."

"Yes it does." He stated, "If Ayanna is in trouble, I want to be there to help." 

"You are eleven years old, what can you do to an old vampire?" Stefan wanted to know?" 

"You know I can fight, you know I can."

Stefan ran a hand through his hair feeling the tension begin. "I know but it's not our matter."

"Remember the girl you asked me about when I was upstairs to my room?" 

"Yes."

"Ayanna is her. I just didn't want to say anything."

Stefan's head titled to the left. "Who the girl you have a crush on?" 

Tavis nodded. "Please dad..."

Stefan was adamant in his decision, "Your mother would not like it if I put you in that type of danger. I'm sorry son, but this is not our battle." Turning to Falomi, he held out his hand. "I'm terribly sorry about inconviencing you but we cannot intrude on your behalf."

"Even if she is your son's mate?" 

Stefan nodded his head, "Even if she is his mate. You will have to work this out on your own accord." 

For the first time since he'd known Tavis, Stefan never knew him to just be quiet. He either objected or agreed. However on this occasion, Tavis didn't speak, just turned and walked upstairs to his room. 

Falomi exhaled softly and tipped his hat to Stefan, "Thank you for atleast hearing me out." With this, he walked out of the room, toward the front door, not looking back. He would do what he had to do on his own then, without help.

~~

"Never did I thought I'd see the day that Odilia Petty allowed someone, let alone a man tell her what to do." Oden stated, his tone curious.

"It's quite easy when that man knows how to actually be a man and run his household." She spat out. 

"A man has no qualms running a household. However, I'd rather be homeless than to have to put up with you for one day. The time that we were together was the worst experience of my life."

Going to the cubbard, Odilia grabbed a bottle of bourbon, which she knew was his favorite licquor and fixed him a small glass. She considered putting a spell on the brew but changed her mind. 

Instead she turned, handed the drink to Oden and narrowed her eyes at him. "Oh Trust me Oden, you weren't a walk in the park." 

"I suppose not." He took a swig of the licquor, feeling it go down his throat with a good burn. "However, you didn't make things easier with your constant nagging and Independent woman attitude. I do say that you became rather unpleasant." Odilia nodded her head, "And I suppose that had a lot to do with you leaving your two children, right? But never mind all of that, it's in the past. You said that you came to speak to me about Odilia, what is it?"

"Aren't you going to wait for your husband?" He inquired, his expression cold toward her.

"Tavis and Olivia are mine and anything you wish to discuss regarding them is solely my decision." 

Oden laughed, "I can always depend on Odilia to think about Odilia."

Olivia sat the burboun bottle where it had been in the licquor cabinet and turned away from Oden, unable to stand being in his presence much longer. On her way to the living area, she ran into Stefan. "Where are you going?" 

"What ever decision you make is what I will stand on. I can't stand looking at him for another minute. Let alone entertaining him." Stefan watched as she made her way through the living area and beyond. 

Inhaling sharply he opened the door to the drawing room.

~ ~



Fever Ch. 06



"Premonition is not one of the traits usually found among the descendants, at least, not with any reliability. From what I know of our history, the only time it seemed to work was when the opposition was about to attack, but it seemed to be occasion specific." Erica's reply was delivered with her usual formal tone when talking about her, or anyone else's, mentalist powers. 

Kirk shook his head and laughed to himself. It wasn't really a premonition, he couldn't tell what was going to happen, just that it felt wrong. "Just be careful, okay?"

"I promise, we promise, right, Erica?" answered Lorenz. In reply, Erica smiled and nodded, then pushed herself up on her toes and kissed Kirk good-bye. 

"You behave yourself," she chided the young man she had grown fond of over the past few weeks. "I don't want to hear from my sisters about you misusing your new toy."

Kirk grinned, remembering one night when Lorenz had gone back to the farm and left him alone with the five women. While coupled with Tiffany he had given the five of them simultaneous orgasms, with his own, seconds later, triggering a second for everyone but Meg, who was due to deliver any day now. 

He promised to behave and shook hands with Lorenz, letting his uneasiness be known to the older man. Lorenz's eyes widened with concern; he slowly nodded, acknowledging his son's concern. 

"We'll stay alert, and in touch. And you, let us know about Meg and your son." Kirk nodded. 

He watched as their plane lifted off and circled back to the East, toward NYC. Even using the expressways, it was a forty-five minute drive across the city and back to Centerport. He was still unable to shake the ominous feeling. 

Tiffany met him at the door when he got home.

"Hello there, Mr. Gloom and Doom," she said when he walked in. "Has something happened, or did you see the tax bill?"

"Huh? Oh, no, nothing. It's just a vague uneasiness. I can't explain it."

"Well, dump it. Your Mom is already antsy enough about your son being born. Right now, Eva and Mary are trying to get her linked up with him so she can coax the little bugger to come out. She says he's resisting. I say he's just being male." 

Tuesday evening, Lorenz contacted Kirk using telepathy, letting him know that Erica was settled. The department head had needed a little 'persuading' to accept her as a late applicant, but had finally acceded, even to the point of giving her an assistantship and assigning her to work in the ESP labs. She would be living off campus with another old member of the travelers. 

Lorenz said he was upset about his meeting. It was scheduled for the first thing next Tuesday morning.

TUESDAY, SEPT 11, 2001!! Kirk had just set down at his desk when Lorenz contacted him, sounding hysterical. "Omigod, Kirk! I can't believe it! They're here! The opposition forces are here and we didn't realize it! Get to a TV! The planes crashing into the Trade Center; the pilots are disguised as Muslim terrorists, but they are really members of the opposition from our home planet.

"I was on the 80th floor of the South Tower and saw the second plane coming straight at the building. I tried to access the pilot's brain and stop him, but he just pushed me aside. I saw enough to know they are coming in force. 

"Today was a ruse to expose us. They plan on our rushing to aid the government in identifying terrorists. We can't without exposing ourselves. They have agents working with the CIA. Even Erica is in danger of exposure or worse where she is.

"You must go undercover. Take the women to the farm; I'll send Erica there. Have Meg help you contact the travelers. Alert all of them. Have them practice communicating. With practice they may be able to obtain greater distances. Teach them Sonny's mind blast; they'll need it to defend themselves.

"YOU need to impregnate as many of the women as you can, to pass on as much of your ability as possible. As fast as possible. We don't have much time--five, ten years at best.

"I'm going to Europe, to contact our people there and in Africa. I'll be in touch. I have to go now. Good luck, son."

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Fever Ch. 07



"You're here about Olivia being a hunter, correct?" Stefan didn't waste any time getting to business. The fact that Oden Cooper had come into his home and insulted his wife in front of his very eyes bespoke of a man who was brief, rude and obnoxious all in one. Therefore, the sooner the issue of Olivia was resolved the sooner he'd be rid of the man called Oden. "Yes, I did. You are very insightful, Stefan."

"Mr. Gregoire please."

Oden nodded, "Formality it is. You may call me Mr. Cooper." 

"I've known about Olivia since she was eight. Having been a vampire for as long as I have and studying the arts, we know quite a bit." 

"That's a compliment. Anyhow, I would like to take Olivia back with me to a place known as the Gallery, where she will be well provided for and trained in the essentials of Hunting. As you know, hunting is a blood line." 

"I do."

"So therefore you know that should she continue residing here, she will eventually end up harming one of you if she isn't taught to control and subdue the instinct to kill."

Stefan nodded. "I suppose you've gone through this before?"

"All throughout my life."

"What type of environment will you be offering Olivia?"

"She'll be safe, working with those who are like her, learning various fighting styles, magic, and she will learn how to track as well as how to hone in her skills of being tracked herself. She will be learning quite a bit."

"I see."

"The truth of this matter Mr. Gregoire is that it doesn't concern you, considering you're not Olivia's father. I am." Oden stated, his tone crisp. Stefan shook his head, "On a regular occasion, you'd be right, however, Mr. Cooper, I've been standing in as father for the past seven years, when you walked out over ten years ago, so therefore, I have more right than you do to say what goes on with Olivia. If that's not enough for you, I have to say that Odilia just gave me the go ahead to decide on Olivia's behalf, so any decision I make here is solely my discretion. 

If it weren't for the fact that I know who and what Olivia is I would decline and have her here. However, the truth is that Olivia needs to accept what and who her family is and until she experience what it means to be a hunter, that acceptance will not come. So in regards to your request, I will grant it. However, Olivia has to come home on holidays as well as during summer months. I can have my lawyer draw up a family contract and have both you and Odilia sign it in accordance with your law, that way no dispute will be argued." 

"I suppose I will be able to take Tavis as well?" 

He inquired. Stefan paused, glancing up at Oden, feeling a strong anger rise up in him. "Olivia is of age, Tavis isn't." His tone was icy.

"Tavis is of age, there are boys there who begin training at nine years of age." 

"He's not going." Stefan finalized his answer.

Oden didn't speak, he just nodded, "Have Olivia ready by tomorrow at noon, I will be here to pick her up."

Stefan extended a hand to Oden. "I will also have those papers ready for you by then."

"Thank you." Oden grasped his hand in a firm handshake. 

~~

Odilia watched Oden leave, starring out of the window in the living-room. She was glad he was gone. Standing there, she felt arms slide around her waist and a kiss go to her temple. "I'm sorry that he upset you." Stefan whispered. 

"It's alright. Did you guys discuss what it was he wanted?" 

Stefan stiffened. He already knew that once she heard what it was he'd agreed to, it would be a long time before she even spoke to him. As he thought of this, her scent floated up to his nostrils, stirring his senses. He closed his eyes, inhaling the soft sweet smell. 

"What did you agree to?" She inquired, turning around in his arms, her hands resting on his shoulders. 

Odilia was one of few women tall enough to lock her arms around his shoulders and look him in the eye. Stefan gave a full smile to her and leaned in, kissing her lips. Despite the flutters that went throughout her entire stomach, Odilia put a hand up to his lips, "Baby, I'm serious. What did you agree to?" She inquired. He sighed, running his hand along her face, caressing beautiful high cheekbones. "I love you." He whispered. His accent was so heavy. "I love you too, now, come on, what's up? Stop teasing me," she whispered. 

"I'll tell you what, let me make love to you first and then I will tell you." Odilia raised both brows. Pulling away from him, she spoke in a stern tone, "If you don't tell me now, it will be a whole week before you get even a kiss from me. What did you agree too Stefan Gregoire?" Stefan wore a smirk. Odilia turned away from him, her arms crossed. "Alright, Alright. Oden's going to come tomorrow to pick up Odilia, she's going to be allowed temporary custody for training purposes."

Odilia swung back around to face him, "You did what!"

"Odilia, she needs that, ok? She needs to be around people like her." 

Odilia glared up at him, "You know, you never did really care about Olivia." 

Stefan cleared his throat. "That's not true." 

Odilia attempted to walk away, but Stefan grasped her arm. "Odilia, it's for the best." She pulled her arm away from him, "I'm sure it is. I can't even talk to you right now, Stefan, I can't." With that, she swallowed back the pain in her chest and continued moving, going down to the den. Stefan followed behind her, "Odilia, look, Olivia needs training, she needs to be around people who can identify with what she's going to. 

She has a special set of gifts that need to be utilized and being here isn't going to allow that happen." Odilia turned to him, tears streaming down her face, "You handed my daughter over to that bastard? You saw Stefan, you saw how he talked to me, and now when Olivia goes there, the little authority I do have with her will be done. She will treat me the same way he does. He will make sure of that." 

Stefan grasped Odilia's shoulders, turning her to him, "I promise DiDi, if anything, she will learn to love and respect us more. Her anger and irritation will dwindle. She needs to see him for who he is. She also needs that training..."

"Why Stefan, why? What good could that possibly do?" Odilia yelled, her eyes wide.

Stefan exhaled, "I didn't want to tell you this, but I wanted to keep this until the time was right, but if you don't hear it now, you won't believe it later." He led her to the sofa located in the back of the den. Sitting her down, he sat next to her. "Look, Olivia has a place in Jr.'s life. She is here because she has to protect him, she's his protector." Odilia shook her head "His protector? How much do you keep from me?" 

Stefan's gaze went to hers, "Excuse me?" 

"How..much...do...you...keep...from...me?"

"I don't keep anything from you." 

Odilia stood up, "Bull shit, you keep way too much from me. What else is it that you are keeping from me? I imagine since you know about Olivia, then you must know about other things as well." 

Stefan stood up, looking her in the eyes, "Nothing, Odilia. There is nothing I keep from you intentionally. Everything that I do not tell you is simply because it's not time."

"Right, like the fact that you know more about hunters and their jobs than you let on. Or that you know a hunter is always used to protect a counselman or woman before they age to maturity, right?" 

Stefan shook his head, "No. Hunters are only of use in dire situations. She will develop that bond with Jr. after her training. She will be the one to care for him, teach him the skills he need for fighting." 

"So it's for your benefit that she trains?" 

"Yours too, Odilia, Jr.'s yours as well." 

"May as well be yours since you just handed her over to Oden."

"He's not a stranger, he's her father."

"He is a stranger..Olivia doesn't know him, ok?" 

"What is the real issue here, Odilia?" 

Odilia sighed, frustrated, "Nothing, I'm tired, I want to sleep. With that, she walked away toward their bedroom. For a second Stefan found himself wondering if he'd done the right thing. 

Going into Jr.'s room, as he looked down upon him, he understood and felt in his heart that he had. Although he and Olivia didn't see eye to eye, they would definitely come to terms after her growth, after her understanding and training because what Odilia didn't understand was that this education was going to train Olivia for life, her life and as a result she would be changed. Stefan's thoughts went back to Tavis. 

This girl Ayanna, he needed to learn more about. Whether or not he'd help her depended on what Tavis had to say as well as what he found out about her and the man who'd taken her captive.

~~



Fever Ch. 08



Olivia:

The following morning I woke up, practiced a little kick boxing, throwing my all into it, thinking of the two boys I'd fought at the Gallery. What I understood about fighting was that when you came across someone who could inflict pain on you, it meant two things; One, you weren't as good as you thought and two, you needed to brush up on your game. 

I had never been pushed to my limit like that and I'd fought several people in my lifetime. Back in Wisconsin, I was a junior champion in my league with Kick boxing and Stick licking. With what it took my mother a seven whole years to master, it took me three, so by the age of nine, I had beaten every kid in my age division nationally.

In my opinion, they weren't that great to begin with, so that wasn't a challenge there. What I accelled in was Ju Jujitsu. 

As my mind went to the deliberate kick in the knee I'd received from one of the boys yesterday, I did a round house kick, hearing the rip in the bag as my foot collided with its side. 

I balled my fist and slammed it into the front end of the bag, pushing the mounted sand bag toward the back of the attic. As it came back toward me, my left fist met up with it's swing and I watched as it busted open, sending an awful pain through my hand, up my wrist and to my arm. 

As I pulled my hand back toward my face, I smiled as the sand bag bounced to the ground, toppling from the anchor that held it to the attic ceiling. The little piece that had held it onto the anchor had ripped. 

Going over to the small fridge that held a stock of water, I went in, twisted the cap off and downed the bottle. 

Not long after I'd opened it, I heard a voice yell, "Stefan, Olivia broke the punching bag...again!! I listened as he stormed downstairs in frustration. I finished the water in my bottle, threw it into the trash and then made my way toward the main area of the house. 

When I reached the living-room, Stefan was telling Tavis, he needed to child out because there was another bag in the garage. "I don't want to be the one to drag that bag in the house and all the way up to the attic." He stated.

"Alright, I'll do it, but first..." He paused and glanced up at me, "I'd like to speak with you in my office." He stated, his Grey eyes probing mine. "Ok." I shrugged, "Where's ma." 

"Sleeping." He stated. I furrowed my brow, "Why aren't you downstairs with her?" 

"I needed to speak with you and it's important." 

I rolled my eyes, irritated, When ever Stefan usually said he wanted to speak to me, it usually meant he was going to give me a stupid lecture about what...I wasn't sure. 

He probably was going to talk about the other day and what happened. "I can explain that. I know I wasn't supposed to sneak out of the house, but I was curious as to what the ware house really was..."

"And you had to go right?" He inquired, his tone holding no hostility or anger. 

I closed my eyes, "I know, y'all forbid me or Tavis..."

"I'm not mad at you Olivia. I get it, just come on so we can talk in my office. I'd rather discuss this in private." He stated. 

"Non est mecum?" Tavis questioned him.

"Non." Stefan answered back.

Although I wasn't an expert in Latin, I understood no and what ever Stefan spoke to him, it was no to his question. As Stefan stood and beckoned me to follow him, I let him lead to the drawing room. 

Once there, he sat down at a large oak desk, which had a computer, all in one printer and little nick nacks used to lend decor to the old piece of furniture. 

I felt as if I was being brought to the principal's desk as he sat down in his usual spot, turned on the computer and I sat down at one of two empty chairs in front of him. My gaze drifted to the expansive library and liquor cabinet beneath a shelf of books. "You know, I've never seen you drink anything in that cabinet, yet you have so much alcohol." 

He responded without looking away from what he was doing, "It's because I don't drink in front of children and most of what's there is for guests whom I entertain." I glanced over at him, not understanding why I felt so odd. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, yet this little meeting had me on edge. "I spoke with your father yesterday." 

He stated. 

I narrowed my brows, "Did you?" 

"Yes." 

"I'd love to hear what he had to say." I stated, 

already convinced he was lying.

"He asked for you to join him at the Gallery." 

"Mm, hmm."

"He'll be here at noon to pick you up. I'm expecting you to have some of your clothing packed and your pick of weapons." He stated. 

I folded my arms across my chest. This was a hoax right? He and mom wanted to get back at me for leaving without permission. 

"He'll be granted temporary custody through the training years however, during the summer months you are to come back to your mother and I." 

I shrugged, Ok, if they wanted to play this little charade, I'd play. "Really...And I suppose mom approved?"

"She told me which ever decision I made, she would stand behind on." 

"Eager to get rid of me that quick huh?" 

"Just your mouth." He stated, his tone clipped. I was not surprised by what he spoke. In all the years that I'd known him, he'd been one to not bite his tongue on what he thought of an individual. 

As this thought crossed my mind, I pondered what it was he was telling me. If there was one thing I knew about Stefan, it was that he wouldn't lie nor would he play games, if he had something to say, he'd just say it. He was that transparent. As my brows furrowed, I remembers Denver telling me that my father was in Bolivia and if so, how could he possibly be here?

"The young man lied to you, Olivia." 

Stefan intruded on my thoughts. My eyes met him irritated, "Don't do that please, I hate it." 

He smiled, "I bet you do." I let his comment slide and turned my attention back to him, "Ok, so when is he getting here?"

"Noon."

"Seeya." I stated, turning away, going to the door. As I reached for the knob, he spoke, "Olivia, before you leave, talk to your mom." 

"Ok."

"I don't mean as you're leaving but at least an hour and a half before. She needs to see you before you go." 

I glanced down at my watch. It was six in the morning. "As soon as I'm done packing, I'll go see her."

"Thank you." He stated. I opened the door, realizing that maybe Stefan wasn't so bad after all. I could feel 

the ecstasy leap up within me, over joyed at my new beginning. 

~~

Odilia flipped her hair over her shoulder, starring up at the ceiling in her bedroom. She couldn't explain the forlornness she felt at the thought of Olivia going, she understood that she had to go, but what she couldn't fathom was the idea that Oden could reach Olivia in a way that she couldn't. 

She already had a hard time getting the girl to accept that she was a vampire, but if she went with the hunters, she would choose them over her own mother who'd been with her since conception. 

Although Olivia was pushing her away at this moment, Odilia could feel in her heart that this stage would pass. At least it would have before Oden stepped into the picture. 

Odilia had refrain from speaking anything about her father, because of the simple fact that he'd left when Olivia was three, and she had no memory of him. That and she wanted her to accept Stefan. 

He was clearly a better father than Oden, who'd left his own two children, using that bull shit excuse of her being the reason. No man in his right mind would leave his children in the event of not loving the mother. 

Truth be told, Odilia had loved Oden, way more than he'd loved her, a lot longer than he had. So much so that she had suffered through bouts of depression for a year after he left and had refrained from building any sort of relationship with any man until Stefan. 

From the very beginning her attraction to him was so strong that it overshadowed any reasoning she attempted to have when dealing with him. Before him, she'd believed that no man would ever get as close to her heart as Oden had. However, she'd found a new height of love, desire and attraction with him. A bond that grew stronger and stronger as the years continued. 

If she'd thought the love she'd shared with Oden had been real, it dimmed to nothing when compared to the man she'd come to understand in Stefan. His blunt way of dealing with things, compassion, and rationale were more than she'd hoped for in a man. When she ran around overly emotional without a rational thought in her mind, he leveled her out. When she opened her mouth too much, he spoke out on it. 

Stefan was disciplined in such a way that she lacked that it steadied her. As she recalled the conversation from last night, she remembered how he'd kept what he'd known about Olivia from her. Exhaling sharply, Odilia felt that heat burn in her, fanning the flames. Calm down, love. You don't want to go there. He whispered. 

Oh shut up Stefan. I'm not that angry! She yelled. 

Yes you are. You need to chill out, for real.

Chill out? 

Yes, Odilia Gregoire, you are really upset.

And you don't think I haven't a reason to be?

Of course, but not this angry. This type of anger is uncalled for.

Uncalled for? Stefan, how long have you known about Olivia being a hunter?

Since she was eight.

And how long have you known she'd be used to protect Junior?

Long enough.

Long enough to keep it from me.

I apologized for that, but as I said before, it wasn't time.

And I suppose last night was perfect?

Not really, I felt the longer I kept this from you the more sane you'd stay. You're too emotional.

I'm not, I can control my emotional state well enough.

Stefan laughed. I don't think so. You over react to everything.

What did you think I would say if you told me that Olivia was Junior's protector?

Exactly what you're saying now. That I deliberately tried to keep this from you to hurt you, but it was really to preserve you. I didn't think you'd be able to handle this.

Is there more to her being his protector than just training him, Stefan?

Stefan sighed, a lot more. They will fight together against Lilith.

Not that again. I thought she was done and over with.

He's been marked Odilia, she'll be back for him. She will try to use him to connect to this world. To control, manipulate things the way she sees fit.

She has that much power?

All but manifestation. She needs a human sacrifice for that.

Odilia raised a brow. Excuse me.

They're a packaged deal Odilia.

No.. she protested, You're lying.

It's true. 

No... Feeling something fierce rise up in her, Odilia felt a headache come on. It was so severe that she blacked out. 

~~

Odilia was floating away from her body. She was floating so fast, so far out that it was hard for her to grasp onto anything. She went so fast, past the many souls that were still throughout the earth and its atmosphere. 

She continued to float away from the land mass, through the trees, through the clouds, through the atmosphere, out into a blackened sky where she stopped between the stars and the earth. Glancing down, she saw a hole splitting through the middle of the earth. 

Inside, she could see many, many creatures down into the bottom of the earth, from humans, to vampires, to wolves, to creatures she'd never seen, and some she'd heard about in myths, dragons, with expansive wings, and talons so thick they'd shred anyone on earth into millions of pieces. "You shall not stop me." A voice stated in her ear, the tone hissing. "I will be where I am, how I am, and what I am." Odilia felt something so cold course through her veins, it filled her with dread. "You cannot contain a release!" The voice was so loud, so boisterous that it felt as if a speaker had blown in her ear, "I will be who I am, how I am and where I am." Chills, she felt chills and trembles course through her body so horrid that she could not stop the chattering the blistering cold wrapped her in.

~ ~

Olivia:

I went down to talk to mom like Stefan instructed and what I found astounded me. Stefan was leaned over mom, checking her pulse and calling her name. There was no answer. At first I thought she may have been asleep but then I watched as she seemed to loose color and began to pale. "Mom." 

I called out, of course she would not answer me either. 

I stared at her, confused as to why her body lay still the way it was with her hands to her side, almost like she was dead. 

Horrified, my eyes went wide and I ran toward her. Right before I was to reach out to touch her, Stefan held out his arm, stopping me in my tracks. "Don't touch her, she's in hibernation right now." He stated all of this with a transfixed gaze on his features. "Wha...what?" I inquired, confused.

"She's in what they call a hyperbaric state." I stared at Stefan wondering how he could possibly know everything there was to know about everything. 

Furrowing my brows, I sighed and glanced back at mom. "What does that mean?"

"I'm not sure what it means for her, but it's a state where the mind and body are inactive for a period of time."

"How long has she been like this?" 

"For a couple of hours."

"You're not panicking?" I inquired, turning to him.

"No. I think she will be alright, I've seen this happen before with Shaman, it's like being in animated suspension."

"Should I stay, you know..." My tone trailed. In all honesty, I didn't want to stay, I wanted to leave, but given the circumstances, even for me that would be shallow. 

"No, I'm sure she'll be alright, Olivia. I am going to call Raina and have her come up here, perhaps she can help her out of this." He glanced down at his watch. It read thirty minutes til eleven. "Go say goodbye to Tavis and Junior if you will." 

I turned away from him and walked toward Junior's room. As I stood outside his door, wondering what to say, I heard a voice say, "come in." I twisted the knob and walked into my kid brother's room. He glanced up at me from his bed, A football in his hand, twirling it. 

"Hey," I spoke, sitting down next to him. 

"Hi, Olivia, right?" His tone was sarcastic as he tensed up.

I gave a small smile, "Right, look, I know you don't see too much of me, but truth be told I am not too fond of..." I struggled for another word other than bloodsucker. It was hard considering that I'd never spoke any word other than that one about vampires. This caused me to look at Junior with curious eyes. 

He flickered his long eye lashes and stared up at me with dark intense eyes. His dark curly hair framing his head in a natural wiry way, the same as Stefan. "Vampires Olivia, we are vampires." He supplied. I smiled at his smart tone. "Vampires then, I've never been fond of them." 

"No?" 

"No."

"Why not?" He inquired, his gaze going back to his football. 

I shrugged, "Well for starters, you drink blood, and everyone knows that blood is a life source and that's like taking a life."

"Yeah, well, dad says we aren't allowed to hunt humans." 

I nodded. "That's a good thing, right?"

Junior threw the ball up in a toss and it came back down toward his lap. "I suppose if you're human it is, but you know what..."

"What?" I inquired, my gaze going to the floating football in the air. After throwing it in the air, the foot ball hadn't come back down.

"I'm not sure being a vampire is all that great either. I've been wanting to go outside in the light but mom and dad are smothering me in here. I don't go anywhere or do anything, it's so bad, they won't even let me enroll in public school."

I sighed, "Trust me, Junior, School is not all that and I know what you mean about smothering. 

All these rules are grating my nerves. I'm so tired of do this, do that, I feel like I'm in a drill school."

"That's where you going, right? A fighting school?"

I nodded, "You could call it that."

"They will have rules there too you know."

"Yeah, they will but I will be more compliant when doing something I enjoy versus just compliance." Junior furrowed his brows, "I know I'm only six, but that sounds whacked." 

I laughed, "It does doesn't it? I've tried questioning my beliefs at times too, but it's like something inside of me is like that."

"Something that wants to be free."

"Exactly."

"Maybe you will find more freedom when you learn to treat others better than you have been lately. Maybe your frustration is rooted to how you deal with everyone else." He stated.

"Come again?" I stared at him, unsure of how he even knew what he was talking about.

"You feel frustrated, misunderstood and at times unloved. If you learned how to deal with people, how to be conscientious of how you interacted with them socially, you would be less frustrated."

"Frustrated, misunderstood, contentious, interacted...seriously dude, you're only six and you're making me look bad." I stated, impressed at his vocabulary and knowledge of myself. 

He laughed, "Well thanks but the question you asked I just answered. Learn to respect and you will be respected." I stared at him, taking in what he spoke. He didn't say anything else, just continued to hold the ball in suspension in air. "How did you do that?" I inquired. He said, "Heck if I know. I just know I can."

"I think it's raw." 

"Raw...vernacular, right?"

"What?"

"It's a part of your original di..." He paused and chose another word, "common language."

"No...I don't think so..." I was perplexed. What was Vernacular? 

"What do you mean by raw then?"

"It is an expression for cool."

"Ah, ok, so if I say Olivia's fighting skills are 

raw, would that be accurate?" 

I smiled, "You got it."

"Will you teach me to fight like you?" He inquired, turning bright luminous eyes upon me.

I furrowed my brows, "You want me to teach you to fight?" 

"Yes." 

"Why not your dad?" I asked, "I'm sure he wants that as his department.

He sighed and shook his head, "He would not be that great. He'd go easy on me. I don't want that."

I gave a sideways glanced perplexed. He actually paid attention to me? "You're my sister. I see the fight in you and I like it. It's what makes you great and will ascend you to the best." 

I stared at him, "You know I don't like you reading..."

He cut me off, "I didn't read your mind. Your body expression says it all. I will not violate or intrude anywhere I'm not wanted. I'll give you your privacy."

I sighed, "I'm leaving today and I won't be here until the weekend before Christmas."

He finally allowed the ball to drop into his lap. "I guess I will see you then."

I smiled, "Yeah, you will." I stood up, feeling different about this little boy having just talked to him. I also felt a little calmer than I usually did. The storm that seemed to always brew was quieted down around him, that extra energy. I said, "Good bye Junior."

He smiled, "Don't you mean little bloodsucker?" I was speechless as I tried to come up with an explanation for what I'd spoken over the years. 

He laughed at my expense, "Don't worry, I'm not angry." 

"Maybe I'll just call you Junior."

"Really?"

"Yeah, you've earned it."

"Ok." 

I waved to him and then found my exit.



Fever Ch. 09



Olivia stared at her father, perturbed over several things. One was how he had known where she'd stayed, two where he'd been all of her and Tavis's life, and three how much Tavis really did look like the dark skinned man standing before her. He was tall and sinewy in the same way that Tavis was, with the same slender muscular build and thin lips. 

He had high cheekbones with dark starry eyes the color of dark coffee with no cream. He had a mustache that was tapered with an impressive beard cut that thinned out along his jaw line. His eye lashes were long yet thin and his nose wide and round at the tip. Seeing him made her believe that Tavis would actually come into his growth spurt. 

"All we need is your signature on the dotted line, signing this agreement between us and it's done." Stefan stated, handing the paper to Oden, who in turn set it in front of him and signed it. After wards, he handed it back to Stefan who copied it and then handed him a copy.

"Thank you," Oden Stated. 

"Yep, you're welcome." 

Grabbing Olivia's bags, he made his way to the door. Olivia paused and glanced up at Stefan with a smile on her face, "Thank you." 

He nodded, "You're welcome." 

As she made her way to the living area, she was met by Tavis. She watched as their father stopped what he was doing and watched him come toward them. "I'm gonna miss you, the annoying pain in my side." She smiled, "Yeah, right, you'll have your own little party after I'm gone."

"I'll be sure to move all your stuff to the basement."

Olivia laughed, "Yeah, right." She leaned in toward him, holding out her arms, "Give me a hug big head."

As he leaned toward her, he went to flick her forhead with his right nuckle. He watched as she grabbed his forefinger and shook her head, "I think not." He pushed her with his other hand. She sighed, "Since I'm leaving, I'll let that one slide. I'll see you this Christmas."

Tavis nodded. "Yep." As his gaze went to the man beside her, he held out his hand, "I'm Tavis, how do you do?"

Oden stared at his son disbelieving. He couldn't believe he actually was able to see him. The last time he'd seen him, Tavis had been two and now, he stood up to his chest, looking mature for his age. His whole demeanor spoke of his maturity. "Don't worry about bringing her back, ok?" 

Olivia rolled her eyes. Oden laughed. The young man had a sense of humor. This he liked, however, where he got it from was a mystery to him. "Hey dad, how's it going?" He heard him ask. Oden's natural response was to answer, however, when he heard Stefan say, " It's good," He felt as if he was intruding, so without another word, he walked on toward the door, hefting the two suitcases in his hand. Olivia stared after their dad, her expression confused, Why hadn't he spoken to Tavis? This she couldn't understand. Glancing over at Tavis, she then understood. 

He was too wrapped up in Stefan to even noticed the guy that had left. As she stared, she couldn't help but contemplate whether or not Tavis would bond with his own father that closely. However, the fact that he hadn't even spoken to him, would have him not happy when he found out the truth. She knew Tavis had a disposition when it came to behaviors and for a man not to introduce himself especially when he was his father, would make him angry.

`~

Olivia

Being his sister and all, I wanted to say to Tavis, "Dude, that's our dad, can't you tell?, but knew that it wasn't my place to say anything, so I just followed our father out to the car and waited for him to unlock the doors. Once he did, I sat on one of the black leather seats. The interior was a beautiful beige color with a cd player/radio and a built in phone system/ navigational system. I sat in the passenger seat and waited for him to transfer my belongings to the trunk. As he did so, I thought about Tavis and his response to his own son and couldn't resist asking once he'd gotten on the driver's side. "Why didn't you tell Tavis who you were?" 

He started the car. "I don't need to, he has already made his choice." our father stated. I furrowed my brows and looked up at him, "What do you mean?" 

"Just as you've chosen your path, so has he." 

"He's your son." I stated, baffled over his reasoning.

"I know."

"And you are willing to let another man claim him as his own?" 

"Yes and Olivia, please call me Oden."

I cleared my throat, "No Father, dad?" 

"None of that. On campus I am only known as Oden and I would like to keep things that way."

I snorted, "Irritated, I'd suppose you wouldn't want me telling anyone you're my dad either, right?" 

He shrugged his shoulders, "It's not necessary." 

I stared at him incredulously now, my disappointment meter going up. "It's not?"

"I have a rep to uphold here and I'd like to keep it without blemish."

"Blemish? The only person I know who'd say something like that is Tavis." 

Thinking of his old self made me laugh. 

"Blemish is an actual word. Here you will be taught the proper mannerisms and etiquette of society. You will learn how to speak proper English fluently, in essence be upgraded."

"I thought this was a fighting school?" 

It is, but the Gallery is heavy on academics as well, so please do not believe that you will be allowed to slouch in your studies in addition to your exercises. You will have to take education as well as these training techniques where ever you go."

I sighed, mumbling to myself, "I guess there is no way out of school work."

"There is not. Where ever you go you will have to take your studies with you, so I suggest that you get serious about learning because we have a zero tolerance policy regarding grades. You will be shunned if your grades aren't up to par." 

I listened as he spoke and wondered whether I'd made the right decision coming with him. However, once we arrived at the grounds, I felt that familiar warmth exude throughout my body. "If there are an problems with your study in nature, I suggest you see the tutoring committee, so they may pair you up with the correct tutor." 

"I see. Any more instructions?"

"There will be an assessment of both your academic and training abilities every quarter, just to see how you're coming along, the first assessments will take place today. All others will be at the end of each quarter."

"How long does a quarter last?" 

"Three months with no breaks in between." 

I turned my head in my father's direction, "Does that mean we get no breaks?"

He laughed at her incredulous attitude. "Of course you get breaks, however, they are not free passes. You must be on your quote, unquote, grind all the time."

I furrowed my brows, "What do you know about that old man?" 

He laughed, "I keep up with the terms without hesitation."

I found this funny myself, "Ok, so when do I get to meet the administrator?" 

"You already have."

I cleared my throat, "You run all of this?" 

My gaze went over the land, which was barren of staff or students at this point. As we walked up to the building and I watched him enter a code, he opened the doors for us, "That's just a fraction of what I run Olivia." As we entered the hallway, that's when I noticed several students passing back and forth between one another, all of them chatting amongst themselves, mostly in pairs. For the first time in my life, I felt nervous. "The school is broken up into two divisions. Division one is the primary ward, "where the youngest trainers go and division two is Secondary ward where those your age and older go. The wards that you are assigned to depend on three things. One your academic assessment return, two your fight skill level and number three, any prohibiting factors that may or may not interfere with your studies."

"And that means?"

"It means that we measure three things, one how well you learn, two, how well you fight and three whether or not your learning and fighting techniques may be on common ground. We also measure aptitudes of maturity." 

I was already annoyed with his explanation of things, too many rules. I didn't know if I could cut it. Overwhelming it all sounded. 

"Do we get to interact with the other students on a cordial basis at anytime?" 

I stole that cordial word from Tavis. He and mom always banter back and forth between words and although they most likely suspected I wasn't paying attention. I always had. So contrary to popular belief of my brother, he wasn't the only smart one. I just allowed him to think he was, it made things less competitive academically for us and after all, he is my brother, I can't show him up in everything. 

"Any interaction between the student body is left for the dorm area. Once you get there, you have a dorm mother who looks after no more than sixty girls in one dorm area. What happens there is run by her. So in essence, it depends on your dorm mother." 

"Where are the dorms?"

"Underground."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard correctly, underground."

Now I was trying to process how anything could be underground when there was nothing but grass out back and landscaping in front. I didn't recall seeing any buttons, secret doors, or anything of that nature, but then again, as I continued thinking, I realized you wouldn't. 

~~

Olivia: 

I flickered the light on inside my new dorm room, staring at the straightened bed made up on the bottom bunk and sighed at the top bunk. At home I had my own full size bed and to be dwindled down to bunks was another minus. 

However, glancing up at the bunk and seeing a lime green sheet set with matching white and green polka dot comforter. As I ran my fingers over the cotton fabric, I nodded to myself, not bad. Sitting my luggage up on the top bunk, I opened the suitcase and was taking my things out when someone entered the room. 

"If you're going to be in my room, you may as well know the rules, girl." 

I turned to face a girl equal to my height but a lot heavier in stature. Her blue eyes were as bright as the sky during a summer day, but the attitude in her stance was all to well communicated. 

"Rules?" I inquired, my eyes turning hard.

"Yeah, there are rules for this room and if you don't like it, you can go request to be moved."

I was going to answer but the way she approached my new arrival had my curiosity. Just to see what she would say, I inquired, my arms crossed, "What's your rules?"

"I know you don't...wait you actually want to hear them?" She inquired, staring at me with bewilderment. 

"I've heard all the campus rules, why not hear yours?" 

She smiled, "Don't touch my stuff...Don't touch what's not yours and...Don't think of touching what's not yours...and Don't touch my stuff."

I felt a laugh bubble up so hard in me that it came out in an explosion of giggles at her 

"rules"

She smiled at me and held out her and, "Wendy." 

I reached out a hand and shook hers, "Olivia. I won't touch any of your stuff." 

She nodded, "Thank you. When did you get here?" 

"Today. You?"

"Today."

"Really?"

"You will see a dozen newbies at orientation this afternoon. They recruit a good twelve peeps every quarter."

"Wow, that's a lot of people."

"Maybe but they have twice as many to move up and move out during every quarter."

"What do you mean?"

"This is a year round school, so there's always move ups and move outs. Graduation ceremonies once every quarter."

"Wow."

"That means that we are identified through quarters. There is four quarters in one full year so keep that reminder because you will be in class quarter one." 

I nodded, pretending to understand what she was saying, while I understood what was said, I didn't understand how it was implemented. Sighing, I turned the conversation in a different direction, "So what's there to see here?"

~~

"You have to remember your key card to access any of the buildings on campus." Wendy stated, sliding her Identification card over the black access control panel that secured the CA building. As I was discovering, the majority of the school was located in compounds beneath the open lot in the back of the property, so as to thwart any type of suspicion. It also ensured the privacy of the students and faculty within the school. The school was so private that only a select group of people knew of it. 

Those who'd graduated had all embarked on various employment opportunities, while maintaining their status as hunters from what I gathered. 

The CA building housed a combination cafeteria/gym. As we entered the building, I was stunned into silence at what I saw. The brick wall was painted white with gold base boards and ironically enough, a dark golden colored carpet. I stared at the carpeting, confused as to why it had been used to decorate the lunch room. 

"It's the atmosphere they want to portray." Wendy spoke next to me.

I shrugged. "Hmm." I didn't think this was actually too welcoming or even close to what ever atmosphere they were going for, but it definitely was far off. Turning to Wendy I sighed, "How do you know so much about this school and what goes on here?" 

"I had a cousin who came here."

"Cousin?"

"Yeah, you didn't think you were the only one with family here did you?" 

I flickered my gaze to the front of the lunch line. "What do you mean?" 

"I know your dad runs the place." She stated. I furrowed my brows. "How? Did Denver say anything to you?" I inquired, my tone becoming brisk. 

"No. He didn't. I have excellent hearing." 

I was confused. How could she have heard me when the only person I'd discussed anything with was dad? 

~

Russia was a big girl with a big attitude and just as her name spoke, she was tall, mean and ran her clique with an iron fist. No one moved, spoke or did anything unless she told them too and today was the day they'd make themselves known. A new girl had entered their school, their class and she wanted to offer her own welcome. The girl had went into the bathroom and Russia had two of her girls posted at the doors, while she went in to "speak" with the girl. She stood against the tile wall with her arms crossed, long blonde hair crushed against her back in a ponytail and feet planted firmly on the ground. She waited with anixous sky blue eyes for the young girl to come out of one of the stalls. 

~~

Olivia

I heard the mild creak in the door as it opened and someone entered but paid it no mind, since I was there to relieve myself and continued emptying my blatter. I flushed the toilet and as everyone did, expressed proper etiquette in cleaning my hands at the porcelin sink. I more or less felt her presence before seeing her. I rolled my eyes. Were they really planning what I thought they were? My eyes went to the blonde leaned up against the wall. Hard brown ones locking with an equally compelling shade of baby blue. Her cheeks had a red tint them but her body language was stiff as she was solid. Letting out a deep sigh, I threw my paper towel in the garbage. I didn't know what it was with the girls in this school. It's like having to deal with cliques in public school was one thing but here, they seemed interested in testing your skill. So far I'd gotten into six fights since I'd first enrolled, all in secluded areas, where staff weren't available. Once in the dormatory, another in the library after the librarian was conveinently called to the office, another in a dark room during art class, shoot, everywhere I looked there was a group of girls waiting. What bugged me the most was the fact that the teachers seemed to be no where near when it occurred. I'd tried all week to get in and see Oden, but even that proved impossible. I was beginning to tire of this. So today was no different and as usual, I approached things with a calm interior. 

"What's your name?" The girl inquired, her tone low for a girl. 

I exhaled and assumed a stance, "Honestly, let's just get this over with, my name does not matter." I stated.

"Name." She insisted, her arms folded.

I rolled my eyes, "Olivia." She pushed off the wall and came near me. It wasn't long before I felt a sting at my left temple. Pulling my hand up to my temple, I let out a soft cry of irritation and was surprised to feel her boot strike my hand. I frowned as another sting hit my chest and my hand drifted out to grasp her foot, twisting it as she flew into the air. I dropped to my knees, still feeling the after shock. How the hell was I feeling pain if she hadn't touched me? I watched as her feet hit the ground firmly. She growled in frustration at me. I sighed, "You can make this a lot easier by going your way. I'm not trying to show you up."

"Show me up?" The blonde haired girl laughed at this as if it was impossible to do and tried something else. I groaned, engaging in combat.