3 comments/ 433860 views/ 21 favorites Forbidden Ch. 01 By: linkznut Chapter I -- The Beginning Jill Jensen had a nice home at the end of the circle on Maple Street. She lived alone, next door to her best friend, Connie Evans, and her son, Tommy. Standing 5'9", Jill had sandy brown hair and a body that had all the right curves in all the right places. She was proud of the shape she was in and worked out regularly to stay that way. She and Connie were good friends, frequently getting together for shopping, dinners, and movies. At 33 years of age, Jill was 5 years junior to Connie. She'd married at the age of twenty-two, but the marriage hadn't worked out and they'd divorced after three years. Since then she'd concentrated on her job at the advertising agency, rising to the level of senior account executive. She made good money and lived comfortably. She dated occasionally, but there was never anyone special, no one she would change her life for. At one of her frequent outings with Connie, Jill mentioned that she was planning a backyard project. She'd gotten proposals and quotes from various professional landscapers, but the quotes were ridiculously high. Connie mentioned that Tommy might be willing to do the job for her and would certainly charge less then those other crooks. Later that evening Connie discussed the idea with Tommy. He agreed, saying he could start the following Saturday. * * * It had taken nearly the entire day for Tommy to clean up the back corner of Miss Jensen's yard, pick up the rocks and shrubs from the garden center, and plant the shrubs. Tomorrow he'd return and arrange the rocks, plant some flowers and clean things up. It looked good and Tommy was definitely pleased. At eighteen years of age, Tommy stood 6'2'' tall and weighed in at a solid 190 pounds. He had curly brown hair and was the reason his mom had married at such a young age. After his parents divorced, Connie went back to her maiden name while Tommy kept his father's name, Henderson. After the divorce, his father left town and hadn't returned. Tommy would get the occasional birthday or Christmas card from him, always from somewhere different, but those only seemed to increase the bad feelings Tommy harbored. As he was finishing up for the day, Jill popped her head out the back door. "Could I interest you in a Coke or a sandwich, Tommy?" "I'll love a Coke, Miss Jensen, but I'll pass on the sandwich." "Coming right up." Jill nodded and disappeared back inside. Tommy stared after her dreamily. She may be older, he thought, but you could never tell by looking at her. Hell, with the way she'd been prancing around all day in those blue jean cut-offs and that skimpy yellow top, it was a wonder she didn't realize the affect she was having on him. Truth was that Tommy didn't realize the affect he was having on her. Jill had known Tommy, through his mother, for almost 7 years. In that time, she'd never viewed him as anything other than Connie's kid. He was certainly cute, not to mention well built, but he was just 18. He'd only graduated from high school last week. But today things were somehow different. Today Jill saw a strong, well built young man, toiling in the sun, body glistening in sweat. Seeing him shirtless, muscles rippling, it was almost more than she could handle. But despite feeling odd about her feelings, she'd been unable to avoid finding excuses to watch him work. She returned shortly with a glass of wine for herself and a Coke for Tommy and joined him at the table on the deck. "You got a lot done today, Tommy. It really looks great." "Thanks," Tommy replied tentatively, finding it difficult to avoid staring at her scantily clad body. The fact was, he was so wound up that he couldn't stop fidgeting in his seat in an attempt to conceal his growing hard on. "Do you think you'll finish up tomorrow?" Jill asked. Small talk aside, Jill didn't know what had come over her, but this boy was definitely having an affect on her that she didn't entirely understand. Sure, she'd noticed Tommy's apparent uneasiness. But could it really be that this young stud found her, 15 years his senior, attractive? "Sure, Miss Jensen," Tommy replied, interrupting her reverie. "I plan on starting around 10:00 AM and should be done by 2:00, if that's okay." "That would be perfect. I plan on being home all day tomorrow. Do you have everything you need?" "Yep. I'm all set. Well, I should be on my way," Tommy said as he finished his Coke. After all, if he didn't leave soon, he was sure he'd burst his shorts open. "See you tomorrow." "I'll walk with you as far as the mailbox," Jill replied. Tommy rose uncomfortably, doing everything he could to conceal his hard on. Following right behind him, Jill stumbled when they reached the gate and fell into Tommy, mashing her tits against his arm and inadvertently brushing her hand between his legs. There was no mistaking his firmness she felt. She regained her feet and smiled sheepishly at her friend's son. From there they made their way silently to the mailbox and parted ways. Tommy couldn't wait to reach his bedroom. He needed some major relief, and fast. He entered his house and started for his room when he stopped suddenly. "Damn, I forgot my wallet and car keys." He certainly couldn't leave them, but he didn't really think he was up to facing Miss Jensen again. "Well, I can always sneak in the back gate and get them without bothering her," he said out loud. He quickly retraced his steps, quietly entered the back gate and made his way to the table where he'd left his stuff. He was just turning to leave when he heard some noises. It almost sounded like someone screaming and it seemed to be coming from the house. Worried for Jill's safety, Tommy eased quietly to a partly opened window and peered inside. What he saw was the most amazing sight he'd seen in his young life. There, right before his very eyes, lay Miss Jensen, sprawled out on her bed, fully naked with one hand massaging the most gorgeous tits he'd ever seen and the other frantically working her clit. Tommy controlled his first reaction, which was to scream and make a run for it. One quick look around reassured him that, in the privacy of Miss Jensen's back yard, no one would see him. Without a second thought, he dropped his shorts and went to work on his massive boner, unable to divert his eyes from the heavenly body laid open before him. He stroked himself as she massaged first one tit, then the other, as she spread her legs wide to accommodate both her hands, and as she thrust her hips skyward to meet her fingers as they dug deeply into her womanhood. He shot his cum on the side of the house as he heard her scream his name, and watched as she bucked wildly on the bed before letting out a final gasp and collapsing. He nearly collapsed himself. Quickly regaining his composure, he took one last look inside at the goddess lying limp upon the bed before him, gathered up his shorts and took off for home. * * * That night, Tommy lay in bed reliving the afternoon's events. It occurred to him that, for some reason, he had been responsible for Miss Jensen's arousal. That he had been the object of her sexual fantasy seemed obvious. Something about him, or something he had done, had sent her racing for sexual release immediately after he'd left. He wondered, would it happen again? Could it happen again? He made up his mind then and there that, if the opportunity arose again, things would unfold differently for both of them. * * * While dressing the next morning, it crossed Tommy's mind that he should be nervous, uncomfortable with what he'd seen, with how he felt, with what he hoped to do. He wasn't. While he'd been with girls his own age before, women were another story altogether. Still, he felt in control of his emotions and was confident that, given the chance, he could handle Miss Jensen. If this day brought a repeat of yesterday's extra-curricular activity, he fully intended to seize the moment. * * * The next morning Jill woke with a rush of emotions. She knew yesterday's emotional roller-coaster ride was wrong. She was way too old to be harboring such feelings toward Tommy. He was her best friend's son for Christ's sake! And fresh out of high school to boot! It just wasn't right! Now if she could just get her body to behave itself. * * * Tommy arrived at precisely 10 o'clock, let himself in the back gate and went right to work. "Good morning, Tommy," he heard Jill shout a few minutes later. He stopped what he was doing, turned and spotted her on the deck. She was dressed in the same blue jean cut-offs as yesterday, only today she had on a short, gray T-shirt, not quite covering her stomach, with no bra. Not much in the way of modesty, he thought, as he remembered her spread-eagled on her bed, her fingers crammed up her twat while she called out his name. "Good morning, Jill. You're looking good this morning." "Why thank you, Tommy. Is there anything I can get for you?" "Not at the moment, thanks. Maybe later, though." "Okay. Just shout if you need anything." Jill disappeared inside the back door. Funny, she thought to herself, but he'd never called her by her first name before. Nor had he ever complimented her on her looks. She smiled to herself as she felt that familiar tingling sensation building in her loins. "Stop it," she said out loud. "I'm not going down that road again." She tried to get her feelings under control as she went about her household chores, but she kept finding herself at the window staring at him, or out back doing one non-important task or another, stealing a glance his way whenever she thought he wasn't looking. She was beginning to feel like a high school girl with a crush, for Christ's sake. Tommy had everything finished and cleaned up by 2:30. He went to the back door and looked inside. "All done Jill. Do you want to take a look?" "I'll be right there," she responded. She met him out by the garden. "It looks great, Tommy. You sure did a good job. Have a seat on the deck I run inside and get your money. Could I interest you in a coke or something?" You could interest me in something, he thought, but answered "A coke would be great, if you have one." He took a seat at the table and waited. "I hope you don't mind a check" she said as she returned from the house. She handed him his check and the coke, then disappeared back inside the house. She reappeared moments later with a glass of wine and sat down across from him. They talked for a while about nothing in particular, but Tommy found it difficult to concentrate as his gaze kept returning to the slow, rhythmic rising of her T-shirt, and the nipples that showed through unmistakably. After he finished his coke, Tommy rose from his chair. "Well, I've got to run now. Thanks again for the job, Jill. If there's anything else you need done in the future, just let me know." With that, he collected his things, except for his car keys and wallet, which he conveniently forgot, and headed out the gate. The moment Tommy left Jill was through the back door and headed for the bedroom. Her top was off before she was two steps inside the house, discarded on the living room floor. The next thing she knew, she was lying face up on her bed, her right hand squeezing her breasts, her left hand shoved down her shorts. Part of her was trying to figure out what was going on with her. She couldn't explain how he could have this effect on her. Maybe it was because she hadn't been with anyone for the last year. Maybe it was some strange hormonal imbalance. Whatever it was, it was beyond her control. It had taken all her willpower not to jump his bones earlier. She damn sure wasn't going to be denied her release now. Reluctantly, she removed her hands from her their current pleasure and sent them to free her entrapped womanhood. Quickly, the snap on her shorts was released and the zipper lowered. Placing her thumbs inside her shorts and panties, she quickly removed the final obstacles, kicking them across the room. Then she closed her eyes and returned her hands to their previous positions, moving gentler now, slower, enjoying the sexual fire building within her. Slowly, but with certainty, her fingers moved to ensnare her clitoris. Her right hand reluctantly relented in its attack on her bosom, and redirected its attention to the depths of her inflamed pussy. With one hand now on her button and one attacking her cunt, she moved swiftly and decisively towards what was certain to be a massive orgasm. Still mostly in dreamland, she eased her eyes open, only to find Tommy hovering above the bed. She screamed out his name and moved to cover herself. But before she could her body betrayed her and exploded in orgasm. "Oh, shit! I'm coming, I'm coming," she screamed, closing her eyes. Her hands shot instantly back to her cunt, renewing their effort with a relentless attack. She kept up her attack as her hips thrust skyward to meet her hands. "Oh, Tommy," she screamed as wave after wave engulfed her, carrying her swiftly and deliberately to Nirvana. With her orgasm finally subsiding, she slowly started to regain her composure. When she finally realized where she was, and what had just happened, she opened her eyes. But where was Tommy? No longer was he towering over her. Had it all been just been a dream? Had it all been just a fabulous, naughty dream? Then she felt him. She arched her neck and looked between her legs, and there he was. "Oh, Tommy," she sighed. "I'm so sorry. I don't know what's come over me. I'm so ashamed, Tommy." She tried to sit up just as Tommy's tongue began licking the juices off of her inner thighs, but she sank back to to bed with a sigh of resignation as his soft, tender kisses began moving slowly toward the heart of her womanhood. She tried again to sit up, but Tommy gently pushed her back down. Simply put, she was powerless to resist him as his tongue continued its march towards her center, kissing her right thigh, gently nibbling her left, until finally reaching its goal. "Tommy, what are you doing? Please stop, Tommy. Tommy?" His tongue dove deep into her pussy, lapping up the juices that had only recently stopped flowing from her body. And she felt the fires of lust re-igniting. "Tommy? Ohhhhhhh yes! Ohhhhhh yes, Tommy! Oh please, Tommy, don't stop. Eat me Tommy! Eat my pussy! Oh, yes." She couldn't believe what was happening. She couldn't believe it was her telling him to eat her pussy. But god, it felt so good. Tommy moved slightly upwards and began sucking Jill's love button, sending shivers through her entire body. She clutched madly at her breasts, mashing them into her body, screaming out Tommy's name. He inserted a finger into her juicy, wet cunt. Then two fingers, then three. She bucked her hips wildly as her body neared another orgasm. "Oh, Tommy, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh, Tommy. Oh fuck, I'm cumming, Tommy." And a moment later she was thrashing on the bed as wave after wave of pleasure swept over her. Finally, it was over. She opened her eyes slowly, dreamily, fresh from the most intense climax she could ever remember having. Tommy lay beside her now, her pussy juices smeared all over his face. He smiled at her, but said nothing. She looked deeply into his eyes. "Oh, Tommy, this is so wrong." She pushed him gently onto his back and laid her head on his shoulder. Her fingers wandered slowly, aimlessly over his chest. She lifted her head, looked at him closely, bent over and kissed him lightly on the lips. She kissed him again, this time opening her mouth, seeking out his tongue with hers, and finding it. She tasted herself on him, and liked what she tasted. Slowly her hand wandered down to his crotch, still encased in his work shorts. Having regained some of her strength, Jill swung her legs off the side of the bed and dropped to her knees on the floor. She took his hands and pulled him to his feet in front of her. No resistance was offered. She couldn't believe what was happening, couldn't believe she was actually about to take Tommy's cock into her mouth. But she knew that she would. Somehow, she knew that she must. And without further hesitation, she reached for his shorts and very slowly slid them over his hips. Free at last, Tommy's cock sprang to attention, now standing straight and proud before her. Truthfully, it was more than she'd hoped for. More, even, than she'd dreamed of. She discarded his shorts without a second thought and raised her hands to encase her trophy. She cupped his balls gently in her left hand, then, tenderly, stroked his rigid length in her right. Slowly, gently, she rubbed him. She leaned in, kissed it lightly on the head, then took him briefly into her mouth. She circled the eye with her tongue, clearly enjoying the feast before her. Gently, Tommy stroked her hair. "Do you like it?" "Oh, yes," she purred quietly. "Do you want it?" "Oh, yes." "Then take it," he urged. "Take it like you mean it. Take it hard! Take it all!" Not one to deny a lover, she grabbed Tommy's ass, one cheek in each hand, and pulled him into her, just like he'd demanded. She took him deep, allowing her tongue to milk his cock as she took it in, over and over, in and out, until finally he could take it no more. "I'm coming," he gasped. "Oh, Christ, here it comes." And with that, young Tommy began pumping his sperm into her mouth. She took what she could, spurt after spurt, but he just kept coming. Finally, as the last few spurts trickled out of the edges of her mouth, his stream subsided. She released his organ from her mouth and lifted her eyes to his, seeking his approval. He smiled at her, then gently lifted her to her feet, taking her in his arms and rocking her gently. Then he brushed the hair from her face and kissed her tenderly as she melted into his arms and they tumbled back onto the bed. Jill came to rest atop Tommy, her legs straddling his right leg, her right breast pressed against his chest. She supported her weight on her elbows as she stared into his eyes. "I don't know what's come over me, Tommy. Part of me is ashamed of how I've been feeling, but I just can't help it," she began. "I've never behaved like this before. Never have I had such powerful feelings about any man. Never have I felt the animal passion that I felt today with you." Again she hesitated. "I liked it, Tommy. I liked it and I want it again. Can you understand that?" "You have nothing to be ashamed of, Jill, and nothing to explain. What just happened between us was a beautiful, erotic experience. It's a memory I'll cherish as long as I live. And I, too, want it to happen again." There was silence as Tommy reached up to stroke some stray hair from her face. God, she was beautiful, he thought as he felt that familiar urge beginning to build in his dick. Jill felt it, also. She brushed his face with her right hand and leaned in to kiss him. Their lips met and opened to engulf each other. Their tongues danced crazily, while their hands began to explore each other's body. Tommy rolled her onto her back, released his lips from hers, and sent them to attack her large, excited nipples. Jill moaned in pleasure as he bit lightly first on one nipple, then the other. She raked her fingernails across his back as he pressed her mounds together, taking both nipples in his mouth together. She bucked her hips madly into his as he kissed her belly, moving slowly, but deftly towards her screaming pussy. "Oh, no you don't," she gasped, rolling him onto his back. He looked into her eyes. Never before had he imagined that someone could experience the level of pure animal lust that was so apparent in her eyes as she rose to her knees and straddled him, her pussy already dripping and crying out for release. She needed him, that much was certain, and she needed him now. Forbidden Ch. 01 Lina pulled the skirt and top from her body, fuming. Grabbing her favorite ivy inspired outfit, the leaves just barely covering her ample curves, she glared around the lavish room. "We are more and more like humans every day! Fae's used to be free flying creatures. The forest was happier then, more prosperous. Now there is nothing but rules and regulations," she muttered, pulling the pins out of her waist length auburn hair, combing the curls with her fingers until they fell over her shoulders and around her barely clad body. "You can't wear anything that might seem inappropriate if you are a lady of the court. Those outfits of yours Lina, they are too much like a pixie's outfit. You are a fairy, a ruler of this forest! You must behave like one. No more flying off whenever you have a whim. And please, please, treat the men of the court with respect. You are old enough to be married soon, and yet you treat all the men as playthings, sleeping with whom you will, when you will." Her mother's words flitted through her mind as she scrubbed off the makeup her mother's servants had painstakingly applied during the lecture two candlemarks before. Throwing open the windows of her room, she tossed the betrothal ring the ancient lord had placed on her finger only moments before. I am not a human to be bartered for better standing in the court for my parents. I will not be chained to a doddering fool. Nor to someone I don't love. Ever! I am a strong intelligent woman who thinks for herself. If mother and father wanted a drone to parrot their words and ideas and do exactly what they want, they should have had a human girl! These thoughts ran through her mind as she spread her large gossamer wings wide and took off from the window sill. In moments, she left the castle of the King and Queen behind her, losing herself in the forest surrounding the Fae city of Karlin. As she wove through the tall, ancient trees, her fury started to abate, leaving her scared and lonely. Even her sister Mira, her dearest friend, had thought there was nothing wrong with the marriage her parents wanted to trap her in. No one had stood up for her at that long table. Not even Gaset, the man she had been dallying with lately. His eyes had met hers and his green wings and drooped, but he said nothing. Not that she had wanted to marry him. No, Gaset was fine for an evening's worth of fun, but she wanted to marry a man she loved, and he was just a mere friend. Then, there was the fear of her parent's reaction when she returned. She had stormed from the room, leaving them to face Lord Lakin, her soon to be husband. She had cost her parents face in front of the entire court, and she knew that is would cost her in return. She felt tears come to her large violet eyes as she started to head for the ground. Her bare feet touched the soft grass and she folded her wings tightly against her, the color matching her eyes perfectly. She tried to muster the anger she had felt in her room, but nothing came but the fear and loneliness. She wrapped her slim arms around herself and walked through the dappled dimness, not even seeing her path, knowing she could fly out of reach of danger in an instance. Half a candlemark later, she heard splashing, the sound pulling her out of her thoughts. Curiosity pushed aside her turmoil as she ducked low behind some bushes to peer through the green foliage at the small pond before her. Peering through the leaves, she gasped at the sight before her. A creature she had never seen, but resembled an elf, was bathing naked in the pond. He was taller then the men of her land, but shorter then the elves her people traded with. His lean, muscular body glistened with water, his skin dark as night. His long white hair spoke of old age to her, but his handsome, unlined face placed him closer to her own age. She bit her lip to hold back the gasp of surprise when he opened his eyes and she looked into vivid red eyes. Darting back into the brush, she let the leaves fall back, blocking her view of the strange man. For a moment, she considered leaving the creature to his bath and continuing on her walk. But, just as fast as it took the thought to cross her mind, she discarded it, her curiosity urging her to stay and watch. Settling herself in a more comfortable spot, she breathed a spell to keep the bugs away from her and then parted the leaves again. By now the strange man was lathering his long hair with soap, a look of pure joy on his handsome face. Lina watched entranced as he dipped under the water to rinse the soap out. When he stood up fully, she had to bite back another gasps of surprise. His member, still soft, rivaled the men of her race. She could feel herself growing moist under her ivy leaves from just looking at it. It hung proudly, just begging to be kissed and caressed. And Lina wanted to be the one to do so. One slim hand slipped between her thighs, touching her aching clit as she used the tip of one wing to caress her already stiff nipples. She watched as the man walked to the far shore of the pond, done with his bath. He lay down on the soft grass of the bank, pillowing his head with his arms and staring up at the clouds. He looked so relaxed and at peace, she envied him. He probably had not a care in the world, unlike her. But despite her jealousy, her fingers danced over her stiffening clit, her large violet eyes riveted to the dark figure before her. She bit her lip again as she felt her body heat up even more. Dipping one long finger inside her dripping sheath, she closed her eyes and envisioned it was the dark stranger who was caressing her g-spot, pressing firmly and rubbing her clit with his thumb. She could feel his touch, feather light, on her nipple, sending throbs of pleasure through her body to center in her sensitive clit. Slipping her other hand over her body, she made it into his hand, picturing the skin tone difference, his darkness against her paleness. The thought made her hotter, never having experienced anything like that before. She wondered how much he would fill her tiny body and if it would hurt her if he did. She leaned back forgetting her surroundings, her body falling out of the bush, the long auburn strands of her hair fanning out onto the water. In her mind's eye, she saw the dark stranger coming to her and loving her. His hands and mouth on her body were both loving and tender. Moaning softly, she felt herself reach the edge of her climax. Lina opened her eyes to watch the stranger, holding off her climax until she could see him. But with a start, she realized the far bank was empty. And that she was clearly exposed, her leaves pushed aside to reveal her large breasts with their tight, hard nipples. Caution overcame her desire as she scrambled up, pulling the leaves back into place. Sucking on her fingers, relishing the taste of her own juices, she searched for any sign of that tall man. Sinafay crept closer to the small creature he has spotted. His feet fell silently on the thick forest undergrowth, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. Could Lady Akoral have sent this fragile creature to entice him back to her? He doubted it, but until he was sure, he had to be cautious. Even if the surprising sight of her pleasuring herself had stirred his cock to life. When she had fallen out of the bush, startling him out of his light sleep, his first instinct had been to take her. Take her hard and fast and ask questions after. But the swim through the cool waters of the pond had taken the edge off his desire, allowing him to think clearly. He couldn't go back to Akoral. No matter what, he would keep tight hold of his newfound freedom. He was tired of being made into less then chattel, to be used when his lady wanted him. But the creature before him made him catch his breath. She made such a pretty picture, kneeling there on the grassy back. Her long curls tumbled around her slim body, the wet ends leaving trails of moisture over her ivory skin. He loved the paleness of her skin, so different from the Drow ladies he had been made to service so many times. It was pale, but in the sunlight held a rose hue, making him wonder if she tasted like roses as well. Her full breasts rose with her ragged breathing as she looked at the far bank where he had been laying only moments before. Her cheeks were flushed from her exertions and he could feel his gut tighten with desire from the way she sucked on one finger. He could imagine her sucking on his cock in the same way, in fact, could already feel her tiny mouth on his long length. He paused then, seeing her shift, the wings she had wrapped around her nearly naked form spreading wide as she shifted to the balls of her feet. Lina paused, hearing soft footfalls behind her. She unfurled her wings and rose to a crouching position, ready to take off. But curiosity stilled her. What if it was the strange man? If it was, what would she do? It was one thing to fantasize about making love with him, quite another to actually do it. But her body, so near to climax, then denied shouted that she could. Could and would, if given half a chance. Slowly, she looked over her shoulder; then froze. For standing right behind her, not even two feet away was the same creature she had just been fantasizing about. Her body gushed at the sight of him, even as her mind screamed to fly away right then. The only things that stayed her were he could reach her before she could fly out of reach, and the fact that he was hard. More the latter then the former though. The impressive size of him made her lick suddenly dry lips. She wanted him inside her, making her cry out to the gods in pleasure. And from the way his unique eyes were riveted to her and his rock hard cock, he wanted the same thing. Slowly, taking a deep breath, she rose, keeping her movements graceful. Just as slowly she turned, lifting her chin proudly, her violet eyes meeting his red ones. Smiling softly, she spoke, "Welcome to the kingdom of the Fae. I am Lady Lina, you are?" She marveled at how steady her voice was despite the rushing of her blood in her ears and the pounding of her heart. Sinafay smiled back, sweeping low in a bow, his movements as graceful as hers. But deep inside, he cried out in anger and frustration. She was another lady of another court. Had he risked his life to leave Akoral just to be caught by this delicate beauty? He sincerely hoped not. "I am Sinafay. It is indeed a pleasure to meet you Lady Lina." His words sounded sarcastic even to him, despite his best effort to sound pleased. "You have a lovely kingdom, much more colorful then where I am from. The Drow tend to not see such lovely flowers and trees as we have no sun to warm them. I also sincerely hope I was not trespassing on private land. I am just traveling through and stopped at this lovely pond for a simple bath and nap," he added, feeling the tiny creature out. He dimly remembered hearing a description of something similar to her when he had been a child. A Fae, with wings of gossamer silk and a beauty to rival and elf's who ruled the forests of the sun with a devotion the Drow could not imagine for simple trees and flowers. This girl looked to be young, though not much younger then him. He found himself drawn to her despite his better judgment. Lina looked Sinafay over. She chuckled softly at his courtly manners, finding them odd as he stood before her without a stitch of clothing on. But then again, maybe his species, Drow she reminded herself, didn't wear clothes. Some did not, like nymphs, satyrs or centaurs. But those noble creatures did not see the need for them, or for a court, so she doubted that was the reason for his nakedness. "My dear Sinafay, can I suggest you find some clothes? I would not want you to catch cold, for it gets cold very quickly in this forest at night," she said, gesturing up to the darkening sky. There, that should solve that. If he had some, he would put them on, or she would conjure some up for the night. His naked form was wreaking too much havoc on her aroused body. Right now, all it wanted was to push him to the ground as place that large, still hard cock deep inside her. He looked down at himself and shrugged. "The cold does not bother me lady, but if you insist, I can swim back over to grab my cloak for you as well as my breeches. I do not want you to be cold either. Unless, of course, you are planning on leaving soon? I'm sure your husband is missing such a beautiful Fae as you, Lady Lina." He was startled by his hope that she wasn't married or leaving soon. But he attributed that to his desire for her body and his lack of release in over a month. "I would not want you swimming when I can so easily fly. Gather some firewood for a small fire while I retrieve it, for if you do not mind my company, I will join you tonight. I have no need to return home just yet, as I have no husband to demand or control my time or actions." She hoped she hadn't sounded bitter as she took off. She retrieved his clothes and belongings and returned swiftly to help him gather deadwood off the forest floor. Silently they cleared an area for the fire then started it. It was a small fire, just enough for light and a bit of warmth. The entire time when his hand brushed hers or they bumped each other, her body got hotter and hotter. Finally, she groaned and framed his face with her hands and kissed him. Sinafay froze when her lips touched his. He had wanted this the entire time and knew she had wanted it as well. But he had not been expecting her to take the initiative. Lina felt him freeze and cursed her stupidity. They were different races, how could she think he found her attractive. Maybe to him, she was ugly, not the beauty her people found her to be. She started to pull away, ready to fly back to her parents and beg forgiveness. Then his arms closed around her and pulled her close. His lips molded to hers and sent little thrills down her spine. With a moan of delight, she slid her arms around his neck and kissed back. His hands smoothed down over her curves, brushing the sides of her breasts to settle on her hips, pulling them against his, his arousal nestling against her flat stomach. "I want you Lina, but I don't want to hurt you," he whispered, nipping at her ear. "How could you hurt me my love?" She cried out, pressing closer, hoping he would use those teeth just a little harder. "I can be rough. It was part of my training. My lady liked a rough man, and I don't want to hurt a lovely little thing like you." He groaned at her cry, wanting to hear more. He slipped one hand down to run along her inner thigh, his touch gentle and teasing. "You can be as rough as you like Sinafay. I like it like that as well." Her words sent a thrill through him. Instantly he swung her up and carried her to a large tree. Setting her back down, he ripped her clothes from her body and spun her around, pressing her tiny form against the rough bark. Growling softly into her ear, he spread her legs and pushed his breeches down, his rock hard cock bouncing free. With two fingers, he tested her readiness, grinning as they slid easily into her clenching walls. Distracted by her tight pussy, he slid his fingers in and out, preparing her for his cock. She was so much tighter and wetter then the drow ladies he had pleased. She wanted him to please her how he wanted to. And most importantly, he wanted to do it. He wanted to make her scream his name as she came around him. With this thought in mind, he lifted her enough to position his cock at her entrance, letting gravity slide her down it slowly, loving her cries of pleasure as he stretched her wide. Lina almost came from just his entrance, his cock opening her wider and farther then ever before. It was almost as if she was a maiden again, the pain mixing with the pleasure to pleasingly she whimpered. She loved the way he pinned her to the tree, her feet off the ground, and his cock deep inside her. No one had ever given her the treatment she had craved before. It wasn't done in Karlin. Ladies of rank were to be treated like porcelain glass. If they did take a bedmate, that bedmate made love to her, not took her like an animal. Despite how the lady in question might want to be taken. She cried out softly, pressing back as she settled finally, his entire length deep inside her. His answering moan and nip on her shoulder had her tightening around him. Startled, he nipped harder, to be rewarded by the tightening again. Grinning with pleasure, he pulled out halfway then took her smooth shoulder in his teeth, biting down hard as he shoved back inside her. She cried out loudly, startling the birds in the trees above them as she exploded around him. Losing track of the world around him, Sinafay's concentration narrowed on her milking muscles, the taste of her blood and thrusting deeper into her then the thrusts before. He watched as she twisted against the tree, her hard nipples rubbing against the rough bark, making the skin red and angry. Her nails dug into the bark as she rode with his thrusts, crying out with each one. He felt his balls tighten against his body and he moved harder, cupping her hips in his large hands, wanting to feel her cumming with him. Lina closed her eyes, concentrating on the feel of his spearing her over and over again. The head hit her g-spot with every move, pushing her closer and closer to anther orgasm. And when she felt him start to swell inside her, she cried her joy and his name aloud, cumming hard around him and with him, his spurts of creamy cum warming her womb. She knew in that instant she was pregnant, his seed finding fertile ground deep inside her body. Their baby would be the first Drow/Fae offspring ever. Forbidden Ch. 01 I was angry. Not for nothing, but at almost forty-six years old, I had managed to earn four degrees and was about to earn a fifth. I had been a teacher for twenty-six of those years, from the time I graduated, a raw girl, from university. I had managed to avoid pregnancy and single motherhood, not through any great goodness of my own, but because God was watching my back, and I didn't sleep around, except for that one year, when I was nineteen, and then only with those two Indian boys from Trinidad, and then only once each time. In fact, I was generally afraid of men, even though I had had deep friendships with three boys-who-wanted-to-be-men before I was twenty years old. I had grown up in a dysfunctional household where, among other things, I was the only legitimate child of my parents. My siblings, one of whom was younger than me, were either related to my mother or my father by blood, but not to both. I bore that special distinction. Now, at almost forty-six, I was a married mother of two, a boy and a girl, both of whom were off to college in a few weeks. One would be a junior, one a freshman. I was about to have an empty nest, and I was grateful not sad, because I knew I was about to blow a gasket and I didn't want the children there when I did. Maybe this was all about menopause. I certainly had had my fair share of hot flashes, anxiety attacks, weeping fits, mood swings, and weight gain. I was not happy about any of these little joys of middle life, but the weight gain upset me the most, because it only added to an already overburdened body. I was fat, and I hated it. Damaris, my daughter, had blossomed in her fourteenth year, from a fat girl to a tall, willowy young woman, now about to take the college world by storm. Her older brother, Joshua, the junior in college, had lost all the baby puddles around his middle after his first year in college, and had come home with a six-pack and beautiful biceps and triceps. My husband had taken my word for it and had lost his belly and regained his buff. Yet here I was unable to lose an ounce of flesh, and falling further and further into a funk I didn't seem to be able to get myself out of. And it didn't help that Alex, my husband of twenty two years, had developed the, in my opinion, bad habit of making decisions for us and acting on them without regard to my feelings in the matter. This was why we had ended up in this huge house two years after we bought it, with no children and a ridiculous mortgage. This was why we had a Hummer parked on the driveway, as well as the second-hand Lexus that we had before the house and the Hummer. This was why I had to drive for almost an hour to get to a hair dresser who could do black hair. This was why I was still writing my dissertation instead of job hunting in the local colleges. I was angry with Alex, as much as I was angry with myself. And it didn't help that, unlike most other menopausal women, my libido had spiked, not dipped, and being at heart a moral human being, I had to seek release in Alex. How can you be angry with someone and want to jump his bones at the same time and almost all the time? The interesting thing is that I could probably just as easily have jumped any man's bones, if I found him beautiful enough, but I knew any man I found up to scratch would find me wanting and not even spare me a second glance. So I was angry. This is why I ended up in a hotel by myself, supposedly taking some time to myself before it was time to go back to work, and before we had to take the kids up to their colleges. Alex used to suggest that I do this, when the kids were younger and I was feeling hemmed in, but I had never worked up the courage to do it until now. Now, when we could ill afford the cost of a four-day, three-night stay anywhere. But I knew if I didn't get away from him, I'd say the absolutely wrong thing and ruin any chance we might have to keep things stable between us. I looked out of the French windows to the pool beyond the flowering fence, and wished I could join those people splashing about or lounging around. But I knew I wouldn't fit in. My body was too round, and my conversation was too flat. I kept wondering why I hadn't chosen a small country inn or B & B, and then remembered that this had been a bargain I couldn't refuse. I sighed and put on my sweats. Maybe I should just go and do a little riding in the exercise room. I took a towel with me and went off to the gym in the basement. No one seemed to be around, which was fine by me, I thought, trying to ignore the niggling feelings of loneliness and fear that threatened to ambush and overwhelm me. I chose a stationary bike in the back of the room, and set it to the time and speed I thought I could handle without having a heart attack. I did the warm-up stretches I had learned from Body by Jake shows, and then I rode hard for about thirty minutes without stopping. I had worked up a sweat and was feeling the burn in my legs, and the pumping of my heart was making me feel like I was accomplishing something when another woman came in and with her a tall, broad, muscular man. He seemed to be her personal trainer, because he set up the first machine she would work on while she warmed up, and as I moved on to the weights, she began her routine. Suddenly, I was not in the mood to shake the fat anymore. I had been in the gym a good forty-five minutes by now, and I thought to myself that I had done enough for one morning. Maybe I'd come back in the afternoon, if the pool was still too crowded. I wiped sweat from my face with the towel I had brought and was about to leave the room when the trainer approached me. "You should stretch to end your exercise routine," he advised. "Keeps you from having cramps later," he added. "You might even want to soak a little bit in the hot tub, to ease the tired muscles some more." I didn't know quite how to respond to this, since I hadn't realized that he had been watching me, and I wasn't sure I liked it. He was definitely not the type to look twice at me, with his broad shoulders, and what the teenage girls in my high school senior English class would call his hot body and drop-dead gorgeous face, and I couldn't imagine him having any interest in anything I did or said. So why was he talking to me now? "Are you employed here?" I couldn't stop myself from asking. My voice sounded stiff and cold to my ears. He smiled, revealing deep dimples in each cheek to match the cleft in his chin. "No, I'm with Anne," he replied, pointing to the woman he had come in with. "I hope I haven't offended you," he continued, watching my face anxiously. My turn again. "No," I lied, willing my pulse to go back to normal after that sexy smile, "I'm just ... surprised, that's all. Usually no one talks to me when I come down here. Anyway, thanks for the tip." "You're welcome," he answered, smiling again, and then, just before he walked away, he added, "If you can wait a few minutes, I'll show you a few stretches." I was tempted, oh I was tempted, but I was beginning to feel afraid, my old response to all men. I lied again. "Sorry, I have an appointment and I'm about to be late as it is. Maybe next time." I made good my escape, before he could continue. My heart was pounding as I made my way back to my room. I was a married woman who didn't know anything about how to handle men who made passes at her, especially when she was interested. Guilt washed over me. I shouldn't even have had that conversation, I shouldn't have let him think I would entertain him again. But he was a gorgeous man, and I recognized my immediate response to him for what it was. Best to stay away from all that. I may have some problems with my husband, but I wasn't about to make a spectacle of myself with a stranger. I showered and washed my hair. Wrapped in a terry bath robe, I sat in front of the television and dried it with the little blow dryer provided by the hotel. Then I combed and brushed it and secured it in a ponytail. It fell to my shoulders, thick and lush, one of the few things I still actually liked about myself. Alex liked it too, and was always playing in it, sometimes to my great irritation. Alex! I hadn't thought about him at all for a whole day. After dinner, I decided, I'd call him, to find out how things were going. Damaris had her hair appointment today, and they were to go shopping for linens and toiletries. I was relieved that they didn't need me. Damaris had her head solidly on her shoulders, and Alex could deal with Josh's boy issues, having been a boy himself once. Nothing interesting was on television, so I took up the book I had been reading and stretched out on the chaise lounge by the French windows. I don't know when I fell asleep, but I had the most explicitly erotic dream I had ever had, and it was about the stranger in the gym doing the most unspeakably exciting things to me with his hands and mouth and other body parts. I woke up in a sweat, my heart pounding fiercely in my chest. I didn't know this man, not even his name, and for all I knew he was a lounge lizard or a man on the prowl for weak women like me to prey on. What was I doing dreaming about him? A knock on the door woke me instantly. I hurried to see who it was, tying the bath robe more firmly around my waist, and wondering who could be there, since I had not ordered anything from room service. I peeped through the little peephole and saw the dishy stranger from the gym. My face heated. How did he know where I was staying? Should I open the door? "Mrs. Kerr, we met earlier today in the gym. May I have a word with you?" So, he knew I was married, and he still wanted to talk. Maybe that meant he was harmless and I had nothing to worry about. I opened the door on the chain. "Please wait a few minutes." He nodded and leaned against the wall, hands in the pockets of dark blue slacks. I closed the door, my hands sweaty, my heart pounding again, and tried to think clearly. Why did he want to see me and what was I to wear? I couldn't make up my mind about the latter question, and I wouldn't know the answer to the former question until I had some clothes on, so I put on red Capri pants and a white T-shirt. Slipping my feet into a pair of thongs, I re-opened the door. "Yes, how may I help you?" I asked in my best cool voice, avoiding his eyes. "Can we talk in the bar?" he asked, blue eyes piercing into me. "What is this about?" I asked, sliding my gaze away from his face. "It's a little awkward to discuss at your door, and it would probably not be in the best taste to have a strange man in your room," he answered, with a look I couldn't read on his face when I looked up again. "Okay," I agreed after a very long pause. I was on holiday, and not likely to meet this man ever again after today, I reasoned, so I went back inside for my key card, stuffed it into a pocket and left the room. The bar was public enough that he couldn't try anything, but having never been in a bar before, I was still wary of him. "You have the advantage of me. It might help if I knew what to call you," I said coolly. He laughed softly. "Sorry," he said, "I'm Ben Mandeville." He put out his hand and I put my own into it. His hand was big and warm, and he squeezed mine gently before letting go. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Mandeville," I said. "Where's your boss?" He turned puzzled eyes to me. "My boss?" he asked, then smiled. Oh my, those killer dimples again! "You mean Anne? She's not my boss, she's my sister. I'm helping to train her for a competition she's entered. It's happening this weekend, and these are the last few days before the big event." He paused, as we exited the elevator and headed towards the bar. "Where's your husband?" was his surprising question. "At home with the kids, getting them ready for college." I wanted him to know I was no shrimp, and he should respect me. "College? How many kids?" We were being seated as he asked that one. "Two," I answered, deciding not to volunteer any more information, but needing to know why we were sitting in a bar having drinks when we didn't know each other, had never even met before that morning. He had ordered a beer. "Why are we here?" I asked plainly. "We don't know each other." "I'd like to get to know you, and I thought you might not mind getting to know me," he said, his voice changing subtly on the word "know". I felt myself changing color, and wished I could leave. I fell back on outrage instead. "I see marital status doesn't mean anything to you, Mr. Mandeville." "You wound me," he said, assuming a hurt expression. "You're a beautiful woman, and you caught my eye. I'm interested in you, I want to talk to you, to be in your company. After all, I assume that we're both on holiday, and I merely want to spend my free time in pleasant company." "Why?" I wanted to know. I tried to ignore the beautiful woman part. "What's the point of such a relationship?" "Does being married make you off limits? Where's the harm in making a new friend?" His question was soft. "Do women have to be beautiful to qualify for friendship with you?" I asked, ignoring the part about marriage making me off limits. He swallowed some beer before answering. "No, they don't, but I get to choose who I want to be friends with, and this time I want you." I heard no special intonation in his voice this time, but I felt the thrum of double entendre nonetheless. I hadn't been an English teacher for twenty-six years for nothing. I looked at him as he sat opposite me, taking in the black hair with sprinkles of grey throughout, cut military style, the extra long eyelashes, the dark blue, almost black eyes, the square jaw with the beginning of a five o'clock shadow. His hands were large and deeply veined, with long fingers, as though he played the piano. I struggled to keep my mind away from thoughts of those hands on my body, remembering the very erotic dream I had had about him. His skin was the color of caramel. So much like my own that he might pass for a light-skinned black man. Only that hair and those eyes gave him away. "Do you like what you see?" he asked suddenly, smiling slowly at the flush of color that infused my face. "Do I pass?" I decided to try and disconcert him. "For a white man, yes," I responded, trying to inject nonchalance into my voice. He chuckled. "Touché, Mrs. Kerr, touché!" He raised his hand for another beer, and asked, "Want another?" I had ordered a strawberry daiquiri, and knew I didn't need to have a second, but I said yes, and the waiter went away to get the second round. I could feel his eyes on me, and almost jumped out of my skin when he asked, "Why are you so shy? You're beautiful and, I've now discovered, clever and witty." His eyes searched my face in the dimly lit room. "I'm not shy," I corrected him. "I'm just uncomfortable with men." "Someone hurt you once," he said slowly, after a pause, "and we've all been tarred with his brush in your eyes. But we're not all cruel, hateful creatures, you know. Some of us are actually human." He laughed when he said that. Then he continued, with what sounded like regret in his voice, "But you already know that, since you married one." "Most men of my acquaintance only want one thing, though not usually from me," I said coldly. He leaned forward in his chair and took my hand, holding it firmly when I tried to pull it away. "And you're wondering whether that's what I want, too, right?" He looked me in the eyes, and then slowly raised my hand to his lips, not taking his eyes from mine. "I won't deny that I often want that, too," he confessed, and his dark blue eyes glittered, "but right now I really only want to get to know you. Sex without friendship is prostitution, and I choose to be with you, not a prostitute. Besides, as you say, you are married." He kissed my hand again, then let me go and asked, "Pax?" I relaxed and nodded. I was beginning to enjoy this charged banter between us, and I was intrigued by this man who wasn't afraid to say what he wanted. I just had to be careful about all this hand kissing, though. That could lead to places I would rather not go. "How did you know my name and where to find me?" I asked, as I sipped my second drink. "I used my eyes," he said. His answer was non-committal, giving nothing away. "And I saw you go to your room when you first arrived. You didn't notice, but I was in the elevator with you. I'm just down the hall." I wasn't sure I liked that he was staying in a room close to mine, but there was nothing I could do about that. I felt his eyes on me again, and blushed. "I wish you wouldn't keep staring at me," I said, irritated and not a little bit afraid. "It makes me uncomfortable." "I don't mean to make you uncomfortable," he said. "If I promise not to stare anymore, will you have lunch with me?" He looked at his watch as he spoke, and I realized with a pang that I was hungry, too. "What about your sister? Won't she mind having lunch with a stranger?" "Anne doesn't eat lunch. She has a power shake and a nap." He put up his finger again and asked for the drinks to be added to his bill. "Do you want to eat in, or shall we go out for lunch?" His question startled me, until I figured out he meant the hotel restaurant or one in town. I chose the hotel restaurant, in the interests of safety, though considering that I was alone in the hotel, I'm not sure how safe I was anywhere with this interesting man. "Can we not sit by the door?" I requested. "Afraid of being seen with me?" he teased. He didn't know how close to the truth he was, and I didn't enlighten him. I laughed lightly and left the question unanswered. As we sat at the table for two in the corner by the fish tank, I wondered whether this intimate setting was any better than the table by the door. But it was too late to change so I sat and looked at the menu. I was starving, but I didn't want to order too freely, for fear I put him off. I found myself reluctant to leave him with a bad impression of me, so I tried to find the least expensive items and had just decided to drink water instead of the fruity concoction I really wanted to try, when I heard, too close for comfort, in my ear, it seemed: "Stop it! Order what you want to eat. You agonize over everything, don't you?" I looked up to find him watching me amusedly, and I was suddenly more upset than if he had called me a fat cow. No one, not even Alex, had ever been able to read me so well, and I did not like the way it left me feeling vulnerable. Fuming, I lowered my eyes to the menu again, and felt him touch my arm. "Sorry!" he said. "I didn't mean to upset you, though I'm not sure what I did." There was a question in his voice, and I decided to answer him. "I dislike being watched. It makes me uncomfortable." That was the third time today I had told him he made me uncomfortable. Not a good way to start a friendship, or anything else, for that matter, and definitely not a good way to impress anyone with my great self-confidence. "Doesn't your husband watch you?" he asked innocently, too innocently I thought. "That's different," I retorted. "He's my husband. We've been together for twenty-two years." I clamped my mouth shut. Too much information, again. He called the waitress over and placed his order, then waited while I placed mine. I ordered the fruity drink and a ham sandwich with salad. "We'll order dessert later," he told the waitress. I stole a look at him while he dealt with her, and what I saw made me squirm in my seat. I saw full lips curved in a smile, a handsome square-jawed face, broad shoulders, muscular arms, and large, capable hands; I saw a man I could happily make love with. I didn't realize I had made a sound until he asked, Forbidden Ch. 01 "What's the matter?" His voice was concerned. "Matter? Nothing," I said stupidly. I felt a wave of guilt rise up inside me and settle in my chest. I gulped some water, but it didn't stop me from noticing the way his hands broke the bread, and spread the butter, or the way he bit into it and chewed slowly, his eyes all the time watching me. He was watching me watch him! Oh God, this was getting out of hand. I swallowed and reached for the water again. "Why not have some bread instead?" he suggested. "What's your pleasure?" My pleasure? To jump your bones, I thought, and felt myself changing color. I lowered my head, but I knew he had seen me blush. "End? Middle?" he continued, as though nothing had happened. "End, please!" I squeaked out. This was not where I wanted things to go, and I was going to do everything in my power to steer my thoughts in any direction but that. He remained uncharacteristically quiet, and the silence between us became strained. The waitress brought my salad, and I was grateful for something to do that required me to pay attention to something other than my thoughts. When the main course came, I dug in mutely, hoping he didn't care that the silence between us was now unbearably loud. I looked everywhere except at him, for once so occupied distracting myself that I failed to register his eyes on my face, on my mouth. I didn't notice that he'd stopped eating, and I wasn't prepared for his hand to appear directly in front of my face, as he tried to get my attention. "Hey," he said in a low voice that was strangely husky. "Relax. Why fight it?" This time I couldn't hide the rush of color to my face, nor could I pretend I didn't know what he meant. I felt warm all the way down to my toes. He reached for my hand, but I moved it into my lap. "I can't relax," I hissed. "I am a married woman, for heaven's sake!" "You turn me on, too," he said, as though I hadn't spoken. "I won't apologize for liking the way you look, the way you move, the way you sound. And you've got the most expressive face," he continued, reaching over and touching my face before I knew what he was up to. His hand on my cheek felt so warm, and his touch was so tender that I felt the tears gather in my eyes. I lowered my lashes, and tried to stop my eyes from overflowing. "I'm attracted to you," he continued, "and I don't want to lose out on what might be a beautiful friendship because you're married and I'm afraid of how much I want you." He cupped my cheek. "Maybe this isn't the right time, but I know you're the right one. I'm damned if I'm going to miss the chance to get to know you better." I looked up at him, about to protest, when he said, "I promise not to do anything you don't want me to do." He brushed away a tear that was still hovering on my lashes, and smiled at me again. "And I promise to let you go, until the right time." He took his hand away from my face and finished his meal, talking about nothing, helping me to relax. I was still trying to process the comment about me turning him on. To me, that was the most unbelievable thing he'd said all afternoon. How could I, the fat one, turn anyone on, let alone this hunk of masculine desirability? I began to be aware of my hands, with the long broad fingers, their roundness made more noticeable by the imprint that the rings made on each hand. What could possibly be sexy about them? Or about the beginnings of a second chin, and the chubby cheeks? Thank God my arms were hidden by sleeves and my belly by the long shirt! "What would you like for dessert?" his voice broke into my unhappy thoughts. "Dessert? I probably shouldn't have..." He cut me off. "You're doing it again. Stop agonizing over it. Do you want something or don't you?" I wouldn't have minded some chocolate ice cream, but I swallowed and said, "No, thanks. I'm fine." At the very least, I could stop spending his money, especially since I still didn't know anything about him. "I don't know anything about you," I said aloud, voicing my thoughts. "What do you want to know?" he asked, dipping his spoon in the sundae he had ordered. I watched the spoon on its way to his mouth, and had to tear my eyes away. I missed his small smile, and the desire that flashed briefly in his eyes. By the time I looked at him again, his face was placid, his eyes merely dark blue. "Are you married?" I asked him, looking at his hands as I did. No rings, but that didn't mean anything. "Widowed," he answered, and kept spooning dessert into his mouth. "How long were you married before she died?" I should know at least as much about him as he knew about me. "Twenty years," he replied, "and we have three children. All in college, one about to graduate, one in graduate school, one a sophomore." "Do you think your kids would approve of what we're doing?" I asked. I knew mine would be horrified. "So far, we haven't done anything except have a couple of drinks and lunch together." His voice was amused. "I don't think they'd be scandalized. Yours? "Horrified," I said shortly. "Why? Don't they think their mom should have male friends?" His question was asked casually, as he sucked in more sundae. "They don't know their mother to have any male friends like you," I admitted in a soft voice. "Like me?" he asked, equally softly, watching me without appearing to. "Potential competition for their dad," I said, after a very long pause. I looked him directly in the eyes as I said that, and noted the flicker of some quickly hidden emotion in their dark blue depths. He finished his dessert, and called for the bill. Then he said, "Have dinner with me tonight?" "What about your sister?" I asked. "What about her?" he countered. "She doesn't know me," I said, "and I would feel very uncomfortable with her..." I stopped, unable to say how I was feeling. He did not answer immediately, but waited until we were alone in the elevator. "Anne does not control who I eat with. And if that's what is going to keep us from spending a pleasant evening together, I'll tell her she's dining alone. I want to see you again." We were now at my door. He bent his head, and I moved away. "No, please, no kisses." "Not even on the cheek?" he asked, his eyes begging me to say yes. I felt his breath on my face. "Not even on the cheek," I echoed. I swallowed, because at that moment I wanted to feel his mouth on mine more than I wanted anything else in the world, and I knew he knew it. I turned away and opened my door. "Dinner?' he asked again. "Maybe we shouldn't...I shouldn't..." He reached out for me, turned me around, and held me close before I knew what he was about, and I felt a rising panic. "Bronwyn," he said. "An unusual name for an unusual lady. I like that name. Someday you'll tell me how someone clearly not Welsh ended up with that name." He held me away from him so he could look me in the eyes. "I want you, make no mistake about that. And I'd do anything to taste you right now, right here," he said, looking with raw desire at my mouth, "but I made you a promise I intend to keep. So, have dinner with me. Please." I smiled for the first time that day. "Okay," I said. "What time?" "Eight o'clock?" he asked. I nodded and went in. Forbidden Ch. 01 When people used to ask Kevin what was special about him, he would hesitate. He was adopted, like his sisters, but that was about it. In fact, the strangest thing about him was just how normal he was. He was five foot ten with medium-short brown hair and a medium build, the son of an accountant and a real-estate agent, with an older and a younger sister. His family lived in a large five-bedroom house with three floors, not super-rich but rather well off. He didn't get everything he wanted all the time, but it was safe to say that his college would be paid for him if he decided to go. It was the kind of life that most people dream of, the famous 'other side' to the majority for people in North America. Unfortunately for Kevin, that sort of dream doesn't actually exist. Sure, his life was a lot easier than someone in Africa or even down the road with five siblings and one washroom. Life is one of those tough things, where it isn't just what you have that makes you happy. Despite the beliefs that society is based upon, happiness is a choice. The quality of life may make it simpler to choose happiness, but it doesn't by any means guarantee it; just ask people in Hollywood. Despite everything he had, Kevin found it hard to say that he was happy. When he was seven, getting that new bike he wanted so badly was enough to get him by with a big grin and a positive outlook on life. Now, that concept seemed shallow. Personally, he blamed philosophy class. He thought it should be called 'make yourself depressed for no reason' class; in the former year, he'd been introduced to existentialism. On the very first day of grade twelve, he was late to class and the teacher was just starting the lesson. So, to punish him, he was asked by the teacher in front of the class what he knew for sure. He said "If I'm able to consider my own existence, albeit consider anything at all, then I must exist on some level. Everything else is fallible." He had instantly regretted it, as he saw all the people who were dressed like him start to giggle and point. It seemed childish, but it was a sure sign of social extermination. He had just moved to a new city to start the second half of twelfth grade, and his first day was nothing less than a disaster. The day ended an hour early because it was the first day and there was a seminar all of the grade eleven and twelve students had to attend. Instead, he decided to head home early. His other classes were boring, and he found himself exhausted and humiliated as he put his helmet on and jumped on his new motorcycle. His mother had insisted that he drive a car, for safety reasons. She personally knew of several motorcycle deaths involving friends' siblings, cousins, and the likes. No one in their family had died on a motorcycle, because they were all rather rich and most of them considered themselves above that sort of thing; riding a motorcycle that is, not dying. They were in denial about their own mortality, in Kevin's opinion. In order to justify moving at such a critical time in the kids' lives, their parents had made concessions. Both of his sisters had asked to be treated life adults, though neither of them really acted too much like they were. His younger sister Laura was allowed to start dating, and his older sister Madison was allowed to stay home and mooch for as long as she wanted. He asked for a motorcycle. It seemed he got a new bike anyways, regardless of how shallow it made him. He looked around and spotted a few of the people who had avoided him throughout the day, because of his comment in philosophy. According to a guy with really thick glasses in English class, the cool kids took philosophy as a free credit, and he had made an impression on most -- if not all -- of them. Now he turned the key in his Black Honda CB750. He noticed how many people were looking at him, and decided to use the kick start instead of the automatic. Just for effect. The automatic started on his bike worked, the bike being pristine out of a collection a friend of his dad's had. He hauled himself up and onto the kick, then jammed down. The engine growled to a start and began purring beneath him. When he leaned the bike up more, he noticed how much weight he had. He was only one-sixty, but the armored leather jacket that his mom had insisted on weighed fifteen pounds. He asked his mom to pay for his gas if he had to wear such a stupid thing, to which she'd agreed. Truth be told, he didn't mind it at all. It was black leather with silver wings, which was a design that he'd considered. The armor pads were heavy, but they gave it a nice shape and made him feel a bit safer riding. Now he backed up, watching as several of the pointing girls were now waving playfully at him. With a twist of his wrist, he powered off back home. "Who knew that a motorcycle could have that kind of effect on reputation?" he asked himself as he drove. "Oh wait, that's the main reason I wanted one." -- Kevin walked up the driveway and around the corner of the garage, popping through the front door. Walking past the stairs in the entranceway and the living room, he popped into the kitchen. "Hey Laura, I'm home" Kevin called down the stairs. He knew that Laura would be down below, because her car was the only one in the driveway and the kids had called the downstairs as their own. The house had two bedrooms upstairs and three below, with the living room, dining room, and kitchen in the middle. There was a den, exercise room, and a Jacuzzi upstairs, while the downstairs only had the den and three bedrooms and a full bath walled off from it. Kevin could swear that he heard arguing from downstairs, so he opened the door all the way and walked down to the den. When he got there, he found Laura laid back on the large couch in the center of the room. He walked a bit farther, but then stopped. He could tell that there was something strange going on, because she was pulling her shirt up. The stairs were in the corner on the room and the couch was just to the right a bit, so she hadn't noticed him. Kevin watched in fascination as her arms went straight up along with her shirt, pulling it off and tossing it to the side. If he came down now, she'd probably scream and call him a 'perv' like the time she'd left the door open and he'd walked into the bathroom while she was showering. The door to the shower was rippled, so all that he saw was the basic outline of a person anyways. She reached up slowly and touched an index finger to each breast. Then, without a word, she began to circle each of them with a finger, spiraling closer and closer to her small pink nipples. She leaned back on the top of the couch, bending her back a bit, letting her long dirty blonde hair fall back. Kevin got a full view of her breasts as she caressed them. They were large, but not huge. He figured about a 36C or thereabouts. He couldn't help but think how beautiful they were, so firm and round. It was a thought which he took back when he remembered that it was his sister. When she finally reached her nipples, she pulled on them a bit and breathed in loud enough that he heard it. She began massaging her right breast, while her left hand glided gently down her front to the button of her jeans, popping it and unzipping her pants. He lowered himself to see the television, which she was still watching. It had some crappy romance flick on which he recognized the characters from, with a candlelit dinner in it. He'd seen her watching that part in her room before she closed the door. Now the man was planting soft kisses all down the woman's body towards her legs. Kevin realized that the woman was naked, and stood back up to watch again. Laura had pulled her pants half way up her thighs, being that her feet were sitting on the foot rest and her knees were up in the air. He could see her panties now, the light-blue 'little girl' ones that she wore under a giant t-shirt when the three kids watched a late-night movie. She pulled her legs together and slid down her panties, which revealed a little patch of thick brown pubes. "My sister's an aviation blonde!" Kevin shouted silently. He couldn't help but think about how wrong it was to watch his little sister masturbating, but he supposed that it wasn't that bad. He didn't do drugs, had never smoked, and never drank, though he supposed that the last two were only different because society still accepted them. On the other hand, he believed that human eroticism was based almost entirely on how wrong something was, and he found his sister with her panties down almost deathly erotic. His problem was made worse as his sister spread her legs again and began stroking down between them. Now he considered a different problem. His cock was swollen, and his only refuge was his room, which was on the other side of his naked sister. He decided that the game was over, but it pained him that he hadn't seen her naked pussy. It was something which hadn't really bothered him until now, but he knew why. Before that afternoon, he had never thought of his sister in any sexual way. The reason he never thought about her was more because he thought of her as a child, which was just wrong. In fact, he now knew it to be false as well. He walked down the stairs again. "Laura, are you—"He intentionally put on a concerned tone and cut himself off as he came into full view of her. She jumped straight up and off the couch, like a sleeping cat which was rudely awoken. She pulled up her panties and then covered her breasts with one hand, using the other to grab her shirt. "I was just...uhh...I was..." She just trailed off, as though the situation was self-explanatory. To be honest, it was. "Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you" Kevin helped. "No! I mean, it isn't what it looks like" Laura attempted to come up with a believable excuse, but settled for a bad one. "I was just watching a movie, and I got warm so I figured no one would mind if—"She was cut off by a loud moan from behind her, the movie moving on without her. "Looks like you're going to miss the climax of your movie" he teased. He smiled. "Climax, that's clever" he laughed to himself. His sister could tell that he found it funny, and was enraged. She wasn't really sure why, but maybe it was the awkwardness of the situation. "You're such a pervert, Kevin. Friggin perv." She finally got her hands on her shirt, and considered going to her room before putting it on. "Oh, this is my favorite part" Kevin said, coming around the couch and sitting beside where she was before. The man was licking the woman's clit, and she was moaning loudly. "Seriously, Lor. I know what you were doing. I'd have to be stupid not to know, but it's alright. We all masturbate, and we all know that we all do it. Why be all secret about it?" Laura was taken aback a bit. Just because she knew that he and Madison masturbated, she'd never realized that they'd obviously both know about her and each other doing the same thing. Slowly, she sat back down on the couch, still holding her shirt in front of her naked chest. "You remember how we used to run around in the play room buck naked, and it didn't bother any of us? It's pretty crazy how far we've come. First we all had to wear pants all the time, and then you guys always had to wear a shirt. Hell, even I have to wear a shirt all the time now! You know what? I don't feel like it. I'm not succumbing to society's pressure anymore. I'm taking off my shirt. You don't mind, do you?" He looked at Laura, who cautiously shook her head. He pulled his shirt off and put it down beside himself. "You know, I don't care if you wear a shirt either. It's not a big deal." He laughed again. "I've seen them now anyways." Looking down at her shirt, Laura thought about what she should do. She really didn't want to wear a shirt. That's one of the reasons that she went to her room so much; she didn't have to wear anything there. "I know that you don't like things on your skin. That's why you don't wear bras, right?" He got a slow nod, and then saw as she put her shirt on the couch opposite him. He was amazed by how smooth they looked up close, though he made sure not to stare. The last thing he wanted was for her to be creeped out. She warily lay back, watching him as though he would suddenly freak out about her nudity. After a minute, she seemed to calm down. He had done anything but, and was solid as a rock. His sister was idealistic, and didn't realize that they wore clothes because they weren't the same as they were then -- physically or mentally. That was before her chest and ass swelled, before his balls dropped and his dick grew, and before any of them could have children of their own. As well, it was before any of them knew about sexuality, lust, or sex. He noticed that her hand was up at her right breast, touching her nipple and wiggling it around a bit. He felt his cock pushing at his jeans, trying to get free. She began caressing herself a little more, looked down at her jeans and then stopped. "You know, it's alright. We all do it, and it's totally natural. Here, I'll do it too. I've been meaning to ever since I spotted this cute brunette earlier." Kevin stood up, dropped his pants, then sat right back down. Laura let her mouth fall open at the sight of his prick. Although only average at seven inches, she'd never seen a real one. She also noticed that there was a little blob of something on the tip. "What's that?" she asked, pointing at the tip, and then blushing as she realized what she'd just done. "I meant...sorry, I didn't mean to look." Kevin just laughed. "It's okay, you don't have to apologize. That's just a little pre-cum, from thinking too much and not doing anything about it." Laura smiled awkwardly and laughed...sort of. It was more like a sound you'd expect from a sick animal. She wasn't very good at hiding nervousness. When Kevin began jerking off slowly, Laura felt strangely turned on. She could feel growing warmth between her legs, and in her stomach. It was hard to imagine that she could be turned on by her own brother. Instead, she blamed the movie. The man had just climbed onto the woman and was thrusting into her, grunting and saying her name. The sudden change must have turned her on. Even so, she was still staring at Kevin's dick. Even as his hand slid up and down it, her hand was gliding down to her pants. Her zipper was down and her button undone, so her hand pushed her jeans along her legs. Her thumb slipped under each side of her underwear, pulling them down inch by inch. Her right hand continued to pleasure her breasts, while the other slithered between her thighs. Her index finger gently touched her clit and then slid down along her slit, each millimeter sending a bold of pleasure up her center. When it reached her opening, it dipped inside and back out. Her hand arched and pushed two fingers inside her, rubbing her nub with the ball. She closed her eyes and began stroking more and more fiercely. "Oh god, I think I'm about to cum" Kevin announced, which caused another surge of excitement in Laura. "Cum inside me" she begged, and then came to a crashing halt as she realized what she'd just said. "I didn't...I mean, I...I have to go." With that, she pulled up her pants and ran to her room with her shirt, locking the door behind her. "What the hell" Kevin said, and finished jerking off. A few minutes later, Madison ran down the stairs and pretended to trip at the end, rolling along the floor and finishing in a ball on the floor. Kevin noticed that she was wearing her famous combination; a pair of black sweatpants and a navy blue polo. She stuck her hands out at random angles. "Tada!" she said with a smile, looking up at him. "Hey sis, what's up?" Kevin asked, smiling. "Oh, you know, blah, blah, and more blah. How 'bout you? And please come up with some reason there's porn on the TV" Kevin laughed. He hadn't remembered that the porn was on until now. "I actually have a funny story; do you have a minute to listen?" Madison nodded. "When I got home, I found Laura masturbating down here and watching this, so I went down and...well I think I might have upset her. I know it's really wrong, but I kind of jerked off in front of her." Madison laughed. "That's a good one." After a moment, she realized he wasn't kidding. "Seriously? Doesn't that set off your weird-o-meter? I mean, doing it right in front of your own sister?" Kevin considered the question quite seriously. "No, not really. I mean, we all do it, and we're all honest to each other about everything, so why would we be closed about that? If anything, it should be weird that we don't talk about it." Madison nodded again. "Would you mind if I did it right now?" she asked, as if testing the waters. Kevin shrugged. Madison sat down on the couch where Laura had been, and pulled her shirt off. Her tits were a bit bigger than Laura's, but just as firm. Neither of them had visible areolas, though they both had light pink nipples. She brushed her red ponytails back over her shoulders and leaned right back onto the couch, then lifted her ass up and slit her pants and panties right off. She placed them on top of her shirt. "I like to lay down while I do it, is that okay?" She asked as if it was a big deal, but Kevin didn't realize it was. He shook his head to indicate that he was fine with it. He only realized what she meant when she rolled to the side and laid along the couch. She was on her back and right side, her left leg straight up and her right leg straight towards the television, leaving Kevin with a perfect view of her pussy. It had an orange-red V of hair, and her swollen lips were almost pearl white. She began stroking her breast with her right hand in the same circling motion as Laura, and then her other hand started to move. As he watched in shock, she reached down and began rubbing her little clit. "Do you mind if I...?" Kevin asked, indicating his pants. Madison just shook her head, her eyes closed already. She opened them to watch him pull out his dick, pleased to see it was a decent size. She rubbed harder as she stared at his cock. He was jacking it and glancing over at her, trying not to make it obvious that he was thinking about drilling her while doing it. "Hey, I know this is a lot to ask, but would you do me a favor?" Kevin looked over at Madison, apparently stunned that she was talking. "I have a really hard time getting off with my fingers. Would you be willing to lick me? I'd owe you big." Kevin somehow looked even more stunned, but still nodded slowly. As if suddenly delivering the message to his conscious mind, he lowered his mouth to her. He licked up her slit, and then dipped his tongue inside her. "A little higher, please" Madison asked. Kevin immediately began sucking at her nub, and felt her shudder a little as he nibbled at her. "Fuck, yeah, right there" came his sister's reply. He decided to test his luck, so he reached up and placed his fingers on her juicy breast, tickling along the surface in that same spiral. She moaned, and gently pulled his head back. "Where did you learn that?" she asked. "It's a trick I've picked up" he said, laughing. She smiled. "That deserves a real kiss, for congrats." He felt like it was a strange request in the situation, but he went along with it. He gently climbed over her, his arms on either side with his body hoisted up above her. She took his head and back, and kissed him gently as he leaned down. His cock also lowered, slumping down onto her clit and sliding a bit farther down her pussy lips. She inhaled and kissed him more insistently, pulling him closer and causing his arms to buckle. Then, in one motion, his knees gave way and his rod was driven deep into his sister's cunt. She growled as she pushed his lips off hers. "How do I feel, Kev?" Forbidden Ch. 01 "Holy crap sis, you're tight" Kevin moaned, grinding her chest against hers as he pumped deeper and deeper into her. He could feel her soft walls squeezing his prick slightly, rhythmically, as he finally felt the end of her passage and his sack slapped against her ass. "I never imagined you'd be so big or so strong" his sister whimpered beneath him. She gripped his face and made him focus on her, and he stopped thrusting. "I have to tell you something. I've wanted you inside me for a long time, because I just love you so much, Kev." "I've wanted you too" Kevin admitted, which was true. Madison's breasts had already developed by the time he became interested in girls. He could still remember the first time he came, imagining he was hilt-deep in his sister. Now it was no longer a dream...almost. Kevin began driving into his sister again. He was getting to the point where he had to choose where to cum. His few minutes of jacking had been intense and had worn him out a bit, not to mention the overwhelming eroticism of fucking his own big sister. She kissed him and began rocking against him, his pelvis slapping against hers again and again. He could feel their sweat and juices dripping down his balls as they began constricting. The three shared a bathroom, so he knew that neither one had used a tampon in two weeks, but he also saw a pack of birth-control pills sitting on the top shelf of the medicine cabinet, behind some of Madison's perfume. Though, if he had gone so far as checking inside, he would have realized that none were disappearing. "Fuck Maddie, I'm going to cum" he warned. "What should I do?" "Me too—OH!" she moaned, clenching her eyes. Instead of responding to his question, she wrapped her arms around him. One pulled him down to her as she kissed him passionately, while the other grabbed his ass and helped him plunge deeper into her. Her pussy was clamping down on him and the friction was just too intense for him to bear. He drove once more into her, and didn't pull out. He felt all his attention and sensation build up and center in his loins as his balls pulsed. She was just starting to come down from her orgasm when he felt the first shot of his searing hot spunk shoot out of his dick and splatter deep inside her. She began cumming hard on his rod as they felt jet after jet fire out of it, filling her womb with his gooey seed. "Mmm" they mouthed into each other's lips. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and explored it, then began kissing her once more. "I love you so much" he murmured, his cock still plugging his sticky cum inside her, allowing all but a bit to be sucked even deeper inside. As his dick softened, he pulled out and watched a bit of semen dribble out of her. They both got up and walked to his room, where they slept that night. No one would notice them coming out of the same room if they got up while Laura was in the shower. It gave Kevin the opportunity to spray two more loads of cum deep into her fertile body, completely unaware of the waiting egg inside her. END This story is my first attempt at what I refer to as 'smut'. I usually write science fiction, and I'm a bit of a purist, but I thought 'what the hell' and wrote this. I was kind of bored, so this is sans editing. So please let me know what you think! My name is Jonas. My e-mail can be accessed via the CONTACT tab on my profile if you want to say something nice, or if you have constructive criticism regarding my work. Forbidden Ch. 01 She could feel the panic rising in her chest. It was quiet, too quiet. The mist that surrounded her felt cool against her skin. The cotton of her nightdress swished about her as she pivoted on the large rock. She could hear the sea, and she could feel the rough gritty dusting of sand between her toes. However, it did not bring her the comfort it usually did. Instead, the usual gentle crashing of the waves droned on in her ears. She could hear the faint crackling of her father's burning barn in the distance, but other than that and the sea, she could hear nothing. She didn't know what scared her more. The fact that she was alone out here on the beach, or that she was half-tempted to believe that none of the Norwegian Viking men had followed her. Deep down she knew that was far too easy. She felt horribly selfish for running when she didn't know what was happening to her stepmother or sister. She knew she had to go back but she was terrified of being caught. Every time she closed her eyes, she came face to face with the Viking that had stood beside her bed. Moreover, she wouldn't have woken if it hadn't have been for one of his men tripping over the chest by the door. He had met her eyes when he had cursed at the larger man who fought to catch himself, and Harriot had watched on in horror. She couldn't forget his expression of frustration and amusement as she bolted from the bed. He had chased her, and from what she had gathered, he had enjoyed it too. The image of him alone sent shivers coursing through her spine. On the other hand, maybe it was just the cold. She couldn't tell any more. There was a light out to sea. It glowed bright and orange. She squinted through the mist but she could not see enough of it to tell to whom it belonged. She hoped it was her father and his men, but she couldn't rely on that hope completely. She had to light the signal fire somehow, and then maybe someone from a neighboring farm would come to help them. Or, if it were her father that he would see it and know, they were desperately in need of help and return to them as fast as he could. She gathered her nightdress in her hands and lifted it away from the rocks. Heading back towards the house was not something she felt ecstatic about. But then, she didn't know why her feet had carried her towards the sea. Up on the hill behind the house would have been a far safer option, because there would have been more places for her to hide. If she had just gone there, instead she wouldn't be faced with having to avoid the Viking men all over again. The pads of her feet burned as she stepped from one rock to another. Then her toes touched sand and its texture was heaven against the bottom of her feet. She could just make out the gentle hill back toward the gardens of her parents' home. The stone wall, all jagged from the loose rocks glowed orange from the fire that tore through the barn. The scent of the burning wood was a powerful assault upon her nose. It stung rather than tickled her senses. The warmth of it touched her cheeks, as she got closer to the wall. She crouched low and peeked over it at the Vikings that lingered just outside the door to her family home. They were chattering as though destroying a family was something they did every day. It made the blood boil in her veins. She took a moment to steady her breath. In order to get through the garden and up the hill she would have to sneak past these men. That wasn't about to be easy considering not one of them turned their backs, not even for a second. She shifted her weight and huddled closer to the wall. She would have to move as far as she could toward the shadows, and then try to climb the wall there instead. A sharp noise caught her attention. She ducked her head and stared at her nightdress in case it had caused the snapping sound. She half expected to find her dress torn from where it had caught in a bramble growing along the wall. When she realized it was not her dress that made the noise, her heart sank with fear. She risked a glance upwards towards the sky. Not even the mist could hold the powerful shadow he cast. He grabbed a fistful of the cotton at her shoulders and yanked her up from the ground. She tried to scream, but the air in her lungs and her throat, pulsed around the ball that had thickened at the back of her tongue. The flames lit up the harsh contours of his face, he was all sinewy and rough to the touch. Her feet became rooted to the ground as she looked past the corded arms that drew her into the air. His eyes were piercing and blue. As blue as any eyes could get. They stared into her soul and smiled down at her. Their turned up edges, sparkling with life, did not move with the rest of his features. His eyes lied. He did not smile. His lips were a taut thin line, though they were soft and not cracked like the Viking that had stood beside her bed. She yelped in surprise as his arm encircled her waist and dragged her closer to him. He was hurting her. He held her so tightly that the pain forced her back into reality. She fought against the straining pressure of his hand and the warmth of him pressed up against her. He was strong, so very strong that he lifted her from the ground without so much as a grunt. She kicked him, mostly because she could. And, because she hated that, it was so easy for him. He hissed in reaction, but his arms only tightened about her. He crushed the air from her lungs. She kicked out again, not because she wanted to hurt him but because she couldn't breathe. He must have known, because despite his frustration with her, his arms loosened and he lowered her feet back towards the ground. He continued to hold onto her, but she felt his body tip forward towards her. Then she felt the warm tickle of his breath against her ear. "Don't fight or you will get hurt." She understood that, but what did he expect her to do? There were a vast number of strange men overwhelming her father's estate. She couldn't stay calm. She was terrified. Promising not to hurt her if she complied would mean nothing, because they were obviously here for a reason. She had no doubt in her mind that if they didn't get what they wanted, people would get hurt. She pulled her head away from where his lips brushed against her ear. It tickled and felt strangely intimate, and she wanted no part of that. She would rather look up into his cold blue eyes that glinted with unmistakable mischievousness. It hadn't occurred to her straight away how unusual it was for him to speak her language. She stuttered and stammered before the words finally reached her lips. "H-how do you speak my language?" "Everything al-right Ivar?" The loud Norwegian toned drawl made her jump. She felt the muscles in his arms bunch in response and then he turned her with him so they both faced the other man. It was the man who had been in her bedroom, the one that had fallen over the chest by the door. He grinned at the pleasure of seeing her again. No doubt, her capture would get him out of trouble. Especially because he was the reason, she had managed to escape in the first place. Maybe she should thank him for being so clumsy, and curse herself for being caught. She tipped her body forward and away from the Viking that held her. He was so close to her, and the warmth of him seeped through her thin night-dress. He understood what she was doing because he let her lean forward until she leaned against his hands. He was the only thing steadying her weight, without him she would surely go crashing to the ground. A part of her hoped he would let her go, because when he did, she would run. "Take her and put her with the others." She heard the man behind her, Ivar, said to the other man, the man she did not like. Her skin crawled in response to his held out hand. He must have thought she would go to him willingly, but she would not. The minute Ivar's fingers loosened about her waist, she knew she was going to make a break for it. And when it did come, she decided she would have to do something to demobilize him, to give her enough time to flee. Because he was so strong, and probably fast, she just couldn't take the risk of making any mistakes that she would regret later. She stomped on his foot with every ounce of energy she could muster. Despite his groan, his arms tightened, but she managed to slip through them while she could. He was quick to react though, as he quickly forgot his pain and launched forward in pursuit of her. There was a roar of laughter from his men, which seemed to fuel him more. The glance she risked back at him told her if he caught her, she would be in deep trouble. His eyes glinted from the fire in the barn. Originally, she had thought the tingling sensation building in her stomach had been because of her nerves. Now she realized it had nothing to do with that and everything to do with his eyes. She headed for the garden. He was tall and lean so she expected he was faster and she would have to slow him down to give herself a real chance at escape. She was a lot smaller than he, she was lucky if her forehead reached his biceps. She was also light with less muscle to weigh her down. She headed for the peas, but even she had to duck to run down the centre of the trellises. He wouldn't be able to fit unless he planned to rip the entire crop out of the ground. She stopped dead in her tracks when she realized he hadn't followed her. She was in the middle of the long strip of over growing vegetables, so she didn't know if he could see her. She couldn't hear him, and he hadn't struck her as the type to give up so soon. She looked back and forth to either entrance to the trellises he was at neither. The only thing she could hear was the crackling from the barn. She tried to think like him, she didn't expect he would give up so he must be waiting at the end where she would come out. She doubled back on herself, and made her way back towards the end she had originally entered through. When she reached the end, she hesitated and took a moment to re-think her plan. There was no telling where he was or what he'd do. She felt this was her best chance at escape. She was wrong. She screamed when a hand caught hold of her and ripped her through the side of the peas. The plants branches snagged on her night-dress as she sputtered passed the pea leaves that swamped her face. She tried to fight back. She dug her nails into his arms and hissed her discomfort. But he did not let her go -- he refused to. Then she was face to face with him all over again. "Why!" she yelled at him. "Why are you doing this to me and my family?" She struggled against his arms and frowned up at him. He genuinely seemed to consider his answer before his face re-hardened, and his expression turned blank. She let out a squeaky 'o' of frustration and shoved at him, but he did not budge, he just stood there. "That is a question you should ask your father." She froze. Her heart literally missed a beat as it sunk in her chest. His tone of voice had been soft but it had been full of conviction. Her father was a powerful man, and the kind of person you'd rather forget than remember. He had made her life a misery, so she knew he was capable of doing that to other people's lives too. "What did he do?" she hardly recognized her own voice when she asked him. He looked away, and for a moment, she thought she saw a flash of weakness. But as usual, it was quickly replaced by a blank expression. He started moving her again. Dragging her back toward the others, and she was powerless against his strength. She dragged her feet in the dirt. "You're just hurting yourself more" "Then stop doing this. You're a monster. You all a-" He cut her off mid-sentence by stopping and snapping his head in her direction. He grabbed her by the cheeks so forcefully that his hands bit at her skin. Then he kissed her. She gasped against the swelling pressure of where his lips met hers. And she shoved her hands up between their bodies until they rested against his chest. The action was meant to put some distance between them, but he only leaned in closer. She couldn't decide which was more overwhelming. The pressure of him pressed so close to her or the fact she was being kissed by a Viking. It seemed to drag on forever, and then suddenly the warmth of him was gone. His lips curled at the edges and he rewarded her with a smile. He looked as though that kiss had actually meant something to him. She wasn't sure how she felt about it. She had never thought she would kiss another man after Edward. All she knew was it felt nothing like her and Edward's had, but that might be because she had loved Edward. She hated that she was actually comparing them. "Why did you do that!" she hissed. "I thought it might shut you up, but obviously not." He grabbed her by the wrist and continued to drag her. She was too dazed to fight him, too surprised even to try. The last thing she had ever expected was for him to kiss her. It made her feel numb and oddly detached from her own body. She felt like she was on the outside looking in, and her step mother's voice rang in her ears, 'traitor' she would say. Maybe she was. She hadn't exactly tried her hardest to stop him from kissing her, not that she could predict what he was about to do. And that was pretty unpredictable. It had taken her completely by surprise, even when the reality of what was happening had caught up with her. She had been half tempted to explore that time where everything around her had just stopped. She did feel guilty, even though her step mother and step sister had never been particularly nice to her. When she thought about it, she realized her father hadn't been so great either. He had allowed them to treat her the way they did -- encouraging it even. So he was as much to blame for the bitterness bubbling about inside of her. He could have changed it, but he never noticed her long enough to see how truly miserable they all made her. But that doesn't mean she agrees to the fate these men would deal to him if they should capture him. He didn't deserve to die at the hands of another. No one did. It was pointless and cruel. Seeking revenge only caused a reaction from someone else, a consequence. This only led them right back into the same direction all over again. It was just a never-ending circle of events, tit for tat, and a life for a life. At what point does it all just stop? Does it ever stop? Maybe not in her lifetime or the next, but at some point, she wished it would. She didn't wish the pain of losing someone close to you upon anyone. Whether it is a father or a mother, a brother or a sister, even a child. Whether man liked it or not, their actions will affect someone else's life the way theirs have been affected. These are usually her thoughts as she sits and watches the sun come up from her bedroom window. It was the purest time of day with the birds as her only company, and the sun casting its first light upon the fields of green grass. Maybe it was pointless, at-least it was pointless for her now, as she may not even get to see the sun of the next day. No matter how she argued or contemplated, these men's minds were set on revenge. And she was but a mere woman. 'Over opinionated' her father would say. He would even tell them, if he could hear her thoughts that she needed to be broken. Taught to be his concept of a real woman, quiet and passive...obedient. It's funny how his wife held none of these qualities. If she did, she might actually be bearable, but yet she was still his wife -- and her step mother. "Ivar!" She said on a gasp. He almost dropped his grip on her when she uttered his name from her lips. He stopped dragging her towards the entrance to the house and looked at her. His eyes really were one of a kind. "I will give you everything we own. Jewelry, our gold, but please spare my family -- I will do anything in exchange for their lives." Her lip trembled as she finished her sentence. She knew where every item of worth that belonged to her family was. She would give it to them instantly if he gave her his word. He smiled down at her like he had waited for her to say that all along. She didn't understand why that would amuse him. To her people, the Vikings were like magpies, 'a sucker for anything shiny'. So why wasn't he jumping at the opportunity? "Why would you do anything to save the lives of two women who would sacrifice you, so they may live?" He asked. "I do not understand." "Let me explain. When you made it out of the house un-captured, you become a risk. If we didn't find you, you would alert someone or your father. And as spineless as he is, he would not return home. As no one got a good look at you, we had to ask your family for details. They thought we wanted you as a little more than just a hostage, so they offered you in return for their freedom. From my angle, anyone that can sell out family so easily isn't very nice people to live with." She couldn't quite believe what she was hearing. How could they so easily just do that? She couldn't do that. If she could she would never of come back toward her childhood home, she would have just left them fend for themselves the same way they would make her. She didn't for a second believe she was easy to live with, but neither were they. "I don't know" His whole persona seemed to change as he tightened his grip about her arm once more. He had softened his approach, despite his desire to be forceful with her for the pain she had inflicted upon him. He led her back inside the house where he removed a cloak from a hook and draped it about her shoulders. He clipped its edges just below her throat with a buckle. The buckle was of a dragon that had bright red jeweled eyes. He ran his thumb over it before putting that same hand to the small of her back and guided her inside. She wasn't sure she was comfortable with wearing the cloak. Whomever it belonged to would not be happy with Ivar's decision to place it upon her. That discomfort eased though when she made eye contact with her step mother. Her step mother scowled at her from where she sat on the floor, leaning against the wall. Her step mother didn't look relieved that she was alive she looked more annoyed. Harriot went to them, even though she didn't want to. She knew if she didn't though, her step mother would be convinced that she was somehow involved in this raid. Ivar let her go without so much as a word, but she could feel his eyes upon her. He would be watching them. Observing them from a distance, she had no doubt about it. He was cunning. Waiting for her step mother to essentially hang herself and talk of Harriot's father. He had those all-knowing eyes, along with the ability to move without being heard. He was one of a kind...almost inhuman. Just like something that belonged on a different plane of existence. She lowered herself until she sat next to her step sister. The floor beneath her was cold against the pads of her feet, colder than the grass in the garden. The cloak hung loosely about her shoulders. It came to rest against the ground at either side of her body, and held the heat in rather than letting it escape. "Where was you!" Her mother's voice was bitter and ferocious. Harriot subdued the yelp building at her lips as her mother yanked at her arm. Her nails were starting to break the surface of her skin. Each sharp edge bit at her and burned until she could no longer stifle her gasp. "No touching." Ivar said from where he stood. His eyes, as blue as a summer sky was fixed upon them. He was watching her step mother closely, and she watched him as she removed her hand from Harriot's arm. Stunned Harriot fell to silence. But she couldn't get the Viking out of her mind. What did it matter to him whether her step mother hurt her or not? Why had he kissed her? He had acted as though it was a form of punishment, and she knew she should be utterly repulsed, but she wasn't. If anything, she felt the opposite. She was utterly aware of him despite the chaos around them, and she knew not even the kiss would save her father. So what was she even thinking? Her loyalty should be to her kin. But there was this hint of doubt growing inside of her, exactly where that loyalty should be. Her father was a horrible man, even to his own children. She hated herself to admit it, but for a long time she had hoped someone would stop him from hurting more people. She didn't want him dead though, like she was sure Ivar did. Forbidden Ch. 01 She rose above him, hesitating while she positioned his pulsing member at the gate of her womanhood. Then she plunged down upon him. He gasped. She moaned, then pounded herself upon him, up and down, over and over as she grabbed her tits and mashed them into her chest. "Oh shit. I'm coming. I'm coming. Oh shit." Her body began to shake as the violent throes of another orgasm overtook her. And then, just as she was approaching her peak, Tommy's body clenched as he fired his hips up to meet hers, and together they came in a flood of juices. Finally spent, Jill collapsed on top of Tommy. They held each other tight while their bodies subsided. When at last it was over Tommy rolled her onto her back and stood up. He stared down at her and smiled. "I have to go," he said. "If I don't leave now, I may never leave." He leaned over and kissed her softly, his tongue dancing gently with hers. "I'll let myself out. Please, stay just as you are. I don't ever want to forget how you look right now." He threw on his shorts, grabbed his shirt, and headed for the door. Out on the porch, Tommy couldn't resist one last look, so he headed for the bedroom window. Looking in, he saw Jill, just as he'd left her, only her fingers had once again found their way to her pussy, where they slowly and softly massaged her swollen lips. Tommy shook his head, turned, and headed for home. This had certainly been a weekend to remember. He wondered what the coming weeks and months had in store. * * * * * * * Thanks for reading. As always, I look forward to your comments and suggestions. Forbidden Ch. 02 Chapter II -- Showing Off All throughout the long, endless day, Tommy's mind wandered back to the events of the preceding afternoon. He thought of Jill, dressed in her cut-off shorts and revealing tee-shirt. He thought of her lying on her bed, hands busily exploring the most intimate nooks and crannies of her body as he watched through the window. He thought of the taste of her juices as they flowed from her pussy, and of her mouth as it danced on his cock, sucking him to the very gates of heaven. And he thought of her sitting on his erection, driving them both to orgasm, her beautiful breasts bouncing above him. But mostly he wondered how she felt today, and whether she would have second thoughts about a relationship with a boy so much younger than herself. She'd left a message on his cell phone. She needed to talk to him and wanted to see him that evening. He needed to talk to her as well. But he did not intend to let her get away, however she might feel. Yesterday had been an explosion of eroticism, and he wanted more. * * * Tommy got to Jill's around 5:30 that afternoon. He knocked on the door and waited. The door swung open. There stood Jill, an uneasy smile on her face. For several moments they stood there as time seemed to stand still. "Hello Tommy," she said uneasily. "Please come in. I'm glad you could come" He entered her home as she carefully closed and locked the door behind him. He turned and looked at her as she stood, back pressed firmly to the door. In that moment he knew, for the look in her eyes said more than words ever could. He moved slowly towards her. He stopped inches from her, took her face between his two hands and gently kissed her. His lips retreated and their eyes locked together. Suddenly, it was like the dam had burst open. She threw herself at him with such force that they both toppled to the floor. They rolled about on the living room carpet, madly ripping at each other's clothes. He freed her breasts from their constraints and attacked them with his hands and his mouth, tugging on her erect nipples, kissing them, biting them. Quickly, they discarded each other's remaining clothing. He moved his right hand to her already flowing pussy. She pushed him off of her and onto his back. Kneeling, she turned to take his pounding penis in her mouth, swinging her leg around so she was straddling his face. He raised his head to meet her neatly trimmed pussy, sending his tongue darting in and out of her like a tiny little penis, while she worked her tongue lovingly around the head of his cock. He massaged her butt cheeks and sucked on her clit as her head bobbed madly on his manhood. He felt her body tensing as he neared his own orgasm. She shuddered, and he could taste her orgasm, even as he began flooding her mouth with his cum. Finally, it subsided. They lay there for several minutes, neither wishing to move their head from its heavenly surrounding. Finally, he rolled her over and turned so they were face to face. She ran her fingers through his hair and lightly traced her fingers across his chest. "You wanted to talk to me?" Tommy finally said. "I think you just answered my questions, sir," she giggled as she snuggled closer to him. "I'm famished," Tommy said suddenly. "How about you take me out to dinner?" She jerked her head to look at him. "No way, buster. You're staying right here so I can fuck your brains out." "They'll be time enough for that later. Right now, though, it's time to eat. I'm going to need all my energy if I'm going to keep up with you." Jill hesitated. "I'm not sure how to ask this, Tommy, but does this mean our relationship is to be public knowledge?" she questioned. "To be honest, I don't know if I'm ready to deal with that just yet. For tonight, let's just say you're buying me dinner because my mom's out of town for the week and because I did such a bang up job for you this weekend, pardon the pun" Jill hit him playfully. "What do you mean, your mom's out of town for the week?" Tommy told Jill about his mom's trip to Chicago, and that she wouldn't be home until Thursday morning. "Then you're staying with me this week. And you're right. You will need your strength," she smiled. "Alright, where do you want to go," she said. "I know just the place," Tommy responded with a grin. "Say, do you happen to have a wrap-around skirt?" "Yes," she slowly responded, a questioning look in her eyes. "Good. Wear it, and you won't need any panties," he grinned mischievously. "Now get going before I starve." "Yes, sir," she said as she hopped to her feet. "Might I ask what you're up to?" "No! Now get moving." With that, she headed for the bedroom, pausing to pick up her cast aside clothing, bending deeply at the waist, her ass and pussy intentionally directed in Tommy's direction. Tommy threw his pants at her. "Hurry up." * * * They got ready quickly, cleaning up just enough to not smell of each other's sex. When they were ready to leave, Jill tossed Tommy the keys. "You drive." It took only a few minutes to reach their destination, a local Italian restaurant called Little Venice. Little Venice served good food, especially pizza, and had a nice cozy atmosphere, dimly lit, with red and white tablecloths on the tables. Tommy requested an out of the way booth in the back corner. This particular booth would only be visible to a fraction of the other tables. He seated Jill first, sliding her so that she was facing out, with the table and tablecloth between her and the rest of the restaurant. They each ordered iced tea, and the waiter departed, giving them time to review the menu. Jill looked at Tommy. "What are we going to do, stuck way back here in the corner? You're not planning to take advantage of me, are you?" Tommy moved closer, sliding his hand in the slit of her dress and rubbing the inside of her thighs. Purring softly, Jill spread her legs, allowing Tommy better access to her hidden gems. He removed his hand as the waiter returned, and they quickly decided on a pizza and two salads, before the waiter again left them in peace. Tommy slid the table closer to Jill, better concealing the target of his desires. He turned toward her, reached under the table and freed the buttons of her skirt. As if in retaliation, she reached between his legs, grabbed his cock, and squeezed. Briefly, their eyes met, before Tommy returned his attention to her skirt and unwrapped it, leaving her fully naked from the waist down, protected only by the table and tablecloth in front of her. She shuddered involuntarily and squeezed his vulnerable manhood while he tenderly massaged her thighs, moving deftly towards her center. She parted her legs, allowing him complete access. He massaged her love button, sending shivers up and down her spine. Then she closed her eyes and moaned as he continued his assault, rocking her pelvis in rhythm with his hand. He eased his hand away from her, startling her. She looked at him, and followed his glance to see the waiter returning with their order. She released her grip on him and sat tensely as the waiter delivered their food. As soon as the waiter turned his back, Tommy's hand returned to her pussy, this time entering its depth with two fingers. She gasped out loud, causing the waiter to turn. She managed a smile and he walked away. "Would you care for some pizza?" Tommy asked. "You bastard," she replied. "He almost caught us." But the lust in her eyes betrayed her. Tommy served up the pizza and they ate, sharing causal conversation. Occasionally, he would reach over and caress her pussy, once sucking his juice coated finger in his mouth, another time offering his fingers to her lips. She looked at the fingers silently, then at Tommy. Finally, she took his fingers in her mouth and sucked, tasting her own juices while never taking her eyes off Tommy. After they finished eating, Jill took matters into her own hands. Slowly, sensually, she massaged her button while Tommy watched. Slowly, she allowed her fingers to enter her pussy, in and out, harder now. Her gaze never strayed from Tommy. She felt like a total slut, but it felt so good. Spreading her legs wide, she leaned back as much as she dared and continued to pump her pussy. Slowly, she picked up the speed and intensity of her assault, moaning softly, until finally, her body stiffened as her orgasm swept over her. Before she'd completely regained her composure, Tommy nudged her under the table. She looked up in time to see a pretty young woman Tommy's age approaching the table. "Hello Jackie," Tommy said. "What brings you out this evening?" "Hi, Tommy," she says as she sits down opposite of Tommy, next to Jill. She looked at Jill, then back at Tommy. "I see your taste in women has improved." Jill blushed noticeably as she tried to cover her nakedness. She was able to cover herself partly with the left side of her skirt, but Jackie had sat on the skirt's other edge, leaving her exposed. "Oh, excuse me, Jackie. This is Jill Jensen, a neighbor of mine. I just did some yard work for her and she's buying me dinner while my mom's out of town as a way of saying thanks. Jackie's a classmate of mine, Jill. "Hi, Jill," Jackie said. "It's nice of you to take care of Tommy like that," "It's nice to meet you, Jackie." Jackie looked into the older woman's eyes, and then allowed her gaze to drift slowly down to her lap, where they hovered momentarily. A knowing smile crossed her face as she licked her lips and looked back up into Jill's eyes. "It seems like Tommy's getting his dessert early this evening. It certainly does look sweet. I'll bet it could tempt just about anyone." Realizing that their cover was blown, Tommy decided he might as well see how far things would go. Smiling at Jackie, he reached down and pulled back the left side of Jill's skirt, once again leaving her naked and exposed from the waist down. He reached his hand between her legs and began slowly massaging her pussy, as she involuntarily parted her legs. "Maybe you'd like to try it?" he said. "Mmm," Jackie said. "You wouldn't mind would you, Tommy?" "Not at all," he said. "You wouldn't mind, would you, Jill?" Jill just sat there, unable to say a word, unable to move. She listened as they discussed her as if she were just a toy for their amusement. But she could feel the excitement growing within her as Tommy continued massaging her already dripping pussy. After one final thrust, Tommy removed his hand, as Jackie's hand slid over her thigh and between her legs to replace it. Gently, knowingly, she massaged Jill's love button. Jill gasped, closing her eyes, being touched by a woman for the first time. Oh god, she thought as she felt the pleasure building. Jackie lowered her fingers, sliding them into Jill's flowing cunt. In and out her fingers went, unrelenting, driving deep into her womanhood; bringing Jill right to the brink of orgasm. Then she withdrew her hand. Jill snapped open her eyes and looked to Jackie, desperation in her eyes. Jackie stared at Jill, doing nothing. "Please, don't stop," Jill whispered. Jackie smiled at the lust filled eyes of the older woman before re-inserting her fingers into her wanton pussy. Jill could feel her lust building as Jackie renewed her assault. Frantically, Jill raised her hips to meet the attacking fingers, feeling her orgasm building. "Oh shit," she said as she tried to control herself, only vaguely aware of being in a restaurant, of potentially being on public display. "Oh shit, I'm coming," she finally gasped, just before she was overwhelmed by wave after wave of pleasure. When it was over, Jill slumped back in her seat, her sense of awareness gradually returning. "She has a very fine pussy," she heard Jackie say to Tommy. "You're a lucky man." There was a moment of silence. "Well, I guess I should get back to my boyfriend," Jackie said. "He got really turned on watching Jill masturbate. I bet he's ready to fuck my brains out by now." "Your boyfriend saw?" Jill gasped as she looked around the restaurant. Her gaze finally settled on a young man, sitting alone, staring at her, with a huge grin on his face. Jackie leaned over and kissed Jill on the lips, darting her tongue briefly into her mouth, before rising from her seat and returning to her table. As soon as Jackie left, Jill turned to Tommy. "Please take me home now," she said to Tommy. "The sooner I get your gorgeous cock inside me, the better." She re-wrapped her skirt as he pulled some money from his wallet and tossed it on the table. He smiled at her. "I thought you were buying dinner tonight." "Shut up and get going," was all she said. * * * The drive home was done in silence. As Tommy turned onto their street, Jill unwrapped her skirt and pulled her top over her head, leaving her clad in shoes only. As he was turning into her driveway, she had his pants unbuckled. Before the car was completely inside the garage, she hit the button to close the door. As Tommy put the car in park and turned off the ignition, she had reclined her seat back and was pulling him on top of her. "Fuck me," she pleaded. "Fuck me right now." She pushed his pants down as far as she could reach. Tommy slid her up the seat back, giving him room to get between her legs. With one quick move, he rammed home his throbbing meat. After the activities at the restaurant, he was more than ready for release. She arched her back, thrusting her hips up to meet him. Their lovemaking was intense and passionate; their state of arousal ensuring that it would not be long lasting. "Oh yes, fuck me, Tommy, fuck me," Jill screamed. "Oh yes, just like that. Tommy, don't stop. I'm coming, Tommy. Oh, Christ, here I come." Her body shook as she clutched at Tommy with all her strength. "Oh shit, Jill. Here I come." Together, their bodies exploded. Tommy had completely shot his load before Jill began to quiet down. When it was finally over, they lay there for some time, both totally spent, Jill's hair looking as if it had been through a storm. "Come on, Jill. Let's go inside," Tommy said at last. He struggled out of the passenger side of the car, with his pants around his ankles. He quickly discarded his pants and helped Jill out. Leaving their clothing where it lay, they moved into the house. "I'm getting a glass of wine, Tommy. Would you like one?" "Sure," he replied. He eyed her body as she bent to get the wine, her ass pointed directly his way, her legs looking longer and tauter thanks to the high heels she still had on. She set the bottle on the counter and turned to him. "Do you like what you see?" she asked, posing for him with her hands on her hips and her tits held high. "You know I do," he smiled, nodding his head. "Wouldn't you be more comfortable with your shoes off?" "Probably, but wearing them makes me feel slutty, and I've recently discovered that I like feeling slutty," she smiled mischievously. He smiled at her as he stepped before her, reaching behind her and grabbing her ass cheeks, then pulling her close. "And I like seeing you get slutty. I can't believe how hot it was watching another woman take you in the middle of the restaurant." She teasingly pushed him away. "Cool down, stud. It's time to mellow out for a little bit. Take off the rest of your clothes and have a seat in the living room. I'll be right in with the wine." Tommy went into the living room, finished undressing, and put on some quiet music. By then, Jill had rejoined him. She motioned Tommy to the sofa, where he sat on the right side. She stood above him and handed him his wine glass. "Cheers'" she toasted. She sat next to him and he put his arm around her shoulder. She snuggled into him, her back against the side of his chest, and set her wine glass down on the coffee table. "This is nice," she purred softly. * * * * * * * Thanks for reading. As always, I look forward to your comments and suggestions. Forbidden Ch. 02 First just a quick note: its obvious people feel strongly about the subject of cheating. That is the topic of my story, so if it offends you please go back and choose a different story. Positive, constructive comments are always welcome and desired either on the board or by email. I hope you enjoy. *** After getting dressed I walked into the kitchen and made breakfast. Eggs, bacon and toast were on the menu today. It's fortunate that I had made this same meal so often that I could do it in my sleep as my mind refused to focus on the task in front of me. I kept replaying the earlier scene with Wes. My entire body felt sensitized and the more I remembered, the more I wanted to do it again. By the time we were ready to eat I had worked myself into such a state. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt a hand on my back. "Damn honey, just reaching for a glass. No more caffeine for you," my husband, Andrew, joked with a wink. Wes had joined us at the table and the two men kept up the conversation which only gave me more time to ponder. Though Andrew had been my only lover, I had thought myself experienced. Our sex life, while a bit predictable, had always met my needs and I had been satisfied; however I had cause to question that now. The thought of going back to life as it was before without ever getting to experience that magnificent cock again was enough to make me want to cry. I sternly told myself that I was lucky to have what I did and stupid to jeopardize my marriage this way. "You ok honey?" Andrew asked, "You seem to be a thousand miles away." "Yeah I'm fine, just got my mind on overdrive," I said, forcing a smile to my face. "Ok, well I'm going to get ready for work then." I fixed a lunch for him and when he was ready to go I sent him off with a kiss. Wes had originally been a coworker of Andrew's which led to their friendship. Since then Wes had moved a good distance away and just popped into town to visit occasionally. This visit had been somewhat spontaneous so Andrew hadn't been able to take time off of work. I was a "domestic engineer," or whatever other PC term you want to assign. I took care of the house and errands and such but I did not have a wage-earning job. Part of my duties was to entertain any houseguests we had while my husband was away. This part of it was rather difficult since I had made a promise to myself to be good. I wasn't sure how well I'd be able to keep that promise being alone with Wes. After Andrew left, Wes didn't say anything about what had happened that morning so I thought it was done. We had a tacit agreement to avoid the topic. I cleaned up in the kitchen and set myself to taking care of the laundry and other chores that needed to be done. I managed to avoid my guest like the plague until guilt started to set in. Regardless of my own inner struggle, neglecting him went against good manners. I wandered into the living room where Wes was watching TV. I paused in the doorway at the back of the room, running my eyes over him, secure in the knowledge that I remained unobserved. His appearance was nothing new to me. Brown eyes and hair, just enough taller than I was that I didn't have to crane my neck to look up at him; he was handsome if somewhat nondescript. So why was it that my eyes stayed glued to him? The incredible sex we had earlier must have been the reason. At the thought, my nipples tightened and pussy throbbed as if begging me to reconsider my earlier vow. I tightened my resolve, straightened my back and marched over to him. "Can I get you anything?" I inquired. Wes looked up at me with an intriguing little smile and said, "Some company would be nice." "What's on?" I asked as I plopped onto the opposite end of the couch "Absolutely nothing," he replied with a laugh. "Let me see. Hand me the remote." "Absolutely not. Don't you know that's breaking the sacred man code?" came the haughty reply. "Man code? What man code? Like you apes have enough higher brain function to come up with a code anyway," I laughed back at him, relaxing at the casual banter. I leaned across the middle cushion to reach for the remote. "Madam, I will have you know that not only do we 'apes' have enough higher brain function to come up with a code but said code prevents us from allowing any and all remote control devices to land in the hands of the dreaded female species. It further goes to state that coffee is the water of life, beer the ultimate drink of seduction and that poodles are evil. Not really sure why but that's the code and so shall all men uphold it!" "Are you high?! Give me that remote." By this point I was on all fours on the couch with one arm reaching across his body in an attempt to recover the remote while he was holding it as far away from me as possible without actually getting up. The klutzy streak I was known for came shining through as I lost my balance and ended up sprawled across his lap laughing my head off. "Oh fine then, be that way," I said with a smile to show I was just teasing him. He responded with a confident, "I will, thank you!" The remote landed on the floor as he cupped my chin in his hands and drew my face up to his. I knew I should stop him, my mind screaming in the background, "What are you doing?! You KNOW what's going to happen!" My body betrayed me; my eyes closed, lips slightly parted I prepared to be kissed. When a moment passed without a touch I opened my eyes, a quizzical expression on my visage. His face was there, mere inches from mine, his eyes drinking me in. Finally he kissed me, so light I almost couldn't be sure we had touched. He progressed from my lips to my chin, to blaze a trail down my neck. "Wes, I... we really shouldn't... I mean, what happened this morning was wrong. I love my husband." "Shh..." "But...um... Oh god, yes, do that again." It was suddenly hard to breathe. I threw my resolve to the wind and let myself be shamelessly seduced. From my neck, his mouth traveled down my right shoulder, then my arm to nibble at the inside of my elbow. A sigh escaped my mouth; my nipples were hard enough to slice through my clothing. When he tugged on the bottom of my shirt I grabbed with both hands and pulled it up over my head. I was reaching back to unhook the white lace bra I was wearing when he stopped me. "But... " I protested. "Patience is a virtue, my dear," he murmured. "Not one of mine!" Laughter burst from him but I managed to compose myself. His hands caressed my exposed skin, running over my collarbone and down each side of my torso leaving a trail of goose bumps. When he reached my soft belly I gasped. When had my skin become so sensitive? He pressed me back to lie on the couch, my jean clad legs spread. His lips pressed tiny kisses all over my stomach. Soon his teeth joined the game and before long my momentary spurt of patience eroded. I grabbed one of his hands and placed it on my breast, hoping it would encourage him to remove the offending article of clothing and move on. He took the not-so-subtle hint.... almost. He took one large breast in each hand, cupping them, his thumbs rubbing the undersides through the lacy fabric. He touched, caressed, rubbed and stroked but would not touch my aching nipples. After endless moments of torture he reached underneath my back and unhooked the bra. I lifted my arms to allow him to pull it off at which point he tossed it to the floor to join my forgotten shirt. Once again he cupped my breasts, giving them each a slight squeeze before resuming his earlier torment. An endless stream of whimpers and wordless pleading fell from my lips. My entire being seemed focused on the one part of my chest he would not touch. When finally he touched them, he took each nipple between forefinger and thumb and pinched. The feeling was so intense my back bowed up and I cried out in pleasure. He went on to roll them between his fingers, pulling them up, always keeping a tight pressure on them. He may as well have been touching my pussy because every tug, every pinch, everything seemed to have a direct connection. My breasts had always been sensitive but without him even touching me below my waist I was on the verge of orgasm. I was so lost in the sensations that I didn't see his mouth descending towards my chest. He wrapped his lips around my left nipple and proceeded to suck and nibble. The bite of his teeth on me was all that was needed to push me screaming over the edge. The rush of feeling left me shaking; my hands wrapped in his hair keeping him pressed against me. My chest bowed up against his body, "Yes, yes yes yes..." it was all I could say, my thoughts incoherent. As my body hummed and my mind cleared I turned to him with a glimmer in my eye. "My turn." I tugged him on to the floor to give me more room to explore. "Strip," I ordered. I removed the last bit of my own clothing and we were both soon nude on the floor. A brief thought of Andrew brought a twinge of guilt that nearly had me stopping. However the sight of his body, mostly hard, soft in just the right places had my mouth watering and all thoughts of my husband soon vanished. "Mmm... a feast fit for a queen." I trailed just one finger from his neck, down the middle of his chest, a quick swirl around his belly button before moving past his groin to end at his toes. "Well, my Queen, are you going to just look or are you going to taste?" "Insolent knave, do not presume to question the Queen! Shut your delectable mouth before I have to gag you." Laughter shook his stomach at my command. "Yes, ma'am, I am at your disposal." Beginning at his toes where I had left off, I explored his body with my mouth, kissing, licking, sucking my way from ankle to knee, hip to chest, once again skirting the one part of Wes's body that wept for my attention. As I crept up, my body aligned with his, my nipples brushed by chest hair, my soft middle caressed his cock. "Hmm... it seems I do find your taste agreeable, knave. However, just to be sure, I have one area left to sample." "As you wish, my Queen, I live only to serve." "Yeah, right, I had better enjoy this while it lasts," I snorted in amusement. Slithering my way down his body, I paused a beat, trapping his rigid cock between my breasts. "Now that makes for a beautiful sight," remarked Wes, running a hand over my hair. At last I knelt between his legs, a mouthwatering cock inches from my lips; once again pausing, savoring the anticipation. He flexed his muscles, causing his cock to jump and move before me; I couldn't help but giggle at the sight which only seemed to encourage him to continue. I steadied him with my hand and ran my tongue from base to tip. Wrapping my lips around the head I licked and sucked, delighting in the unique flavor that was his alone. "Oh yes, I was right. This is the best thing I've had in ages, an excellent feast for a queen." "I'm so... glad it meets with your... approval," he gasped. I spent a great deal of my time showing Wes how very much I approved. My hands wrapped around his legs as I took every inch of him into my mouth. I alternated deep throating his cock with sucking his balls, reveling in the musky scent of him. The moans coming from him encouraged me to continue with my ministrations. I could tell by the quivering in his thighs and the way his hips began to match the bobbing of my mouth that he was approaching the edge. He placed one hand on my head and so I let him guide my pace. I was so focused on the reward I would soon earn for my efforts that all exterior stimuli may as well have been white noise. All of a sudden Wes's body stiffened and my mouth flooded with cum; the salty sweet taste coated my throat and tongue. I milked every drop of my prize out of him, almost sad when he was spent. On all fours I moved up alongside him, sharing a kiss before relaxing against his body with a sigh. The rest of the world came back to life around us just in time for me to hear keys jiggling in the front door not 10 feet away. "Oh, shit!" was all I could say, Wes echoed my sentiments heartily. I was frozen to the spot, staring at the door. It was too late to do anything. Andrew was home early. Forbidden Ch. 02 As Sinafay pulled away from her she stood against the tree, dazed. How could she be pregnant? They weren't the same race, not even closely related. But a little voice inside her whispered well that's how the Halflings came about, and the Halfelves. Why not a Drow and Fae child? She shook her head and slowly fell to her knees. But she couldn't be. Not after the first time. It only took one time that voice persisted. Her eyes stared blankly into the tree's bark, her hands coming to wrap around her flat stomach. After years of sleeping with the men of her people's court, half hoping she'd get pregnant so her parents would see her as ruined good, she got pregnant the one time she knew she shouldn't have. A tendril of power confirmed it. Sinafay's seed had been strong and true. Lina was now pregnant. Which meant her life as she knew it was over. Sinafay grinned, pulling back. The joining had been unlike anything else he had ever experienced. Powerful and intense. Just like this little beauty. He brushed his long hair out of his eye and turned to look at her, ready to pull him into his arms. Then he stopped as he caught sight of her. She sat on the ground, her long curls pooling on the ground around her. She stared unseeingly before her, her arms wrapped around her protectively. Her entire posture and slack jawed expression screamed for him to get away. But instead, not wanting to lose her yet, he knelt on the ground beside her, whispering her name. Her eyes flicked towards him and she paled even more. A small whimper escaped her and she flung herself into his arms. "What have I done Sinafay? I will be turned out, my family will hate me. I will have no place for my child to go that will be safe," she sobbed against his shoulder. With a curse, he pushed her back, searching her bare body for signs of pregnancy. Finding none he recognized he tilted her chin up so her violet gaze met his red one. "I do not think your family will turn you out for being pregnant. I just wish you had told me, I would have been gentler with you," he said gently. But his words, meant to soothe, brought forth more tears. "You don't understand! I wasn't before you. My people will kick me out for having a mix breed child," she whispered. Pushing from him, she stood up and started pacing. Her teeth found her lower lip and tugged on it. She could possibly hide the news for a few more months. Maybe longer if she wore the new styles of empire waists popular now in court. She would take Lord Lakin's offer, if he would still take her after the shame of today's events. Once she was married to Lakin, she would have some protection, as would her child. Though it would be tricky to explain the child's odd looks to everyone. Maybe if she went back and claimed rape, with the men using nets to keep her from flying away. But she didn't want her people to be angry at Sinafay's people; especially if they were as sweet as Sinafay. She sobbed softly and moved faster, wrapping her wings around her body like a cloak. He sat on the ground where she had left him, trying to wrap his mind around her words. A mix breed child? And she hadn't been pregnant before him? That meant he was the father. This was impossible, or next to. He caught her hand as she passed by him again, tugging her into his lap. "What do you mean Lina? Are you saying what I think you are? Am I the father?" he asked. Her tiny nods left him feeling blown away with joy and surprise. He was a father. He never thought he would ever see the day! "But how can you tell? I thought it took women weeks to be sure. And you seem sure." "My power...I can tell. I felt another life being created the instant it happened. And then I felt her thoughts afterwards. They are unformed, and barely there, but there." She sighed softly and rested her head on his shoulder, soaking in the moments she had left with him. "I don't know how I will explain her looks, but I will make sure she is safe, even if I have to be hurt in her stead. And I promise my new husband will never touch her," she promised. "What? You are thinking of leaving me? Of taking my child, my daughter, away from me? Of marrying another and giving her his name? I do not think so Lina. This is our child. And our child she will remain. If I have to fight your people for you, I will. If they mean that much to you, I will try." He tightened his hold around her, pulling her against his bare chest. Lowering his head, he captured her full lips in his for a searing kiss. Lina clung to him, returning his kiss eagerly. When his tongue darted along her lips, she parted them with a sigh, her tongue reaching for his. His touch enflamed her and made it hard for her to think. The mere smell of him made her grow wet with need. His voice made her heart pound. She was falling deeply for this man, and she had just met him. And even though that thought scared her, she couldn't help but want him inside her again, soon. Pushing him gently to the ground, she knelt before him, smiling softly. He grinned back, reaching for her eagerly. Lina evaded his hands and kisses a trail down his chest, licking the sweat covered skin, reveling in his taste. With gentle hands, she spread his legs farther, scooting closer between them. When she caught one of his flat nipples in her teeth, she thrilled to hear his groan of pleasure. Her gossamer wings unfolded and swept around her tiny body, the tips trailing over his skin. Sinafay gasped and arched upwards, closer to her teeth and the light touch of her wings. He had never before felt such pleasure from such simple caresses. Dipping lower, her tongue found his navel, swirling around it. Raising her violet gaze up to his, she grinned, cupping his heavy cock in her tiny hands. And when her tongue swirled over the head of it, he cried her name out, his hands finding her long curls and pulling her closer. She eagerly took him into her mouth, her tongue flicking along the underside of his cock, only pausing briefly when the head of his cock butted against her throat. As he slid inside her throat, he closed his eyes, trembling under her with desire and need. She cupped his large balls with one hand, the other sliding up his chest to toy with his hard nipples. The taste of him on her tongue almost drove her insane. He was spicy and almost sweet. Their combined juices slid down her throat as easily as he did, hard and thick in her mouth. Pressing one finger behind his balls, she sucked hard and swallowed, wanting to make him cry out again. Her wings kept tracing little patterns over his skin, keeping him on fire. Sinafay's fingers tightened in her hair as he thrust up into her mouth and throat, moaning softly with each thrust. He could feel his cum boiling up in his balls, and he tensed, ready to explode in her throat and mouth. Lina felt his balls start to tighten and she pulled back, taking a deep breath of much needed air. When his hands tightened in her hair, blindly pulling her back down, she chuckled. "Shh love, we have all night," she whispered, reaching up and gently untangling his fingers from her hair. He groaned and pulled her up over him, his eyes bright with desire. "No, I need it now, now suck me dry you teasing fairy," he growled, kissing her hard before pushing her back down to his throbbing cock. She felt herself grow even wetter at his words and obediently took him back in her mouth, but only the head. She teased him with tiny movements, running her tongue over it. And when he thrust up helplessly, looking for more, she slid all the way down, humming in her throat. The vibrations traveled down his length and he came with a shout, flooding her mouth and stomach with his cum. She swallowed it eagerly, causing him to cry out as her throat convulsed pleasantly around his sensitive head. Even after he lay, spent, beneath her, she suckled lovingly on his still hard length. Her tongue moved all around him, cleaning and soothing his cock. Every now and then, she gently slid her teeth over the head, causing him to jerk and moan with pleasure. Finally, he couldn't take anymore and pulled her up to lay next to him. Lina snuggled against his side, licking her lips with satisfaction. "You taste so much better then a Fae. So much spicier and masculine. I could suck you all day long and not get enough," she murmured. He chuckled and slid his arm around her to hold her close. "Well good my little Fae. I could have you suck me all day. But, back to the matter at hand; promise me you'll stay with me long enough to figure this out. I don't want to lose you or our daughter," he said. His own words surprised him. Before he had met her, had loved her, he planned on never trusting another woman in his life. In fact, he had intended on leaving this forest by now. With his pursuers surely closing on him, he really couldn't afford to stay in one spot for too long. But in the same breath, he couldn't leave Lina to the fate he had placed her in. Nor could he take her with him. He was torn, wanting to stay with her and needed her to be safe. "Why are you here? I've never seen a Drow before in my life, nor has anyone else I know. So why are you here now?" she asked, interrupting his thoughts. He sighed and decided to tell her the truth of his escape from below the ground. Of his slavery to the women of his race. But just as he opened his mouth to tell her, a familiar soft voice said his name. He sat up, his heart in his throat as he turned to look at her. Lady Akoral leaned casually against a tree trunk, not even thirty yards from them. He heard Lina gasp and tucked her under his arm, even as he fought all the bred in impulses to bow before the lady who had owned him all his life. He met her gaze with a purely defiant one, even as he admired her beauty again. He had always desired her, which is what made him such a good sex slave. Her long white hair fell in artful waves past her hips, the sides secured back with braids. Her delicate features belied her inner strength as well as outer. She could easily bring him to heel with one hand. She had in fact done it numerous times. Her curves were considered lean next to the voluptuous Lina, but she was well endowed by the standards of their people. Her tight bodice emphasized her round, high breasts and her tiny waist. Her leather leggings clung to her strong muscular legs, making his mouth go dry. The tip of her tongue came out to moisten full, pouty lips and he had to twist to hide his growing erection. Only Lina's hand on his shoulder kept him from crawling to her feet and begging forgiveness for just a taste of her. But he had a daughter now, unborn, yes, but still there. He would never return to Akoral's evils and manipulations. Not while there was life left in his body. "Oh Sinafay, dear Sinafay...what am I to do with you?" Lady Akoral Torndar said, taking a few steps towards them. She expected no resistance from this, one of her favorite bed toys. She knew his desire of her body and she cursed the meeting that had kept her from him for a fortnight, giving him the chance to escape from her sway and make an escape. She made sure her movements were sensual and seductive, enticing him to come to her of his own will. Her eyes flicked over the fairy behind him, noting her possessive grip on her slave then dismissing it. The Fae were peaceful by nature and therefore of no consequence to her. Sinafay was hers, by the stars, and hers he would stay, no matter what some tiny Fae might want to say about it. She chuckled low in her throat, the sound hinting at long nights of passion between silken sheets. "Come to me now my slave and you will not be punished to bad. I still find you sweet and attractive, though you are a man, so I still want you in my bed. Come, let us return home, leave that vapid thing you are trying to keep from me," she said, coming within arm's length of him. She fought to keep her lip from curling in disgust as she added, "I do not even mind you sleeping with her. As long as she gave my beloved pleasure, then I will not kill her." To her surprise, Sinafay snarled at her and rose to his feet. He kept his body between her and Lina, his whole posture shouting defiance. "Touch her Akoral and I will tear your head from your body. I am not yours anymore. Leave now and I will continue here. We will forget this whole thing ever happened," he growled, his eyes glowing with an inner fire. Akoral felt her breath catch, fear and arousal warring inside her. She had never seen kind Sinafay like this. She found it enticing, even as she wondered if maybe she should leave and return with some aid, embarrassing and that would be. Finding herself stepping closer to him, she reached out and slid her arms around his shoulders, pressing one thumb along a special nerve, making him wince in pain even as overwhelming desire shot through his body "Ah, such fire in those lovely eyes my dearest. And look how big you have grown since I have returned. You want me Sinafay, more then you wanted her. I am the only one for you, aren't I?" she whispered in his ear, sliding one leg high on his waist. Wrapping it around him, she urged his erection against her needy pussy, moaning softly as he started to slide in. Almost helplessly, he captured her hips and thrust fully inside her. Crying aloud with pleasure, her eyes triumphantly caught the Fae wide violet ones. The tiny girl had backed against a tree, staring on horrified as her new love fucked the strange Drow woman. Inside her heart was breaking in two. She was losing everything in moments to this dark beauty with her sexy walk and soft voice. "Sinafay," she moaned, collapsing on the ground, unable to tear her eyes away as he scooped the other up into both arms and forced himself inside her deeper and harder. She knew she should fly away now, before this Akoral finished with Sinafay and decided to kill her and her baby after all. But she couldn't bear to leave him, despite his obvious choice. She whimpered and felt a sob rise up in her throat. It tore loose, harsh and pain filled. Sinafay cursed himself and Akoral as she pressed into his nerve then placed him inside her. He screamed at his body to stop but could only thrust into her, making her arch back and cry with pleasure. His only hope was that her grip would loosen and he could pull away, but her hand held on stubbornly, even as he pushed her to two orgasms. He hears Lina moving away and tried to muster the strength of will to push Akoral away. But it was only when he heard Lina's sob, her voice sounding as though her whole world had ended that he succeeded. With a cry of rage, he brought his hands up to Akoral's neck and squeezed, pulling away. "Evil temptress! I shall never fall under your spell again," he screamed, holding her above her ground, shaking her with every word. She gasped for air and clawed at his hands, even as her eyes flamed with anger. Turning his head to catch Lina's eye, he took a deep breath. "My love, forgive me. I beg it from the bottom of my heart. I give you everything in me, body, heart, mind and soul. They are yours from this day forward," he said clearly, hoping she would. Lina stood, wrapping wings around her protectively, her arms cradling her stomach. "Of course Sinafay, I would be a fool not to forgive you. Now, send her away and let us think of more pleasant matters," she whispered, full of hate for Akoral. The thought of killing the Drow woman never occurred to her, all she wanted was to be alone again with her dark love. Sinafay sighed and lowered Akoral to the ground. "Leave bitch, and never look for me again. I no longer fear you, nor want you. Your holds are gone," he whispered before shoving her to the ground. She lay there, gasping for air, her vision hazy as he and Lina walked away, hand in hand. Vowing revenge, she rose shakily and headed home to gather her forces. Forbidden Ch. 02 Dr. Benjamin Mandeville sat with his bare feet on the coverlet, staring blankly at the television screen. His hands were shaking slightly, and his dark blue eyes were glittering. He tried to take a drink of the water in the glass at his elbow, but his hand trembled too much for him to do so without spilling it. He inhaled deeply through his nose, letting the air out through his mouth, and finally he was calm enough to drink the whole glass of water and pour himself another. It had been three years since he had felt this way about a woman. Jackie had been his whole life, and he had lost himself in her. When she died he thought his world would implode. If it hadn't been for their children, he would have lost his mind, he was sure of it. Now, here he was, forty-eight years old, feeling like a callow schoolboy again. He couldn't keep his mind off Bronwyn Kerr, and at lunch today, he couldn't keep his hands off her, either. She was beautiful, and she didn't even know it. And although she was married, God help him, he didn't care. He wanted her so badly, he thought he'd go crazy. She hadn't noticed him when she'd checked in yesterday after lunch. He'd been coming in from a game of tennis, and she was reaching for her suitcase, after thanking the receptionist in a lilting voice with the trace of a foreign accent. She bent over to retrieve the handle so she could pull the suitcase along, and the jeans she wore pulled taut over her rounded rear end. Ben felt desire shoot through him like a bolt of lightning, and he knew he would have to get to know her better. He followed her into the elevator, but she remained oblivious to him. Her hair was long, thick, and streaked with gray, but her youthful face made it hard to tell her age. She was a big woman, voluptuous, with long legs and round arms. He had read her name on her suitcase, and was delighted to find that she was on the same floor as he was. Now all he had to do was find a natural way to meet her, so he could ask her out. When he had seen her in the gym earlier today, it was the answer to his prayer. He knew she had run away from him in the gym, that she didn't have an appointment, but he also knew where she was staying. Ben had never been shy, and it was not a problem for him to go to her room and invite her out. And all through their time in the bar, and again at lunch, he had had to restrain himself from doing more than touch her hands, when she let him, and her face. Kissing her was out of the question, but that was all he had wanted to do. When she had all but admitted that the attraction was mutual, with that business about him being competition for her husband, he'd been hard pressed not to let out a war whoop, grab her arm, and claim his prize. Now he had a date with her later, his first date in five years, and he couldn't stop the tremors of anticipation that shook him. Bronwyn was deliciously plump, and she had the most expressive chocolate brown eyes he'd ever wanted to drown himself in, set in an oval face, with groin-hardening lips that seemed always on the verge of a smile, even when she was afraid or angry. Her skin was a rich milk-in-coffee color, warm and smooth. She was also a straight arrow. She cared deeply about her marriage vows, he could tell that, and she was strong enough to keep them, even when she herself also felt the tug of this attraction that he felt between them. Ben didn't want to sleep with her. Not yet, anyway. He knew she wasn't ready for that, that it wasn't an option open to either of them, and he had meant what he'd said about sex without friendship. But he yearned to have a taste of her full, ripe lips, and to feel her arms around him, holding him, caressing him. He changed the channel on the television when he saw what was on -- a couple in bed together, making love. He heard their impassioned moans and whispers, and his heart slammed up against his chest. I'll probably never know what it is to make love with Bronwyn, he thought. He picked up the phone and called the front desk. "Where can I order some flowers?" he asked. He took down the number and made the call. A dozen yellow roses, for friendship. How he wanted to send her red roses, but he couldn't! He told them where to deliver them and lay back on the bed, thinking about the way she colored up when she let herself feel the tug of their mutual attraction, and how that made his desire for her whip through him like stormy winds. He didn't know when he fell asleep, but it was dark in the room when he woke up. He sat up in a panic and looked at his watch, then breathed a sigh of relief. Seven-thirty. He had time for a quick shower and shave. At eight o'clock, he was standing outside her door, his chocolate brown slacks hugging his hips and flowing smoothly down his long, muscled legs, the buttery yellow of his shirt gleaming in the light from the hallway. He had the matching jacket slung over his shoulder. When Bronwyn opened the door, his heart lurched violently. She was wearing a simple pale yellow silk dress, form fitting, cowl-necked, three-quarter sleeves, buttons down the back, and she looked stunning. She wore simple gold knobs in her ears, and her rings flashed on her hands. In her black high-heeled slingbacks, she was still three or four inches shorter than he was. "Hi," he breathed, and put out his arm. "You must be psychic," he continued, indicating their matching colors. "You look wonderful!" Bronwyn took his arm, smiling, and he closed her door behind them. He could feel her tremble slightly, and he knew she was trying to calm her wildly beating heart as he was doing. He took steadying breaths, and waited until he could speak without huskiness. "I'm taking you to a little French restaurant I used to take my wife to," he told her, and heard her faint gasp with a small smile. She was so innocent, he knew he would have to protect her, not only from himself, but from herself as well. Although he had his car, he didn't want to drive. He wanted to be with her without having to concentrate on anything else. So once outside, he hired a waiting cab and sat with her in the back. He did not touch her, though he was aching to put his arms around her and kiss those sexy peach-colored lips until she begged for mercy. The scenes rolled past outside, but he missed them all. He had eyes only for her, and he wanted her to know it. He could smell the scent of her perfume, some heady concoction with jasmine in it. He heard her sigh and looked into her face. She was looking at him with an emotion she was trying to conceal lurking in her eyes, and he felt his groin tighten. This was going to be harder then he had thought, when he had promised not to do anything she didn't want him to do. He smiled, and saw her eyes widen. The cab stopped, and he got out and helped her out. After paying the driver, he led her down a few steps into a small intimate space. There were a few patrons already there, and Ben led her to the counter where he asked for a table for two. They were led upstairs, and taken out on to the balcony above the street, to a cozy table in one corner. Tall glasses were filled with water and menus were brought. "What's your pleasure?" Ben asked, then remembered her reaction the last time he had asked it. He looked at her again, and saw that she remembered too. "I'll have whatever you're having," she said in a low voice, keeping her eyes averted. He heard the faint accent again, and it gave him an odd thrill. He'd follow that particular clue to her life tomorrow. "Will you follow my lead in everything tonight?" he asked suggestively. "Everything to do with the meal," she replied quickly, looking him in the eye for the first time. She had pinned her hair up on top of her head, but a few tendrils had come loose and streamed down her neck and the sides of her face, making her look even younger than usual. Suddenly, he wanted to know everything about her -- how old she was, what she did for a living, where she lived. He knew that she did not have to tell him any of these things, that knowing them would only complicate their relationship. At least he could ask how long she was staying. "I'm leaving the day after tomorrow," she replied. His heart sank. "Why so soon?" he asked. He only had one more day with her. "You forget," she said, "I have a family. Children who will be off to college in a couple of weeks. A husband who expects me to help him with all the last minute preparations. And I do have a job." Her voice held irony. "What do you do for a living?" he asked. "I'm a teacher in a high school," she answered, and her whole face changed, became softer. He could tell she loved what she did. "What subject?" he asked, and was not really surprised when she answered, "English." "A complicated subject for a complicated woman," he said, smiling appreciatively. The salad came, and their fingers touched as they were both reaching for the dressing. Ben felt that familiar electric shock bolt through his arm and sizzle in his chest. He looked over at his companion, and she appeared to be calm, but her eyes were lowered, and he knew she was hiding her reaction from him. My God, he thought, who would ever believe that touching fingers could make me so hot? He watched her as she forked some salad into her mouth. She licked off the drop of dressing that clung to her full lower lip, unaware of his eyes on her, and he felt his whole body harden in response. Eat something, he admonished himself, lowering his gaze, and he ate everything on his plate without really tasting any of it, even forgetting to use the dressing. "You're as odd as my son Josh," she said suddenly. "Don't you like this salad dressing?" She had watched him eat the dry salad leaves. "I can live without it," he answered, pretending that he did that often. He drank some water, as much to dislodge the dry leaves from his throat as to have something to do with his hands, and then waited impatiently for the next course to be served. She finished her salad while he wondered how he was going to let her go out of his life the day after tomorrow. He still barely knew anything about her, but he felt as though she were the most important person in his life, and that when she left his heart would go with her. How could he have fallen so hard in such a short period of time for someone so different from all the other women he'd ever had, or the woman he'd loved and married? And what was he going to do when she was gone? "You're staring again," Bronwyn told him, an edge to her voice. He was immediately contrite. "Sorry, b...Bronwyn," he caught himself on the word 'baby'. It would never do to start with endearments. I have to protect her from being hurt, he reminded himself. He knew he'd have to keep careful control of his emotions from now on. "So, where are your kids going to college?" he asked, as the second course was served. "Josh is at UPenn, and Damaris will attend the University of Michigan. What about yours?" "Fiona, my eldest, is in med school at Johns Hopkins. The other two, Jake and Caroline, are at Duke. Caroline is about to graduate, and Jake is a sophomore." He spoke with pride in his voice. "You've had an empty nest for a while now," she commented. "How does it feel?" "Although I miss the kids, I love being able to go where I want and do what I want when I want to, and not have to worry about them. I really miss Jackie the most." His voice was pained. "Your wife?" Bronwyn asked. "Yes," he answered shortly, his voice clipped. He looked at her as he spoke, wondering if he should tell her how he felt about her, and how he wanted her to fill the void that Jackie had left. She was so close, and yet so far from him. She would never be his, unless, God forbid, something like death took her husband away from her, and he wouldn't wish that on her. Remembering his own hurt, still there though less intense, after three years, he couldn't bear the thought of her in pain. He didn't think she was the divorcing kind, either, and there had been no suggestion that she was unhappy in her marriage. He guessed he'd have to get over her; he'd have to see this as a fleeting affair, a ripple on the placid surface of his life and hers. The waiter was at his ear, asking about wine. "What would you like?" he asked Bronwyn. "Nothing dry, please. Other than that, you choose," she answered. He placed the order, and when it came, he raised his glass to her. "Here's to friendship!" he said softly, and touched his glass to hers. He sniffed the wine and let its heady aroma seep into his nostrils, all the while watching her sip delicately. Her nails were perfectly manicured, the diamond she wore twinkling in the subdued lighting of the restaurant. It was a small diamond, and he thought how he would like to give her large diamonds and any other jewel she wanted. He fancied that she would probably not want a lot of jewelry, since she was wearing only her wedding rings on one hand, and a sapphire graduation ring on the other. "Do you like jewelry?" he asked, and watched her eyes fly to his. "Why do you ask?" she hedged. He could see her thinking he was going to offer her jewelry and worrying about how to refuse it nicely, and a smile curved his lips. He saw her eyes widen, and he had to force himself to stay seated. "Nothing, just curious," he lied. He watched her take another sip of wine and pass the tip of her tongue over her lips. He licked his own suddenly dry lips, wishing he could play the child's touching game with her. Only this time, they'd touch tongues. The thought simmered in his mind for the rest of the evening. "You know what I do for a living, but I know nothing about you," she said. "Do you have a job?" Her glance was teasing, and he chuckled. "Yes, I do, actually," he replied. "I have a very busy practice." "So you're a lawyer," she concluded. He shook his head. "A doctor?" He nodded. "What kind?" "OB/GYN," he said, and waited for the blush. She did not disappoint him, and he chuckled again. Making her blush even more. She avoided his eyes, until he reached over and touched her chin. Then her eyes flew to his face. "What are you doing?" she asked in a panic. "The only thing you'll allow me to do," he replied. He stared at her mouth as he spoke, and she licked her lips again, nervously. He groaned low in his throat, and traced those lips with his thumb. "Dr. Mandeville..." she began, but he stopped her with a finger to her lips. "Ben," he corrected her. "Call me Ben." When she didn't respond, he urged her, "Go ahead, say my name." He waited while she struggled to hold his gaze. "This is too intimate," she protested, and backed away from him. "You're acting like a lover, and I thought we agreed you wouldn't do anything I don't want you to do." "And you don't want me to...?" His eyes were still on her mouth. "Look at me like you're doing now. Touch me the way you're touching me. It's too intimate," she repeated. "I feel like you're kissing me without putting your mouth on me." Her voice held a protest. "I am," he admitted. "I've wanted to kiss you since about nine o'clock this morning." He watched her face become still, and then he added, "Okay, if you don't want to be kissed by proxy, I'll stop." "Maybe we should leave now," she said, her cheeks burning. "I'm tired. It's been a long day." "Without coffee? Or dessert? Don't tell me you're going to forgo dessert again tonight?" "Please," she pleaded, her eyes clouded with emotion. "Don't make this harder for me." Her accent was even more pronounced now, and he wondered that he could be so turned on by every little thing about her, even when she was upset. Ben sat back in his chair, his fingers on the stem of the wine glass. He would leave if that was what she wanted, but he didn't want the evening to end like this. He had scared her, and he wanted to make amends. "Look," he said, "why don't you choose something for dessert? I'll order it to go. Then you can enjoy it in your room, without me to watch." He looked at her plate. "Besides, you don't seem to have eaten too much of your meal." Bronwyn wiped the corners of her mouth on the napkin and nodded mutely. "What would you like?" he asked. "Something chocolate would be nice," she said stiffly. He raised his hand to place the order and ask for the bill, and she excused herself to go to the ladies' room. He watched her walk away, her back straight, her shoulders squared, her hips swaying gently. She was trying to maintain a cool outward appearance, but every step of her long legs sparked with erotic energy and an awareness of his eyes on her that he could read in her straight shoulders and erect posture. She was trying not to turn him on, and she was having the exact opposite effect. When she returned, peach lipstick re-applied, he felt the spark change to flame, burning more fiercely in his chest. He clenched his hands into fists to avoid grabbing her. "Ready?" he asked redundantly. She nodded, and they walked downstairs where he paid the bill and they stepped together into the cool night air. "Let's walk down to the plaza," he suggested. "We can find a cab there." He took her unresisting arm and strolled with her down to the traffic light. Across the street, they walked through the brightly lit park to the plaza, where a number of taxis were waiting for fares. He was about to hail one, when she touched his arm and said, "Can we walk down to the water first? I love looking at the lights on the river at night." Ben took her hand and placed it in the crook of his arm, and they walked down to the end of the plaza, where some benches had been built and a wall separated them from the rocky beach and the river. She knelt on one of the benches and looked over the wall into the dark water, her arms crossed under her chin, letting the beauty of the night scene envelop her. "The hardest thing I've ever done in my life is what I'm doing now," Ben said suddenly above her right ear, his face touching her hair. "And what might that be?' she asked, turning her head slightly to look sideways at him. "Stand so close to the woman I desire and not take what we both want," he answered, fighting the urge to hold her and kiss her into submission. He moved behind her and put his hands on either side of her elbows on the wall, careful not to touch her, but imprisoning her nonetheless. His breath fanned her cheek, and all he had to do was shift his weight and his lips would replace his breath. "Please," she pleaded, "you promised." She stood up, with her back to him, forcing him to move his arms and back away from her, and when she turned around and saw how close their lips were, she stepped away from him, but the wall stopped her flight. He put his hands back on the wall on either side of her. Anyone passing by would think they were kissing each other. "Say my name," he begged her softly, his eyes sending blue darts of flame into hers. "Ben," she breathed into the space between their lips, refusing to meet his hot gaze. "Please don't do this!" But Ben knew it was too late. He lowered his head, and touched her mouth with his. Ah, God, it was so sweet, she was so sweet. He increased the pressure, and heard her moan low in her throat. Oh, baby, he thought, come to papa! He moved his hands to her shoulders and pulled her away from the wall and into the fullness of his kiss. "Oh God, Ben, please, don't do this!" Bronwyn's voice was a cracked and shaken whisper. She tried to back away from him, but he wouldn't let her go this time. He couldn't. "Just one more kiss, baby! Please!" He touched her mouth with his again, letting his tongue graze her lower lip. Her knees buckled, and she pressed her hands against his chest and opened her mouth to him. His loins exploded with scorching desire, his heart hammered in his chest, and he hugged her warm, round body to his, kissing her face, her neck, letting his hands tangle her hair. He wanted her so badly now, it hurt his chest. Forbidden Ch. 02 When she moaned, and he felt the vibration against his tongue, he loosened his hold on her before he gave in to the overwhelming urge to let her feel his need for her, and she tore her mouth away from his, turning her back to him. His chest heaved, and he stepped away, struggling to control his breathing. He waited for the evidence of his need to loosen its death grip on him before he approached her again. When he touched her arm, she flinched, and his heart ached. He'd broken his promise to her, and now she would never have anything to do with him again. "Let's get you home," he said, his voice hoarse. They walked back to the stand of taxis without touching each other, and he led her to the closest one. In the car, they sat as far apart as they could, neither speaking to nor touching each other. The ride was unbearable for Ben, who found his anger and frustration growing as they neared the hotel. He paid the cabbie and followed her up to her room. She already had the key card out and in the door, and she would have let herself in without another word if he hadn't stopped her with a hand on the door. "Bronwyn, I'm sorry." He sighed, a frustrated sound, running his hands through his short black hair. "I don't want to lose you, and I'll probably never see you again after tomorrow. I need you, but you belong to some other guy. How do you think I feel, knowing you'll be going back to him, and I won't have you?" He turned her to face him as he spoke, and watched her face change. Then he felt the tentative touch of her hand on his arm. "Ben," she said his name shyly, making his heart turn over again, "How do you think I feel, knowing that I have a husband, and now you...?" Her words trailed off into silence, the words she had left unsaid speaking volumes of the feelings he had stirred up in her. "The last time I felt like this about a woman, Jackie was alive, and I could make love to her. What am I supposed to do now?" His voice was hoarse with emotion. He bent his head, and when she tried to dodge his kiss, he said, half-jokingly, "I've already broken my promise, and you're still intact. A kiss goodnight? That's all I ask." Bronwyn couldn't resist him. She raised her face and let him kiss her, and only at the end did she open her mouth and let him taste her. She moaned when his tongue touched hers, and Ben lost himself, pulling her fully into his arms. Their breathing became labored, and Bronwyn wrapped her arms around his neck, finally pulling away from him only when she felt his arousal on her belly, trembling so badly she could hardly slide the key card into the slot. "Goodnight," she said, looking into his passion-filled eyes, and slipped into her room. Forbidden Ch. 02 Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to get the next part done, especially since it's so short. Hopefully noone is too disappointed. The story continues beyond this, for anyone who's curious, and will get back to the philosophical a little more. Laura laid back comfortably on her bed and thought; something which she'd been doing a lot in the past forty-eight hours. She didn't have all that much to think about, but she found herself working in circles. She gently stroked her dirty blonde hair, whirling it around her finger and leaving a small curl as she pulled away. Two days ago, Laura had come face to face with a deep ethical question. It was something that most people never have to deal with, because they either have siblings or they don't. She was somewhere in the middle. She was born without siblings and raised by a variety of people. The system tried to accommodate her, but such things are never perfect. She was thirteen by the time a family finally adopted her for good. Now they were her family, plain and simple. About that same time however, she started to have fantasies about physical and emotional intimacy. The object of her chemically overloaded mind became her older brother. The few people who she shared this information with told her that it was completely natural and it would go away when she got a big older. Just two days ago, she had been confronted by her all of her fantasies. She was eighteen now, and yet her lust burned just as strong as it had when she had been 'crazed'. Maybe she was still crazed. Either way, she couldn't escape from the realization that she felt an overpowering attraction towards her brother. 'Normal sisters don't have to worry about this sort of thing' she said to herself, as if that fact helped her at all. She'd been repeating that to herself for almost two days, and it didn't make it any easier. Many of us are caught in situations like hers, pacing back and forth or lying immobile, paralyzed by the decision that we must make. It isn't usually the decision at all that we struggle with, but more the justification for the choice we know that we'll eventually get up the courage to make. An hour more spent staring at the ceiling was all it took. She slid around on her bed and sat up, facing her closed door. Her clothing was strewn between her and the handle, cast aside hurriedly as she had made her way to her bed that morning. She could never relax with clothes on, and she needed to have a clear mind to make such a huge decision. She stood, tiptoed around her shirt and panties, and gripped the door handle firmly. As she twisted, she heard the familiar click that signalled the lock disengaging. She pulled, and it swung open silently, revealing the empty room beyond. She swungaround and went back to her bed, laid down, and began waiting. She was done thinking, done deciding, and done justifying. Now, she was ready to act. Not ten minutes later, she heard a familiar shuffling above her and heard the door close. She waited still. Moments passed. "Laura? You down there?" Kevin called. Not sure what to say, she simply remained silent. It wouldn't be long until he walked down the stairs. He always did. She sat up on her bed and again faced her door, now swung wide open. Her mind was racing with anticipation. She was nervous, but excited as well, and couldn't quite tell which sensation was stronger. There was a slow, quiet series of thumps as Kevin gradually made his way down to the basement. "You there, Lor?" he called again. This time, she spoke up. "I'm in here" she replied intently. Kevin picked up his pace as he walked past the large couch, rounding the corner into her room. When he entered, he stopped abruptly. "Oh! I'm sorry, Lor, I didn't realize you meant you were naked in here" he said, turning around. Even as his head spun away she could feel his heavy gaze examining her pert breasts and falling for a moment between her legs. From his angle he'd only been able to glimpse her bush, but it was an improvement over the last two days. She'd barely said a word to anyone and had spent almost every waking hour inside her room. Even in that second, he'd caught enough of a glimpse of her chest to bring back the images that their experience had burned into his mind. Kevin could remember the soft globes that he'd wished he could touch and caress. He could see every dimple, every freckle, and the soft milky tone – offset by the light red of her hard nipples. He just stood there, so she decided to push him a bit further. "I thought about what you said, and I agree with you. I just really felt embarrassed with what I said, so I needed some time to think before I could talk to you about it." Kevin slowly turned to face her again. She felt his eyes lock to her breasts once again. They were even more beautiful than he'd remembered. "You know I love you, right Kevin?" She asked, putting on her best cute face. Kevin melted and smiled. "Of course I do. I love you too, Lor." She stood and walked over to him, swaying her hips, letting him get a flitting glance of her slit. Reaching up with her arms, she motioned for him to hug her. He leaned down slightly and pulled her into his arms. Kevin could see straight down at the small of her back, which rolled out into her round ass cheeks. They billowed out from her body slightly and she bent over a little to make them even more pronounced. The sight of her lower cleavage sent ripples or warmth up to his face. He felt himself getting hard and tried to end the embrace, but she held on. "I want to tell you something, Kev. It's kind of weird, so just let me finish before you say anything." She could almost feel his gaze flowing up and down her along the slender groove of her back, where her nearly invisible hairs gave texture to her velvet smooth skin. Kevin nodded vigorously, hoping that he would be freed before any other thoughts popped into his head. "When we were thirteen, I started having these dreams. At first, they were just jumbled thoughts and feelings. Then they started to get more lucid. I'd be playing with you and I'd touch your...thing...a little. Eventually they got more intense. We'd play around for a bit, then you'd try and touch me and I'd run away. Then you'd end up chasing me around, and we'd tumble around and play until I'd give up, then you'd climb on top of me and...well you know." At this point, Kevin was just about crying out. His dick was rock hard, but jammed up in his pants and constrained. He was actually in a decent amount of pain from the condition. "Now we're both eighteen, and things have changed a lot. We're family and all now. The funny thing is, I thought they'd go away. But the other night after you caught me touching myself, I had another one." Kevin was at a complete loss for words. He managed a mumbling sound as he felt his little sister's hands meet between them and unbuckle his belt. Pulling back a bit, she unzipped his jeans and pulled them down with his boxers. His swollen head caught on the elastic for a moment, but she manoeuvred it free. It was a proud seven inches of hard readiness and sprung free as soon as she pulled it loose. There was already some pre-cum oozing from the tip. "I love you, Lor" he repeated, seizing her and kissing her passionately. "I love you in more ways than a brother should." Pulling one hand free from his arms, she slid it down his chest until she felt his dick again. Gripping it firmly, she began pulling it back and forth in long strokes. He paused to take off his shirt, and then began kissing her again. Her lips were sweet, the flavour of the bubblegum lip-gloss she used. He pushed his tongue through her stiff jaw, and felt her relax once he began exploring within her. She felt the intrusion and decided not to let it go further. When she felt his hand gently touch her inner thigh, she pushed him away. She held her legs closed, revealing nothing to him. "No" she said, smiling. "Don't joke about that stuff. It's serious. If you say no, I have to stop" Kevin replied. He approached her and kissed her again. When he tried to touch her breast, she grabbed him hand and held it just shy of her silky skin. He pushed his hand closer, but she swatted it away. He reached for her back, but she spun away from him. He found himself following her as she made her way around the couch. He saw a flash of red between her legs as she ran, but nothing much. As they made their way around, she continued to push him away. She began running and he followed, as she threw pillows at him. As she rounded the front of the seats again, he grabbed her arm and she tripped on a pillow, landing on another. He fell with her, landing just beside her. He grabbed a breast with his mouth and sucked on her now stiff nipple, only to be shoved away. He grabbed a hand and she tried to scramble away, but he grabbed a leg and an arm as she tried to move. She fell back onto the pillows. Her muscles relaxed and he watched her slowly and carefully pull her legs under her. She raised her ass slightly and held still, waiting. Kevin crawled around behind her and sat in awe. Her soft red folds were exposed slightly from within her puffy outer lips. Her nub was glistening and he could see drops of juice dripping from her smooth slit as it eagerly prepared for him. Not knowing any hesitation, he mounted her and positioned his rod at her moist nether lips. Reaching around to her chest, he began massaging her beautiful orbs in circles, kneading them gently to accentuate what was about to come. As the tip of his head touched her folds, the outer skin caught. There was near silence around them. He pushed forward and felt her tight opening squeezing him. The exposed head of his cock slid out of its sheath and slithered deep into his younger sister, making a wet sliding sound which was framed by her heavy panting. He began pumping her, in and out, slowly. His thrusts were careful and considerate, knowing that she hadn't had sex more than maybe once or twice. "Oh" she called, excited by the sensations. She'd masturbated a lot, but none of those feelings compared to what he was doing. She accidentally broken her hymen at sixteen with a dildo that a friend had loaned her. Thinking that she was being judged, she had said that she'd had sex the year before. One stroke later, she was in pain and confused, with the toy inside her. Yet not even that compared to the real thing. Feeling her tension within easing, Kevin pushed a bit harder and faster. "Mmm" she moaned in approval. "Take me Kev. I'm yours. You won me, now do whatever you want with me." Hardly able to contain himself, Kevin started driving into her even harder. He could feel himself bottom out inside her, six inches in, his head bumping against the entrance to her womb. He pulled back a bit to avoid it, but continued to slide deep into her as he made his way towards release. All of the strange role-playing and dirty talk from his little sister had him pumped up more than he'd been since he had first had sex. It was like a different experience altogether. Just as he was going easy, he felt his Laura's passage tighten around his shaft and the friction increase a lot. "Oh god, Laura. If this keeps up, I'm going to cum any time now" he moaned. Pushing deeper with his last few dozen thrusts, he felt himself bump up against her cervix again. "That's yours too, Kev. Don't you want to take me for yourself? Use me, breed me, fill me up with your seed, please." With that, Kevin felt a jolt of excitement surge through him. As wrong as it seemed to his conscious mind, it rang true with something deep inside him. He felt himself thrusting wildly into his sister, her pussy squeezing and sucking him, until a torrent surged out from his tip. She felt a burning warmth in the depths of her passage and farther within, filling her and spilling deeper and deeper inside her. Forbidden Ch. 02 Her teacher?! He was her fucking teacher! She sat at a desk near the back of the room and kept her eyes on the floor. Her fucking teacher?! She had really got herself in the shit this time! The clock slowly moved round. His eyes strayed to her exposed cleavage and tanned legs in her short skirt, staring down at his left hand he felt the rush of guilt come back. Finally the bell rang and he dismissed the class. "Annabella? Could you stay for a minute please?" Her heart sank, she stood by his desk, her hands folded in front of her still looking at the floor. Lucy had stayed behind trying to lure him into a conversation, he sighed with frustration and ushered her out. "Well that sounds very interesting Lucy, I will continue this with you tomorrow." "You promise sir?" He rolled his eyes and nodded. "I promise, now off you go." She skipped out in a swirl of perfume and a click of heels, Bella still kept her eyes on the floor, her face burning as he watched her from his desk. "What are you doing here?" She said nothing her nervousness rising in her chest. "I said, what the fuck are you doing here?" "I go here now, my transfer came through yesterday morning." She turned to the door, her whole body trembling. "I'm sorry, I'll leave." His large calloused hand wrapped around her wrist and pulled her around to face him, his free hand wrapped around her delicate throat and pushed her until her back hit the door. "How old are you?" "Eighteen." Her voice shook and her eyes searched his face in a panic. "Shit," he ran his hands down his stubbled face. "I'm almost twice your age." Her eyes were fixated on his left hand, a look of horror on her pretty face. "You're married?" He looked down at the simple silver band as though seeing it for the first time. He nodded. "Why didn't you tell me?" "Why didn't you tell me you were so young?!" She pushed herself away from the door anger dancing in her eyes. "You never asked!" Her eyes dropped back to the floor and her chest rose and fell quickly with her breathing. "I'm sorry." "Don't be. It's my fault. I shouldn't have tried anything in the first place. I think it would be better if we didn't spend too much time alone though." "Ok, well I guess I'll see you tomorrow sir." "Good bye Bells." She smiled slightly. "Bye Alejandro." * The next week passed quickly and without problems. She settled into her school life and he found ways of beating his arousal every time he saw her. Friday came however and she didn't turn up for class, he waited, worrying for the hour but she didn't show. At the end of the day he packed all his work into the boot of his car, his mind stayed on Bella until he arrived at his cabin and felt a weight lifted from his chest. She sat on the floor her back against her car a lit cigarette in her hand. She wore a hooded sweatshirt which hid her face from him as he approached. "You alright kid?" she said nothing. "You coming in?" She nodded. He unlocked the door and waited until she walked in in front of him, he moved towards her and gently pushed the hood from her face. He bit back a gasp. A large purple bruise flowered on her left cheek and a cut stood out against the soft pink of her lower lip. "Holy shit kid, what happened to you?" "I fell, I was in stupid heels and I fell." "You fell?" He took a step towards her, crowding her against the wall. "Yeah." "Bells, did someone do this to you?" She shook her head her eyes turning frantic. "No, I fell, please sir, I just fell." The title gave him a feeling of power and her breathy tone made his dick twitch in his pants. "Fine, I believe you. Are you staying here tonight?" "Can I?" "You have to stay where I put you." "Yes sir." Another wave of arousal hit him and he gritted his teeth. "If I put you in the bed, you will stay there." "Yes sir." "You will not come to me and if I come to you, you will send me away. Do you understand?" "Please sir." Her dark eyes were burning with arousal and her small body visibly shook. "Do you understand?" "Yes sir." "Ok," he lead her to the bedroom in the back of the cabin, quickly he lit a small fire before standing and staring at her. "You want some pyjamas?" She nodded slightly and he threw her a large t-shirt to wear, she looked unsure of what to do, so he motioned for her to begin undressing. Her eyes never left his as she pulled the sweatshirt over her head and slid her jeans down her smooth legs. She stood before him in nothing but pale pink lace underwear that contrasted against her tan skin and did very little to hide her large firm breasts, she slowly slid the t-shirt over her smooth exposed skin and watched him clench and unclench his fists attempting to refrain from touching her. He pushed her onto the bed and and tucked her under the sheets, her eyes gazed up at him begging him to stay but with all the strength he had left he left her in his bed alone and settled down for a very long night on the sofa. * Small noises coming from the bedroom woke him from his doze, he listened for a minute trying to work out what they were before giving into temptation and getting up. The sight that met his eyeshade him instantly rock hard and his breath catch in his throat. She lay on her back, her neck arched baring her throat, her plump bottom lip caught between her teeth, her kegs apart as her hand moved steadily under the covers, small moans and gasps escaped her lips and he watch greedily his body aching with need. Her yes fluttered open and caught sight of him, she let out a small shriek and her hand shot out from under the covers as she pushed herself into a sitting position. "Shit, I'm so sorry, I didn't know you were awake." "Don't stop." Her face clouded with confusion. "What?" "Keep going." She look unsure of what to do so he sat on her bed next to her, took her hand in his and moved it back to her pussy, he could feel from there how wet she was and clenched his jaw against his own need. Slowly he moved her fingers back over her clit and encouraged her to continue what she had been doing. Another moan came from her throat and her hips pressed upwards into his hand. He slid a finger into her tight pussy as she continued to frig her clit, slowly he began to move his finger in and out, fingerfucking her gently as her breathing became pants and she began thrusting against his fingers. Her free hand came down to his throbbing erection and stroked it gently through the tight boxers he still wore. He tensed at the first contact then groaned encouraging her to do it again. He added another finger and began sawing them in and out of her faster, her hand slid between fabric and skin until she held his hard cock in her small hand. Her eyes widened at how big his ten inches felt in her delicate grip before slowly running her hand up and down his shaft applying slight pressure making him groan loudly again. He moved to lay between her legs and his free hand moved down her back until he held her perfect ass in one hand, his fingers teased the crease and her hips moved faster against him while her hands sped on on his cock and her clit, he removed his hand from her ass and brought a finger to her willing mouth. She pulled it in without hesitation and suckled obediently. Moving his hand back to her ass he slowly massaged her tight rosebud before working one finger into her. She cried out and went still as her body tried to accustom itself to the new feeling, gently he moved his finger in and out of her ass and pussy until she was panting again and her hands went back to their ministrations. He added another finger to her ass and she cried out again her hand now jacking his wildly as he felt his balls tighten at the same time her muscles began to contract. As her orgasm washed over her she opened her mouth to scream, he covered her moth quickly with his and kissed her deeply and she sucked on his tongue as his own orgasm came and he spurted rope after rope of come onto the belly. He rested his head on her shoulder as she moved one hand to where his jizz had soaked her and collected some on her finger, smiling slightly she put her finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. He felt another jerk of arousal in his stomach and pulled her towards his for another kiss grinding his hips into her. He would worry about his guilt tomorrow. Forbidden Ch. 02 Dear Reader, Thank you for taking the time to read chapter Two of forbidden, and if you read the first one and left me comments! Big hug and lots of kisses xxx Even though, every precaution has been taken to make sure the historical side to the story is accurate, there are no doubt some areas that can be disputed. However, I must stress, and i don't mean to be rude, this is a romance novel! I am human, i do make mistakes, and I'm not some, historical buff that lives in the past researching every tiny little detail. But in the same sense! I will try my best in the future to provide as much accuracy as i can, and in doing so, i would like to ask that you as a reader, see past those mistakes, and focus your attention on the real reason you are reading this story... the romance!. - Amber Maynard. * CHAPTER TWO Despite the weight and the warmth from the heavy cotton draped about her shoulders, she still shook. Not from the cold, or what she had presumed was the cold to begin with, but with fear. She was slowly starting to realize how little she had in this world. Not that she had expected her step mother and step sister to change the habit of a lifetime and suddenly start caring. But she hadn't expected them to give up on her so easily. She felt sick to the stomach when it truly sank in that anything could have happened to her, and they just wouldn't care. Their complete disregard for someone's life, for family was shocking. She tried not to wallow on the pain of knowing her step mother and step sister would do anything to save themselves, rather than being selfless to protect others. But there was much more frightening things to think about...Like the Vikings who were slowly starting to pour into the room from the outside. They were all very large men with what looked to be fine strong blood lines. It was something she admired. She probably admired it the most because her father would insist that she spend her time around the most pompous of men. Half of them hadn't known the feeling of a hard day's work, and their hands were even softer than hers. The Vikings though, be as they may the enemy, looked weathered and strong. She remembered the feel of Ivar's hands, his palm was rough and his fingers calloused. She had felt like she weighed nothing more than just a feather when he had dragged her along. The scary part about that was, he is the slimmest man among these men. It terrified her to think of what they were capable of. They could grind her bones with their mere hands. She watched them cautiously from where she sat. Mostly because she was interested in the people most feared by her own... and because she preferred focusing her attentions upon them right now. Rather than the two women who sat to her right, her supposed family. A family that was broken in so many ways that it had become a disfigured blur in her memory. Their accents were thick, so understanding them completely when they talked so fast wasn't easy. What she had observed was that most of them were distracted. Their attentions were turned upon each other, rather than Harriot. She knew that planning an escape, between her, her mother and her sister was practically useless. They weren't brave enough to make a run for it. But the bigger question for Harriot, was would she be able to? There was no judging what the Viking was capable of if she should try to escape him again. It was true that he had been quite nice to her so far, but she didn't trust him. Something told her there was more to this person than what meets the eye. He was the enemy after all, a handsome and intriguing enemy, but an enemy no less. Harriot leaned forward and fidgeted a little. No one noticed. So instead she tried stretching. She spread her arms a little, still no one noticed. They really were engrossed in everything that they were doing. If she was going to attempt escape, she knew now might be her only opportunity to do so. Nevertheless that didn't stop the flip her stomach did at the thought. She must be crazy, really crazy. She closed her eyes firmly as she started to stand. It was as though her sister's discomfort vibrated through the air around them. Still she took her first step in the direction of the door, and then another. She opened her eyes and it felt as though everything around her had slowed until she could miss no detail or movement. Her heart throbbed so hard against her chest as she sucked a breath into her lungs. The room was dimly lit by candles; their yellow glow flickered along the bare walls... Walls that were covered once with beautiful bright wall hangings, and luxurious curtains. "And where is it you think you are going?" His voice would forever haunt her memories. It was deep and one of a kind. It instantly sent a wave of chills running through her spine, and she turned slowly to face him with quite a bit of reluctance. She had been caught. "Your men are hungry and thirsty. I was merely going to serve some food and mead to distract you all from killing me for a little while longer." She set her shoulders as though she was insulted by his remark. Then, she looked up into his eyes with as much genuine sincerity as she could offer. She surprised herself, because she hadn't put a single thought into what she would say if she was caught. Which was quite stupid really, considering she never believed she would get out of this room unnoticed. But she did have doubts on whether he believed what she had said or not. He seemed doubtful, and looked as though he was about to make her sit back down, but he didn't. Instead he swiveled on his heels and pointed to one of his men before he turned back to face Harriot. "He goes with you." It was clear from the look on his face that the terms were not open to negotiation. So she nodded to him and carried on making her way towards the kitchen. The guy Ivar had chosen to go with her was probably three times Harriot in size. His sheer size and presence could dominate almost any room. Looking up at him made her giddy. He had great big black eyes, and hair as long as hers. His lips were pulled taut into one sweeping line across his face. His whole demeanor was so much different from Ivar's. He didn't look like he was capable of much sympathy. If her father had caused these men enough trouble, that they would go out of their own way to find him and use his family for ransom. She was pretty sure he saw her as the enemy too. She couldn't exactly blame them for treating her that way. All she could say is that she had no choice over what family she was born into, or other people's actions. She was not like them. She liked to believe she was not heartless or insensitive to the people around her. She cared for the little things she couldn't expect them to know that though. She wasn't even sure why she cared what people thought. These men would either become a blur in her memory, or the very last memory she would have. She was conscious of the room around her. Everyone was watching her as she moved. They were all probably wondering why Ivar was being so nice to her, in fact she was too. It felt surreal. Harriot could hardly breathe as she stalked along the walls of the corridor. She held the heavy material of the cloak away from the ground, hoping to avoid snagging it on any corners as she moved. It was miles too big for her, in both length and quantity of material. But she had not considered making her escape without it. It could hinder her if she needed to move fast. Overall that was a risk she was willing to take in order to protect her modesty a little, and to stay warm. She had wound her hands in the course material of the cloak so hard, they burned. She was nervous, and scared of how little control she had over her own life right now. His sharp blue eyes were burned into her memory. It was easy to tell he had been born with a gift. Not only because he was beautiful, but because behind those bright blue eyes was anticipation. He didn't look at you, but through you, and that's what scared Harriot the most. She just had this horrible feeling when he looked at her. It was as though against her will, he could see straight through to her soul. But enough of that...she had to concentrate on what she was doing or she would very likely make a mistake. There was no room for that. This could very well end up being her only option, and if it was she wasn't going to waste it. She pushed at the heavy wooden door that separated the kitchen and hallway from a small room where a door to the outside rested against rusty hinges. It creaked and scraped against the course fine dusting of straw and always made her cringe. But she was convinced no one so far was onto her. The man Ivar had sent to keep an eye on her was consumed with the mead she had offered to him and the rest of the men. It had been too heavy for her to carry, and he had surprised her when he had offered to help. In doing so, he had played into her plan, and had given her the chance she needed to escape. She made a break for the door as she heard someone re-enter the kitchen. She assumed it was the Viking returning for the next batch of mead to hand out. She knew it wasn't when she heard Ivar's hiss of frustration. She risked a glance at him as she ran out into the garden. His face was contorted with barely contained anger and she couldn't really say she blamed him for being angry. She had probably caused him more trouble than the worth of it. He came after her, and she knew if he caught hold of her she was either dead, or would suffer for abusing his trust. Let's be fair though, who would trust someone you just captured not to escape? Harriot shivered inwardly with fear. She had heard so many times over the years of how fear could drive you to do crazy things. She had never thought of herself as so impulsive until her hand curled about the sword that was left just outside the rusty old door. She needed both hands to lift it, as it was just too heavy. Even then she struggled to point it straight in his direction. It felt like it had a mind of its own as the blade swayed in her grasp. It glinted through the fog an orange glow from the fire that consumed the barn. However it would not stay straight, instead it pointed towards the ground as she battled with her own strength and determination. She had a new-found respect for the men who could lift these and swing them with ease. They made it look so easy, too easy. She squealed and sidestepped as Ivar launched himself in her direction. The blade had now lowered even further toward the ground in front of her feet. With her lack of ability to control the fine long blade, it scraped against the mud. She tried her hardest to right her balance but it was not proving easy for her to do. The fool grinned at her, like this was some game he admired. He was mocking her, and even she mocked herself. What was she even doing? She didn't want to kill him, she wasn't a murderer. She probably didn't even have the strength to drive the blade into him even if she truly wanted to. Moreover the truth was she didn't. Her reactions now were so foreign she didn't even recognize herself. "Ah, I see doubt." Ivar said with a smile as he stepped closer to her. Harriot clutched at the sword like it was the last fragment of reality she had left. Her whole world had suddenly slowed down. Each step she took she was conscious of the ground beneath her... Conscious of his every response to her movements. He was so in-tune with her that she was starting to grow even more scared than she was before. "Please... I don't want to do this. I don't want to see anyone hurt." She meant it with every last fiber of her being. She didn't want anyone to get hurt, and she wanted even less to hurt him. But he was persistent, and she knew he wasn't about to give up that easy. It was when she lifted the sword to surrender it to him that she felt a painful blow. She had thought someone had struck her in the arm from behind. The force of it alone was enough to send the blade crashing to the floor. Reaction told her to grab where the item had struck, but when she did; she felt the stream of blood against her fingers. The force of it had spun her around. She hadn't thought something could take the air so completely out of her lungs. Ivar, thankfully was less dazed than she was. She felt his hand secure itself at the base of her spine. She was thankful because the blood streaming along her arm was starting to make her knees weak. She was too disorientated to tell where the blow had come from. When she looked around no one had been there except her and Ivar. Ivar hadn't done it because her eyes had been on him the whole time. He practically carried her back towards the house. Even when faced with the blood he didn't flinch half as much as she did. This was expected, considering they were both very different people, with very different upbringings. "An Arrow." Ivar hissed the words through gritted teeth. Instead of retaliating, and finding the source like it was clear he wanted to do. Ivar huddled close to her and put himself between her and any more attacks, until he had managed to get her back inside. She didn't understand why someone would shoot at her. "Here let me see." He took her by the arm. He was being as gentle as he could be, but the pain from that small action was overwhelming. She found herself grabbing at the prodding fingers out of reaction. It hurt... It hurt more than she had ever expected. The arrow hadn't even become lodged in her body as it would have been if the person had better aim. Instead she had been left with a hefty slash across her right arm that gaped and burned with so much force her legs felt weak. She had never felt anything as painful as this before. Her whole body was numb, apart from the area where the arrow had bit into her skin. Everything seemed to be concentrated on that area now, and the throbbing was unbearable. Ivar held onto her arm as he stormed his way along the corridor. Anger oozed from every part of him. He had incredible strength when he was angry. He flung the door to the main hall open so hard, its hinges screeched and shuddered as the door bounced off of the wall. Everyone turned from their loud happy chatter, took one look at her and Ivar, and the room changed and molded into something more serious. The men's faces hardened as they looked them both over, you could see them weighing the options of Ivar causing her injury. The man who had been sent to watch her suddenly looked sheepish. Ivar did not look at him, instead his eyes swept along the room and stopped upon a small shaggy looking man. He nodded his head and left the room. "Fetch me some mead." he barked to one of his men. Then slowly but steadily turned to face Harriot. She must have looked completely horrified. Common sense would tell you that the wound would not heal by itself. Whether it is wishful thinking or blatant ignorance, Harriot hoped with all of her heart that none of this would need a hot blade against her skin. Her knees throbbed for the very first time since the arrow had skimmed her body, not through relief but through fear. Her knees wobbled, and her hands shook. It felt silly, how her body was reacting to the wound. Something so small shouldn't feel so big. Yet she was sure once the mixture of blood and sweat had been wiped away from her skin, the wound wouldn't look so monstrous. Plus the sight of the blood wouldn't make her want to faint. The color must have drained from her face, because Ivar only looked at her once before he led her back in the direction of the kitchen. She stumbled slightly, unable to adapt to his forward movements and gain any sort of control over her shaky legs. The cloak he had offered her was now ruined from the arrow, and the steady stream of blood that trickled along her arm. He managed to catch her fall with his own body. For a moment she thought he might dare to carry her the rest of the way to the kitchen. This only served to annoy her further as she hated feeling weak and helpless. She was and never would be a damsel in distress. It was a quality her father hated. He felt he would get less for her hand in marriage because of her strong will, stubbornness and quiet determination. She was thankful for the chair offered to her once Ivar had rounded up a few of his men in the kitchen. The relief her legs felt to have the strain of standing removed, when they felt so horribly weak was most welcome. It was the next part she did not look forward to. She almost leapt from where she sat when Ivar tore the expensive curtain from the window. The material was fine stuff, and her father would surely have a fit. He would rather lose a daughter than the material those curtains were made out of. She swallowed the lump building in her throat. Also the breath that had almost emerged as a plea to put the curtain before her own survival. But it was embarrassment that stopped her. She did not wish to explain how her father cared more for material objects, rather than his own flesh and blood. His blue eyes were searching as he tore the material straight down the middle. He could sense her hesitation, but he did not question it. Instead he came and sat next to her, and extended his hand towards her arm cautiously. "May I?" His politeness surprised her. Everything about him surprised her. She had heard so many things about his people over time, that she had naturally assumed he was a bad person. The same way they had assumed she was like her father, though she was nothing like the man. He took her arm so gently, and despite her wish to pull away from him after his brutish kiss among the gardens, she did not. She let him lift her arm, and fold the fabric just above the wound. He tied it as tight as he could manage without hurting her and cutting into her skin. Then he brushed the edges of the arrow's wound with his fingertips, as his other hand circled her elbow. His long slender fingers were loose but warm against her skin. They stood out even above the throbbing pain of the blood rushing through her arm. Her skin stung where his fingers touched no matter his effort to be as careful as he possibly could. She didn't understand why any of them would help her. Why she was so important that they would go out of their way to stop the bleeding. Not just rule her out as another casualty to brush under the bridge. She almost instantly regretted the distraction of her thoughts, as one of the men turned the blade they had placed among the flames to heat. "Drink this." Ivar said as he offered her a container of mead. She half hesitated, faced with a non-sympathetic glare, she knew then that she would need it. Whether she liked it or not he was going to seal her wound with that blade. Even if they had to hold her down to do so, and there wasn't a single doubt in her mind that they could. She shouldn't be surprised that her step mother or sister hadn't bothered to pay much attention to whether she was alright or not, but she was. They hadn't spared her a single glance of concern which reminded her of something her uncle, from her mother's side would say 'Who needs enemies when you have family quite like this.' She drank the mead heavily hoping the quantity she consumed all at once would soothe and numb at least some of the pain. She couldn't help but flinch a second time as the blade was turned over in the flames again. Ivar however, was engrossed in cleaning the blood from her skin -- at-least as much as he could -- while being as careful as he could not to hurt her. His body was rigid with tension, his eyes the color of a clear summer sky skimmed over her with little emotion. The door burst open as the man who had left the room on Ivar's signal entered. His face was unreadable, but in his hand he held the remains of a broken arrow. Forbidden Ch. 02 "Ivar we have a problem." "Hold them off." "But Ivar, there are too many." "Ten minutes, that's all I ask." Ivar looked at the other Viking man with such seriousness, that he didn't question him further. Harriot however, wasn't sure whether she was feeling relief or despair. Whoever had shot at her must have known she was not the desired target, but had taken the shot anyhow. So, was she meant to be relieved by the men that had come to her family's aid, or threatened? The blade was removed from the flame, and she was given a piece of cloth to wedge within her mouth to stop her from biting her tongue. She was so utterly terrified of the pain that was about to come, that for the first time in her life she wished she had taken more mead. A man braced her shoulders, and placed something soft behind her back. Ivar's hand was steady but cautious, as he brought the blade towards her upper arm. No one could have prepared her for the pain that surged through her arm. Her yelp of discomfort was muffled by the fabric folded between her lips, but her cries she was sure, could be heard in the next village over. The Vikings hands braced themselves against her violently shaking body, her shoulders and arms trembled with wave after wave of shock from the heat. The urge to pull away from the source of pain was overwhelming, even though she understood perfectly that it had to be done. She wanted to fight against them and the pain like a caged stallion ready to take flight. Her vision was starting to blur, and she tried to fight it but the darkness fought back, until it had consumed her vision completely. Her pain suddenly felt less real, as though she was feeling only a portion of it while within someone else's body. The sensation was frightening, but she welcomed the dislocation from herself at the same time. She could hear his voice, faint and heavenly in the dark recesses of her mind. It was soft, and cooed to her in a tone that was resonant but with its own mysterious healing qualities. She felt as though she was grabbing for something, anything solid that kept her connected with what was real and what wasn't. She felt the warm softness of material fill her grasping palm, where only seconds before she felt nothing at all. Her vision had faded out to blackness. The voices along with the comforting warmth of body heat, and the coarse cotton material that had pressed against her fingertips, slowly started to fade from her memory despite how she fought for its comfort to stay. Forbidden Ch. 02 Four Months Later. It was an extremely hot summer day in June, but the day was promising rain. Gray clouds billowed and swelled, swirling steadily across the sky. The wind had picked up, but it was still unpleasantly warm. I let out a small sigh and closed the window of my new apartment. Just yesterday, I had unpacked the last of my belongings and knick-knacks, with the help of Gabe. Since our first encounter four months ago, we've had limited contact. Between work and this divorce, I've been extremely busy. However, he graciously dropped what he was doing two days ago when I approached him and asked for help. He had gone into town a few minutes ago with the promise of returning with food. Last night, he had stayed with me, although he slept on the couch. It was an accident, really. After helping me move, we had watched a movie. Sometime into it, he had fallen asleep, so I just covered him with a warm blanket and let him stay. Of course, we hadn't spoken of our intimate moment four months ago. There were a few instances where I caught him staring, but I honestly didn't mind. Despite the fact that he was quickly approaching his sixties, Gabe was in excellent physical shape. Years of hard manual labor had left him strong and toned. By genetics, he was extraordinarily handsome as well. With a strong jaw that was lined with a neatly-trimmed beard and incredible blue, twinkling eyes, he was more than attractive. He still had a full head of hair, although it had turned to a suiting dark gray. Although my soon-to-be ex-husband had inherited certain attributes from his father, it was obvious that Greg took after his mother. He had green, beady eyes that were set into a round face that rested top an even rounder figure and an awful, despicable attitude that was downright foul. Words can't really describe how miserable I was with him. Oh well, he's old history. At that moment, I see Gabe's familiar truck pull into the parking lot. Just a few moments later, I let him in to see he has indeed brought food. I close the door behind him, locking it securely. "I didn't know what to get you, so I just ordered a cheeseburger," he apologizes, fishing around the paper sack and producing a burger. I take it with a smile. "It sounds perfect, Gabriel." I say. "Thank you." "It's the least I could do. You let me stay here last night," he waves his hand to the couch, but I shake my head. "After everything you've done for me, was I supposed to kick you off my couch?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow. "I've missed you." "I've missed you too, Del." He says, giving me that lopsided grin. It takes my breath away, how gorgeous he is at times. "It's raining." Glancing outside, I realize he's quite correct. The promised rain has begun spattering against the windows, and thunder rumbles gently. "Let's eat," I murmur. Ten minutes later, the remains of our meal were being thrown away and Gabe was putting in a movie. The rain had really picked up, and thunder rolled noisily outside. My irrational fear of loud noises caused me to shift uneasily. "You all right?" he asks, his blue eyes seeking out my own. "Is it the thunder?" "Yeah," I admit, embarrassed. "Always." "I'll keep you safe," he murmurs, taking a seat next to me. Casually, he drapes his arm over the back of the couch, behind me. Tentatively, I lean against him, resting my head where his shoulder and neck meet. Instantly, he stiffens, and I feel myself unraveling. Of course he doesn't want this again; it was only a fluke, what happened four months ago . . . Then, his arms wrap around me, and I let out a breath I had been holding. His hands rub my back and his chin rests on top of my head. Nervously, I shuffle in closer, allowing myself to relax. "Do you ever think about . . . Valentine's Day?" I ask quietly. "All the time," he answers immediately, his voice guarded. "What do you think about?" I ask, clinging to his strong arm. Gabe doesn't answer immediately. Instead, he lets out a soft sigh, pulling his arm back to himself. He stands, turning away from me and steadily walking toward the kitchen window. Rain still spatters the window, like little tears running down the glass. "You have always been so beautiful, Delylah. So beautiful." he whispers quietly, though I can hear him from the couch. "I wanted to kiss you from the first time my son brought you home. Of course I knew it was wrong, but I knew he would hurt you." Gabe stops, taking in a deep breath and looking at me. His gorgeous blue eyes are sad. I stand and gaze at him for a few moments. Then, we walk toward the other, and he clutches me to his chest. My own arms wrap around him, and I wholly relax. It's wonderful to be against him again. "I've thought about you quite a bit," he confesses. "I thought about calling you every day. Every time I picked up the phone, I couldn't dial. I wanted you to move on from Greg." "I have moved on," I murmur quietly, kissing his neck. Gabe lets out a small moan, squeezing my hips and bringing me closer. "I'm sorry I never called." "Don't apologize, honey." he says softly, tucking my hair behind my ear. His fingers brush my cheek, causing my eyes to close. Oh, how I want his mouth on mine again . . . "I've missed you," I say in barely more than a whisper. His thumb traces my lower lip, and I kiss it softly. "Do you realize how much I've loved you, from the first time we met? It was so difficult to see you with my son . . . but how could I jeopardize his happiness? And five years later, I'm still so desperately in love with you. I'm so pathetic . . ." "Don't say that, Gabriel," I say furiously, taking his bearded, handsome face in my hands. His gorgeous blue eyes gaze sadly at me before his own hands find mine. "Delylah, we can't . . . be together. Greg . . . Claire." Gabe stops, looking away from me. I close my eyes for a moment, thinking of his horrible ex-wife . . . what she did to him. He takes my hands from his face and kisses my forehead. "I love you to the moon, but I will not allow them to destroy you. If we pursue this . . . you will be hurt. I cannot let that happen." "Then don't allow it to," I say quietly. "You've always protected me, why is this different?" "This is so much different," he says, and we laugh together. "Goodness Del, I love you." "I love you too, Gabriel." I breathe, and he squeezes me to his chest. Somehow, my lips find his. Our kiss is passionate; there is no rush. His skilled, wonderful hands dance over my body while his tongue expertly explores my mouth, my lips. Gently, his beard tickles me. Everything is so pleasant and perfect. Carefully, I begin undoing the buttons on his shirt. At first, I feel him stiffen against me. I stop and rub my hands against his chest, his neck. Softly, he moans against me and his own hands lift my shirt over my head. "Gabriel, I want this," I whine, tearing his shirt from him. My hands explore his muscular, strong chest while his hands nervously travel over my own torso. "What have you done to me?" he asks playfully, unbuttoning my jeans. I look down and undo his, giggling at the obvious strain. It doesn't take long, but soon we are both naked and breathing heavily. Our mouths are locked in a passionate, tender kiss. His hands expertly touch in all the right spots. My legs are wrapped around his waist, begging him to enter me. However, he's merely brushing his head against my growing wetness, in a painfully slow, methodical way. "Gabriel, you have got to be the most patient man in the universe," I groan, trying to force myself onto his hardness. "Please . . ." "You have to be the most impatient woman in the universe, Delylah," he says, pressing his mouth to mine. "I want to cherish this. I want to remember every way your body feels under my hands, my skin. You are so beautiful." "Gabriel . . ." I moan as he gently nibbles my neck. "I want this . . . I want us." "Me too, baby. Me too," he sighs sadly, his prick pressing against my entrance. Seizing an opportunity, I slide onto him and gasp at the intrusion. He's so much bigger than Greg . . . "Jesus, Del." he shakes his head and pulls himself out of me. I groan in frustration, my mouth finding his and assaulting his tongue. "You're very tight." "I want you inside of me. Please?" I moan against his mouth. He chuckles darkly before shoving his entire length into my awaiting warmth. Once more, I shout in pleasure and pain as I feel him ripping me apart. "Gabe!" "You feel so exquisite," he whispers in my ear, slowly moving inside me. I throw my head back and moan from his pleasure. "I won't last long if you keep acting this way, Delylah." "I'll take anything I can get from you," I murmur as he pushes himself inside me once more. I feel as though I could go off any second. Our mouths are inseparable as he makes love to me; his hands caress every inch of my body with precision. "I have to stop, Del. I'm going to come," he murmurs, nibbling my ear. "It's been . . . a very long time." "Don't stop," I plea, rocking on his manhood. I feel the anticipation building inside of me, and I know I won't last long, either. "I'm going to shatter against you." "I'll pick up your pieces," he promises, pressing his mouth to mine once more. Slowly, he rocks back and forth inside of me, and I feel myself losing control. "Gabe!" I shout as I feel myself tighten around his length. "Oh, I'm coming!" "Are you on the pill?" he asks frantically, pumping his hips against me. I feel his balls slapping my ass and it's enough to send me over the edge. "No," I shake my head, grinding my hips to meet his. "I want you inside of me. All of you." "I'm so close," he says through clenched teeth. "Let go," I urge, nibbling his neck. When he comes, he throws his head back and shouts my name. I feel him gush inside me, and I gasp as I come around him for a second time. Slowly, our breath returns to normal as he relaxes and holds me close. "You are sincerely amazing, Del." he murmurs, climbing off of me and laying on his side, bringing me with him. "So are you" I say softly, my eyes closing. He surrounds me so perfectly with his strong arms. "I love you," he kisses my forehead. "To the ends of the universe and back again." "Gabriel . . . I love you, too." I sob against his chest, surprised at my reaction. His arms wrap around me soothingly, his lips finding mine. "Please . . . this can't end here." "Sssh, let's just be happy for right now. Kiss me, baby girl." Gabriel's lips brush gently against mine, and I shatter against him once more. "After your divorce is finalized, no force on earth will be able to keep me from you. For right now, this cannot be public." "For right now, I can be happy with that." I smile through my tears, and he kisses the end of my nose. "Thank you, Gabriel." "No, Delylah. Thank you," Gabriel flips me to my back once more and expertly positions himself on top of me. "This time will last much longer." As he pushes himself inside me, I scream out his name, my nails digging into his skin. My legs wrap around his torso as our mouths meet once more. He is truly a wonderful, exquisite man. Forbidden Ch. 03 Chapter III -- Crime and Punishment Tommy stayed at Jill's Monday night. They did manage to sleep, but only intermittently, and only when they were too tired from making love. They woke early Tuesday morning and snuggled in each other's arms until Jill had to get ready for work. She left the bathroom door open as she showered, while Tommy lay in bed propped up by the pillows and watched, her body not quite clearly visible through the frosted shower door. He watched her step out of the shower and towel herself off. And he watched in silence as she laid out her clothes for the day and got dressed. Before she left, she sat beside him on the bed and they kissed, their tongues dancing in each others mouths. Jill gently pushed him away. "I've got to go. Stay as long as you like. There's a spare key by the kitchen phone. I'll be home by 5:15. Will I see you then?" "I'll be here," Tommy replied. "Don't be late." * * * That day, Jill couldn't get Tommy off her mind. She still didn't know exactly what it was about him that got to her so. But she did know that she wanted him, and she knew that it excited her to be with someone younger. It seemed to bring out the slut in her, and she liked that. For his part, Tommy couldn't get Jill off his mind either. She was an intelligent, successful and sexy woman. She was so much more than the airheads he went to school with. There were no games with Jill. She knew just what she wanted. And what she wanted was sex. If there was some risk involved, that was okay. So far, there didn't seem to be any limits with her. And there were suggestions of more to come. Tommy got back to Jill's house about 5 o'clock that afternoon. He relaxed on the sofa as he waited for her. By 7 o'clock she still hadn't arrived home. Tommy thought that was a little funny, especially since she hadn't called to let him know, but he shrugged it off as no big deal. After all, it wasn't as if he was her father or anything. She finally rolled in around 7:30. She had obviously been drinking. She explained that she'd had a late afternoon business meeting with a major client and afterwards they all went to happy hour. She was sorry, but she just hadn't been able to call. Tommy actually had no problem at all with her explanation. After all, here she was, looking as good as ever, with a hint of horniness in her eyes. But his mind was working in another direction. Perhaps a little punishment might make the evening more interesting, he thought. "I'm sorry, Jill, but your explanation is unacceptable. You kept me waiting for over 2 hours. The least you could have done is call." "Jeez, Tommy. What's up with you?" she responded bluntly, not yet catching on to the game. "Lighten up a little." "No, Jill. What you did was rude and selfish, and you need to be punished," he said, rising from the kitchen table where he had been sitting. "Now go stand in the corner while I decide on your punishment," he growled, doing his best to look the part of the stern taskmaster. She looked at him intently, not quite certain what was going on. She opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. "Move," he said. "It will only get worse if you delay. She lowered her head. "Yes, sir," she responded meekly as she assumed her position in the corner. She was fairly certain that Tommy was just playing around. What the hell, she thought, she might as well play along. She stood there several minutes, waiting, waiting for him to say something. "Tommy," she said quietly after a time. There was no Response. "Please, sir," she tried. "That's better. What do you want?" he responded roughly. So that's how he wants it. Okay, she could do that. "May I go to the bathroom, sir? I have to pee." Tommy grinned to himself at the submissive nature of her request. "Are you sure you're not just trying to get out of the corner?" he responded. "Oh, no, sir. I had several beers earlier. I really need to pee." "Very well," Tommy answered. "But just to make certain you're not up to something, You'll have to leave the door open. And I'll be watching." "Yes, sir." She entered the bathroom, leaving the door open and went to the toilet. She turned to look at Tommy, slowly unsnapping her pants and pushing them down her legs. She hesitated briefly before sitting down. Soon, the sound of her peeing echoed throughout the bathroom. She found herself strangely excited. Not since she was a baby had anyone watched her pee. Strange that it should turn her on like this. When she had finished peeing and wiping, she stood up. Just as she was bending over to pull up her pants, Tommy spoke. "Are you ready to apologize for you misbehavior yet?" She stared at him defiantly. "No, sir. I am not." "Very well. Leave your pants and panties on the floor and come with me." Jill hesitated for one brief moment, then kicked off her pants, and went with Tommy. He led her into the living room, pulled up a kitchen chair, and sat down. "Bend over my knee, young lady. I think you need a spanking," Tommy said. She stood rigidly still, dressed only in her white sleeveless sweater and bra, naked from the waist down, and glared at him. "You wouldn't dare," she challenged, knowing that she could still back down, but not certain she wanted to. Tommy just sat there, saying nothing. They stared at each other for what seemed like ages, before Jill finally lowered her head in submission. My God, she thought. He's really going to go through with this. And I'm going to let him. She felt her body trembling as she lowered herself across his lap, forgetting for the moment that it was just a game. Tommy rested his right hand on her bottom and his left on her back. Slowly he rubbed her creamy, delicate cheeks, until he felt her relax a bit. And then . . . SLAP! Jill gasped, squirming on Tommy's lap, but he held her firmly in place. SLAP! Again she gasped. Again and again he slapped at her, feeling the blood pounding in his cock as he felt her squirm. Jill gasped but wouldn't give him the satisfaction of crying or pleading for mercy. When the spanks finally ceased, Jill realized that, although she was sore, she was certainly not in any real pain. If that was the worst he could dish out ... "Stand up," Tommy said. She slowly eased herself to her feet, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing her rub her tender ass. "Are you ready to apologize?' Tommy inquired. That's when she made her big mistake. "If you think I'm going to apologize to you, you'd better think again. You're going to have to do a lot better than that, if that's what you want," she challenged. "Very well," Tommy replied. "Get back to your corner." Jill strode across the room to her corner like she was in a parade, chest thrust out, head held high. "Now, remove your top and bra and stand there." She complied proudly as Tommy left the room. He returned a couple of moments later, holding his belt in his hand. "Okay, Jill, it's time to assume the position again." Jill looked at the belt, then at Tommy. He wouldn't dare. Defiantly, she walked towards him. There was a little extra wiggle in her walk, and a little extra attitude. He wouldn't dare. He looked longingly at her backside as she lay over his knees, her ass sticking out, begging for attention, still pink from the prior blows. He could feel her breasts hanging down just in front of his left thigh. He couldn't help but notice her erect aureoles as she bent over. WACK! WACK! WACK! WACK! No sooner had she bent over his knees then he delivered four stinging blows to her ass. This time, she let out more then a gasp, this time she screamed. The pain was intense, but somehow, she felt a pleasure building in her loins that rivaled the pain. She squirmed on his lap, trying to build on the pleasure, not wanting him to stop his assault. WACK! WACK! WACK! WACK! More screams. More pain. More pleasure. She squirmed, desperately trying to release her pleasure, but to no avail. "Well?" Tommy said. He hesitated, giving her time to respond. When no response came ... WACK! WACK! "Please stop," she begged. She felt the tears running down her face, her body shuddering. Her loins screaming out for attention. "Please," she begged, "no more. I apologize. Please stop." She heard the belt hit the floor and a wave of relief washed over her. Tears were still running down her face as she sobbed quietly, her body shuddering as the pain ebbed throughout her body. "Please fuck me," she said softly, so softly, in fact, that Tommy wasn't sure he'd heard right. Still trembling from the blows, she turned to look at him. Tommy wiped the tears from her face and ran his fingers through her hair. Gently, he helped her to the floor, pausing only long enough to remove his clothes. Instead of rolling onto her back, she stayed on her hands and knees. "In the ass," she said looking him straight in the eyes. Tommy reached behind her and inserted his finger into her pussy, noticing that she was already wet. It seemed that she had enjoyed her punishment. He easily inserted two more fingers and began pumping in and out of her womanhood. Jill moaned, sticking her butt out to reach his fingers. Removing his fingers from her pussy, Tommy shifted his attention to her ass hole. He maneuvered a finger around the tiny hole, gently inserting its tip into the darkness. He slowly eased his finger in, then out, repeating the pattern with an increasing tempo. Soon, he added a second finger to the first, continuing the in and out motion until he could feel her relaxing. He pressed the head of his cock to her pussy and felt her body grow tense in anticipation. Slowly, he entered her. He matched his movements to the rhythm of her hips, careful not to get overly excited. Jill's emotional stability was being severely strained. Her ass was still screaming from the pain that had been administered to it, yet her pussy was filled to its satisfaction with his cock and there was a not altogether unpleasant intrusion in her ass that she'd never before experienced. "Take me, Tommy. Stick your cock in my ass," she groaned. "Fuck my ass, Tommy, fuck my ass." She felt him withdraw his fingers and reposition his tool at her forbidden entrance. Slowly, his tip entered her. He withdrew it just as slowly. Then he entered her again, a little farther this time, then slowly out again. She felt him keep up this slow, gradual assault, moaning as she felt him trying to rip her apart, wondering if she could take him. And then he was in. The rhythm became easier and a strange pleasure began to overtake her. She reached one hand back to her engorged clit, massaging it, rocking to the rhythm of his thrusts. He reached under her with both hands and grabbed her tits, twisting his fingers on her nipples, mashing them against her. She felt his thrusts becoming more urgent. "Oh fuck, Jill. This is so fucking amazing," he gasped, his breathing coming in abbreviated spurts. She could feel her own orgasm building within her as the waves of pleasure began to overtake her. "Oh Christ, I'm coming. Oh Tommy. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Oh shit." They reached their climax together, and went limp on the floor, totally spent. After a while, Tommy slipped out of her. He gently rubbed her buns, but she squirmed from the pain of his touch, otherwise seeming unaware of his presence. He woke her as gently as he could, but she seemed only vaguely aware of her surroundings. He helped her to her feet, and led her slowly to her bed, laying her face down so as not to cause her any more discomfort. He sat cross-legged on the bed beside her, patiently watching over her as she slept. At last she opened her eyes. "How long?" she asked. "About 30 minutes. Are you okay?" "I'm fine," she smiled. "A little sore, but otherwise, not seriously damaged." She was quiet for a moment. "You know, Tommy," she said hesitantly, "I do tend to act irresponsibly from time to time. I hope you will continue to keep me in line." She smiled at him. "Now if you don't mind, there's some Ben Gay Ointment in the medicine cabinet. I would appreciate it if you could get it and rub it on my ass." Tommy shook his head in amazement as he went to the bathroom. She was certainly an amazing woman. By the time he returned with the Ben Gay, she was asleep again. He eased the ointment onto her bottom, still pink from the punishment it had received, and gently massaged it in. * * * * * * * Thanks for reading. As always, I look forward to your comments and suggestions. Forbidden Ch. 03 (This is a shorter chapter then the other two. I am hoping to get some good feedback on it though. So please, take the few seconds to vote and another moment to leave me a comment! thank you) * Sinafay looked around nervously, and led her farther into the trees. He had no idea where they were, but he didn't want to take any chances on Akoral finding them again. He knew that she had probably crawled home with her tail between her legs to gather reinforcements, but he wanted to make sure Lina was safe for now. "We should find somewhere to hide out for a bit. I don't think she will follow us, but just to be sure for now," he said, holding tightly to her tiny hand. Lina pondered his words for a moment, keeping an eye on their surroundings. They were getting awfully close to Karlin. But she wasn't ready to go home. Not with her new lover in such danger. She grinned as they passed a familiar tree, the twisted shape looking much like a centaur. "Come, I know a place we can rest safely for the night," she said, spreading her wings and springing into the air. She started to head off, and then looked back as he called her name. The look on his face, one of disappointment and surprise made her stop. Laughing hard, she slowly descended, wrapping her wings around her again as her feet touched the forest floor. "I'm sorry love. I am not used to traveling with a land bound creature. Forgive me?" Sinafay nodded, chuckling with her as he joined her farther up on the path. "It's alright little Lina. But tell me, can this place be reached on foot?" he asked. At her nod, he sighed with relief and followed her swishing backside eagerly. She had managed to rescue her clothes before they left and now ducked off the path to slip them on. He followed her example, donning his breaches and loose shirt. He settled his cloak around her bare shoulders, guarding her from the twilight chill. She smiled gratefully up at him, causing his heart to beat a little faster as she clutched at the edges of the cloak. "It's not much farther I hope?" he asked, concerned for her. "No, in fact, we will be there in just moments," she answered, starting down the path again. He followed her, nervously concealing their path. While he was not the best at that, every little bit helped. Soon enough, she turned off the deer path and hiked up a steep incline. He followed, turning to look behind them, almost missing the place she ducked into. At her soft chuckle, he looked down and saw her holding some thick bushes aside, her head and shoulders sticking out of the tiny cave entrance. "In here lover," she said, beckoning him in. As he ducked down to follow her, she edged back into the cave. The tiny entrance hid a large cave set into the hill, the walls and ceiling widening until even Sinafay could stand comfortable. A small stream of clear, clean water ran through the back of the cave, giving them fresh water to drink. He stood, amazed at the beauty of the walls, glittering with veins of precious metals and rare rocks. Lina curled up on the small bed she had made years ago. When she had found this place when she had been a child, it had seemed so magical and untouched. And through the years, nothing seemed to have change. Animals never seemed to bother the cave, or her things, allowing her to store some food there safely for the days and nights she wanted to stay here and away from the constricting court. In fact, with the supplies she had brought here over the years, they could stay in the cave for weeks before having to leave for more provisions. Sinafay stared down at her, pleasantly surprised. When she had mentioned knowing a place to stay safe, he had envisioned something tiny, cramped, and uncomfortable. Here, they had food, lanterns for lights, bedding, and even blankets to stay warm with. Not to mention fresh water. It was better then many of the human peasant homes he had seen. "I must admit, this is not what I expected Lina," he said, sitting next to her on the nest she had made of bedrolls and blankets. She curled into him and grinned. "This is one of my hideaways. I've been coming here for about twelve years, since I was ten. I saw no harm when animals didn't seem to care for the cave to make it more comfortable. I think the bushes at the entrance smell too offensive for any creature or insect to push through. But as long as you hold your breath, you can get through them and then, you can't even smell it in here." She was pleased and relieved he was impressed with her little cave. Despite everything, a part of her had been scared he would find it a horrible place to stay, despite all the improvements she had done. Luckily, he seemed as in love with the beauty of the cave as she was. But despite her desire to just curl into him and relax, she needed to know more information about what she had just witnessed. "Who was that? And what did she want with you Sinafay?" Lina asked, her violet eyes large with fear. She realized that she barely knew this man. She had no idea if he was an outlaw or a murderer. That woman had wanted him for some reason. Maybe it had been best to let her take him. Lina would have survived without him somehow. As would their child have. But as soon as she thought that, she knew she couldn't let him go. He already meant to much to her. Sinafay sighed and cradled her close, noting her tense posture. "It's alright love. That was just, well, my old mistress. The men in my society are not much more then slaves. Women control everything and everyone. Men aren't much more then chattel, almost like women in the human world. Lady Akoral is a very powerful lady in the drow home. She trains most of the men in my world to be the pleasure slaves so many women desire. I was one of her personal house and one of her favorites. Mainly because, despite my hatred of her, my body desires hers immensely. And she enjoyed the contradiction my mind and heart made with my body, giving me a will that she always enjoyed breaking with the pleasure," he said. He hoped Lina would understand and not hate him for his hated desire. "I can understand why my love, she was very beautiful. But, if she is so powerful, why was she here alone? And how are you here instead of back with her house?" Lina shook her head, starting to relax a little. But despite her physical relaxation, her mind ran in circles trying to comprehend what he was saying. "Well, I ran while she was occupied training a headstrong male. I managed to stop eating the food she had given us. She was lacing it with drugs that kept us in a perpetual sexual haze, not really letting us think. And because I managed to escape, she came alone to try and save face. It's a very embarrassing thing to lose your favored man like she did. Especially when she brags all the time about how sure her hold is on her household," he said, chuckling. "So just food to hold them to her? While food is a necessity, the men can starve themselves, like you did." She looked up at him curiously. "Well, there is more then food. Each man must wear a collar that ties them to the lands they are on. If they leave the lands with the collar on, they suffer excruciating pain. Also, the women are all trained in keeping their men in line with just a touch. As you saw, Akoral pinched a nerve on my neck, overwhelming my body with sexual need and pain. In our training, the only way to make that stop is to satisfy our mistress until she lets go." "So how did you get rid of the collar?" she asked, reaching up to run one finger along the strong line of his bare neck. She smiled softly at his shiver and groan of pleasure. She knew he wanted her again. But until she understood a little more, that would have to wait. "I managed to bash the lock off with a sharp rock when I ran. I did it right before I left her lands and left the collar in a stream running back towards the manor. I figured that way they wouldn't have as many clues as to which direction I took. I was fairly sure they wouldn't catch up to me. But I underestimated Akoral's skill in tracking as well as her desire to get me back." He slipped his hand down her side to cup her hip. Pulling her onto his lap, he pulled her top down, throwing the flimsy leaves aside as the string snapped. He lowered his head to nuzzle her neck, breathing in her sweet scent. When she sighed and cradled his head with both hands, he grinned and nipped hard at her collarbone, leaving a small mark there from his teeth. "Make love to me again Sinafay. Make me feel that amazing pleasure one more time," she whispered into his ear, pulling him against her. He growled softly in assent, pushing her back onto the cushion, pulling at her bottoms. She gasped as they tore, leaving her bare to his possessive, hot gaze. He grinned, pressing his hand against her mound, feeling her wetness against his palm. "Beg for it Lina. Beg for me to be inside you," he whispered, pulling his hand away to capture both her wrists and pinning them above her head. She whimpered, bucking her hips up, wanting his touch against her again, her violet eyes dark with passion. She panted, her body aflame with need from just the few touches, shocking her. No one had ever caused this kind of reaction in her. Even as she tugged her arms down, trying to free them, she knew she loved him holding her tiny and immobile under him. "Please little Lina, I want to hear you beg for me to please you," he moaned, tightening his hand around her wrists just a little more. "Please my love, fill me up. I need to feel you so deep inside me. I want to please you Sinafay, so please, let me," she whispered, loving the fact he could get her to beg him, without losing any of her pride. He groaned and pulled his clothes off before lowering himself and thrusting deep inside her in one move, stretching her tiny walls open wide again. She cried out, her body arching to take him deeper, her legs curling around his waist. He nudged her head aside with his chin, finding her neck with his mouth, kissing the curve where it met her shoulder before sinking his teeth deep into her soft skin. She jerked under him and he paused, afraid he had gone too far. But then, she moaned his name, her hips moving wildly under him as she came hard, and her blood flowed into his mouth. Sinafay paused for a moment, trying to breathe before he lost control and exploded deep into her depths. Pulling away from her neck, he licked the wound, enjoying the sweet taste of her as he slowed his pace, letting her ride her orgasm out. His cock filled her with long slow strokes, the heavy ridge of the head hitting her g-spot every time. He watched as her eyes opened and she smiled up at him. "Oh, that was amazing...more," she gasped, wiggling her hips to coax him to move harder. He groaned, letting go of her hands, pleased to see them stay stretched over her head as he lifted her legs up to rest on his shoulder. He slid in deeper with the new angle, his hips pressed against hers, all of his cock deep inside her cunt. When she moaned, spreading her large wings out under her, taking her weight off of them, he started to move, pulling away from her enticing body. He pulled fully out of her, the tip of his cock rubbing up against her exposed clit before he slid back down. He slid just inside her, teasing her, wanting to hear her say his name. When she managed to gasp it out, her hands in fists to resist the urge to bring them down, he plunged back inside her as deep as he could go. She screamed softly, her hands coming to grab at his shoulders, her nails digging deep into his skin, drawing blood as she climbed to the peak again, surprising her. Sinafay growled at the feel of her nails, roughly thrusting into her, pushing them both closer to their orgasms. She came seconds before him, her milking muscles pulling him over the edge with her, filling her tiny body once more with his cum, relieving the tension from the bout with Akoral and their teasing of each other. With a cry of release, he settled against her. She smiled tiredly up at him, folding her wings around his body, the soft tips caressing him. Locked together still, they both fell asleep, their hearts beating as one. Forbidden Ch. 03 I kicked off the slingbacks and threw my shaking body on the bed. Oh my God, I had kissed a total stranger, and only my very Victorian upbringing had stopped me from begging him to come in and take more than my mouth. This was never supposed to happen. I didn't want to have an affair. I wanted to be faithful to Alex. Oh God, Alex! I hadn't called him all day. And I couldn't call him now, not in this state. He'd know something was up, and he wouldn't rest until he found out what it was. I scrambled off the bed, in a fit of nervous energy, and stripped down to my birthday suit. The person who stared back at me in the full length mirror on the closet door was tall for a woman, five nine to be exact, fair skinned and chubby. Her breasts had lost their youthful perkiness, and her belly was not flat, had never been, in fact. I turned sideways and viewed my rear end. Wide hips and a full bottom did nothing to change my view that I was fat and certainly not comely. So why, I wondered in a panic, as I entered the bathroom, was Ben Mandeville interested in me? Most men I knew only paid attention to women who were svelte and sexy, and nothing about my body even hinted at that description. More importantly, I realized, was the question of how I was to extricate myself from the situation I had put myself in by entertaining a perfect stranger, no pun intended. I tried to wash away the feel of Ben's hands from my shoulders and back, and of his lips on my face. But no amount of scrubbing could take away the feel of his mouth on mine. I brushed my teeth vigorously, hoping the taste of toothpaste, that normally I hated, would replace the taste of his tongue in my mouth. I hadn't realized, till I let him kiss me, how miserable I had become with Alex, and now I knew I needed to do something about it if I was to salvage our marriage. I thought, as I rubbed lotion into my skin, that it was a good thing I didn't know where Ben lived or how to contact him. Until I was firmly back on my emotional feet, I needed to keep as far away from him as I could. Feeling more in control than when I first came in, I picked up my cell phone and dialed home. The phone rang three times, and on the fourth ring, the answering machine picked up. I heard my voice and hung up. It was eleven o'clock; I'd try again at midnight. There was still nothing on television, except soft porn and reruns. I shut it off and picked up the book I had fallen asleep over earlier in the day. Perhaps I was too keyed up, but the book did not hold my attention, and I finally gave it up after a half hour's struggle. Now I had thirty minutes to wait before I tried calling home again. I shut the lights off and lay in bed, wishing I could relax, but every sensual minute of my evening with Ben played over and over again in the movie theater of my mind, seeming more and more lurid with each play. Ben, the man who, at any other time, would have been just what I needed. Ben, the man about whom I knew about as much as I knew about my dentist, for whom I harbored nothing like the emotions I was struggling to suppress now. Ben, who touched every sexual nerve in my body with his killer dimpled smile, his deep voice, his tall, broad-shouldered, muscled body, his sensual good looks, the knowing way he made love to me without touching me. How was I going to get on with my life if I couldn't get him off my mind? I suddenly recalled that he had sent me flowers, yellow flowers for friendship, the card had said, and I hadn't thanked him for them. I'll write a note and leave it at the front desk, I decided. So I sat up in bed, switched one bedside light on, and used the hotel stationery to compose my note. I noticed the chocolate confection he had bought me for dessert and spooned it into my mouth as I wrote. "Dear Ben," the note began, "thanks for the flowers. Here's to friendship. Bronwyn Kerr." Or how about "Ben, the flowers are lovely. To friendship. Bronwyn." Or maybe just "Thank you for the lovely flowers. Bronwyn Kerr." I thought the last one sounded more like my style, so I rewrote it carefully, stuck it in an envelope, and sealed it. I wrote "Dr. Benjamin Mandeville" on the envelope, and placed it carefully on top of the television, next to the key card. I knew I wouldn't forget it that way. Then I sat down to wait to make my call again. At midnight when I called, I heard my voice again on the answering machine, and I became a little disquieted. However, this time I left a message. "Hi, it's mom at midnight. I'll call again in the morning." I called Alex's cell phone but it went directly to the answering machine. I left a message there too. My dreams were troubled that night, mixing Ben and Alex in an explosive combination that always had both men beating each other to a pulp, or otherwise hurting each other badly, while I stood helplessly by and bawled. I was powerless to keep them away from each other, and they inevitably destroyed each other. In the last nightmare before dawn, Alex blew up Ben's car with him in it. I woke up crying hysterically, and could not stop. It took me a good five minutes to realize it had all been a dream. By the time I was sufficiently awake and aware, the sun had begun to peep up from the horizon. I washed my puffy face, brushed my teeth, and called home again. Still no answer. Now I was really worried. Where could they be? What if something had happened to Alex? To the kids? My cell phone rang, and I jumped to pick it up. "Hi, honey," Alex's warm voice said in my ear. "We ate out last night and took in a late movie. Dad and kids bonding. So we were asleep just now when you called. How are you?" "I'm fine," I lied. "Missing you all, but I really did need this time away. I'm allowed to do absolutely nothing all day long, if I want." I tried to inject enthusiasm into my voice, so he wouldn't guess there was anything wrong. "I was planning to come up last night for a little time alone with you," his voice became low and sultry, "but I was too tired to drive when we finally got home. The kids had me out all afternoon shopping. Maybe I'll come by today, and we can come home together tomorrow." I hesitated for the fraction of a second, and then said, "Just make sure you call me so I'll be here when you get here. I was thinking of doing some touristy things today." My face flamed at the way I had already learned to dissemble. "I can't come up before noon, anyway, since I have a meeting with the boss. I'll call you when I'm on the road. Love you, honey," he ended. "Love you, too, Alex," I said, wondering if that was another lie. Because I hadn't slept well and had tossed and turned for most of the night, I had awakened feeling slightly sore. I remembered that I had been in the gym yesterday working out, and I had planned to go back this morning, but I was too afraid to run into Ben Mandeville again, and I needed to stay as far away from him as I could. So instead, I called room service and ordered juice, rolls and butter and hot chocolate for breakfast. Then I took a shower, and slipped on a thin blue boat-necked summer dress and sandals. I brushed my hair, left it hanging about my shoulders, and put gold hoops in my ears. I was switching channels on the television when the doorbell rang and I heard "Room service!" I opened the door without checking first and Ben stood there with my breakfast tray in his hands. He walked past me into the room and put the tray down on the table by the TV. He was dressed in dark blue sweats that matched his eyes. "Look," I said angrily, to hide my immediate and overwhelmingly sensual response to him, "please go away and leave me alone. I can't be friends with you!" I kept the door open, waiting for him to go. "Can't be?" he echoed, looking me dead in the eyes as he spoke. I tried to hold his gaze and couldn't. "Please go, Ben," I pleaded, my anger dissipating like mist in sunshine. My hands shook on the door handle as he approached me, and just when I thought I was home free, he stopped, directly in front of me, and asked, "Why can't you be my friend?" What could I say? "I'm a married woman," I began. He stayed where he was. I heard a door close down the hall, and fearful of being seen in the doorway with a man who wasn't my husband, I closed it quickly, with him still inside. I missed his smile, immersed as I was in avoiding his gaze. He said nothing, but remained immobile, arms crossed over his chest. "We did things last night that two people not available to each other shouldn't do," I continued, trying to move away from him towards my rapidly cooling breakfast. Still he said nothing, though he moved to block me. "Ben, please!" I begged. "Don't do this to me!" I found the courage to look him in the eye as I made my last attempt to keep things rational. "How would you have liked it if someone like you had tried to do with Jackie what you're trying to do with me?" I hit a nerve. I could tell by the way he straightened his shoulders and by the sharp intake of his breath. I braced myself for anger, knowing that I deserved whatever was coming. I had encouraged him to think he could kiss me and it would be okay, knowing that he wanted me, and knowing that I was never going to give in to him. "I guess I deserved that," he said in a low voice, surprising me. He looked solemnly at me and continued, "I know you don't want me to kiss you again, but if I don't get to taste you one more time I'll go quietly crazy. Kiss me back, Bronwyn, please, for all the kisses we'll never share again. I promise never to bother you again until you are ready to talk to me, but I need something to help me wait." He looked into my eyes, bent his head and touched my lips with his. I wanted to keep mine closed, but the longing I felt for him, and the deep sadness I had in knowing he was right, and that I would probably never see him again, and knowing I didn't want to let him go, loosened my resolve and I opened my mouth. He plunged inside, doing with his tongue what I was dying for him to do with that other part of his body, wrapping me tenderly in his arms, caressing my shoulders, sliding his hands over my waist and hips. "Baby, hold me close," he begged against my mouth, "like you'll miss me when I'm gone, the way I'll miss you." His voice was a hoarse groan. I obliged, raising my arms and hugging him to me, abandoning myself to this final embrace. My eyes filled with tears, and he licked them off my face, kissing me in every spot that a tear touched. "Oh, Ben, I'm so sorry," I cried into his shoulder. "But thank you for making me feel beautiful and desirable." When he would have spoken, I stopped his words. "Don't say anything, please. Just kiss me goodbye." He molded me to his body, holding my hips in his hands and pulling me up and into him, letting me feel his need. I tried to squirm out of his arms, but he held me close, and pushed his hips against me, all the while kissing my face as though to keep the flavor of it in his mouth forever. I submitted, moaning and writhing against him, feeling the need to take this to the next level spreading inside me like wildfire. He pushed me up against the bathroom door, cradling my face in his warm hands, kissing my mouth, sucking my tongue, nipping at me, pressing himself into me and making me weak for him. I felt myself building to a climax, so I dragged my mouth away from his, my whole body shaking with longing and guilt, and dropping my arms, I tried to push him away and said, "Oh, God, Ben, say goodbye now, before it's too late for both of us! I want you so badly, if you don't let me go, I won't..." I pushed against his chest again, unable to finish my sentence. He looked at me through deep blue wells darkened with emotion, his chest heaving, and finally he loosed me, cleared his throat, and said, "Goodbye, you!" He opened the door, then turned back to look at me with storm in his eyes, and said, "If you were mine, I'd keep you so busy loving me that breath couldn't get between us!" I watched him pass through the door, and met his eyes as he speared me with one last look of passion and longing, and then he walked away. I closed the door, still trembling violently from the need he had aroused in me, a need he could never assuage. I walked disconsolately to the chair by the French window and sat heavily in it, admitting to myself that the only one I wanted to meet the needs I had awakened with Ben was Ben. How could I face Alex later, knowing I had this inordinate and heartfelt desire for another man I'd only met the day before? And did this mean I didn't love Alex any more? My troubled thoughts kept me rooted to the chair, unable to move. I had forgotten the breakfast I had ordered and I noticed it as my eyes swept the room. I knew I needed to eat, or a headache would sap my energy for the rest of the day, and I didn't want Alex to come and find me in bed with a headache. I took the tray and returned to my seat at the window. People were already swimming in or sitting by the pool, and as I ate cold rolls and butter and drank lukewarm juice, I wished I had the confidence to join them. Suddenly, I saw Ben's sister, clad in a high-cut bikini of deep purple, walking beside the pool. She put her towel down on a vacant lounger and slipped into the inviting blue water. I strained to see if Ben was around, but she seemed to be alone. I wondered what he was doing, and where he was, and whether he had already found another woman to take my place as his 'friend'. I was surprised at the sharp jealousy that burned in me, and shook my head to clear it of the troubling thoughts. The water for the hot chocolate was lukewarm so I had to reheat it in the microwave before I could empty a packet of cocoa powder in it to make the hot chocolate. The milk was now warm enough not to cool it. I sipped hot chocolate and wondered what touristy thing I could do till Alex came. This was a resort town, so there would probably be stores to window shop in downtown. I decided to take a cab to city center and walk until my legs hurt. That would make up for missing the gym, and might help me forget how much I wanted Ben Mandeville, and how much I dreaded Alex's arrival. Just as I was about to take the tray back to the table, Ben walked into my view. He was wearing black swimming shorts, and he spoke briefly with his sister before putting his towel with hers, dropping his shirt, and going over to the deep end. He dived into the water and came up ten seconds later halfway down the length of the pool. Water poured off his head, and glistened on his wide, tanned shoulders. He shook his dark hair and tilted his head to get the water out of his ears, smiled at his sister, flashing those deadly dimples, and turning over, backstroked his way to the shallow end of the pool. I couldn't take my eyes off him, and my need for him started me shaking again. He swam the length of the pool ten times before stopping, using a number of different strokes, not all of which I recognized. Then he pulled himself up to sit on the edge while his sister tried to do what he had just done. He seemed to be timing her, since he kept looking at his watch. I guessed that this was a part of the training program for her event, and I wondered if she would be participating in the triathlon. There was a big event in the town that weekend to benefit a national cancer research foundation, and I wondered suddenly if Ben's wife had died of cancer. Suddenly, I became aware that he was looking directly at me, his hands on his hips, water glistening on his broad chest. I didn't know what to do, and was saved from embarrassment when his sister waved at me. I waved back, forcing a smile to my lips, and saw him nod briefly, his face unsmiling, before he dived back in and swam away. What had he told her about me? I stood up abruptly, and hurried to leave the room, drawing the drapes before I left. I went down to order a cab, left the "Thank You" card to be delivered, and was handed an envelope. While I waited, I opened it and a business card fell out. "Benjamin G. Mandeville, M.D., Ph. D, Obstetrics, Gynecology, and Neonatology" it read. It gave his office address and telephone number, a fax and pager number, and a home number for emergencies. I turned it over in a daze and saw a handwritten note: "If you ever need me, you know how to find me" it said. He had signed it "Ben." Oh Ben, I thought, why do I feel this way about you? Why did you have to see me as more than a fat middle-aged woman? How am I ever going to make it without seeing you again, ever? I stuffed the card into my purse and was startled when the doorman said in my ear, "Mrs. Kerr, your ride is here." I thanked him and sat in the car, watching as the driver maneuvered it between other taxis letting passengers off. I asked to be set down in the town square, and after I paid the fare, I wandered down one long avenue after another, looking in windows but seeing nothing, my mind full of the man I had told goodbye a few hours earlier. When my cell phone rang, I was brought immediately back to the present moment. It was Alex, telling me he was already on his way. We planned to meet at the hotel, and he said he'd be a couple of hours getting there. I sat on a bench on the sidewalk and tried to calm my shaking nerves. I knew I needed to be ready to face my husband, and I knew he would want to do more than sleep in the bed beside me tonight. I had to be ready for him, which meant I had to exorcise Ben. I walked into the next Victoria's Secret store I came to, and bought a red negligee with matching thong. Red was Alex's favorite color on me, and I wanted to do something so outrageous that he wouldn't have a chance to discover how miserable I was. I took a cab back to the hotel, hoping not to run into Ben, and in my room I took a shower and tried to decide what to wear. The sun was going down, and its last lights cast deep shadows in the room. I switched on the hall light and looked in the closet. The only other dressy outfit I had brought with me, aside from the one I now thought of as Ben's, was a silky black number, calf length, with a skirt made for swirling. I figured I'd go all out, since this was a date of sorts, and Alex and I hadn't been out on a date in years. I needed to set the mood for the evening, as much for myself as for him. I was putting on makeup in the bathroom when there was a knock on the door. I looked through the peephole this time, not wanting a repeat of this morning's surprise, but it was only Alex. I opened the door and let him in. "Hey," he said, breathlessly, looking me over with a glint in his eyes. He shoved the door shut with his shoulder, dropped the backpack he was carrying, and reached for me. I let myself be drawn into his bear hug, and felt his heart beating hard under my hands. "Did you run up the stairs?" I asked amusedly, hugging him back. "Yeah," he said, "because I couldn't wait for the elevator." He bent his head and dropped his mouth on mine, pushing inside and searching for my tongue. I let him have it, reveling in the feel of his arms around me, and wondering at how quickly he had become aroused. His desire was evident in the erection he was pushing into me as he backed me into the wall next to the bathroom door. "God, honey, it's been so long!" he breathed into my mouth. "I want you like I did when we just got married." His voice was thick with lust, and his hands pushed the hair away from my face. "I've thought about nothing else since I got in the car to come up here," he admitted. "I missed you, in my bed, in my arms. I've missed being inside you," he ended, the hint of a question in his voice. "You'll get your wish tonight, big boy," I said, laughing indulgently at him. "But I thought we were going out for dinner." I tried to push him away enough to look into his face, but he wouldn't loosen his grip. Forbidden Ch. 03 "Dinner can wait," he growled, and kissed me again, holding my bottom in his hands and grinding my hips against his erection. "I want you, baby, so badly, I'm gonna burst if I can't have you now." He picked me up and took me to the bed, dropping me and shucking off his suit jacket as he spoke. I sat up and helped him with his pants, and when he had nothing on, he said, "What are you wearing under that thing?" He pointed to my robe. I blushed deeply, and he smiled, a knowing smile. "You little devil, you!" he said, pulling me up by the lapels of the robe. He shoved it off my shoulders and stared at my nakedness, his eyes glowing with desire. Then he bent his head and suckled a nipple, pushing me back onto the bed and falling gently on top of me. Low moans issued from his throat as he suckled first one then the other nipple, before moving down my belly to sip at my navel. I felt the stirrings of desire and wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him up for a kiss. "Honey, it's been so long since we've made love with each other," he whispered, his voice shaking. He kissed me deeply again, pushing me down into the bed and grinding his hips into mine. "Oh my, this feels so good," he breathed, pushing open my legs and rubbing himself between them. "What are you waiting for?" I whispered, needing something to release the tensions that had been building up since this morning when Ben had kissed me and left me wanting more. Alex stared into my eyes, and I knew he wondered where this new Bronwyn had come from. "Ready when you are, honey," he said and spread my legs wide. I raised my hips to ease his entrance and he slid all the way in. It felt so good, and I was so ready, I climaxed before he knew what was happening. It shook him and he rocked above me, taking me with him when he exploded. He collapsed against me, breathing hard, planting little kisses on my neck and face. I lay back, wondering why I still felt full, as though I hadn't spent all my energy on that loving act with my husband. Alex rolled off me, and pulled me into his arms. "Honey, I love you," he whispered, kissing me softly on the lips. "Can we have dinner brought up? I don't feel like letting you go right now. Maybe we'll take in a late movie, but all I want to do is hug you and kiss you and get inside you again and again." "Why so horny all of a sudden?" I asked, brushing the hair back from his forehead. "There's nothing sudden about this," he answered, grabbing my hand to kiss it. ""I've been this way for weeks," he admitted, "but you were so aloof, and I know how it's been with us these last two years." His voice held a faint accusation, which made me bristle. I tried to ignore it. "Are you happy now?" I asked instead, feeling his hands straying down over my belly to the mound of hair between my thighs. "I'll be even happier if you'll go another round with me before dinner," he replied suggestively, his voice hoarse, his hand trembling slightly. For answer, I took his erection into my warm hands and played with him, rousing him to the heights of passion before he rolled me on top of him and begged me, "Please, honey, come with me!" His eyes were glistening with what looked like tears, and I wondered, in a detached part of me, how I had managed to bring this man to tears, and whether he would be so happy if he knew what I had been doing with another man in this room this morning. But my body was sufficiently wound up that I didn't need to fake the second orgasm that ripped through me as Alex also climaxed, stifling his shout in the wild kiss he pulled me down to plant on my mouth. We lay wrapped in each other's arms, Alex already dozing. I realized suddenly that he would be tired, since he had had to go in to work today before driving three hours to get here. I stroked his face gently, taking in again the square jaws, the high cheekbones and long lashes that had attracted me to him from that first day when we'd met, sitting next to each other in the principal's training conference. His dark chocolate skin stood out against my lighter tones, and his straight black hair, the only clear sign of his part-Native American heritage, streaked with gray, fell over his forehead. I felt a stirring of the emotion I once had for him, a searing need for him to hold me, to love me, to make me feel safe. I dropped a kiss on his arm, that rested lightly across my breast, and he opened his eyes, looking at me in such a way that I knew he had been awake for a while. "Hi," I breathed, suddenly shy of him. "Sorry I woke you." "You didn't wake me, baby," he whispered, pulling me closer. "I was awake when you touched my face." He stopped to kiss me lightly on the cheek, then asked, "What were you thinking?" "I was just remembering the first time we met," I answered. "You were so ..." I hunted around in my head for a word to describe the vitality that emanated off him in waves. "Alive," I said finally. "I felt as though if I had accidentally touched you, I'd have been electrocuted." He laughed, watching my face as I tried to explain my first reaction to him. "I was electrifying, was I? How do you think I felt when you graced me with a smile? After the initial frown, of course, when I had upset your coffee and fruit tray?" He snickered again, and I joined in his merriment. "You did seem like a clumsy oaf for a second, until you bent down to help me clean up," I said. "I got one whiff of that expensive cologne you were wearing, and I was lost." I stretched luxuriously, and heard Alex catch his breath. I looked at him, and saw raw lust flaming from his eyes. I remembered the first time I had seen that look in his eyes. It had been the end of the first session of that training conference, and I had been sitting on a bench outside in the sun, trying to soak up some warm rays, when I had felt someone looking at me. I had opened my eyes, and there he was, staring at me as though he would like to eat me up. I had blushed to the roots of my hair, down to my toes, and hadn't known where to look, or what to say. He'd sat next to me, not touching me but sending off waves of heat that scorched me to my soul. I remembered wanting him to kiss me, to ravage my mouth, and wishing we were in a more private place. His words had only fueled my desire. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever met," he'd said. "I'd like to have dinner with you. Can we skip the public party later and find a local spot? My treat." "Alex..." I began now, but he took my next words from my mouth in a kiss so sensual I lost my breath. "Alex," I murmured, when he let me go, "please!" "Please what?" he wanted to know, his voice a hoarse whisper in his throat. "Please kiss you again? Please lick your beautiful body? Please touch you where you're wet? Please make you come?" His voice had gotten increasingly thicker as he spoke, and his hands were shaking as they held my face between them. "Please make love to me," I begged him. I felt again the same desire I used to feel for him, as when we were first married. His hands shook, a lot; in fact his whole body did, everywhere I touched him. And I knew a secret delight that he could still want me as much as he did when we were younger, as though I hadn't lost my sex appeal. I was thrilled that I could still make him shake with longing for me, as though I still had that appeal I was so worried I had lost. Somewhere in a secret place in my heart, I knew I had Ben to thank for giving me back that confidence in myself that I had lost. "Oh, I will, baby, I will," he said now, "but I want to go back down memory lane, too." His fingers played teasingly with my nipples as he spoke, and I found I was squeezing my legs together to keep from screaming out my need. I swallowed, and asked huskily, "What do you remember?" "Our first date," he said. "We'd skipped the dinner party planned for the group and we'd found this quaint little English place way out of town, on a country road. It was a B & B, remember?" "Yes. It looked like a little tea house in front, but when we went inside, it was a huge old rambling place, with a warm dining room. We had the whole room to ourselves that night, didn't we?" "Mm-hmm. I forget what we ate. I only remember how much I wanted to kiss you, to suck the breath out of you." His hands tightened for a second, then he went back to stroking. "You did," I reminded him breathlessly. "Suck the breath out of me, I mean. I was drinking hot chocolate topped with whipped cream, and I had acquired a moustache. I was about to wipe it off with my napkin when you stopped me. Remember?" "As if I could ever forget that!" Alex chuckled softly. "I stood up and pulled my chair around to your side of the table. Then I sucked you clean." He breathed deeply, and bent his head to suck my lips. "God, you were so sexy, you were killing me." He paused, then asked, "I scared you, didn't I?" I sighed. "Yes, you did. I was too stunned at first to do anything, and then I pushed you off me and bolted." We both laughed at the memory. "I was out the door like a shot, and it never occurred to me that I couldn't leave without you until you came barreling out behind me, no doubt worried I was going to hotwire your Lexus." We laughed again. "Baby, I wasn't worried about my car, I was worried that you'd get away from me, and I'd never have the chance to touch you again, or get to know you better. So I was really happy you were still there, albeit hopping mad and ready to do murder." He grinned. "Do you remember the first time you kissed me?" I asked suddenly, my hand snaking down his belly to fondle his erection. "I thought that suck in the B & B was the first," Alex said, his breath coming faster. "No, that was different," I replied. "We were at another school function, about a month later, remember? The small schools' coalition had organized a gala event to thank the sponsors and introduce the new crop of aspiring principals." "Oh, yeah," Alex said. "God, you were radiant in red!" he continued, dropping one hand to search for treasure between my legs. I was finding it harder to concentrate, but I struggled to remain calm. "Dinner was over, the speeches had been made, and we were dancing. The 'Electric Slide' had come and gone, and I had been aware of you watching me, and was beginning to feel really nervous. I sat down, fanned myself for a second, took a sip of wine, and there you were, asking me to dance with you. No, make that demanding that I dance with you. It was a slow song, and I think you knew I would rather die than be that close to you after our last close encounter." "I also knew you wanted me as much as I wanted you. I saw it in your eyes every time we looked at each other. Oh my, what a dance that was!" he said, sighing. "You fit me so perfectly, and I wanted to fit into you, and the music was just right, so I danced you out onto the balcony, and took what I had been wanting since that very first day." "That was a chance we were taking, in that place at that time." I remembered being so afraid of compromising my position, but wanting the kiss to go on and on and never stop. "We might have been asked to leave the program." "For a kiss like that, I'd do it again." He reached down to kiss me, like he had that first time, stroking my lips with his tongue, teasing me, waiting for me to surrender to his desire and open my mouth. I didn't make him wait long, and then he plunged inside, ravaging my mouth, tasting me, making me moan with delight and need. He groaned. "Baby, I need you now. Come here!" He raised himself on his elbows to stare down into my face, his eyes blazing with desire and love, and the part of me that I kept closed off cried, even as my treacherous body sighed and burned with heat and lust under his hands and mouth. I was shaken by the confusion of emotions I was feelings, but he didn't seem to mind that tears slid unchecked down my cheek as he made love to me. He wiped them away, and kissed me tenderly, before taking me again, slowly, with infinite care and love, until we neither of us could withstand the waves of release that poured over us. Afterwards, when he dozed beside me in the now dark room, I felt the ache in my heart grow larger. I was torn...Alex could still wind me up, and I knew I would never leave him. But now, there was Ben. I wiped the tears that fell and slid out from under Alex's arm to blow my nose and wash my face before he stirred. I re-applied the makeup and slipped a long nightgown over my head. Time to order dinner... Forbidden Ch. 03 The next morning the sun came through the window in her room and she sat up slowly, she had not been able to sleep the whole night but didn't feel tired at all. Sitting up she waited, she had been told not to leave them room until he came to get her so she waited patiently. The door opened and he walked into the room, his face unsmiling, his eyes hard. "You have to go." "What?" "You have to leave. Now. Get out." "But," she didn't have time to say another word. "I said get out! Now!" She jumped and her eyes filled with tears. "Please don't send me away. I don't know where else I can go." "Get the fuck out!" His hand slammed against the wooden frame of the door and a tiny cry escaped her throat and she ran from the room, he heard the door close softly and her car start and drive away. Slumping against the wall he ran his hand through his hair and tried to control his breathing, letting out a shout of anger his whole body trembled and he slid to the floor. * The rest of the day passed slowly for him, he tried to finish his marking, he tried to complete lesson plans, he went to the store, returning home he placed beer, pizza's, crisps and more beer away and lit a fire. Opening a can he flung himself on the sofa in front of the fire and waited. Hours passed as he watched the flames drinking can after can of beer. His mind kept straying back to Bella and he felt the desire begin to build in him once again, his hand slid down to the waistband of his jeans and slipped under the fabric. A knock on the door made him jump and he got slowly to his feet. He knew who he would see but he couldn't stop himself from opening the door. She stood not looking at him, he reached out and tilted her head up until she looked at him, her eyes were scared and she bit her bruised lip. He dragged her to his chest and crushed his lips to hers, his hands slid to her hips and pulled her closer, he shut the door with one hand, then pushed her back against the wood. "I'm so sorry." He said between hard kisses. "I didn't want you to go. I just felt so guilty." "It's fine." He pushed the thin leather jacket she wore from her shoulders and lifted her into his arms, her thick legs wrapped around his waist bringing her hips into harder contact with his as he moaned, pushing her harder against the door he humped against her leaving her panting and rosy cheeked. "If you're not in the bedroom in five seconds I swear to god." She slid from his arms and walked towards the back room, slowly, calculatingly, her back to him as he clenched his fist to stop himself grabbing her. Following her down he fought back a groan, she had removed her t-shirt, jeans, trainers and now stood in blue underwear that hugged her curves and made his mouth water. With a savage growl he lifted her back into his arms and sank onto the edge of the bed, she arched her back pressing her breasts against his hard chest and pressed down onto his groin. Her eyes seemed to plead with him. "Please sir." "What do you want?" "Kiss me sir, please." He groaned in pleasure at the taboo word coming from her lips and took her mouth once more in a passionate kiss, she rubbed her lithe, young body against him and his hands kneaded violently against her skin, she whimpered softly against his mouth before pulling away and looking between their bodies with a questioning look. He pushed her to the floor until she knelt between his legs, she pawed at his t-shirt and he pulled it over his head, her quick, little fingers undid his belt, button and zip and tugged his jeans down his legs. She pulled his boxers down to join their clothes on the floor. He held his breathe until he felt her warm mouth on him and groaned deep in his chest falling back onto the bed, one strong hand curled into her hair as her talented mouth and tongue drove him wild. As the pleasure washed over him his treacherous mind flitted to Amelia. Shaking his head he attempted to move her from him but she either didn't feel or didn't care, shuddering he felt himself getting closer and closer to climax. On a low groan he unravelled and felt her working to swallow everything he had to give before sitting back on her heels, her hands in her lap, staring obediently at the floor. Sitting up he had every intention of leaving her in the room alone and going to sleep on the sofa but when he saw her in that submissive position he couldn't do it. Pulling her head back by the hair until she looked at him he pulled her further until she stood. Pulling her close he gently nudged her ankle until she straddled his lap her face just inches from his. Wrapping one arm around her waist and the other under her armpit the fingers curled around the back of her neck to press her body to his, his hips thrust up against her wrenching a soft moan from her open mouth. He licked at her upper lip before pulling the soft skin of her bottom between his teeth and biting gently, she shivered and ground her hips against his. Standing he threw her onto the bed, knelt, pulled the scrap of materiel that she tried to pass off as panties down her smooth tanned legs and pulled her until her perfectly rounded butt hung off the edge of the bed, slinging her legs over his shoulders. Her pussy was shaved completely smooth and the lips glistened with her sweet juices. Smiling he gently blew on her intimately before licking the soft skin of he thigh, she shivered and her hands reached down as she attempted to pull his head towards her. Yanking himself away he once again pulled her to her feet, turning her he bent her forcefully over the bed, she was so small that her legs could be flush against the side of the bed and he waist only just came to the top of the mattress meaning her whole body was prone to the bed., reaching over he took both her wrists in one big hand and pulled her arms behind her back, then kneeling back down he took one lick across her smooth pussy and she shuddered, he took another swipe with his tongue and savoured her sweet flavour. His grip tightened on her wrists and he spread her legs wider, the muscled played under the soft skin of her thighs and her ass was pushed to an even more appealing angle. Barely able to contain himself he stood behind her and positioned his once again hard cock between the perfect cheeks of her ass. She moaned softly and lifted onto her toes to press harder against him as his hips began moving slowly against her, he breath came in pants as she wiggled backwards trying to get closer, he repositioned himself once again until the head of his cock rested against her swollen clit and she gave a soft cry. "Oh god," she strained harder against him and ground her hips pushing his rock hard cock more firmly against her engorged clit as a shudder ran through her. With a quiet growl he reached across her back with his free hand and curled his strong fingers in her hair, with a yank he bent her backwards until her face was level with his and thrust harder against her as her cries became louder. "Ahhh, don't stop please." "You better not cum yet, I will tell you when you cum do you understand?" "Yes sir." Her words were desperate and he sped up his movements, his cock still hadn't entered her as he continued to rub her clit with the swollen head. "Do you want to cum?" His voice was ragged with the effort of restraining himself and she whimpered pitifully and nodded, his hand moved from her hair and curled around her neck twisting her flushed face to his as he felt his own need to cum rise. "Cum for me baby. Let me see you." Her whole body tensed as she cried out, then a loud moan escaped her throat and he felt rope after rope of cum shoot from him as his cock was bathed in her sweet nectar. Pressing his lips to hers his tongue snaked into her mouth as she shuddered jerked against him her hips still moving at an erratic pace, her fingers clenched into fists, elongated, then clenched again as she panted heavily against his mouth. He smiled and an idea came to him, he lifted her back into his arms and lay her back on the covers, removing the blue bra he took a minute to gaze admiringly at her firm yet soft breasts, then still without clothes he walked to the small toolshed at the back of the cabin, smiling wider he found what he was looking for and returned, her eyes were closed and her naked chest rose and fell slightly with her breathing, pulling her arms above her head he wrapped a length of rope around her wrists then tied to two ends to the posts of his four poster bed, then looping two more lengths around her legs at the knees he pulled them until her legs were spread and tied the to the posts. Finally a length around each ankle and tied to the bottom posts and he stood back to admire his handywork. Her dark eyes had opened during this time and stared up at him, her whole body was pulled taught by the ropes and the sweet pink of her pussy was on full display between her tied legs and he leant down to run his tongue along her tasting her sweet juice. She moaned and lifted her hips to him but he pulled away and stood again watching her. "Hmm, I have some plans for you little girl." Then he headed towards the door. "Wait you're just going to leave me like this?" "Of course." "Please, sir you cant." "Well I'm pretty sure I can and I'm going to." "Please don't, sir please." "Well I cant be having all this noise can I?" He grabbed her discarded panties from the floor and pushed them into her mouth, she let out a muffled cry from around the materiel and began pulling against her bonds, he slid between her legs and kissed her neck sensuously until she trembled, her hips lifted against him and a soft growl rumbled from her chest. Pulling back he walked to the door ignoring her muffled cries of protest. Forbidden Ch. 03 The lids to Harriot's eyes were heavy as she tried to open them to gaze about. Her body cushioned by something warm brought fear rushing to the forefront of her mind. The noises surrounding her were unworldly and foreign. It was exaggerated by the throbbing that spread across her forehead. She could feel the steady rhythmic throb of a heart beat pressed against her shoulder. She sat forward in a rush, her world spun along with the gentle to and fro, of whatever was beneath her. Her first thoughts were for her family, her bitter step mother, sister, and a father that had practically abandoned them to fight for themselves. She didn't understand what she had done to deserve any of this. She had spent the majority of her life complying to the will of others because she had felt that was the right thing to do. That was her future and her destiny in this world. She had believed full heartedly that eventually the pain would end, and she would be rewarded for her perseverance. She was starting to question everything, right down to the very last detail. So much so, that she hadn't noticed her wandering fingers, as they aimlessly trailed along her arm. It was only when her fingers brushed against the soft material; warmed by her skin did she remember everything that had happened. A part of her had hoped it had all been just a bad dream, but she had not been so fortunate. "Don't" Said in a soft drawl from the person she had been pressed up against. Her eyes flung open in horror as she recognized the tone and the easy way the words had dribbled from his lips. She spun to look at him, but her eyes took their time to focus. When they finally did focus upon her company, she felt an unfamiliar throb within her breast at the icy blue eyes that were fixed upon her own. "Where are we?" She forced the demanding words passed parched lips, but he did not answer her as readily as she had expected him to. Instead, he ran his long slender fingers through his dark wispy curls of hair. The strands folded to one side, and accompanied by the lack of light it gave him a rather boyish look. It occurred to her then, that he was not much older than her. From the way he directed the people around him, it was easy to see that life had been no walk in the park for him either. His face was shadowed by the familiar marks of returning facial hair, showing that the night had been long and grueling not only for him but for his men also. "If you won't answer I shall have to find out for myself." She hissed at the figure. She sat forward, despite the horrible rocking of her world as she did so. She started to stand once she had found the hardness of floor beneath her feet. But with the sounds of crashing water and the creaking of weathered wood, she lost her balance upon the abandoned carriage chair where they sat, and slid forward rather ungracefully. His hand caught her about the waist before she could slide further and end up crashing to the floor. He did not for a moment mask his irritation with her, for he dragged in a sharp breath and exhaled it rather heavily. He edged her backwards until she sat securely beside him. She could feel the warmth from his hand through the material of her nightdress and the heavy cotton blanket that draped about her shoulders. She tried to edge herself away from it, to unwrap herself from his protective grasp but he would have none of it. "Woman, if it is not clear to you already, that you will hurt yourself, if you attempt to search for your answer. Then you are not as intelligent as you once seemed." Shocked by his words, Harriot couldn't decide whether to move or to listen. She was too stubborn to do as she was told, and as much as it pained her to admit, he was right. She really would hurt herself if she tried to stand up on the rocking surface beneath her feet. But then, she didn't believe she should be here in the first place, wherever she was. Realizing that he was not about to answer her, Harriot decided she would try a different approach, on a topic that concerned her equally. "Where are my step mother and sister?" "They're gone" Gone? Where could they of gone to? Not even she could escape the Viking men. She meant no disrespect to her family -- or maybe she did - but they weren't the brightest sparks in the bunch. "What...How?" He simply frowned and shifted where he sat, as though the answer to that question pained him in some way. It then occurred to Harriot that she had assumed they had managed to escape. She had not considered the possibility that the Vikings had taken their lives because they had no particular use for them. In the same respect, neither did they have a real use for her. At-least nothing that she knew of. Yet here she was sitting beside him, patched up and vulnerable but more of a nuisance than anyone so far. "They escaped while we were tending to you." She was relieved by his answer, but also extremely unhappy. For the two had already tried to pawn her off to the Viking men today. Even though she had been hurt, they had cared little for her health and had used the opportunity to their advantage. They had escaped and left her behind. The distress she felt inside must have been clear upon her expression. Ivar's white teeth flashed in the corner of her eyes, now that they had adjusted to the darkness, and she could see him better. "What's the matter little magpie? Have they ruffled your feathers by abandoning you? Surely, you didn't expect them to show you some concern. It was clear that would pain them far too much, even to me, a complete stranger." The words he spoke were meant to taunt her on just how little her family cared. If anything, it ruffled her feathers, as he had known that his words certainly would. She felt the familiar sting of salty tears against the back of her eyes. Not because his words had been harsh, but because she missed her birth mother and angry at her at the same time. She had left her behind to deal with a horrible mess, a horrible upbringing filled with neglect and deprivation. Her mother's face haunted her within her dreams even to this day. Her pretty golden curls cascaded like honey along her pale porcelain cheeks. The dress she had last seen her in as it hugged her curves with expensive red material was one of the fondest memories Harriot had. Her mother had not been happy though, and even once, a very long time ago Harriot had questioned why. Now being that she was older, she understood perfectly. Her father was no easy man to live with, and Harriot didn't wish the experience upon anyone. Even if some would argue, that it could not be so bad because she had a roof over her head, clean clothes to wear and even a warm meal in her stomach every evening. People were blinded by her father's wealth, and it made her furious because her father would not share it with none. "I'm sorry. It's just been a long day." He spoke softly, almost reluctantly. Harriot wished she could sympathize with him, but she could not, for it had been a long day for her also. These men had all but tore through her life in a single evening. She did not feel sorry for him, but she did accept his apology, but only because she was too tired to argue. She nodded, because she really didn't have much to say to him that would involve less arguments and ill feelings. She did of course owe him a thank you. She was now within his debt because he had gone out of his way to help her. Her arm was a throbbing reminder of that still she said nothing. He didn't seem like he was in much of a mood to accept a single thing she would say. He definitely wouldn't appreciate how much effort it would take her to thank him. Of course, none of it would have happened if he and his men had just stayed off her father's estate. The hand that had been placed protectively at her side, now loosened and the pressure from his fingers slowly slipped away. She saw him wince from the corner of her eye. It forced her to look at him just in time to catch his hand brace gently against his side. He was trying to shift his weight so he could sit more comfortably, but finding comfort was obviously difficult through the pain. "Did that happen tonight?" She assumed it had happened when he and his men had left her father's land with her in tow, but she could not be sure. "It's an old injury." his eyes blinked open to look at her as he answered. She hated to admit it, and she hated herself for even thinking it, but she loved his eyes. They were their own source of light among the darkness. They were beautiful and soft, but harsh and intrusive all at the same time. The never-ending blue flecked orbs were so expressive too, but easily deceiving. "How did it happen?" She asked even though she didn't expect an answer. Most men would tell her that it is not her business to ask questions. These men were different, even if a little more scary. "I got hurt trying to get away. It was when your father and his men took my brother." "My father did this?" He leaned forward where he sat, braced his elbows against his knees so he could support his head in his hands. She sat back and watched how his fingers tangled in his hair. How his back arched powerfully and his muscles were outlined by the tight fitting tunic. "Are you sure it was my father?" "Absolutely." he answered without hesitation. "You still never answered my question." she was risking it by pushing, but she wanted to know. "I didn't?" he looked at her curiously. "No... How do you speak my language?" She wasn't sure she actually wanted the answer, but her curiosity always got the better of her. "I learned it from slaves taken by my father and my brothers. I needed to learn the language so I could communicate with the people we raid. The others are learning it also." Harriot was stunned to silence for the very first time since she had been within the company of these men. She should have guessed they would evolve to protect their way of life, however ruthless that way of life may be. The last of his sentence was lost against the crashing of water, and the violent rocking that followed. Now that Harriot wasn't so asleep or disorientated it was easy to tell that they were aboard a ship. As for where he was taking her, that was another mystery, and another question to add to her already mounting pile. She thought she heard a groan, but when the same noise sounded twice, she realized that it was just the deck creaking above them. It was no comfort to her either, that they were out to sea in a fog that was thicker than she had ever seen before. As a child she had been fascinated with the sea, well, she always had really. As she had gotten older, her fascination had turned to different elements, like its soothing qualities. When she had been young, she had always wanted to go upon a ship. Her uncle though had explained to her how unlucky that was. For some reason he was a fond believer of a woman aboard a ship was bad luck. She wasn't sure she shared his view, because she didn't quite understand why a woman on a ship would be. So she had never been given the opportunity, and she hadn't expected to get the opportunity quite like this either. He had taught her once about how deceiving the sea could be. They had stood upon the beach early in the summer so the weather had been quite mild, and they had watched the water together. Observing how it rocked back and forth with a gentle invincible pull. He had explained then how the sea changed its course or its strength as quickly as a butterfly should flap its wings. He had told her of the dangers that faced each man who come to the shore where her father's estate sat in the distance. How the weather, such as the weather on this evening, with its thick fog could take lives to easily. The waters depths were hard to judge when you could not see land clearly. Or the dreadful rocky cliff face to the right of the beach could end up being the ships final destination from the tiniest wrong move. "Where are you taking me?" A part of her had known he wouldn't answer the question. That would have been fine if it wasn't for the fact that she was afraid she wouldn't make it through the night. She turned to face him, even though she really hadn't wanted to. The small distance between their legs made her dizzy. That's without adding the fact she had been pressed up against him when she had woken. The memory alone sent a shiver up her spine. The only problem was she wasn't ready to question herself on whether it was a good shiver, or bad. The tiny sound of rain pattering against wood echoed around them. The noise of it was almost numbing, and relaxing despite her troubled mind. It pained her to know there was no option of escape on this vessel, unless she fancied her chances with the cold violent rocking of the sea. She knew that was not an option. She wouldn't last five seconds in those waters, and she wasn't sure how she felt about an almost certain death. She didn't know where they were taking her, and she was certain Ivar was not about to tell her. So the prospect of where they could end up scared her beyond belief. Even when they reached their destination, there was no saying Ivar would not offload her into slavery, to pain her father the way he had pained him and his brother. So, as stupid and as irrational as it might seem, she wondered whether she could persuade him that she knew where his brother was. She could lead him and his men into a place where someone might help her. It was a huge risk, but a part of her knew he would do anything for his brother, and she would do anything for her life. "Ivar?" He did not make a single movement at the sound of her voice. He hadn't heard her because his eyes had drifted closed again. His soft intake of breath told her he was sleeping. He had propped himself up so he rested more comfortably. Despite what was going on around them outside, he had been relaxed enough to drift off back to sleep. He hadn't however, been foolish enough to leave anything within grabbing distance that she could use as a weapon. He looked innocent as he slept. It was hard to believe that such a calculating mind lay hidden beneath. However, there was not a doubt in her mind that he would find his brother, and she envied his love for him. Giving in, as she knew she inevitably would, Harriot pulled her legs up toward her chest and pulled the rough material of the blanket around her to keep her warm. When she risked another glance at him, it was plain to see he was exhausted. He hadn't moved when she had, hadn't even felt her stir. His soft breathing continued, almost creating a pattern with the rocking ship. She didn't want to open her eyes. She knew she was still aboard the ship, but she wished she had woken in a different place. She wanted to go home, to everything that was familiar to her. It was a life of unhappiness, but a life that could be set by her own terms, at her own pace, and somewhere where her life was not in imminent risk. Finally, with a sigh, she opened her eyes and took an assessing glance about her. Everything looked so different during the day, to what it did at night. She could see now that the wood of the ship in that the small room were draped with luxurious wall hangings. It was not a Viking ship - or at-least she did not think so. The ships she had heard about in stories of Viking raiding did not have protection from the elements like the room she laid in. They were curved elaborate structures that oozed with excellent workmanship. Unlike this rather bulky design that felt more like it was going against the water, rather than flowing with it as one. She could hear the faint sound of the men grunting as they fought against the ship to keep it moving. Harriot had always been curious of the men who did this. Now as they got further and further away from home, she found that the sounds disturbed her rather than prickled her curiosity. Her stomach lurched, and then rumbled. She had barely eaten in such a long time that she had forgotten what a full meal tasted like. And, the rocking of the ship wasn't helping her. She curled her fists into the blanket that had been placed over her. She thought the small weighty material would stop the world spinning around her, and would root her in place securely. The sun from outside blinked through the gaps in the door frame, she adored the little rays of sun that streamed across her body. It almost made her forget herself and her situation for a moment. She was half tempted to venture outside to soak it up, and enjoy the warming sensation upon her skin. But a startling reminder brought her back to reality with a whoosh. She was still wearing her night-dress. And, she had nothing to change into, or so she had thought. She passed a worrying glance around her to see if there was anything she could find to cover up in. That was of course, anything but the male tunic, made with light brown fabric that was tucked just under her feet. She moved her ankle to use it to support herself, so she could stand but something hard and cold bit into the bottom of her foot. She pulled away from it, faster than she had expected to. The tunic moved with her and the blanket, until the harshness of whatever she felt, thud against the floor. It tinged and bounced before it turned over on its side, and rested there. The red jewels glittered in the sun, and she recognized it instantly. It was the dragon clip, with the fire-red eyes, that had been fastened just below her throat yesterday. She reached out for it, and cupped it in her hands as she brought it towards herself for a better look. It was beautiful, and a lot of care had been taken to making sure all the details were pronounced and perfect. A sash draped across her lower legs, it must have been placed underneath the tunic. She stared at it for a moment. Then it occurred to her that Ivar must have had the same thought, and had attempted to throw something together that she could wear. She should of known he would, he seemed to be one step ahead of her on everything else so far, so why not this too? She could not wear that though. Those clothes belonged to men. She dreaded to think of what her mother would say if she were still alive. She would refuse to leave the room until a dress was presented to her. But Harriot wasn't that confident, and she knew Ivar would not put up with her demanding. He would drag her outside in her night-dress just to humiliate her, for not taking the clothes he had offered for being brazen enough to demand something of him. No, she would wear it, and make do with what she had and hope this ordeal doesn't last much longer. She wished she could see herself, but in the same sense she was glad she couldn't. She pulled the tunic over her head, and was stunned to see it was much too big for her. Its length came almost to her ankles, and the shoulder span swamped her little frame. There were endless amounts of material falling loosely at her sides, but the material was soft. It was soft enough not to agitate her skin, or to rub harshly at the curves of her body. She tied the sash around her waist to bring all the loose material in and around her. Then she fastened the dragon clip to make sure it would not come undone. Hesitantly she brushed her hands along her sides. She never thought she would see the day she would wear men's clothing. Despite her trepidation, Harriot knew she would have to face the men sooner or later. She covered the dressing on her arm with the material of the tunic and headed for the door. A part of her hoped she could open it, and go amidst the men, but that was almost too much to ask wasn't it. She opened the door and swallowed the thick lump building in her throat. A cool salty gust of sea air hit her instantly. It swiped the air clean from her lungs. The horizon was a blanket of blue, where the sky met the sea. With only the tiniest scattering of wispy white clouds that looked softer than goose feathers to the touch. Forbidden Ch. 03 The oddest prickling sensation traveled along her spine. The feeling spread out along her limbs one by one, as she noticed everyone on deck had stopped what they were doing and was watching her. She didn't need to see Ivar to know that he was watching her too. When her eyes finally met with his, as he stood at the bow of the ship, she was half tempted to creep back inside the small dark room. He had an unusual expression, one she had not seen yet so far. He made every fiber of her body tingle with awareness, from her toes to the tips of the long black strands of hair on her head. Sweat glistened as it trickled along his cheek, to roll gently along his neck, and to brush against the hard bare expanse of his chest. Her mouth was suddenly very dry. Forbidden Ch. 03 This will more than likely be the final installment between Delylah and Gabriel. I sincerely hope you enjoyed my first two chapters, which were both my very first submissions to the site. Thank you for reading, I truly appreciate it. Feedback is widely accepted. Once more, thank you to all who have read this short series. ***** SIX MONTHS LATER With a small, sad sigh, I place my phone back on the table, watching it vibrate steadily across the smooth surface. This was certainly not the first time Gabriel had called. In fact, he had called more times than I would want to count. It hurts terribly to know how much pain I must be causing him . . . how much pain it's causing me. Of course, we had stayed in touch for three months after our first real sexual encounter. It was amazing; he was everything I had ever wanted and more. The tenderness, the passion, the kindness . . . the incredible sex. So many nights of closeness, nestled against his strong chest with his arms around me. It was I who ended the relationship in such a shitty way. I offered no explanation, no closing words. I just stopped answering his phone calls and expertly avoided him. For the last three months, I've become rather recluse, and have somehow managed to evade him entirely. Several times, he had come to the salon, but I ducked in back and waited until he left. Any time he would knock at my door, I would hide in my bedroom closet with tears on my face. At that moment, a sharp, painful kick caused my hand to move to my swollen belly. Gabriel's daughter was steadily growing within me, healthy and strong. This was the reason for my sudden cease-communication. I was terrified of what he would do, frightened from rejection or worse. Perhaps it wasn't fair, but I had no idea how to tell a 60 year old man he was expecting a baby from someone thirty-four years his junior. My phone starts to vibrate again, dancing across the table with Gabe's name displayed on the screen. He had been calling at least three times a day for the past few months, and today was no exception. Eventually, he left a voice mail, so I picked up my phone to listen to the message. It wasn't the first time I had heard an anguished voicemail from him, but it had been several weeks since I listened last. "Delylah, please answer the phone. You have no idea how terribly I miss you. It hurts . . . please? What did I do wrong? Did I not love you enough? Call me back. I love you," Gabe's voice sounds beautiful in my ear. His words bring tears to my eyes. I can't hide this baby forever, but I know that we could never be the same after this. Perhaps that's what scared me the most. Perhaps it was the fact I wanted this baby and feared he wouldn't. Shakily, my finger hovers over the CALL button. With a held breath, I lower my finger to the screen, but I end up putting my phone back on the table. My poor, pained Gabriel. His words brought fresh tears to my eyes and my throat burned unpleasantly. Crying had become sort of a failsafe system of avoiding a complete meltdown these last few months. At almost six month pregnant, it was difficult to hold anything together anymore. Hearing Gabe's anguish twisted at my insides. I buried my face in the couch cushions and sobbed uncontrollably. SOMETIME THE NEXT MORNING, I awoke with a sore neck. With a yawn, I stretch out and sit up, groaning. Guiltily, I recall Gabriel's voicemail. "What did I do wrong?" rang in my ears painfully, and tears threaten at the back of my throat once more. "I'm so sorry," I mutter to nothing. However, I had to get to work, so I swallowed my misery and made my way to the shower. An hour later, I'm dressed and ready to go. My makeup is on, and I'm dressed in new, cute maternity clothes. With a small smile, I admire my backside and rest a hand on our daughter. TWENTY MINUTES LATER "You look adorable," Curtis, my boss and very dear friend, grinned as I enter the salon. "Thank you," I blush, walking to the break room and shoving my purse on the assigned shelf. I turn to see Curtis leaning in the doorway. "When are you going to tell him, Del?" he asks, his eyebrows knit together in concern. Curtis is the only person who knows of Gabriel and I. "I don't know," I shake my head sadly. "Have you spoken with him recently?" "He's worried about you. It's hard to not tell him about the baby," Curtis says. "Del, he deserves to know this. That man loves you." "Claire will eat him alive when she finds out about what we have done. Greg won't speak to him anymore; you must know that." I run my fingers through my hair nervously. "Does he really need that sort of negativity in his life? You know what their relationship is like." it's Curtis' turn to shake his head. "Greg only talks to him if he needs money, and Claire is a bitter and vengeful bitch." "Curtis, I don't want to come between them any more than I already have. I feel so stupid. I never meant to wait this long to tell him; I could never find the words to say. He means the world to me, but how can I tell him that when I've caused him so much pain?" tears threaten my eyes, but I force them away. "Talk to him. Please," Curtis turns and walks away, leaving me to feel worse than before. I deserve it, though. What kind of a woman keeps a man from his own kid? TEN MINUTES BEFORE MY SHIFT ENDED, I see Gabe's truck pull up to the salon. My heart hammers as I turn to Curtis. "I can't let him see me now," I whisper to him urgently. "You're already cleaned up. Just grab your things and go. Nothing needs to be done tonight," Curtis gives me a small, encouraging smile, and I nod nervously. "You'll be all right." "Thank you," I say, and quickly retrieve my purse from the break room and make my way to the door. Gabriel is already out of his truck when I exit the salon. For a few moments, I can't read his expression as his eyes fall to the obvious mound on my torso. I take in a deep breath and walk tentatively toward him. His eyes meet mine and he shakes his head. At that moment, I feel myself falling apart. However, he steps toward me with an unreadable expression. "I've missed you," he whispers hoarsely before gathering me carefully to his chest. "Goodness, Del. I've missed you." "Gabriel . . . I'm so sorry," I gasp against his neck. He's holding me so tenderly that it hurts. His gentleness is so unexpected, and I feel another tidal wave of guilt crash over me. What have I done to him? The pain I've so obviously caused . . . "Sssh. Let's get you home," he kisses my forehead and walks me to his truck. "My car is here," I say, leaning my head against his chest. I hear a low chuckle deep in his chest as his arms tighten protectively around me. "We'll leave it for now. I want you with me," he whispers against my ear, and I melt for him. "I need you with me." For a moment, I fall silent. My eyes burn with apologies, but he gives me his tilted, handsome smile. "Are you mad?" I ask, my guilt gnawing at me like a starved, crazed animal. "Just hurt," he answers, helping me into his truck. His simple answer stings at me, and I feel tears burn the corner of my eyes. Gently, I feel his fingers brush my cheek. Our eyes meet, and he pulls me into a quick kiss. "Nothing changes my feelings for you, Del. Nothing." He rests a hand on our daughter for a moment. She kicks at his hand, and I see a wide smile split his face. "She's a girl," I say quietly, and he grins wider. "Our little girl," he bends and kisses my belly. "Is she healthy?" "She is," I answer, and he straightens himself and nibbles my lower lip. "I love you," he murmurs against me, pulling me to his body. "I don't deserve it," I whisper, but he shakes his head. "Don't say that. I love you. As much as this hurt, nothing can deflate this happiness. A baby. A little baby girl. Goodness," Gabe grins and sighs. "I need to get you home." "I love you, Gabriel." I gently grab his beard and bring his face to mine. His kiss is just as I remember; gentle and tender, but passionate and hot. My fingers brush his neck and pull him closer. His lips break apart from mine, moving on to explore my earlobe. Gently, he blows against my neck, causing me to squirm. "We won't make it home if you can't behave yourself, Delylah," he scolds playfully . . . dangerously. "Promise?" I grin, but he shakes his head and closes the door of the truck. With a small smirk, I watch him walk around the front of the vehicle and climb inside on the other side. "My house is quieter," he says, putting the truck into gear. SEVEN MINUTES LATER, we make it into his front door, but just barely. As soon as it's shut, we are a mess of limbs and mouths. Our clothes are strewn across the floor as I lower myself to his couch. He gazes at me hungrily. "You are so beautiful," he says, lowering himself to the floor and rubbing a finger against my wetness. I moan in pleasure while he licks his lips. "Pregnancy suits you." "Gabriel . . . oh," I sigh as he presses his mouth to mine. He moans against me, his nakedness unraveling my senses. His stiffening manhood pushes against my stomach as he lovingly brushes his finger against the wetness between my thighs. "What did you want to say to me when you came to the salon?" "I needed to see you. An explanation of the sudden silence. However, an answer was written all over your face . . . and this," he softly drags a finger across my stomach. "That tickles!" I whine, and he grins devilishly. Has he always been so handsome? I sigh happily as we kiss and nibble at each other. Our moments are tender and loving, something I've craved for three months. "I'm sorry, Gabriel." "No more apologizing for things that cannot be undone." Gabe shakes his head, pushing his fingers into my wetness again. I whimper in ecstasy as our eyes meet. "You're mine now, though," he grins at me wickedly, pressing his mouth to mine with gentle force. My arms wrap around his strong body as his tongue expertly assaults my own. Slowly, I lower my hand to his middle, seeking out his hardness. This isn't difficult, as he is firmly pressed into my leg, which is now growing sticky with his precum. When my fingers wrap around him, he lets out a soft moan and pushes his own fingers deeper inside of me. I cry out in surprise, but quickly stifle my emotion. "I'm going to fuck you, Delylah. We'll make love later, but now . . ." he looks at me, and I nod in perfect understanding. "I know," I say, squeezing his balls against the base of his manhood. He groans in pleasure, a beautiful smile spreading across his handsome face. With a few quick movements, I am on top of him, looking down into those gorgeous blue eyes. Carefully, I begin to slide onto his hardness. There's little friction with the state of my arousal, and soon I am resting against his hips. One of his hands grasps my breast, and the other cups my ass. He lets out a pleased moan as I begin to grind against him. "Jesus, Del. You're so fucking beautiful," he brings my face to his and kisses me deeply. I try to keep my rhythm as best as possible, but his kiss began to grow intense and sense-ensnaring. His hips moved beneath me in short, quick motions, but it felt insanely wonderful. Already, I could feel myself building for my climax. Then, Gabe quickly - but carefully - trades positions with me. Never once does he let himself slip out, and I wiggle against him in gratitude. He responds by giving me a quick bite to the lip and slamming his hips into me in the same motion. "Gabe," I whine, desperate for his aggression. "Fuck me." "So impatient," he tuts approvingly. I roll my eyes and nibble at his ear lobe. "Delylah?" "Yes?" I murmur as I gently run my teeth against his neck. He shudders in anticipation and pushes himself deeper inside me. "Tell me if it hurts," he says. "All right," I nod. For a few moments, Gabe was tender and gentle. Only his kiss gave him away. His hands roughly grasp at my thighs and hips before cupping my breasts. He holds them together and bites my nipples. I gasp and moan in pleasure as he starts to shove himself deeper inside of me. Then, he starts rocking on top of me with such force, it moves the bed violently. I feel his balls slapping heavily against my ass, and I shout his name and dig my nails into his back. "Gabe! Fuck me! Oh!" I moan, feeling him quickening his pace. "You are amazing." "I love you so incredibly much, Delylah." he whispers into my ear. "I'm so close." "Come for me," I say, feeling my own climax pushing past the point of no return. Gabe presses his mouth to mine before quickening his pace and slamming into me. "Fuck, Gabriel!" When I come, I close my eyes and bury my face into Gabe's shoulder to avoid falling apart. His arms tighten around me as his own orgasm nears. My fingers tangle in his overlong hair as he sucks my nipples, causing me to feel the sensation in my toes. I can tell he's close because his rhythm has broken. "You feel incredible," I say, nibbling against his neck. He grunts in response and throws his head back. "Delylah!" he shouts, slamming into me for a final time. I feel his cock twitch inside me as he finds his release. "I fucking love you." "I love you, too." I wrap my arms around his neck and close my eyes. When I wake up, it's still light outside. Gabe is gone, but the bed is still warm. The sheets smell of our sex, and I make a mental note to throw them in the washer. With a small yawn and a quick stretch, I make my way into the living room. Gabe is sitting on the couch, drinking a beer. When he hears me come in, he gives me that gorgeous, crooked grin that takes my breath away. "I wore you out," he says, looking quite pleased with himself. "Hey, I grew a lung today, what have you done?" I say in mock agitation. He grins boyishly, looking decades younger. "Delylah, I was thinking about this situation," Gabe begins, his gaze on my stomach. I walk around to sit by him on the couch. His arm automatically reaches out and brings me to his chest. It's comforting and secure. "Will you move in with me?" "Is that a good idea right now?" I ask. Our daughter lets out a sharp kick, and I gasp in pain. His hand rests against my belly. "As far as I'm concerned, neither Claire nor Greg has a say in what we, as adults, can and can't do. Our relationship will definitely be out in the open before too long, especially with our daughter. Is your divorce finalized?" he asks. "Yes. Just a couple of weeks ago," I answer quietly. He lets out a small sigh. "Del, I promise to protect you from whatever repercussions I can. Please, be careful when I'm not with you. Once Claire knows about us . . ." Gabe stops, and I hear him swallow. "We can move away, too. We don't have to stay here." "Gabriel, we haven't been together that long—" "We've been together for over five years; we just weren't intimate." he corrects with a smug smirk. "I just don't want you to feel that you have to do all this. I could still have my own place and you could have yours, even if we did move." I say, but he shakes his head. "I want you . . . with me." he murmurs, wrapping his arms around me possessively. Exhausted, I bury my face in his neck. "Being with you feels so right. You've always been so tender and loving. How can you not hate me for what I've done to you?" I sigh, sitting up. However, he pulls me back to his chest, tucking my head under his chin. "Del, you've always meant the world to me. What would hating you do for me besides cause misery? When I think of you, I don't think of despair. I love you," he kisses me while I sigh against him. "You are so wonderful," I murmur, nuzzling into him. My teeth find his neck, and he lets out a lazy groan. I smile, unbuttoning his pants. Just a few moments later, his manhood is in my hand. "Mmm," Gabe sighs. His eyes close as my hand begins stroking him, up and down. Then, I bend and take his entire length into my mouth. Instantly, his eyes snap open and find mine. His breathing becomes rapid as I start moving my head. For a few short moments, he moans in pleasure. Then, I feel his hand tangle in my hair as he pushes himself further into my mouth. "Fuck, Del. Yes. Oh!" "I love you, Gabriel." I say as he pulls himself from my mouth. Giving me a small, but beautiful, crooked smile, he lays me down as I pull him on top of me. Gently, he pushes my legs out of his way with his own and places his hand against my breast. "I love you too, Delylah." he murmurs, grasping his manhood and guiding it into my awaiting warmth. We made love several times that day, each ending with loving kisses and tender embraces. Sweet words were whispered and promises were fulfilled. His arms were blissfully inescapable. When I finally fell asleep, it was in his arms, where I belonged. Forbidden Ch. 04 Chapter IV - The Morning After Jill woke early Wednesday morning. She reached back and gently massaged her buttocks. They were still a bit sore, but much better than it had been the night before. It was unbelievable how much last night's punishment had turned her on. She'd never had a high tolerance for pain, but somehow, that only seemed to heighten the intensity of the pleasure, and of the pain. Looking at Tommy lying next to her, she smiled and pulled the covers back to reveal her prize. For several minutes, she just lay there, admiring her young stud. Gently, she began caressing his balls, watching him stir slightly as his cock sprang to attention. She ran her finger slowly up the underside, tickling it lightly. Pausing briefly to reposition herself between his legs, she directed her attention back to his balls, taking them tenderly in her mouth, first one, and then the other. She then moved back to his gorgeous cock, licking it as he began to stir. Looking up, she saw that his eyes were still closed, so she returned to his pole, nibbling on it with her teeth. "Ummmm," she heard him moan, beginning to awaken. "Good morning, lover," she said to him, and immediately took him in her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock, slowly taking more and more into her mouth. She withdrew her mouth, replacing it with her hand, never missing a beat, and looked at him. "Did you sleep well?" "I was dreaming that a goddess was giving me a blow job while I slept. I must still be dreaming," he said, not quite completely awake. She returned her mouth to his manhood with a renewed vigor, taking all of his size in her mouth. She could sense his increased urgency as he began meeting her bobbing head with his thrusting hips. Soon his entire body tensed up, and she felt him thrust upward one final time, trying to bury his cock in her throat. Then he exploded, even as she kept bobbing and slurping until his body finally melted back onto the bed. Picking her head up, she surveyed her prize. Satisfied that she had swallowed all of his cum, she slid up and snuggled beside him. He wrapped his arms around her as she lay across his chest, peering into his eyes. "Beats the hell out of breakfast in bed," he smiled at her. They lay in each other's arms for some time, neither wanting to give up the moment. "What time is it?" Tommy finally asked. Jill looked at the clock. "It's 6:30 AM," she responded. "You're going to be late for work if you don't get going." She smiled at him. "I'm taking the rest of the week off. I've got a lot of personal time built up that my boss has been bugging me to take. I figured this would be as good a time as any," she grinned. "Besides, after the abuse you put me through last night, I'm not sure I can handle sitting in a chair all day," she said as she hit him playfully, but firmly, on the chest. "Hey, watch it," Tommy warned as he rolled her onto her back. He straddled her stomach and pinned her arms with his legs. She lay there, defenseless, her ample bosom rising and falling below him with a slow, rhythmic grace, just inches above his growing cock. Tommy turned his attention to her tits, lying trapped beneath him. He reached down and took each nipple between his thumb and fore finger, rolling and pinching them playfully. He grabbed each breast, massaging them roughly, squeezing and kneading them, as she wiggled and squirmed, trying to free herself. Jill couldn't help but notice that he was fully aroused again."You bastard," she responded playfully, still trying to free herself. "And I suppose now you're going to take advantage of a poor, defenseless woman." Tommy released her arms as he started moving between her legs. Instantly, Jill reached out to tickle his sides. Her sudden attack caught him by surprise, and she easily pushed him onto his back. Straddling him, she positioned herself above his cock and slowly eased herself over him until he was completely inside her. "It just goes to show that you can't keep a good woman down," she announced triumphantly as she began bouncing up and down. Gyrating her hips on his cock, she reached down and ran her fingernails over his chest, causing shivering sensations throughout his body. She pinched his nipples, pulling on them, and again, raking her fingernails over him. Turning her attention to herself, she dipped one finger into her pussy with his cock, causing them both to moan and squirm. Looking at him, she raised her finger to her lips and sucked it sensuously. "Umm, I taste good. Don't you think?" "Oh yes," Tommy moaned. Redirecting her attention once again, she began playing with her tits as she continued rotating her hips on his enraged cock, occasionally squeezing him with her pussy muscles. She rotated her nipples in her fingers. She mashed her tits against her chest, first pulling them apart, then pushing them together as she felt herself getting hotter by the moment. "Do you like my tits, Tommy?" she asked, teasingly. "Oh, yah," he managed. "I like playing with them while I fuck you. Do you like watching me play with them?" she asked. "Oh, yah. You are so fucking hot." She beamed at him. "Would you like to play with them?" she teased as she continued massaging herself while still grinding her pussy on his cock. Tommy leaned forward and reached for her breasts, but she pushed him back onto the bed. "Oh, no you don't," she said. "Not until you ask nicely." She removed her hands from her breasts, reaching behind herself to fondle his balls with her left hand, and forward to massage her clit with her right. Tommy again leaned forward, only to have Jill push him down again. "Weren't you listening, Tommy? I said ask nicely." With that, she stopped fondling his balls, grabbing them instead, and squeezing just a little. Tommy squirmed nervously. "Do I have your attention now, young man?" she questioned, sitting up tall and motionless, her right hand still massaging her clit, her left still squeezing his balls. Her breasts were standing out proudly above him, her nipples sticking out, firm and aroused. "Yes, Ma'am," Tommy answered nervously. "That's better. You hurt my feelings, Tommy," she said. "I'm starting to think that since you won't ask nicely to fondle my tits, that maybe you don't like them," she pouted. "Oh, no. I love your tits," he answered, sitting up again until Jill squeezed a little harder, sending him instantly back to the bed. "Naughty, naughty," she said, relaxing her grip on his balls slightly, but still massaging her love button. "If you don't come around soon, baby, I'll just get myself off without you," she smiled. "I'd hate to do that to you, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do." She smiled at him, saying nothing more, until he finally relented. "Please ma'am, may I touch your breasts," he pleaded at last. "Mmmm, that's better," Jill smiled. "But now you have to do better than that. My feelings are still hurt." Slowly, she squeezed her pussy muscles on his cock, and resumed a slow, easy up and down attack on him, just to keep him on edge. "Oh Christ, Jill. They're the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen, and I'd really like to fondle them and suck on them," he begged. "Please let me play with them." "You really like them?" she beamed. "Oh, shit, Jill. Give me a break. They're fantastic." She smiled. "That's better." She released her grip on his balls, grabbed his head, and pulled his mouth to her tits. Tommy took over from there, grabbing each tit in his hand, kissing first one nipple, then the other. Gently, he nibbled on them, his nibbles becoming less gentle as his excitement increased. He could feel her body tensing up as she pushed him down on the bed once again. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest, and began bouncing on his cock in earnest. Tommy marveled at her tits, bouncing and shaking on her chest above him. He reached up and squeezed them again, roughly this time. "Oh yah, Tommy. Squeeze my tits," she screamed. "Squeeze them hard. Oh shit, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come." And moments later she did just that, digging her fingers into his chest while Tommy continued fondling her breasts as her orgasm washed over her. Temporarily releasing his grip on her breasts, he took her shoulders in hand and rolled her onto her back. Once again he straddled her torso, only this time his erect cock, wet with her juices and aching for release, rested squarely between her heaving boobs. Patiently, he massaged her tits, surrounding his cock with them, the eye of his erection pointed right at Jill's face. The feeling in his dick was incredible, as he continued to slowly massage her mounds. "Oh yes, Tommy," Jill moaned, just barely recovered from her last orgasm. "Oh yes, fuck my tits, Tommy, fuck my tits." He felt her arms reach around his thighs and he could tell from the movements of her body that she was fingering herself. "Oh yes, Tommy. Please fuck my tits." He began slowly thrusting his cock back and forth between her mounds as he continued squeezing them. This was his first time fucking a woman's tits, and it felt fantastic. Absolutely fucking fantastic! Jill, meanwhile, was digging her fingers in and out of her pussy while Tommy fucked her tits. She tried to get her lips on his cock as it pounded her chest, but the best she could manage was an occasional lick as he thrust his cock towards her face. Tommy could feel his tension mounting as he continued his attack. He felt Jill's left hand wrap around his leg and reach for his ass. He felt her finger enter him and begin stroking in and out of his ass while he pounded her tits. Then another finger entered to accompany the first, and they both continued their assaults. Jill could feel Tommy's tension beginning to mount. "Oh yes, Tommy, fuck my tits. Fuck my tits and cum on my face," she urged. And then . . . "Oh shit, Tommy, I'm cuming. I'm cuming again!" she screamed as she exploded again, the waves of her orgasm overtaking her, leaving her shaking under him while he madly pounded her tits with his cock. "Oh shit, Jill. Here I come," he gasped as he cum shot from his cock. "I'm cuming." She opened her mouth, trying desperately to catch his semen, but mostly failing. His cum shot all over her face, landing on her chin, her nose, her eyes and even her hair. After what seemed like hours, he finally started to calm down. He looked at Jill, cum covered and limp beneath him, panting for breath. He made no effort to move from his perch between her breasts, even though his cock was now limp and completely spent. He took his finger, wiped a spot of cum off her chin with it, and held it up to Jill's lips. She opened her lips, took his finger in her mouth, and sucked it cleaned. They repeated this ritual in silence until she was as clean as he could get her. Jill finally broke the silence. "I guess this means you really do like my tits," she smiled. "They are without a doubt the finest tits ever," he answered. "Aren't you going to get off me?" she questioned. "Pretty soon," he answered. "I kinda like it up here." * * * * * * * Thanks for reading. As always, I look forward to your comments and suggestions. Forbidden Ch. 04 Lina woke the next morning with a start, feeling the tiny questing thoughts of her daughter. Her eyes widened in shock, knowing the babe couldn't be much of anything and already she was reaching to her mother. Shaking her head, she disentangled from Sinafay's arms, her violet eyes tracing his handsome face tenderly. Silently she padded outside to answer the call of nature and to reconnect with the beauty of nature all around her. While the Faes didn't have an organized religion, everyone felt the connection of the earth and nature, driving them to reacquaint themselves with it each day. Closing her eyes, she tilted her face up to feel the sun warming her skin. The gentle breeze strengthened and swirled around her in welcome, stirring her long tousled hair and causing it to dance around her slender form. Spreading her wings slowly, she caught the wind. The gossamer wings spread out to their full reach, each easily as big as her. The sun shimmered through the see through membranes, casting her skin in a violet glow. Breathing deeply, she took in the scent of the flowers and trees around her, a smile curving her full lips. The sweet world rejoiced for her and her unborn child, welcoming her back to it for yet another day. Slowly, as the wind died around her, she folded her wings back, lowering her face and opening her eyes. Sighing softly, feeling content again, she turned back towards the cave, only to find Sinafay there watching her, leaning casually against a tree trunk. Gasping softly in surprise, one hand coming up to rest over her suddenly pounding heart, she grinned. "You startled me," she accused him teasingly. Stepping closer, her eyes met his. He grinned back and straightened up, opening his arms to take her into a hug, his lips lowering to hers for what he intended to be a soft gentle kiss. But as soon as she tasted him, she threw her arms around his neck and used tongue and teeth to tempt him to making the kiss deeper and rougher. Groaning softly, he pulled back, breaking the kiss and shaking his head "Temptress," he murmured, looking into her upturned face, admiring her soft, fine boned beauty. She just grinned and shrugged one shoulder, snuggling closer against him. "You looked so beautiful just there Lina," he continued, tightening his hold. "Nature just welcomes you and enhances you, as you enhance it." "We are the protectors of Nature Sinafay. There wouldn't be Fae without Nature. Each and every one of us feels the earth and her cry. And each day, we feel the need to reaffirm that. To welcome her into us and to let her know we will continue our vow to her for another day," she explained, turning in his arms to look out over the forest. "The wind and sun welcome us, the earth and water call to us, and we can't do more then answer. And I can't think of a reason not to." The wind danced around them, chuckling softly in their ears, apparently liking her answer. Sinafay grinned and nuzzled her slightly pointed ear, nibbling it gently. "I wouldn't try to stop you sweetling," he murmured, his hands roaming over her curves. Lina bit her lip, feeling her body responding to his touch, the rough calluses on his palm over her bare skin only heightening the sensations. Her eyes drifted closed and she leaned into him, arching her breasts up to be caressed. He chuckled in her ear and complied, covering the soft mounds with both hands, sliding the rough pad of his thumb over her hardening nipples. Helplessly, she moaned, the sound low and husky in her throat and he grinned. Pinching the hard nub, he pulled on it, watching it stretch before letting it go. He felt himself harden another inch against her back as her breast shook, her nipple hardening even more, the reddened skin crinkling around it. "More," she whispered, her body writhing against his in silent plea. Dropping his head to the curve of her neck, Sinafay brushed her hair back out of his way with his chin and nibbled on the soft skin there. Both hands returned to her breasts, lightly caressing them to enflame her, knowing it would only drive her to want more. Her mouth parted and soft little whimpers started to escape as she tried to push closer into his hands. "Please...don't..." she trailed off, her cheeks turning a soft pink as she tried to find the words to tell him what she needs. "Please don't?" he asked, lifting his head and dropping his hands to her small waist. "I'm sorry Lina, I didn't know you didn't want me to touch you," he continued, purposely misunderstanding her. Growling a little in her throat, she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Sinafay had to bite back a moan of desire and need at the glazed passion darkened look of her eyes, the color almost black, matching the sky at midnight. She tried to tug his hands back up to her breasts, fighting his strength uselessly before giving up and letting her own fingers caress the firm skin and hard nipples. He had her aching in need and was insisting on teasing her. Her breasts needed his touch so badly they ached and she could do nothing more then to try and appease their need for a firm pressure. She felt his red gaze watching her, her full bottom rubbing against his hard cock, enticing him as she tugged, twisted and pinched her nipples, little moans of frustrated pleasure coming with each movement. "Don't tease me..." she finally managed to finish, whimpering a little. Her own touch just wasn't enough, her pleasure building with excruciating slowness. Sinafay watched her pleasure herself, noting the frustration on her face, knowing what she wanted but relishing the sight of her squirming in need before him. Scooping her up into his arms, he strode back into the cave, grinning down at her. "And why should I little one? When you give me such a wonderful show to watch when I do tease you." Lina just whimpered, her hands getting even rougher on her skin, leaving marks behind. One hand trailed down her small belly to her tight curls below, spreading the lips there and pinching her clit almost cruelly. Jerking at the sharp pain and pleasure mixing, she cried out. "Please Sina...I burn," she wailed, her eyes pleading with him. "Well, far be it from me to watch a lady suffer," he murmured, dropping her back down and pushing her roughly against the wall. He lowered his mouth back to his neck, only this time, his teeth bit deep, breaking her soft skin as he pushed her hands up with one of his, holding them over her head. His other hand trailed down her body, starting at her shoulder. Twisting and tugging on one nipple, he felt her moan and arch closer, a soft gasp of pained pleasure filling his ears. Moving down to her soaked folds, he pushed two fingers roughly inside her tight sheath, groaning as she gripped him. "So wet and tight," he murmured, lifting from her neck to look into her eyes. Almost ruthlessly he slid his fingers in and out of her, not caring if he bruised her soft flesh, before leaving her on the brink of her orgasm. Moving his hand down to the crook of her knee, he lifted her leg up and to the side, opening her wide to his cock. Not wasting any time, he slammed deep inside her with one thrust, watching her stiffen and cry out. Lina's head fell back, a soft guttural cry of satisfaction echoing in the cave as she tried to meet him. With a feral grin, Sinafay held her immobile, thrusting rough and fast inside her. Her squirming and cries only inflamed him more, making him harder and rougher, his grips tightening to the point of bruising. She hissed in response and squirmed to free her caught hands. But even as she fought the pain, she felt her body perch on the edge of an orgasm, his thrusting cock driving her closer and closer. But he wouldn't let her go, especially as she started to tighten around him. He knew she liked it, wanted it, and for once, he wanted to give it, to watch her give under his grip and mating. He watched her face as he forced her into her climax, angling his hips to let the flared head of his cock rub against her sensitive g-spot even more. A strangled sob of pleasure was wrenched from her throat as she felt her body explode into bliss, her fingers curling into her palms, nails cutting as she closed her eyes and let it flood her. "Sina!" she cried, seeing him behind her closed eyes. Moments later, she felt him flood her with warmth and his essence, her milking muscles too much for him to bear without cumming himself. Tenderly, he kissed the bite on her neck, instantly contrite for leaving such a wound on her fair skin. Carefully he pulled out, lowering her back to the ground, searching her face for any signs of anger or hatred. Lina just smiled at him, her eyes full of warmth and gratitude. Her hands came down to caress his cheeks as she pressed against him. "Thank you Sinafay," she murmured, nuzzling his neck. Chuckling, he shook his head, cradling her in his arms as he turned back to the little nest of blankets. "I don't know what I did to deserve you," he breathed into the tangled curls above her ear. She matched him in almost every carnal way, loving him when he was tender and when he was rough. She just purred in response, stretching lazily and lifting one hand to eye level. A darkening purple bruise circled her slim wrist and he blanched visibly. But she laughed and hugged him tighter. "So everyone knows I'm yours," she explained, kissing the bruise and grinning into his perplexed look. "No Lina, I don't think so. This marriage contract says your mine," a slow drawling voice said from the entrance to the cave. The lovers jerked their heads up and looked towards the voice, Lina paling visibly. A fair haired, dark blue winged Fae ducked into the cave, holding a rolled up parchment in one hand. "And I plan on keeping what is mine," Lakin, the lord her parents had given her to the day before, said. "Even if my future wife did cost me face by refusing me in front of the entire court. And even if that very same child runs off to consort with animals." He just smiled maliciously at Lina's gasp of outrage, her violet eyes blazing. Sinafay growled, setting Lina behind him and rising to his feet in one swift motion. Lakin shook his head, his face twisting into a look of compassion that just seemed wrong on him as he gestured behind him. In seconds, the cave was filled with armed soldiers, the heavily armored Faes crowding around Sinafay, two others pulling Lina away and towards the Lord. She cried out, struggling to get away and back to her lover, even as she was dragged into reach of Lakin's cruel touch. The older Fae swept off his flowing cloak and draped it around her bare shoulders before relieving the two soldiers of her. With a soft whimper, she winced at his harsh grip on her shoulders, keeping her immobile. "Take him back to Karlin and put him into a well guarded cell. He must be brought up before the King and Queen on charges of kidnapping Lina, my sweet wife to be," he ordered, tightening his grip even more to keep Lina from saying anything against the fact. "I will take my intended to be looked after by her family. She is surely traumatized by her ordeal and must not be left alone." Lina watched, horrified, as her Sina was bound hand and foot and flown back to the city, supported by four guards. Wrenching her shoulders out of Lakin's grip, she turned to stare up at him accusingly. "I don't love you. I won't ever love you. Why must you do this?" she asked, her eyes darkening with anger. "Because my dear, I keep what is mine. And this says your mine. And the fact that I have to repeat that just tells me that you will need lessons in listening and conducting yourself the way my wife should," he answered, tapping the parchment on her nose patronizingly. She cried out angrily and turned to go back into the cave, scattering the remaining soldiers with a look. Chuckling, Lakin watched her, enjoying the beauty of her face as she stormed around, destroying things with a thought, bedding ripping and causing feathers to fly around her. Then, she stopped, one hand resting on her flat stomach. Turning she looked at him, triumph in her purple eyes. "You don't want me. It would be considered bad for you to marry a spoiled girl. And that's what I am. I'm pregnant." She paused before adding, her lips curving into a smile, "by Sinafay." She watched him, waiting to see his anger and frustration at losing her come out. But he remained as cool and passive as ever. "Even if what you say is true, you can't help that, since the lesser being raped you. We will of course have to postpone the wedding until after you have gone through a cleansing ritual to rid yourself of this taint. But I am a patient man and can wait until then," he drawled, shrugging one shoulder carelessly. "Taint?!" she screeched, jumping at him, her fingers curled into claws. "You dare to call my child taint? She will be a blessing, a wonder. She will be mine. And I will carry her to term and raise her. I will not let you do anything to stop me. I will be with Sina, I love him, his child and he did not rape me," she screamed into his face, even as he fought to hold her off. Gone was the cool air of a Fae lord used to centuries of having his way. Now he was simply a Fae fighting for his life against a woman protecting her family. With a start, he realized he has misjudged this youngling. She would not just lie down and let him run her life and make her decisions. Quickly, he recalculated his plans for her as he circled her slim wrists with both of his hands, drawing her up short against him. He would have her; even if it was only for the reason that she stirred his blood and loins in a way that few had in his hundreds of years of life. Even now, as he fought revulsion for her carrying the spawn of that dark creature, his cock ached to be inside her. Shaking his head to draw his mind back to the current situation, he smiled grimly down into her face. "But he has left marks on you that say otherwise," he pointed out, drawing her attention back to the dark bruises, the purple and blue contrasting with her pale skin. Whimpering softly, she stared at them, realizing that he was right, that her passion and need to be taken so roughly had pretty much written her beloved death sentence. Self hatred flowed through her, causing her to go limp again Lakin. With a small purr of satisfied triumph, he gathered her into his arms and left for the city, nodding to the remaining soldiers to destroy the little cave as soon as they were out of sight. * (The next chapter should follow soon. Not much else to do but write anymore...with a month and a half to kill before I have my baby. lol. Hmm..sit around and write, or twiddle my thumbs? I think I'll pick write. :D) Forbidden Ch. 04 NB. (I HAVE TAKEN THE ADVICE OF A FRIEND, AND FROM NOW ON, BRONWYN'S THOUGHTS AND WORDS WILL ALSO APPEAR IN THE THIRD, RATHER THAN THE COST OF FOOL)! * Ben tried not to think about the woman who had completely captured his imagination and stolen his heart. But he had seen her leave with a tall, distinguished-looking man, a Native American he almost looked like, and although he knew she had seen him too, she did not acknowledge his presence by so much as a look. He ached for her, and felt the burn of angry emotion welling in his eyes. He swore, an ugly expletive, causing the two old women standing close to him in the lobby to stare disapprovingly at him. He ignored them, and stalked out to his car. He needed to blow the cobwebs away. He stood in the parking lot watching the woman he had fallen in love with leaving his life without a backward glance. He couldn't blame her, he supposed. After all, she had been indulging in selfish passion, and he knew it was his fault that she was feeling the guilt he knew she harbored. He had kissed her, after promising not to do anything she didn't want him to do. Falling in love was so complicated. He knew she wanted him to kiss her, but he also knew she didn't want to want his kisses, that she wanted to remain true to her husband, to remain faithful to their vows. So when he had lost control and kissed her, he had made her an unfaithful wife, and had made himself hateful in her eyes. He remembered how she'd said that most men only wanted sex from a woman, and he knew his behavior had only reinforced her belief. But he also knew he'd be in heaven if he could have just one night with her. One part of him still sizzled with the fire of her kisses, but the other part kicked him for being a fool and probably losing the one woman he most wanted to keep in his life. He could feel the warmth of her full lips pressed against his, and the sensual excitement of her tongue touching his. The thought of those kisses made him ache for her, and he wished he knew how to find her. But he also knew she wouldn't want to see him, and his heart hurt with that knowledge. He walked slowly back into the hotel lobby, remembering suddenly that he had to train Anne, and wondering what he would do with himself after he worked with her. Someone approached him with a note. "Dr. Mandeville, Mrs. Kerr dropped this as she was leaving. She must have forgotten to give it to you." Ben took the note and ripped it open. It was from Bronwyn. "Thank you for the lovely flowers. Bronwyn Kerr." That was all. So cool, so aloof, so much in control, so very Bronwyn. He slipped it into his pocket and walked up to his sister's room. She should be up by now and ready for the workout. "Anne, open up!" he said when she didn't answer the door. He knocked again, and Anne opened the door on the chain. Seeing her brother, she opened it all the way. "What time is it?" she asked sleepily. "Quarter to eight. It's time for the workout." He sat in the only armchair and turned on the television. "Hurry up," he added. He sat back, watching the news...well, letting the sound crash into his ears, his mind on the soft curves of Bronwyn's body, on the sweet taste of her full, honeyed lips, of the press of her wet heat against him. He needed her, and she belonged to someone else. Oh God, he felt awful. He didn't know he had groaned until his sister said over his shoulder, "What's the matter, Ben? Are you in pain?" "What?" he asked, dazed by his discovery. "Are you feeling all right? You groaned just now like you're in pain." Anne's eyes held curiosity and concern. "No, I'm not feeling any pain," he answered. At least not physical. "Ready? Let's go." How could he tell his little sister that he was panting after a woman who was married? How could he explain why he had been kissing her passionately after promising her he wouldn't? How could he help her understand the mixture of emotions he felt now? He wanted to comfort Bronwyn, to apologize for being all kinds of a fool, and to have her for himself forever. Anne wouldn't understand any of that. Better to leave it alone. The workout did not go well. Ben's mind was not on the task, and Anne, who had always needed him to push her, finally gave up when she realized he was not with her in spirit. "C'mon, big brother, let's wrap this up. You're not with me today, and I can't do this without you. You're supposed to be on holiday, but you're clearly not here today." She picked up her towel and mopped her streaming brow. Looking at him curiously, she commented, "If I didn't know you better, I'd say you'd found a woman." Then she stopped suddenly, as though she had just had a brainstorm and clapped her hand over her mouth. "Ben! You're in love!" she giggled playfully. When he didn't respond, she continued, "I remember how it was with you and Jackie. You used to come home all dreamy-eyed, and not talk to anybody. Mom used to tell me to leave you alone, and I never understood why until you brought Jackie home." Ben had to smile at his sister's obvious delight at her discovery. She had been nagging him now for over a year to snap out of his funk and find a woman to make him happy. Every time a woman called the house, she asked the inevitable question, "Is she the one?" Ben had rather enjoyed making her guess about them, but she always knew instinctively that he was faking it. Now, without having heard a voice or seen a face, she had hit the nail on the head. It must be because at heart Anne was a romantic through and through. Under other circumstances, she would have been thrilled to hear about him and Bronwyn. Correction: there was no him and Bronwyn, there was just him wishing he could add Bronwyn to the picture. "Lost you again I see," Anne said, bringing him back to the moment. "Sorry, little sis. I guess I am preoccupied today." He followed her out of the gym. Only yesterday morning, he had watched as Bronwyn rode the stationary bike, then lifted some weights, did a few stretches and packed up to go. Only yesterday morning, he had invaded her space, so she would recognize him the next time she saw him. Only yesterday morning, he found himself face to face with the woman who he knew now would haunt him for the rest of his life. "Tomorrow's the last day before the big event," he said. "I'll be good tomorrow," he promised. "See you for lunch?" "Where are you going?" Anne asked. "For a drive," he said. "I need to clear my head." He waved a hand at her and they parted in the lobby. He walked out to his silver BMW, and sat in the driver's seat for a long time before he drove off. He didn't know where he was going, but he knew he had to clear his head, make a plan. He remembered how Bronwyn had felt in his arms (was it only a few hours ago?), her whole body shaking with desire. He had held her in his arms and she had felt so right there. She belonged to him, as surely as if they were already married to each other. His heart had hurt him as he hugged her, feeling the depth of her regret, knowing he could do nothing to make it better. Yet he was grateful for it because it allowed him to hold her close to him, to feel her unresisting body, to inhale her scent, to love the feel of her. He didn't know where to turn, what to do. He drove aimlessly around for more than two hours, taking turns, driving in and out of neighborhoods, getting on and off the highway, until he found himself in the city, by the river. He pulled into a lay by, parked and got out of the car. Walking to the stone wall by the river, he looked unseeingly over the water to the other shore. He wanted Bronwyn, he needed her, and she was even further out of his reach today than she had been yesterday. He'd never get her now. He laughed under his breath, a harsh, painful laugh, as he contemplated the irony of his situation. He would never have her as long as Alex was around and, because he'd been an impulsive fool, he'd never get her if he wasn't. "Damn!" he cursed, fisting his hands at his sides. "Damn, damn, damn!" He turned his back on the river and threw himself back into his car. He knew he shouldn't drive when he was this upset, but he couldn't sit still, and he thrust the car back into the traffic almost recklessly. When the police cruiser stopped him, he cursed again, another vulgar expletive he had not used since his early youth. "Good morning, sir!" the officer said coolly. "Do you know how fast you were going?" "No," Ben answered shortly, reining in his anger and frustration. He took out his license and registration before the man could ask for them and thrust them at him. The officer looked at him, and seemed to sense the turmoil whirling around inside him. He took the proffered items, but said, without looking at them, "I'm sure you know it's best not to drive when you're upset, sir!" Getting no response from Ben, he glanced down at the license and looked in surprise again at the man whose hands were gripping the steering wheel convulsively. "Doc, are you all right?" Ben looked up, and thought he recognized the man standing at his window, looking at him with concern in his gray eyes. "Joe Marcus, sir. You delivered my twins a month ago. They were very sick when they were born," he finished up, trying to jog Ben's memory. "I remember," Ben said at last. "How's your family, Officer?" "They're good, sir, thanks to you!" the man replied, his face wreathed in smiles. He handed Ben his license and registration, then said, "Sir, it's none of my business, but whatever's got you driving like you were for the last ten miles will get you killed, or locked up. Take it easy, sir! The next cop won't be so forgiving." He tipped his hat, smiled briefly, and walked away. Ben watched the officer get back into the police cruiser, and took several steadying breaths, willing himself to calm down, before he merged back into the traffic and headed back to the hotel. The rest of the weekend passed in a haze for Ben. He managed to keep it together to get Anne prepped for the triathlon, and had also, he didn't quite know how, stopped himself a hundred times from biting off the head of anyone unfortunate enough to cross his path on Sunday. Anne had placed in the middle of the standings, overall, but she was happy, since she placed higher this year than last, and her company had a pool going the proceeds of which would go to the cancer research group who was the recipient of this year's fund-raising efforts. His thoughts went to Jackie, as he drove Anne back to her home. She would have wanted him to move on by now, and he had tried, but no one had sparked even a flicker before Bronwyn Kerr. She was as unlike Jackie as night was from day. Where Jackie had been very fair-skinned and blue-eyed, Bronwyn was a sultry caramel color, and sloe-eyed. Jackie's diminutive size, both in height and weight were a stark contrast to Bronwyn's tall, Junoesque stature. Jackie had had a high, girlish voice. Bronwyn's voice was deep, sexy, like melting chocolate. Jackie had been a stay-at-home mom for most of their marriage, while Bronwyn was a teacher with many years of experience. The only thing they seemed to have in common was the steely flint of their souls, which hid a passionate heart, a heart that only he was could reach. He sighed. That wasn't strictly true. He was not the only one who could reach Bronwyn's passionate heart. She had a husband. Suddenly his mind went back to her words the last time they spoke to each other, when she had asked him how he would feel if some man made a move on Jackie. He wondered if that had ever happened, and if it had, how Jackie had reacted. He knew, though, that if Jackie had found herself attracted to another man the way Bronwyn seemed to be to him, he would have known. She had not been able to hide her emotions from him in all their years together, and he would have sensed her turmoil, as she struggled with feelings of guilt and desire. He had now put Bronwyn in the same position, and it galled him to know he could be such a heel. And yet, he couldn't quite bring himself to feel sorry for the desire he felt for her, or the kisses he had shared with her. She was firmly lodged in his heart, in his mind, and he didn't want her to leave. She was his gold standard, and he knew instinctively that there wouldn't be anyone else but her. He turned off the highway and drove through the quiet neighborhood streets till he got to Anne's house, and he stopped at the curb. There was a car in her driveway. "Dan's back!" Anne said brightly. "He called and I told him I'd be home in a couple of hours. Coming in, love?" She looked keenly at Ben as she asked the question, but he shook his head. "No, Annie! I think I'll head home." He opened his door to help her with her luggage. "Stay, then, love! I can handle this." His sister reached over to kiss his cheek, and said, before she got out of the car, "Ben, if you ever need to talk..." She left the sentence unfinished, and got out, closing the door behind her. He watched as she pulled her case from the trunk and pulled it behind her up the short driveway to her front door. She turned to wave at him, and he smiled, despite his heavy heart, and backed up. Anne and Dan had the kind of relationship he missed, and now wished he could have again with Bronwyn, another man's wife. He drove slowly down the long avenue, and wished he had something planned for the rest of the day, anything to take his mind off his troubles. An hour more, and he was driving up his own long, curving driveway. For the first time in four years, he felt forlorn and lonely. He sat in the car, trying to decide whether he should park it and call it a day, or go to the club and find a partner for racquetball. He couldn't decide, and finally opened the garage door and drove the car in. He closed the door and walked into his mudroom just as the phone rang. "Dr. Mandeville," he said automatically into the one at his left hand on the wall. "Ben, it's Joe Parisi. I know you just got back from out of town, but I wonder, would you mind making a fourth for diner tonight. Jan's back in town and we said we'd take her out." Jan was Joe's wife Maria's little sister, whom Ben had met before. A pleasant enough woman, she ignited nothing more in him than a desire to laugh at her antics as she had tried to snare his attention. She was pretty, but not interesting enough to him to warrant any further attempts on his part to get to know her any better. So he was reluctant to agree, knowing how he had come away feeling exhausted from their one and only date. He opened his mouth to refuse, and then thought about the night ahead of him. Maybe he needed a good dose of mindless entertainment to take his mind of Bronwyn. "Sure, Joe! Okay, not a problem!" He knew he didn't sound particularly enthusiastic, but he wasn't going to pretend an interest he didn't feel. He listened as Joe gave him directions to the restaurant they would meet at, ad told him what time to be there. He rang off, and walked into his kitchen. Since he was going out to dinner, he only needed a snack now. He took two apples from the fridge and went to sit on his back porch. The sky was clear blue, and he waited to feel his heart soar the way it always did when he looked at the beauty of Nature around him. Nothing happened. He polished off both apples and lay back on the lounger, thinking about how he needed to go get his dog, and how he needed to restock the fridge. He didn't know when he fell asleep. He woke when the evening grew chilly around him, and looked at his watch. Damn! He only had an hour to get ready and be at the restaurant. He cursed silently as he hurried indoors to prepare for an evening outing he really didn't want to go on. By the time he made it to the restaurant, he was in a poor frame of mind to tolerate much. He saw the trio waiting for him at the front and he hurried over, extending his hand to Joe. "Sorry I'm late, Joe!" He turned to hug Maria, and smiled at Jan. "I fell asleep on the patio." "How is Annie?" Joe asked, leading the way into the restaurant. "She's fine, thanks! She was happy to be done with the triathlon this year, as was I!" When they were seated, he continued, "She placed in the middle, which is better than last year, so her company will be matching the funds they collected in the pool." He turned to Maria and smiled. "How's the new job?" "So much better, thanks, Ben! You've no idea how much I appreciate what you did for me!" Her voice was warm, her eyes glowing. Ben laughed. "Oh, I think I do!" he said, remembering how she had almost strangled him when she heard she had been chosen to be the executive secretary to the vice president of the company where she worked. There was an awkward silence, and Ben groaned inwardly as he turned to do the polite thing. "And how have you been, Jan?" he asked Maria's sister, forcing himself to smile at her. She was a thin woman, tall, with a pretty face and sparkling brown eyes. She turned to smile at him, and Ben noticed for the first time that she had a faraway look in her eyes. "I've been very well, thank you, Dr. Mandeville!" she answered, and that dreamy look found an echo in her voice. Ben turned to look questioningly at Joe, and felt his heart stop. Bronwyn was sitting across the restaurant from his table with a woman. She was facing his direction, but she was talking animatedly with her friend, and did not see him. It would only be a matter of time, though, before she did. His mouth went dry, and he could feel the eyes of his companions on him, and he realized his mouth was open. "What's up, pal? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Joe's voice penetrated his haze, and he swallowed before replying. "No, no, just thought I saw someone I knew." Ben kept his eyes averted, and picked up the menu. He let his eyes wander over the wine list, though he suddenly felt the need for something stronger. When the waiter came to take their drink order, he asked for a whisky sour. He listened to his friends chatter, but he was as aware of Bronwyn sitting across the room as if she were sitting across the table from him. His hands shook slightly when he picked up his drink, and he fought to steady them. He had no intention of giving away anything of his feelings to present company. "Kids back in college, then?" Maria asked him, sipping her drink. "Another week," he said. "but they're all set, and I'll be happy to have the house to myself again!" He forced a short laugh, though it sounded strained even to his ears. He hazarded a glance in Bronwyn's direction, and saw that she was looking his way. He ducked his head behind the menu, on the pretext of trying to read the fine print on the page. His relief when the waiter came and stood in front of him was immense. He waited till the others had placed their orders, even though he knew what he wanted, to delay the moment when he would again be exposed to the room, and to Bronwyn. He chuckled inwardly as he thought of how ridiculous he was being. Yet he recognized a confusion of feelings -- a reluctance to renew an acquaintance that would only cause them both pain, and a fervent desire to get up close and personal with her. He forced himself to relax, and looked around the large room. The lighting was muted, the crowd growing larger by the hour, and by the time their food arrived, he could look at her without appearing to do so, and hope she continued to ignore his side of the room. The food was delicious, and as it turned out, the company was more than tolerable, because Jan was no longer interested in snagging his undivided attention. She seemed to have developed other interests, for which he was profoundly grateful. He gladly listened to her describing the work she had been doing as a gardening consultant for a wealthy client, smiled in all the appropriate places, and apparently made the correct noises, because no one remarked on his wandering attention. Forbidden Ch. 04 He knew the minute she saw him, though. He was listening to Joe and Maria sharing a funny story from their early years together when the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. He looked up, and felt her eyes on him before his eyes met hers. She flushed deeply and looked away, and he felt as though he had been pole-axed. He swallowed some water, and cleared his throat, which remained dry. "Excuse me!" he said, and stood up. "I'll be right back!" He walked in her general direction, not knowing what he would do once he got to her table, but when he did, she had disappeared. He spared a glance for the woman she was with and saw she was an older version of Bronwyn. Her mother? An aunt? He couldn't spare another thought to that, but wound his way around to the restrooms, hoping to meet her coming out. She was just emerging from the ladies room when he walked around the corner. Their eyes collided, and Ben felt his breath hitch in his throat. She was the most beautiful sight he had seen since the last time he had seen her. She wore a silk pantsuit, red with black trim, high heeled black pumps, and pretty red earrings. Her eyes glowed at him in the dim light, and he reached for her, unable to stop his impulse to touch her. "Hi!" He couldn't for the life of him think of anything else to say. She smiled, a small, shy smile. "Hi!" she replied, remaining perfectly still, as though she hoped he would remove his hand from her arm. "How are you?" He brushed his thumb over the spot where it rested on her arm. "I'm fine, thank you!" Her voice sounded strangled, as though she were choking. He stared at her for a long moment, wishing he could kiss her breathless, and show her that he had not forgotten one second of their brief time together. But she was still a married woman, and he had broken his word once. He would not do it again. As if finally realizing that he was touching her, he dropped his hand and stepped aside. "I guess you need to get back to your friend!" he said, his voice husky. "She's my mother!" she answered. "And yes, I have to get back to her." She looked up into his eyes and he saw a shadow of some emotion that she hid from him. She licked her lips, and he barely managed to stop himself from claiming her mouth right then. He stepped away from her, as she said, "It's been very nice to see you again. I have to go now, Ben!" The sound of his name on her lips wound him even more tightly than he already was, and he took a deep breath to steady himself. He felt the desire he had for her welling up inside him, and he knew his eyes told his story. "It's so very good to see you, too, Bronwyn! You're beautiful as ever! And I..." He stopped. If she could control the emotions she was clearly feeling, so could he. He eyed her full lips, and then raised his eyes to hers, telling her without words what he wanted. He watched her blush, and felt himself growing hot. "Bye!" she said, her voice hoarse, and turned away, holding herself erect. He watched her walk away from him, and turned into the men's room, not because he needed to be there, but because he needed the space to let out the breath he'd been holding, and to screw up his courage to go back and face his friends. She would be in his direct line of vision for the rest of the evening, until either he or she left. What sweet torture! He didn't know how he felt, then, when he got back to his table and saw that she was gone. He swore inwardly, and felt the ache he had when he got home return full force. He couldn't bear it, and he couldn't stay there another minute. "Hey, guys, I'm sorry, something's come up, and I have to leave!" He looked Joe in the eye as he made his excuses, and then turned to Maria and Jan. "Sorry ladies! But it's been a very pleasant evening!" He looked back at Joe, and added, "I'll call you!" Although it was still early when he got home, Ben stripped, took a shower, and sprawled naked across his king-sized bed. The cool air chilled him, but he bore it, as his thoughts of Bronwyn heated him from the inside out. He felt his body stirring as he thought of her as she looked in that red suit, and thought of stripping her to her beautiful soft skin. How would she feel under him? What would make her cry out for him? He saw her face, suffused with color as he kissed her, and felt her mouth on his, her tongue stroking his, her breath warming his face. He woke with a start when the clock radio blared on...it was morning, but he was not ready to jump back in. The loneliness of his bed was suddenly more than he could bear, the emptiness of his arms more painful. God, she wasn't here! He made himself get up, throw on a ratty old robe and walk downstairs for the morning ritual. Make the coffee, wash his face and brush his teeth in the powder room off the garage, then toast a half a bagel, spread bitter on it, bite into an apple, pour himself a cuppa, watch the news while he ate. He was due in his office at nine, but the clock on the wall said 5:40. Almost three more hours before he needed to get dressed. He forced himself to watch the news, then changed channles to watch a show on Discovery about endangered species. *************** In her own kitchen an hour away, Bronwyn sipped hot chocolate and thought about the man whom she had thought gone from her life forever. She'd seen him again far sooner than planned, and he was just as lethal to her self-control and libido as he had been at the hotel. She had wanted him to seduce her with his words, with his touch, with his lips, but she knew he was holding himself in check, trying not to break the promise he had made. She knew she ought to be glad he had exercised such restraint in the restaurant, but she wished he had forgotten himself just a little. Maybe she would see him again... She shivered at the thought... Forbidden Ch. 04 Dear Reader, I am truly overwhelmed by the support and encouragement i have received over this story. Thank you all so so much, I'm really bouncing off the walls when you all tell me how much you enjoy it!! * Harriot wasn't sure what it was about the sight of him standing there glistening with sweat. The strength of the emotions that stirred inside of her was like getting hit by lightning, and struck down by the gods for her traitorous mind. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and ran her tongue along its softness in a nervous gesture. He had noticed how she stared at him and he stared back at her without blinking. Oozing with confidence she didn't share, she was convinced the edges of his lips had tilted upwards with his amusement, so she looked away. Her attraction to him was inappropriate and confusing. Never before had she stared at a man with such unbridled desire. She did not even understand that desire, and it was useless for her to try to. When he stood there looking like that, she couldn't think of anything at all. Beneath her feet, she could feel the steady thrum of men working hard to maneuver the ship away from the dock. Harriot's stomach lurched and her heart throbbed painfully as her eyes drifted from the object of her desire, and onto land. How long had they been docked and she hadn't noticed. It could've been minutes, hours, or even most of the night. She could feel him watching her, any moment now he was expecting her to become delirious. But what use was there? It wouldn't help her any. She couldn't swim, so she wasn't about to spontaneously throw herself over board. If only she had woken sooner, she might have been able to manage her way onto land. She could have gotten away; except last night had taken its toll on her body. Even now as she stood there looking out over the bustling dock, heading back into that small dark room was all too tempting. At least there, she could close her eyes and forget about everything. A command ricocheted off the wood of the ship. It was Ivar barking orders at the other men in his own language. He was thoroughly in his element as he navigated the ship further and further away from the dock. In the distance, she could see a steady stream of smoke rising from the roofs of the houses. There was the faintest orange glow pouring out into the street from the shop windows. The smells of fresh fish mingled with the saltiness of the sea. An unusual feeling of calm had settled over her. It probably had everything to do with the relief of knowing these men weren't about to hurt her for no reason. If they had wanted to do that, they would have done it already. They wouldn't have helped her last night either, because it would have been easy enough for them to just walk away from her. Especially when they realized they weren't about to capture her father, or get any of the information they needed on Ivar's brother. That still left the question of why they had taken her with them. It made absolutely no sense to her at all. It still scared her to think that their motives were to keep her in one piece after all. Perhaps they were going to treat her the same way they felt Ivar's brother was being treated. They would make a slave out of her. Her mind didn't want to think of what that might actually entail, and the deeper her thoughts became with her speculation, the more frightening the situation was becoming. Letting curiosity get the better of her, Harriot busied herself with other things, the same way as the men around her busied themselves with the tasks they had to do. She had to take her mind from the fear bubbling about in her veins. No good would come from her simmering on all the little details of what could be, and what was. Ivar had turned his attention back to the ship. In his hands, he held a bucket that was tied to some rope that he was lowering it to the men beneath them through the hatch. Wandering over to the side of the ship, Harriot risked another glance in Ivar's direction to see if he was watching her. His attention was still firmly fixed on what he was doing. Harriot took advantage of that moment alone. She leaned her body over the side to take a look at the water as it brushed the edges of the hull. The wind caught her hair, and the black strands frayed and twisted. The smells of the sea, the cold sensation that kicked up from the water even at her height, was intoxicating and unexplainable. It was a sensation she would never forget. The beauty of it as that water frothed and skimmed outwards from the edges of the ship, was overwhelming. The ship rocked back and forth with the current of the sea. It's movement would take forever for her to get used to. It was like walking on a platform that was constantly unbalanced. The faintest bit of color caught her eye as she dangled herself on the side of the ship weightlessly. She leaned over and captured it in the palm of her hand. It was a bright yellow flower that had somehow managed its way between the slats of wood. The soft texture of its petals rubbed against the pads of her fingers. It was beautiful and as light as a feather while resting in her palm. How something so fragile and beautiful could end up on the ship was unexplainable. The wind must have carried it when the ship had been docked, and it had somehow managed to get itself tangled up in her world. A prisoner, just as she was, except she was now the one that held the flower captive. It was the same way that these men now controlled every aspect of her life. She set it free over the edge, and watched as the wind swiped it from her fingers. It carried it towards the water, before the yellow petals came to rest gently atop the current. It had moved just like a snowflake would as it fell from the great height of the heavens. It was swerving and dancing just before it came to rest, where eventually its beauty would fade away. The water turned it over, and drowned it with the force of its current. Only to be helped by the rippling froth of the waves caused by the ship as it glided past then it was gone. It was nowhere to be seen in the dark blue swell of water. It made her sad, because it reminded her of how quickly her life had also been turned over. Nothing and no one was familiar to her, which was slowly becoming more frightening as time passed. "Excuse me" His resonant voice brought her abruptly back to the present. The Viking that spoke to her looked younger in the sunlight, than he had when she had seen him last night. He had the biggest brown eyes she had ever seen, short dark brown hair and a scar to his left cheek. He couldn't have been any more than ten and eight. The sheer manliness of him outweighed most of the men she had met in her lifetime. He was so much taller than her, he must have weighed at-least three of her, but it was solid muscle and bone with a little pudginess around the edges. "Miss...You're in my way." She stared up at him blankly, before it dawned upon her what he was saying. She was in his way... and not only was she in his way but she was staring at him, wondering why he had looked at her so expectantly. "Oh... oh I'm sorry." "Don't stand there." She had stepped out of his way what more did he want from her? "What? Why?" "It's dangerous." "How is it da -" A large hand fixed itself around her upper arm. He pulled her forward swiftly and with ease just as the ship rocked violently. His balance was perfect upon the slippery wood beneath their feet, and he steadied her with a grin. Her mouth dropped open as the words died on her tongue. He had known that would happen and without him she would have ended up over the side. He tilted his head forward as he gave Harriot a slight nod, before a toothy grin spread the expanse of his face. "It is fate... Stand some where you shouldn't... And something will knock you off your feet." Why hadn't she thought of that? It was common sense for crying out loud. But yet, it hadn't occurred to her once. Perhaps that was why her uncle had never wanted her to board a ship. He had known how dizzy she was. Also, how much worse she would become on a vessel that never stayed still. She watched as he placed some nets upon the deck, before he raised himself to his full height and looked down at her disheveled form. He let her go, but seemed to brace himself as though he was waiting for her to lose her balance again. This time Harriot knew better, so she stepped away from that dreaded spot, and away from him. "Thank you." "It's quite alright." Turning to look at him, she couldn't suppress how fascinated she was by his soft voice. He was so big...so monstrous. Beautiful...but deadly. His voice didn't suit his body, which no doubt he had already heard many times before. "I'm Teare." He gave her a gentle heartfelt smile, and Harriot felt her resistance melt a little, so she reluctantly offered him her own name. "Harriot." "Look out!" The sound of his voice morphed into something new. Nervously she swerved and looked around for whose way she was in this time. A jarring force across the back of her shoulders hit the air clean out of her lungs. She yelped and grabbed automatically for the covering on her arm, which throbbed with her sudden movements. Harriot braced her hands out before her body, and she tried her hardest to stop the forward motion as she headed back towards the side of the ship. Her stomach hit its hardness, and on a grunt, she felt her body tip forward violently. The scream that skittered its way past her lips was deafening even to her own ears. She thought this was going to be the end. She would end up in the sea without the slightest clue on how to swim. Something flashed at the corner of her eye, and she didn't have time to see fully what it was. Then the rough fingers of a strong hand burned her skin with the force used to secure her and drag her backwards. Her body went limp like she was nothing more than just dead weight. The other arm circled and came to rest just below her breast. She was incredibly relieved not to end up over the edge of the ship. However, the sheer disaster of these past few days was starting to get the better of her. She was tired, and she was sore without adding the very near death experiences of the past few days. The worst part was she had tried her hardest these past few hours not to let everything get the better of her. Now it just seemed too much and her anger bubbled over into tears. She spun viciously on the person who held her. She had every intention of giving them a piece of her mind, but when she came face to face with Ivar, the words died on her tongue. She swiped at a tear as it streamed along her cheek. She wasn't sure how much more she could take of this. She hadn't wanted to show him how upset she was. Yesterday she had refused point-blank to let him see that weakness in her. Now she had no control over the emotions that were rushing to the surface. "You stay away from him!" A girl yelled from behind Ivar and jabbed her finger in Harriot's face. Harriot was so stunned she had a double take. She thought she would be relieved that she wasn't the only female among these men, but now she just wanted to scream. Harriot's face hardened as she set her shoulders defiantly. She had no clue, what this woman was going on about, or who she was trying to warn Harriot from. The girl was getting more and more agitated by the second, and Ivar put some distance between them. Nonetheless, that didn't stop her from taking a swing at Harriot from behind Ivar, and her hand brushed against Harriot's cheek. Normally, Harriot would do the responsible thing by telling the girl she had no idea what she was on about, and walk away. But Harriot was as angry and upset, and instead of doing that she found herself taking a swing for the girl too. Ivar, caught between the middle of them fought for control of the situation. With each of them equally upset and determined it would take a lot more than a demanding voice to tear them apart. He braced an arm between them and shoved them both apart, he was yelling at them to stop. And Harriot would have if she were sure this girl wouldn't try to push her over board again. "I don't know what you're on about!" Harriot hissed through gritted teeth exasperated. "You know exactly what I'm on about!" The girl yelled back and grabbed a fistful of Harriot's hair "He's done nothing but watch you since you arrived!" Who? Harriot wondered as she grunted and grabbed a hold of the fist that was tangled in her hair. The only people who had paid attention to her were Ivar, Teare and the old man. She yelped as the girl twisted and wrenched. She was putting all of her weight behind her grasp, and the pain moving through Harriot's scalp was unbearable. Harriot was convinced she would rip the strands out before she would let go. Her scalp burned hotter and hotter by the second. Then she suddenly fell backwards where her hair was released, the other girl was sent tumbling to the floor. "Now that's enough!" Ivar bellowed. He was furious, so furious that Harriot's skin crawled at the thought of how he would deal with them for their out bursts. She backed away as the girl got to her feet. Harriot bumped into Teare's chest, who stood behind her. His face was full of concern but his attention quickly moved from Harriot to Ivar who stood directly in front of Harriot now. "You! Under deck" He yelled at the tall girl with red fiery hair. Harriot ran her fingers over her scalp, the area was sore, but she was still more concerned with the girl who glared at her from where she stood. Ivar stepped forward and rested a hand against her shoulder before he shoved her in the direction of the steps to below deck. Then he turned to Harriot who stood still in shock. Her cheeks were burning from rage. She hurt enough without people adding to her injuries. She had known him no less than fifteen hours, and if the state of her was anything to go by, she was convinced she wouldn't last until the end of the week. "What is wrong with you?!" Ivar asked as he glared down his nose at her. Harriot was taken back. She had not done anything, and had certainly not started that fight. She had not tried to push anyone into the sea. She probably never would, unless she attacked her again, for no reason, then she might. Teare stepped around Harriot and went to intervene, but Harriot raised a hand to silence him. She appreciated that he had probably seen everything but Ivar looked extremely angry. She didn't think anyone deserved to take the brunt of that anger. "She attacked me, and tried to push me over the side. What did you expect me to do? Just stand there?" She could feel the familiar prickle of salty tears at the back of her eyes. Her emotions were flowing freely now as everything was overwhelming her, but crying wasn't something she wanted to do right now. She had not done anything wrong, and she didn't understand why he couldn't see that. "So you are telling me you wouldn't react if someone attacked you and tried to shove you in the sea?" Harriot asked as she shook her head, because she knew he would, and everyone else did too. "I am not the captive here, you are. My family didn't abandon me, they were taken from me!" His words stung. To her it did not matter whether she was a captive or not. She didn't deserve to have her life put at risk for something she hadn't done. On the other hand, she had never been someone's captive before. So how was she supposed to know who was allowed to beat up on them or not. His face softened when he realized his words had been harsh and unnecessary. She thought he might apologize as his lips parted to let out a heavy sigh. She then realized that she really didn't care, she didn't know why she had cared in the first place. Or had even thought of him as different from any other man, in-fact he was just like them, impulsive and hurtful. She turned away from him. She really did not have time for anything he might say. She knew she risked angering him further by walking away, but she just had to. She didn't see why she should have to prove herself to him, when there were enough witnesses about to confirm her story. What had made him think she was capable of picking out a random person and just attacking them? For such a beautiful person, he was really starting to look very ugly from this angle. He went to stop her as she moved from him, whom she had expected. What she hadn't expected was for Teare to stop him before he could catch hold of her. She didn't really have much interest in what they were saying, so she chose specifically not to listen. She blanked the tones of their voices from her mind. She headed toward the front of the ship. She leaned against the side and her body slid downwards until she sat on the roughened deck. The tunic covered her legs completely as she brought her knees up to her chest. She had every intention of hugging them and not moving for the next few hours, but the dragon buckle caught her attention. She ran her thumb over it lovingly just like Ivar had done the first night he had put it upon her. The red-jeweled eyes reflected the light and cast a warm glow over the lower half of her body. She couldn't help but wonder what the significance of the dragon was, or why it had red jeweled eyes instead of green or blue. She sighed and leaned her head back against the side of the ship. She couldn't get what he had said out of her mind. The reality was, she was a captive now whether she liked it or not, and she had tried to escape but had just not managed it. She had to let some things go, and just accept that her situation was not about to change any time soon. It astonished her that he too had been so surprised by his own words. If his words were in-fact nothing other than the truth, which they were, wouldn't that make what he said less surprising? Did it have something to do with his brother? Maybe she reminded him too much that his brother was missing. That or he knew how his brother would feel about having the word 'captive' rubbed in his face. "You must not take it to heart." Teare's voice spoke softly over the wind. He had lowered it so that it was meant for her ears only. "I don't, after all it is what I am now." He nodded but he didn't take his eyes off of her. "Are you alright?" "I'm alive." She said with a shrug, trying to feign indifference that her body just didn't feel. She was not ok, not by any means. But she didn't have the luxury to wallow on all of her misfortunes. Things had gone from one disaster to another, but she was still alive, and she should be grateful for that. She stopped playing with the dragon buckle. She was afraid that Teare might see her fondness of it. It was the only item that reminded her that there was still beauty in the world. It was also the closest she had come to receiving a gift in years, even though it was not hers to keep. "He really didn't mean for it to come out quite like that." Harriot looked at Teare, it seemed to really matter to him that Ivar had upset her. He cared about what Harriot would think of Ivar now, even though her opinion was insignificant. She shrugged again, because she really did not know what to say. She refused to forgive him. If he didn't care about hearing her out then why should she care about him? "He hasn't had it easy. He's hurting over the loss of his brother and the loss of his wife." Wife? Ivar was married? "Loss?" "His brother was taken, we don't know if he is alive or not. His wife -" Teare paused and swallowed. "She's dead." Harriot's mouth dropped open ever so slightly. She didn't know whether to believe him, but what he said made little bits of sense to her. Other than the kiss of course, but then that was irrational and impulsive. For all she knew it was probably more to settle and numb his Ivar's mind from her questions, rather than stunning her to silence like he had hoped. Her next clue would be the attention he had paid to her injury. Maybe she was just looking too much into it all. Forbidden Ch. 04 "How?" "They killed her." She watched as Teare looked down at his hands. She didn't know or like these men, but she hoped with all of her heart that her father had played no part in Ivar's wife's death. Forbidden Ch. 05 Chapter V -- Ante Up Thursday Jill and Tommy spent the early morning together. Tommy's mom, Connie, was returning from her seminar around noon, so the two lovers would soon have less time together. They'd have to take care to conceal their affair from a mother that simply wouldn't understand. They sat at the kitchen table, talking, just before he left. "You do remember that I'm going out with the guys tonight, don't you," he asked. "Yep," she answered. "Are you up to anything in particular?" "Just hanging out," he replied. "Guy stuff." "Guy stuff, huh. I know all about guy stuff. You're not dumping the old broad next door already, are you?" she pouted playfully. "No chance of that," he smiled. "Hey," Jill beamed suddenly, a playful look in her eyes. "How about I hang out with the guys, also?" "Sorry," Tommy answered. "Like I said, this is guy stuff. You'd be too much of a distraction. Besides, how could we talk trash about our old ladies with you around?" he teased. Ten o'clock saw Tommy heading home to clean the house up before his mom got home, not that it was all that messy, since he hadn't spent much time there. After he left, Jill took a short nap before heading off to the gym for a workout, followed by a relaxing stay in the hot tub and a nice hot shower. On the way home, she picked up a movie to entertain herself with that night. At around 6 o'clock, she called Connie to welcome her home. At first, she was a little nervous talking to Tommy's mom, but that quickly faded as she gossiped with her best friend. "I'll tell you, Jill, that was the dullest seminar I've ever attended," Connie explained to Jill. "Boy am I glad to be home. Say, I don't suppose you'd be interested in taking the day off tomorrow and going on a little shopping excursion, would you." "I already have the day off," she answered. "But I thought you'd want to just stay home and relax tomorrow," Jill answered. "I've been sitting and relaxing all week. It's time to buy something," she declared. "Are you in?" "Sure, it sounds like fun. When do we leave?" "1 o'clock," Connie answered. * * * Before settling down with her movie and a glass of wine, Jill headed for her bedroom to change into something comfortable. She shed her shirt, jeans and bra before selecting one of the shirts Tommy had left -- a long sleeve blue oxford -- in lieu of her normal nightgown. As she rolled up the sleeves she thought, if she couldn't have him that night, she at least had his shirt. The shirt fit her more like a dress then a shirt, covering her panties on the sides and reaching halfway to her knees in the front and back. She left the top three buttons open, which displayed an ample amount of her braless bosom, if only someone was there to notice. It was around 9 o'clock when the movie ended. She'd finished her second glass of wine when she heard a knock on the front door. "I wonder who that could be," she said out loud, hoping it was Tommy. She opened the door wide enough to see not only Tommy, but three of his friends. "Hi, Tommy," she said. "What's going on?" "Hi, Jill," he said. "We were just hanging out, doing guy stuff, you know, when somebody suggested we play some poker. We all thought it was a great idea, but we needed a fifth player and a place to play. Knowing how much you like cards, I thought of you. I hope you don't mind." Jill hesitated. "Oh sure, it sounds like fun," she said at last, opening the door wider. "Come in and make yourself comfortable at the table. I'll just put on something more substantial and be right with you." "Oh, don't do that on our account," Tommy smiled. "You look great. And besides, it's not like we're anybody special, just the guys playing poker." "What the hell," she said reluctantly. "Would anyone like some wine? I'm afraid that's all I've got to offer besides pop and water. I'm sure you're all 21," she smiled knowingly at them as they filed into her house. "Hi Jill, I'm Todd," one of them said, stepping forward. "If you don't mind, we've got some beer in the car." "Sure Todd. There's plenty of room in the refrigerator." As Todd went out for the beer, Tommy introduced the other two guys as Dennis and Kevin. The guys settled in at the table while Jill put the beer away, serving one to each of them, and poured herself another glass of wine. She grabbed a deck of cards and set them on the table. "What are we playing for?" she asked. Tommy smiled at her. "We'll start with quarter maximum and go from there." Jill disappeared into her bedroom, re-emerging moments later with a bag full of change. She sat opposite Tommy, between Dennis and Todd. She grabbed the cards and shuffled them briefly. "First Jack deals," she said as she turned one card in front of each of them until Tommy got the deal. The first few hands progressed quickly. During that time, she caught Tommy's eyes with hers and gave him a questioning look. He simply smiled back at her, saying nothing. "Anybody want another beer?" she asked. "Or maybe some nuts?" There was a chorus of yeas for the beer and nuts. She opened the refrigerator door and, bending deeply at the waist, grabbed a couple of beers and delivered them to the guys. She repeated the procedure for the other two beers. Next, she moved to the cupboard which contained the peanuts. To the pleasure of all the guys, who at this point were watching her intently, the peanuts were on the top shelf of the cupboard. Jill stretched to reach them, in the process raising her shirt high enough to offer a clear view of the side of her panties and her waist, and held the pose a bit longer than necessary. The rapt attention the guys were paying her was not lost on Jill. In fact, thanks in no small part to the wine she'd consumed, she was reveling in it. The stretching for the peanuts had been purposefully exaggerated. After all, why not? Why else had Tommy come by that evening? Surely, not just to play cards. As the game progressed and the beer and wine flowed, Jill got bolder. She made a point of keeping her posture erect, allowing her tits to stand out in front of her. She found reasons to lean over or stretch, revealing as much of her bosom as the guys cared to look at. And they cared to look at it all. Maybe it was the wine, or maybe it was Tommy. Or maybe it was just the slut in her. Whatever it was, she was enjoying how she felt. Whenever she caught Tommy's eye, he would nod slightly, and smile. Todd, sitting to Jill's right, was having a hard time keeping his hands off of her. Whenever she won a hand, he would touch her shoulder or put his hand briefly on her thigh and say "good hand" or "way to go." When she didn't win, he would touch her in the same manner, saying things like "too bad" or "maybe next time." After the last hand, he left his hand on her thigh longer than he had before, massaging it as she spread her legs slightly, making it easier for him to be bold. "I'll sit this hand out," Todd declared after he removed his hand from her thigh. He stood up and moved behind Jill. "Do you mind if I watch you play?" he asked her. "Not at all," she answered. "Maybe you'll learn something. Todd smiled as the other guys broke out laughing. Tommy dealt five card draw, a pair of Jacks or better to open. Todd put his hands on Jill's shoulders and began to massage them. She responded by rolling her shoulders, which served to further accentuate her breasts. Kevin was able to open for a quarter and everyone else called. Jill held two cards and drew three. When she looked at her cards, she saw a pair of aces. Kevin again opened the betting but, this time, Jill raised. The others folded and Kevin called. "A pair of aces," Jill declared. "Nice pair," Kevin said as she laid down her cards. Before she could rake in her winnings, Todd stopped her. "The way you've been prancing around here tonight, I think it's high time you showed your other pair." With that, he ripped open the front of Jill's shirt, exposing her beautiful tits, her nipples hard and pointed. Jill sat there, making no attempt to cover herself, instead staring right at Tommy. Tommy looked at her and smiled, giving an almost imperceptible nod of the head. Everyone sat silently for a moment. Jill spoke first. "I wonder if this pair is worth a raise," she said. She turned in her chair to face Todd, pulling him in front of her. She lifted her hand to his blue jean encased cock, squeezing it tenderly. "Yes, they are," she declared, smiling at Todd. With agonizing slowness, she unbuckled his belt and jeans. After easing down the zipper, she hooked her thumbs in his waist band and pulled down both his pants and underwear. Pushing her chair out of the way, she dropped to her knees in front of him and shrugged her shoulders, dropping her shirt completely to the floor, leaving her clad in only her panties. She pushed his shirt up his chest until he took over, ripping it over his head and throwing it to the floor, leaving him -- except for the pants bunched around his ankles -- naked before her. There was a deadly silence at the table as she took his cock in one hand and his balls in the other and began to caress them. Gently she caressed his balls while she stroked his cock. "You have a beautiful cock, Todd, and such a hard one" she smiled, never taking her eyes off it. "It must be 8 inches long. Do you mind if I suck it?" "Far be it for me to deny a lady's request," he responded. As Jill continued massaging his balls and stroking his cock, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue at its head. She stopped stroking and held him by the base of his manhood while she licked the underside of his weapon. Gently she nibbled on the sides, working up one side and down the other, all the while continuing to fondle his balls. She removed her head and looked up at Todd. "Take my cock, woman. Take my cock in your mouth and make me come. And if you're real lucky," he smiled, "you might get some more of this later." Dennis and Kevin hooted at Todd's comments, but Jill only smiled. "Yes, Todd," she answered. With that, she took the tip of his meat into her mouth, basting it with her tongue. She withdrew her mouth, only to attack again, taking more this time. Once more she withdrew from him, then she released her grip on his nuts, grabbed a butt cheek in each hand, and brought her mouth to his tip once more. This time she opened up, pulled him into her waiting mouth, and began bobbing her mouth back and forth on his cock. She felt his hands grab the back of her head and pull him into her deeper. She gagged as he filled her totally, but forced herself to continue as he began fucking her mouth. She could feel his urgency increase as she stepped up her oral assault. Finally, his whole body tensed up as he thrust desperately into her, filling her mouth with his cum. She swallowed most of it, but a few drops succeeded in dripping out of her lips. She released his cock, looked at him, and licked up the final few drops. Todd staggered backwards until he reached his chair, collapsing into it. Jill stood, faced the table, and slowly removed her panties. She looked at Dennis and Kevin, both just sitting there, dick's in hand, starring at her and wondering if it was all a dream. "Would you boys like a hand with that," she asked sweetly, dipping her left hand to her pussy, rubbing lightly. They hesitated briefly, looking at each other, before leaping out of their chairs. Dennis was out of his clothes in a shot, while Kevin went directly to Jill and let her undress him. Jill surveyed the room once more. Only Tommy remained clothed, while Todd was showing signs of making a quick recovery. She knelt before Dennis and Kevin, taking a cock in each hand and stroking them in harmony. She leaned over and took Dennis' meat in her mouth, bobbing her head on it. Then she then leaned to Kevin and repeated the procedure. She continued stroking each with her hand while she sucked on the other, alternating her attention between them, until she felt something behind her. What she felt was Todd, who had recovered enough to want to get back in on the action. He was lying on his back behind Jill, his head by her feet. Jill, getting the idea immediately, spread her thighs apart, allowing him to slide his head under her dripping pussy. "Oh yes, lick my pussy," she exclaimed as she felt his tongue dart into her. She momentarily forgot Dennis and Kevin until one of them took her head and guided it back to his cock. Once again, she started pounding on the two cocks before her with her hands, alternating her mouth between them. Todd, meanwhile, continued his assault on her center, alternating between sucking her love button and licking deep within the folds of her pussy. She felt his hands reach up from behind her and grab her tits, squeezing them roughly as his tongue continued to work on her pussy. She tried working on the other two cocks, but had trouble maintaining any real rhythm as she felt her orgasm building. And then Todd squeezed her nipples with his fingers, pulling on them hard as her body exploded. She removed her mouth from the cocks, no longer aware of anything but her exploding orgasm, and used them to maintain her balance, no longer making any pretense at the blow jobs she had started. She managed to regain her composure when the waves of pleasure finally began to subside. Todd had slid out from under her, but she still held Dennis and Kevin firmly in her hands. She released the boys, trying to catch her breath. But Dennis had other ideas as he moved behind her, knelt down and pushed her upper body gently forward until her hands rested on the floor in front of her. Automatically assuming the doggy position, she gasped when Dennis mounted her urgently and began pounding his manhood into her. The next thing she knew, Kevin's cock was directly in front of her face. She reached for it eagerly and took it in her mouth. She matched her rhythm on Kevin's cock with the rhythm of Dennis' cock in her pussy, and once again she felt the pleasure building within her as the boys fucked from both ends. "I'm cuming," she vaguely heard Dennis declare. She felt him pound his meat into her pussy, as he filled her with his cum. Then her second orgasm overtook her, just as Kevin slammed his cock into her waiting mouth and erupted. Instinctively, she tried to swallow his cum, but mostly failed, as it ran out of her lips and down her chin. When she felt Kevin and Dennis withdraw from her she tried to maintain her position so she could compose herself, but to no avail. Todd took her shoulders and helped her to her feet. She went along with him, unable -- or unwilling -- to resist him. He led her back to the table and bent her over it, leaving her upper body face down, her feet on the floor, and her ass and cunt perched at the edge of the table, available for the taking. She lifted her head slightly and saw Tommy sitting in front of her, smiling. He reached out and stroked her hair lovingly. Todd slipped behind her, sliding his fingers into her pussy, slowly fucking her like a little dick. Just as her body began reacting to this pleasure, he withdrew them and moved them to her ass. She heard herself gasp as he inserted one finger into her, moving it in and out, and around and around, trying to loosen her back door. She self another finger enter, then another, as they continued pumping her dark hole. She lifted her head and shoulders from the table, supporting herself on her elbows as she looked directly at Tommy. A moment later the fingers withdrew, only to be replaced by a large nob perched right at the gates of her darkness. As the nob pushed gently at her ass hole, she opened her hands to Tommy. He reached out to her, placing his hands in hers. When she felt Todd finally enter her she gasped, holding tightly to Tommy's hands. She felt him pumping his dick into her ass, little strokes at first until she became accustomed to him. Gradually he increased the length of his strokes until he was completely inside her. Then he began rocking his body into hers as she was overcome by pain, and by pleasure. She held Tommy's hand tightly as the violation of her ass continued. Surprisingly, it wasn't long before she felt a tingling deep within her, the onset of yet another orgasm, as Todd continued to pump her. When he at last began shooting his load, burying himself deep in her ass, Jill gasped at Tommy. "I'm cuming," she managed to mouth just before she was overcome again. Then she collapsed on the table and let her orgasm flow through her, releasing Tommy's hands, no longer aware of where she was, only that her body was being taken like it never had been taken before. Just as she felt Todd withdrawing from her, she passed out only to awake suddenly when her pussy was invaded by yet another cock. She came again. Instantly. * * * When she finally started coming around she was still lying on the table. As her head started to clear itself, she wondered, how many? She had lost track of how many orgasms she'd had and of how many times she'd been fucked. She vaguely remembered hearing herself say "no more, boys. No more." When she opened her eyes Tommy was still there, still dressed. She moved her head slightly one way, then the other. Nobody else was there. "Hi," she said. "How long?" "About 15 minutes. The guys just left. They wanted to hang around and make sure you were okay, but I thought it was better if they left." Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet, stumbled over to Tommy, and sat on his lap, her arms around his neck. "Thanks," she said. Tommy smiled at her, then placed his free arm under Jill's legs and stood up, lifting her naked body in his arms. She snuggled into his neck as he carried her to her bed, laid her down, covered her with the blankets, and kissed her forehead. He then returned to the kitchen, where he cleaned up the aftermath of the evening's activities. He looked in on her one more time, and then went quietly home. * * * * * * * Thanks for reading. As always, I look forward to your comments and suggestions. Forbidden Ch. 05 "Lina! There you are. Mother and Father are so worried. And upset, of course." Mira ran into the small room that Lakin had left the still quiet Lina. Dimly, Lina raised violet eyes to meet her sister's bright blue ones enough to recognize her before dropping them back to her folded hands and the bruises circling her wrists. Mira frowned, dropping gracefully next to her and trying to take those same hands. Her frown deepened as her usually lively sister just sat there, her hands lying limply in hers. "Lina? Talk to me, please. What happened?" she asked. Lina whimpered and threw herself into her sister's arms, a sob welling up in her throat. "I've done something wrong and terrible Mira. And now an innocent man is going to die because of it," she whispered. Mira ran a soothing hand over her long curls, frowning as she tries to figure out her sister's words. "Is this about the Drow in the dungeon?" she finally ventured. Lina wailed louder and clung even tighter to her. Mira let her go on in this vein for a few more moments before slowly drawing back and tilting her chin up. "Sister, you need to collect yourself. I can not help you if you do not tell me everything. And unfortunately, I don't know much more then that you are bruised all over and the person responsible is in the dungeon. Which, to my mind, is a good thing, but you are reduced to tears because of it," she said softly, her deep blue eyes meeting Lina's violet ones. "He didn't give them to me like they are trying to make it out to be. I was a willing participant in everything Mira. I seduced him; I wanted him to take me. I fell in love with him," she finished, her voice dropping to a whisper. Despair filled her face, a look Mira had never seen from her normally happy, confident older sister. Comprehension slowly started to dawn on her, but she still didn't understand why the Drow had been sent to the dungeons and why Lina looked as if she was losing the whole world. "There is more, yes?" she finally asked, when Lina looked as though she didn't want to continue. The older Fae nodded before drawing a deep breath and resting one hand on her belly. "I'm pregnant by him. Lakin is going to have him put to death because of it. And he is probably going to find a way for me to miscarry. He can not have a tainted wife. And I do not foresee such a man allowing me to carry to term and 'taint' the Fae line with something so dark. I am losing everything," she said, her voice flat and emotionless. Mira noticed her dark eyes closing down, and realized that Lina was slipping into a state of shock. Sitting back against the bed behind her, she gaped at her sister. She had dreamed of being with a non Fae. What girl hadn't? It wasn't expressly forbidden, but severely frowned upon. And never, in all the history of Karlin, had a Fae noble ever lingered with a lesser race. Much less bore their child, or professed love for it. And yet, here sat her older sister, the one who had always pushed the line and traditions, saying she loved a Drow, and was also with child by him. It all clicked into place, the horror of the situation leaving her speechless for many long moments. But she loved her sister to much to see the spark that was Lina die at the hands of an ancient lord who never understood the meaning of No before. Even if it meant seeing Lina disgraced, even possibly cast out, she would still help. After a few minutes of trying to formulate a plan, she rose and fetched a cup of water from the bowl on the stand beside the bed. Gently, she forced her sister to drink, softly murmuring that she would help. Lina slowly started to focus again on the world around her with the cool water and Mira's words. "You're going to help me? But Mira, Mother and Father won't approve. And..." She trailed off, biting her lip to keep from saying the mean truth that Mira had always been the good daughter. She had strove to get attention and approval from their parents her whole life. And now, she was sitting there, about to throw all of that work down the drain. "And I'm the good girl who doesn't do anything wrong," Mira finished, a wry grin curving her lips. Sighing softly, she shook her head, ebony curls swirling before falling back to frame her pixie-like face. "I could try to get their approval for the next century, or until I faded from this world. And I never would get it Lina. You and I both know that. All they care about is status in the Court. They want perfect daughters to parade and marry off. And I don't see how I could ever be perfect enough for them. I mean, if they ever thought to do to me what they did to you at dinner two nights ago, I would have done the same thing you did. And you are my sister, I love you, and I won't see them take happiness away from you," she finished, holding tightly to Lina's hands. The auburn beauty just shook her head in disbelief and resignation. "What do you think we can do?" she finally whispered, despair shining in her violet eyes. Mira chuckled softly and stood again, her bright blue wings mantling a little before settling back around her. "Don't you worry about it Lina. Let me see what I can find out and then we will work on a plan together. You just rest and eat for that babe and concentrate on fending off that wretched Lakin." With those words, she turned and left the room, winking confidently over her shoulder at her older sister. ~*~*~*~*~ Mira sauntered down the hallway towards the dungeon, now clad in one of her versions of her sisters clothing. While Lina favored the skimpy leaves of their pixie cousins, her preference was in the ribbons and gossamer that mortals envisioned Faes to wear. Her ample curves wore nothing more then what seemed to be a series of wide satin ribbons criss-crossed over her, covering strategic places of her anatomy. Hanging from her shoulders, sewn into the ribbons that curved over her shoulders lovingly, were gossamer pieces of fabric that hung down behind her arms like a second set of wings. The white ribbon and gossamer set off her ebony hair and bright blue eyes and wings to perfection, drawing the attention of the guards at the gate to the dungeon. "Jalrin and Tunrid, my two favorite guards," she purred, slowing her pace and making her hips sway even more. Her nipples hardened and thrust out against the ribbon covering them as their gazes heated and ran over her body hungrily. Coming to stop before them, she rested her weight on one leg, her opposite hip curving out even more. She rested one small hand on that same hip and toyed with a curl that rested above her nipple, drawing their attention to it even more. Hiding a smile of satisfaction, she watched them start to harden just from the sight of her. "I thought I'd come see what pulled you two away from the dining hall. I missed you both," she lied smoothly, a small pout of displeasure pursing her lips. Jalrin groaned softly and tightened his grip on his quarterstaff. Tunrid just grinned lazily back at her and shrugged one shoulder, his stance relaxing after checking to see if anyone else was around. "It's nothing to worry that pretty little head about Mira. Lakin brought a dark elf down here after catching him abusing one of the noble ladies. We're just here for show mainly," he answered, leaning closer to her and sniffing softly, getting even harder at the smell of her perfume that filled his nostrils. "Though, it is a wonderful pleasure to have such a beauty here to break up to monotony," he flattered, emerald eyes twinkling merrily. Mira chuckled softly, the low throaty sound racing through both men. Stepping closer to the two of them, she spread her wings open, hiding them from view as she rested one hand on each wide chest. "So glad to be of service then," she murmured, her hands sliding down to brush over their now hard cocks, fingers gently exploring the feel of each through the light material of their uniforms. Jalrin stiffened at the first touch of her hand and looked frantically at Tunrid, his desire for the raven haired Fae before him warring with his innate shyness and desire to do his duty. Tunrid, on the other hand just moaned and thrust his hips closer to her touch, his eyes closing to enjoy it even more. "What can I do to help you boys relax some? Since you have been given such a boring position tonight," Mira asked, concern dripping in her voice as her fingers explored those long hard bulges even more. She let her eyes wander over the two men, purring softly in delight at their hard bodies and handsome faces. But she found herself more drawn to Jalrin, his unruly shock of brown hair falling into his dark blue eyes in a way she found endearing and helplessly sexy. His large silver wings fanned out slightly in his agitation and caught her eye. He was gorgeous perfection, as beautiful to her as the spirit that made up the forest outside Karlin. Tunrid, with his green eyes and matching wings just seemed to pale in comparison next to him, though she was sure he captured many a Fae heart with that rakish smile of his. But, for her sister, she was willing to do anything to get the information she needed. And these two didn't seem to have much problem letting her get it in the age old way of women. The thought of taking both these men inside her had her wet in anticipation, her scent filling the air around her. Tunrid sniffed again, catching the new scent mixing with her perfume and grinned again. He leaned his quarterstaff against the wall behind him then stepped closer, wrapping one arm around Mira's slender waist and hauling her up against his body. "I think you know of a few ways little one," he murmured against her ear. His hips ground against hers as he lifted her off her feet and turned her around, setting her back against Jalrin's chest. The other lifted his arms and found himself cupping the full weight of Mira's breasts before he knew what had happened. Shocked for a moment, he paused, wondering if they had started to go too far. But Mira just moaned in pleasure and arched her back, pressing her breasts farther into Jalrin's hands as she wrapped one slender leg around Tunrid's waist. At this sign of her approval, the silver winged guard pushed the ribbons up out of his way, his fingers lightly sliding over her hard erect nipples. He grinned at Tunrid as the small Fae sang softly in pleasure. Tunrid grinned back and undid the lacings of his trews and plucked the ribbons away from her silky skin. "We have a feisty one here brother," he murmured softly, one finger sliding over her slick nether lips, just teasing her with the light pressure. "She's completely soaked," he said, lifting that finger to his lips and tasting her sweetness. Mira found herself losing control of the situation as the two played with her body with a skill few others had ever possessed. She could tell that they were used to sharing a willing girl by the expert ease with each other. And all she could think was that she hoped they shared her soon, before she went wild with need. With Jalrin's fingers plucking at her nipples, his hard length nestled between her bare ass cheeks, and Tunrid's fingers sliding oh so lightly over her pussy, she was very quickly catching fire, her breathing quickening, her heart racing. "Please...stop teasing me," she whimpered, her hands sliding back behind her to loosen Jalrin's trews, pushing them down, impatient to feel that warm cock against her and in her. Tunrid laughed, his head falling forward to catch one nipple in his mouth, a finger sliding inside her tight sheath. Jalrin watched, wondering at the new emotion starting to rise in him. Mira intrigued him, caused his blood to race in a way no other had. And now, he watched his brother play with her the way he had watched Tunrid play with so many others before. And all he could think about was how he wanted to punch in his brother's face and claim Mira for his own. But she wanted them both, if the way she was panting and clutching at Tunrid's head was any indication. And he never liked to leave a lady wanting. So, pushing down the newfound jealousy, he concentrated on nibbling at her ear, whispering sweet nothings into it as he pulled her other leg up and supported it, his cock sliding between her legs to coat it in her juices. Mira reached down, trying to slip Jalrin's length inside her, desperate to be filled and gasped slightly as she felt him for the first time. He was long, as most Faes were, but he was also thick, almost as large around as her wrist. A tiny shiver of fear coursed through her, even as a fresh flow of juices flowed out of her to coat him. Tunrid chuckled at the sight on her face, pulling his fingers free of her tight passage. "She's scared brother. I don't think she's had such a big one inside her before. But I think she wants to try. So should we use both, or let me have my fun first?" he asked, watching in delight as color flooded Mira's cheeks. Jalrin shrugged, his mind brushing against hers to determine what she wanted. He was used to taking over after Tunrid, as the slimmer male hated to go after him. Very rarely did he get first go at a girl's tight pussy, unless she didn't mind Tunrid taking her ass at the same time. But Mira, much to his delight, seemed turned on at the idea of two inside her at once. So much so that she was already close to cumming. With a sigh of relief, he turned her around in his arms and wrapped her legs around her waist, sliding his cock just barely inside her. "You get your favorite place brother, you were right about her," he said, looking deep into her beautiful eyes. She squirmed slightly, trying to push herself farther down onto him, but he held her up effortlessly, waiting for his brother to prepare himself for her tighter back hole. Mira gasped softly at the pressure of Tunrid's cock against her asshole. She tensed slightly at the sensation, glad that Jalrin hadn't filled her yet. Burying her face in his neck, she braced herself against him, forcing herself to relax as Tunrid slowly started to ease his way inside her. The burning and cramping weren't overly bad, thanks to her last lover having broken her in to this very thing not that long ago. She found herself even enjoying it a little, her hips pushing back slightly to take him faster and deeper. And when Tunrid groaned in reaction, she grinned and lifted her head again, meeting Jalrin's eyes once more. She could get lost in his eyes she determined, one hand tangling in his thick hair, pulling his head down for a kiss. Finally, Tunrid was buried completely inside of her, resting for a moment to keep from exploding at her viselike passage and the shock of her pushing back to accept him. Usually, most girls just froze, not moving until Jalrin was pleasuring them from the front. This one accepted and seemed to love it all. But he knew his brother couldn't hold out much longer with just barely being inside Mira, so he pulled back about halfway and slid home again, the signal for his brother to start. Jalrin groaned and broke the kiss at that familiar signal, his hips thrusting up in one strong movement, impaling Mira halfway on his cock. She cried out hoarsely in response, her walls tightening around both of them as she fought off an impending climax. Two thrusts later, Jalrin was completely inside of her, her muscles burning from being stretched so wide. "You're splitting me open," she cried, her nails digging into Jalrin's shoulders as she wriggled her hips between theirs. "Oh...I'm so full." The two brothers smiled, Tunrid's predatory, Jalrin's caring, before they both pulled out until just the heads of their cocks were inside her. Then, in perfect unison, they thrust back deep, spreading her wide all over again. She wailed softly as the single stroke caused her to drop into an intense orgasm, her entire body tensing as waves of unbelievable pleasure fell over her again and again. At that, the two alternated their thrusts, keeping her cumming, one climax after another as the hallway rang with her cries of bliss. Before too long, she was flopping between the two of them like a rag doll, having passed out from the onslaught of pleasure. At that, Jalrin slowed down and stopped, gathering her against him, his wings curving gently and protectively. He held her steady while Tunrid started to thrust hard and fast, searching for his own pleasure now that he had satisfied her. Before too much longer, Mira's tight ass proved too much to him and he thrust deep one last time, a guttural cry leaving his throat as he emptied his seed deep inside her bowels. After the last drop had been rung from him, he slowly pulled out and cleaned himself with a wave of his hand. After readjusting his trews, he looked over at his brother, still balls deep inside the slowly reviving Fae. "Go inside and finish brother. And thank you for sharing her with me this one time," he said, retrieving his quarterstaff and turning to look away. Jalrin stared in shock for a moment, but it didn't take too long to comprehend what his brother had said. Quickly, he pulled out of Mira, smiling at her whimper of protest and swept her up into his arms. With one hand, he managed to open the massive door to the dungeon area. Carrying her inside, he looked for a private place for them, but the only place available was the cell next to the Drow's. Grimacing softly, he carried her in and laid her down on the soft straw and sent an apologetic look to the prisoner not ten feet away. Sighing softly, the dark elf turned away, not even looking at the bare beauty that was revealed to him. "Thank you friend," Jalrin whispered before leaning down and feathering soft kisses over Mira's face. She smiled up at him, her eyes only on him before tugging him down to join her. She pulled at the rest of his clothing, until he was as naked as she. Once the last bit was removed, she wrapped her legs around his waist and eased him inside her again. "Love me Jalrin," she murmured, her brilliant blue eyes pleading with him. And helplessly, he thrust, again and again, inside her, loving how she seemed to fit him perfectly. His lips caught her moans of pleasure, muffling them with sweet lingering kisses. He wanted so badly to erase the memory of his brother's hands and cock from her memory, wanting her to remember and yearn after only him. Her hands slipped down his back, pulling him tighter against her as she felt herself nearing another climax, this one sweeter and more precious to her then the ones before. On a sudden whim, she opened her mind to his, drawing him to her to share her pleasure with this gorgeous Fae. And after a soft cry of disbelieving joy, he opened his back, his thrusts getting harder and deeper. Her clit rubbing maddeningly against the base of his cock with each thrust and whimpers escaped her parted lips each time. "I'm going to cum again," she murmurs softly. "Cum with me beloved," she asked, rolling her hips up against his to coax him closer. At his nod, she let her eyes close, still seeing him behind her closed lids and her head pushed back into the straw that was her pillow. With a soft scream from them both, they came together, him following her by only a slight moment. With bodies shaking, they slowly came back to earth, hands gently exploring each other, learning instead of trying to enflame. "Your mine now Mira," he whispered against her ear, nuzzling its pointed tip. She just smiled and pressed into him, her heart singing happily at his words. Never had lovemaking been so wonderful, so sweet and poignant, so...perfect. And then, she remembered what she had originally come down here to do. And when Jalrin stiffened over her and rolled away, she realized she hadn't closed her mind off to him yet. "No, it's not...please," she whispered, reaching out to him. "She's my sister...she loves him," she tried to explain. He turned and started to pull his clothes on, his face stony. "She would do it for me if you were in that cell," she finally said, wrapping her arms around her knees and drawing them to her chest. Slowly, he turned to face her, his face emotionless. Forbidden Ch. 05 "Well, here is your chance to talk to him. He's right there," he said, gesturing behind her. And with that, he turned and left the cell, closing the door behind him, locking her in. Crying out softly, she leapt to her feet and ran to the door. "Jalrin, don't leave me here! Please, I'm sorry," she cried, tears running down her face. Then, the soft caress of his mind to hers kept her from dropping to her knees and falling into heartbreak. I can't let you out until you two have talked sweetling. And I need to think about this. You want me to go against my oaths for you, the one who came down with seduction on her mind to get information from me and my brother. Give me time Mira. And with that, she was left alone again, leaning against the bars of the cell, staring at his stiff back and tightly furled wings hopelessly. "I didn't know I'd meet you," she said aloud, not sure if he would hear her or not. It appeared he hadn't, because he left the room to resume his post without a backward glance. Biting her lower lip, she gathered her strength and dignity and turned to face her fellow prisoner. "Sinafay," she called softly, eyes straining to see him in the gloom of the dungeon. "Lina! Why did they put you in here? Did they hurt you? And why were you with that man?" The voice out of the far corner sounded incredibly hurt and lost, as well as angry. Then, suddenly, a tall, muscular Drow stepped out of the shadows to the bars to glare at her. "Why would you betray me?" * (I'm having a few problems with the next chapter, but I hope to have it completed soon. Just bear with me. :-P and don't forget to vote!) Forbidden Ch. 06 Chapter VI -- Let's Dance Jill slept to almost 10 AM the morning after the poker gang-bang. As the morning fog cleared her head, she recalled the events of the night before. Amazingly, she felt quite good, more alive than she'd felt in years. It had been an evening filled with pure animal lust; not an experience she wanted to repeat often, but she was glad it had happened. She rolled out of bed and threw on her robe. First stop was the bathroom, where she started running a hot bath. Next stop was the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. She let the coffee brew as she headed back to the bathroom and eased into the bathtub. She lay there for a while, adding more hot water as the bath started to cool, relaxing as the heat penetrated her tired muscles. She heard the kitchen door open, followed by Tommy's voice. "Hello. Are you in here, Jill?" "I'm in the bathtub," she shouted back. "Grab me a cup of coffee and come on back. Black, no sugar, please." A couple of minutes later Tommy emerged through the door with a cup of coffee in hand. "Sorry for barging in without knocking, but with mom home, I thought it was better then waiting at the front door for you to let me in." "You don't need to knock, Tommy. My door is always open to you." He looked at her as she lay soaking in the tub. "You were really something last night. I was kind of hoping you'd like my friends," he smirked as she splashed him playfully. "Are you doing okay?" he asked. "Never better," she smiled. "Say, I'm meeting your mom at 1 o'clock to go shopping. Anything you want me to get?" "Get something sexy," he answered, leaning forward and tweaking her nipple. "And while you're at it," he said as an afterthought, "have mom get something sexy too. She deserves it." He stood up. "I'd better get home before I'm missed. Will I see you tonight?" he asked. "I'm counting on it," she replied. After Tommy left, Jill got out of the bath, toweled off, and went about getting ready. Connie arrived at 1 o'clock sharp. "Are you ready?" she beamed. At 5'7", Connie Evans was a couple of inches shorter than Jill. She was in good shape, with a nice tight ass and a bosom to rival Jill's. She kept her dark brown hair cut short, just off the shoulders. All in all, she was a good-looking lady in an attractive package. Tommy was born after her senior year in high school. She'd married his father, but that only lasted a couple of years. Afterwards, she took her maiden name back, while she kept the father's last name for Tommy. "All set," Jill answered. "We'll take my car." * * * They got to the mall in 30 minutes, and shopped until 4:30. They hit all the normal clothing stores, buying several outfits each. Jill, feeling a little sluttier than then she had before the week began, picked out items that were a little riskier than she normally wore. Connie, getting caught up in Jill's enthusiasm, followed suit. When they were nearing the end of their spree, they passed a little boutique specializing in attire for lovers. "Let's go in here," Jill giggled. "No way," Connie replied. "I can't go in there." "Sure you can," Jill urged. "It'll be fun. Come on." Reluctantly, Connie went along. After looking through the usual assortment of adult paraphernalia, Jill spotted some sexy -- and revealing -- negligees with matching panties. "What do I need these for?" Connie asked after Jill suggested they buy them. "You never know," Jill smiled in response. On the way to check out, Jill spotted a men's bathrobe she thought would look good on Tommy. Right next to it lay a pair of thongs. "Let's get these two for Tommy," she said excitedly. "It will be so funny. He'll die of embarrassment." At first, Connie didn't go along with the idea, but when Jill argued that, after all, he was a high school graduate and well on his way to manhood, she relented. "It would be funny, wouldn't it?" she giggled. So, merchandise in hand, they headed for the register to check out. As she was ringing up their purchase, the clerk, a twenty-something blonde, smiled at them. "It looks like somebody's expecting a little party this evening." Connie turned beet red, but said nothing. Jill smiled, giving the young woman a sly wink. To celebrate the successful conclusion of another shopping trip, they stopped in at the bar & grille and ordered a couple of glasses of wine. By the time they left, they'd each had two more glasses and were giggling like a couple of schoolgirls. On the way home, Connie called Tommy on her cell phone. "We'll be home around 6:30, honey. Would you mind going out and picking up some pizza for everyone?" "Sure mom, no problem. I'll bring it by Miss Jensen's around 6:45." * * * When the women got home, Tommy's car was gone. Jill pulled into her garage. "Just bring everything into the house for now," she said. "We'll take it to your place later." They filed into the house, arms full of bags and boxes, still a little tipsy from the wine. "I need some more wine," Jill announced after they set everything down. Tommy arrived shortly thereafter with the pizza. He entered the house to find two women, giggling hysterically, sitting at the kitchen table. Tommy looked at the two uneasily. "What's so funny?" he asked only to be answered with more giggles. "Nothing, honey," his mom finally managed to answer. After they finally calmed down, he joined them at the table with the pizza, and they all dug in. "So, how was shopping?" Tommy asked. "It was great. We got some nice outfits. And almost everything was on sale," his mom answered. "Not to mention, we each got some really sexy lingerie," Jill grinned. "Miss Jensen," Tommy gasped in mock horror. "You shouldn't be telling me that." "First of all, call me Jill. I'm not that damn old, yet," she declared. "And second of all, why shouldn't I tell you that. After all, you're a grown man now, aren't you?" "Well, I suppose," Tommy said, trying to figure out what she was up to. "Do I get a fashion show or something?" he asked with a grin. "Maybe later. Right now, your mom and I would like to listen to some music. Could you please turn on the CD changer? And while you're up, we could use some more wine," she looked at Connie and they both giggled. They're worse than schoolgirls, Tommy thought. Tommy put on the music and poured them some more wine. "I just love this song," his mom said just as he returned to the table. "Well," Jill looked at him. "Aren't you going to dance with her?" "I can't do that?" he answered. "Why not?" Jill asked. "Yea, why not," his mom chimed in. Tommy looked at the women, defenseless as they ganged up on him. What the heck, he thought. "Mom, would you care to dance?" "Why, Tommy. How thoughtful of you. I'd love to." She looked at Jill and they both broke out laughing. Taking his mom by the hand, he led her onto the living room floor. Hesitantly, he took her in his arms, not holding her close at all. "Hold her closer, Tommy," Jill urged. "She's not going to break." Tommy looked in his mom's eyes, sensed that it was okay, and pulled her closer. To his surprise, she responded by pulling closer yet, laying her head on his shoulder. "This is nice," she purred. Tommy wondered just how much wine they'd had, as he felt her body pressing against his. His eyes met Jill's as they danced and he couldn't help but notice that her smile was just a little bit devious. At last he understood. Jill was trying to get them to seduce his mom. He stopped suddenly in his tracks, not quite sure what to do. "What's wrong, Honey" his mom asked, looking in his eyes. For a moment, he just stood there, staring into her eyes. "Nothing, mom," he answered at last. "Everything is great." He smiled at Jill as he pulled his mom close, closer than before. He looked at her now as a woman, not as his mother, and he liked what he saw. He felt her breasts press lightly against him as they danced cheek to cheek. He allowed his hands to wander over her back, gently massaging her. He felt her sigh as she melted closer into his arms. He even felt his cock beginning to stir, and wondered if she felt it, too. As the song was ending Tommy slid his hand down his mother's backside and onto her butt, giving it a gentle squeeze. She released him tentatively and backed away, a confused look in her face. Even so, there was the ring of sincerity in her voice when she said "thanks for the dance. It was nice." He walked over to where Jill sat. "May I have the honor, milady?" he asked, bowing as he extended his hand to her. "I'd love to, sir," she smiled, taking his hand. He pulled her to him as they began their dance, feeling the fire of her body as she pressed it against him. "My, but you are the little devil, tonight, aren't you?" he whispered in her ear." Her only response was to grind her pelvis against him. Connie watched her best friend and her son as they danced. She couldn't help but notice that they were being a little too familiar with each other, and she wondered if she should say something. What the heck, she thought as she took another sip of wine, they were just having a little harmless fun, that's all. She continued to watch them closely, feeling a stirring in her loins as she watched Tommy fondle Jill's ass. The song ended and they reluctantly let each other go. "Now, how about that fashion show, ladies?" Tommy asked. They looked at each other. "Why not," Jill answered. "Come on Connie. Help me take the bags into the bedroom. You just wait here, Tommy. Make yourself comfortable." With that, the ladies disappeared into Jill's bedroom, the same bedroom where he'd first made love to Jill. There was a constant chain of giggles coming from the room as they changed. Jill emerged first, wearing a beige form-fitting dress that came to just above her knees. There was a slit in front, open to just below her panties. The neckline plunged deep, revealing slightly more cleavage than was appropriate. Connie followed right behind. She wore a brown leather shirt, cut very tight on her body and hanging several inches above her knees. The skirt was topped with a sheer white top, the fancy lace bra clearly visible beneath. Both women had on high heels, which accentuated the tautness of the legs and asses. "Damn," Tommy said. "You two look fantastic. Look at you mom. Wow. I'm speechless. And you too, Jill. You'd better be careful, or that neckline might get you into trouble," he warned. Both women beamed back at him as they pranced around the room, flaunting their wares. "Wait there," his mom said. "There's more to come." And once again, they disappeared into the bedroom giggling. Tommy knew Jill could get a little slutty, but he couldn't believe how his mom was acting. She was really getting into their fashion show, strutting her stuff and looking sexy as hell. He wondered just how far she was prepared to go. After several minutes, the door opened and out they came. This time they were dressed more casual. Connie came first wearing a pair of white shorts, which fit very snuggly, and barely covered her butt cheeks. On top, she wore a multi-colored halter-top with almost no back to it, cut deep in front, barely covering her obviously braless tits. Jill had on the same shorts, but hers were black. She topped it with a white tank top that was cropped off well above her belly button. She, too, was braless. Both women had kept on their high heels, which only added to their sexiness. By looking at their chests, it was obvious that both women were somewhat aroused. Tommy sat there, speechless. "What's the matter, Tommy. Cat got your tongue?" Jill asked. "Wow." His eyes just kept darting from one to the other. "I don't think I've ever seen two hotter women," he finally managed to say. "There's one more show to come," Jill said. Connie looked at Jill. "I don't think I can do that one, Jill," she said. "Nonsense," Jill responded to her friend. "Besides, if we don't model our negligees for him, how can we expect him to model his present for us," she giggled. "I don't know," Connie answered. "They're so naughty." "What present?" Tommy interrupted. "Tommy, don't interrupt," Jill said. "Get us some more wine, would you, please." Pouting, Tommy headed to the kitchen for the wine. "Come on, Connie. We're just having a little adult fun. Where's the harm?" Jill pleaded. Tommy returned, handing them each a glass of wine. His mom instantly took a big sip. The more she thought about it, and the more the wine worked on her, the more she couldn't see any real harm in it. After all, they were just having a little fun. "Okay," she said at last. "But only if Tommy models his for us, too." The women looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Just a minute," his mom said to Tommy as she headed for Jill's bedroom. She returned momentarily, a sheepish grin on her face. "Here you go," she said, handing him a bag. "Take this into Jill's guest room, take off all your clothes, and put these on. We'll be in the other room putting on our negligees." They all headed to their designated bedrooms, the women giggling as they went. Once inside, Jill hurriedly removed her clothes, leaving her clad in high heels only before Connie had even removed her halter-top. "Here, slowpoke let me help," she said as she moved behind Connie. She reached out and unhooked the bottom strap, letting it hang loose. She reached behind her head and unhooked the upper strap and pushed the top forward so it fell quietly to the floor, allowing her hands to linger momentarily on her shoulders. "Really, Jill, I can do this myself," Connie protested. "Nonsense," she responded. "At this pace, you'll never be ready. Now hold still." She stepped closer behind Connie, reaching around to unsnap her shorts, allowing her excited nipples to brush against her back. She unzipped the shorts and, kneeling down, eased them over the shapely ass before her. "You have a very sexy ass, Connie," Jill said admiringly, resisting the urge to kiss it. Connie stood silently as the younger woman undressed her. She knew she shouldn't be allowing this to happen. She also knew she was quite aroused. She'd never been with a woman before, but had secretly fantasized about it many evenings while alone in bed. She felt Jill slide her shorts and panties to the floor, and then felt her hands return to her ass cheeks and massage them gently. "Yes, a very sexy ass," Jill said again as she released her cheeks and stood up. "Okay. Now for the naughty stuff," Jill said. She opened the remaining bags and emptied the contents on the bed. "Are you okay, Connie?" She asked as she noticed that Connie hadn't moved. Connie stood as if in a trance. A million things ran through her head in a few short seconds. Mostly, she wished that Tommy wasn't in the other room. Between the wine, the sexy outfits and the flirting, she was hornier than she'd been in a long time. At that moment, she would have given herself to Jill, freely and completely. Quickly, she regained her sense of presence. "I'm sorry, Jill. I was just lost in thought for a moment." She stepped to the bed and picked up her negligee. Both women got the same nightgowns, except Jill's was white and Connie's was black. Connie quickly slid on the panties, which was actually a black thong that barely covered her front while doing nothing at all to cover her ass cheeks. The negligee tops were completely sheer below the breasts. The cups were also sheer, but with small, lacy designs which offered little in the way of modesty. The fronts opened like a shirt, coming together just below the breasts, secured by a single button. Connie quickly slid on the top and fastened the button. She looked over and saw Jill standing there, already dressed, watching her. "Damn you look hot," Jill said. "I'm not sure I should be doing this," Connie answered. "After all, he's my son." Jill walked over to her and stroked her hair. "Relax. It's just a little harmless fun," she reassured her. "Are you okay now?" Connie nodded. Jill walked to the door. "Tommy, are you ready?" "I'm not sure I can wear this," he answered. "That's too bad," Jill answered. "You've got no idea what you're missing." "Okay. Okay," he retorted. "I'm ready." Jill walked back to Connie and gave her a quick kiss on the lips, startling the older woman slightly. "It's show time," she said. She opened the door, took Connie by the hand, and walked into the living room. Tommy was already there waiting, wearing the brown silk bathrobe they'd bought him. It was short for a man's robe, not quite reaching mid thigh. But it was what was underneath that interested the ladies. For Tommy's part, he just stood there as his jaw hit the floor. He couldn't ever remember seeing his mom's naked breasts before. And they might just as well be naked now, for all the good the negligee did. "Wow mom. You're beautiful. And forgive me for saying so, but your breasts are awesome." His mother blushed at the compliment. "You're just saying that to make an old lady feel good," she replied. "No way," he insisted. "I mean it. You are one sexy woman." "Hey, what am I, chopped liver," Jill asked. She reached up to stroke Connie's hair lightly. "I know she's your mother, and I know she's hot, but what about me?" sticking her chest out proudly. "You're both incredible. Absolutely incredible." "Hey. It's our turn," Connie said suddenly. "Off with the robe, buster." Tommy looked at his mom, then at Jill, then back to his mom. He held his arms out to his side and smiled. "Help yourself, mom." Connie turned beet red and looked away, not moving. "Come on, Connie," Jill urged. "You can do it." Hesitantly, Connie moved towards her son, growing braver with each step. When she reached him, she held his eyes with hers, untied the sash, and let the robe fall open. Then she lowered her gaze to his chest, placed both hands squarely on its impressive expanse and pushed the robe over his shoulders, letting it slide down his arms. As she stepped back, she felt Jill's arm go around her shoulder. "Your son's gorgeous, Connie. You sure know how to raise them." She looked at the thong around his waist. "Speaking of raising them," she giggled, "it looks like something's got him awfully worked up." Sure enough, as Connie looked to his thong, she saw that the tiny garment was hardly sufficient to cover her son's hard on. She gasped audibly. Before she could say anything, Jill burst out, "I get the first dance." With that, she grabbed his hand, led him to the center of the room, and took him in her arms. As they moved to the hypnotic beat of the music, Connie's eyes were glued to her son's body. She'd seen him in his swimming suit many times, of course, but she'd never looked at him before like she was looking at him now. Of particular interest were his buns, one of which Jill was squeezing and massaging. She could feel the excitement building in her. There, in front of her, were her two favorite people, dancing cheek to cheek, almost totally naked. She continued to watch, hypnotized by them. She watched as her son slowly raised his hand to fondle her best friend's tits, and she felt her own hand slip inside her thong like it had a mind of its own. She watched as Tommy's hand moved over and released the button that held Jill's negligee together, and she felt her own hand massaging her love button. She watched as he slid the sheer garment over Jill's shoulders and onto the floor, and she felt herself stumble to the sofa, knocking over some potpourri in the process. Tommy was startled out of his daze by the sudden noise. Looking towards the sofa, he saw his mom, half sitting and half lying on the couch, her hand buried deep inside her thong, a glassy look in her eyes. On the floor at her feet lay a bowl, upside down, with its contents strewn all over the floor. Forbidden Ch. 06 Mira gaped in shock at Sinafay. He thought she was Lina. In all her life, she had never been mistaken for her sister, everyone always saying she was too much like a pixie. While Lina's features were definitely Fae in nature. But this Drow thought she was. Instantly, doubt started to plague her. Did this man just want to play with her sister's heart? For if he truly loved her, he would know the difference between the two sisters. But before she could say anything at all, he peered at her in the dim light. "Who are you? And where is my Lina?" he asked, his whole posture relaxing, but just a trifle. "And why do you look so much like her? Are all Fae alike?" With that, it dawned on Mira. In the dim light, he had seen a Fae that resembled Lina and jumped to conclusions. And in his current state, she couldn't blame him. For while they weren't exactly alike, Mira and Lina were definitely sisters. "I'm Mira, Lina's little sister. I'm here to try and help you," she whispered, coming towards him, still nude. He tilted his head a little and looked her over then snorted. "And how do you propose to do that when you are in there, naked, and locked up?" he asked, one brow arching sardonically. She looked down at herself and then around her and sighed. "It didn't go how I planned. I'm new to all of this," she explained, spreading her hands wide in a helpless gesture. "And in answer to your earlier questions, Lina is fine, for the moment. They have her locked in her room, but I don't think they are going to leave her alone for much longer. She believes that Lakin will try and get her to miscarry so he can still marry her. And the thought of what they have planned for you is torturing her. You have captured her heart quite thoroughly," she added, a warning note in her voice. But Sinafay just sighed and turned to pace the small area of his cell, his hands rolling into a fist then relaxing repeatedly. With a sudden growl of rage, he slammed his fist into the wall next to the barred window. Mira squeaked and jumped back, her eyes widening in alarm. "I never should have talked to her. I should have just kept going instead of stopping. But she looked so tempting, so beautiful, that I couldn't help myself," he muttered. And even though she was right there, it was obvious he wasn't talking to Mira. But, as headstrong as her sister, she stepped up to the bars again, reaching through and grabbing his arm as he passed. "And do you think she would have been happier then? Lina has never been content here. But when she talks about you, her eyes light up in a way I have never seen. Sinafay, I don't like this any more then you. But I wouldn't change it, and I am sure Lina wouldn't either. And besides, I don't know about you, but I can't turn time back to change the past. So there is no use dwelling on what ifs and might have beens." She smiled softly as he just stared at her. Finally, he nodded and set his jaw. "So, Mira was it? What do you propose we do to get me out of here? And you from what I can tell," he asked, smiling a little at her. Blushing softly, in a way that made his heart clench because she looked so much like her sister, she shrugged. "I honestly don't know. I messed up. I came down here with the plan on seducing the guards into trusting me, but instead, I think I fell for one. I hurt him terribly and allowed him to capture me in here. But, that doesn't matter. My sister needed my help." Her words trailed off as her cerulean eyes filled with tears. Sinafay recognized the heartbreak there and squeezed her hand comfortingly. But then, the sound of the door opening made him look towards it. Slipping in the small crack of light was the same guard who had carried Mira in before. He whispered something to someone outside before closing the door and turning towards them. His eyes narrowed as he saw Sinafay holding Mira's hands, a soft growl rumbling in his throat. Sinafay chuckled and dropped Mira's hands and stepped back, hands raised before him. "Peace. I make no claim on her. Except as friend and sister to my beloved," he said, trying to placate the Fae. But then, Mira turned and ran towards the Fae, her face lighting up as she recognized who it was. "Jalrin!" she cried happily, reaching through the bars for him. And despite his better judgment, Jalrin stepped up and opened the door to pull her into his arms. Dropping his lips to hers in a bruising kiss, he folded his silver wings tightly around her. "I am still angry with you Mira. But I can't stop thinking about you, and what you said. And anyone who would help her sister so unfailingly as to deal with my wretched brother is a noble woman," he said after releasing her lips. "I don't know what spell you put on me, but don't ever take it off." "What spell? I didn't put a spell on you dearest. If anything, I thought you had on me. For me to feel this way for you, after having just met you; I don't know how it happened," she replied, nestling closer to him. "It's called love. And it isn't a spell, it's just you finding your mate," Sinafay interjected. The entwined couple turned towards him and grinned, Mira looking amazed. "Love? But so quickly?" Jalrin asked. Sinafay shrugged. "It's how it was with me and Lina. A tying of our souls together. And I can only assume from the look on your faces that you two are experiencing the same thing," the Drow replied. "But, she noble...and I'm just a guard. We can't love each other." Jalrin murmured, looking dumbfounded. Mira's face dropped, thinking that he was rejecting her because of her higher rank. But Sinafay once more was the voice of wisdom. "And what does that have to do anything? Lina and I fell in love and we are two different species. Love does not follow rank, or age, or species even. It follows its own rules." And after thinking about that for a moment, Jalrin looked down into Mira's eyes, an unspoken question in them. At her silent nod, he grinned and pulled her in for another kiss. Sinafay sighed and watched, wondering briefly if they would do a repeat performance of their earlier activity. When he had first looked over after the two had started, the dim light had made him think that the girl embracing the guard was his own Lina. And despite his body's reaction to the scene, his heart had been tearing into pieces with each soft moan and cry of pleasure he had heard. It was only when he realized that it was not Lina, but someone who looked an awful lot like her that he had been able to think rationally again. But, that did not mean he wanted to watch them love each other again. Not when he couldn't love Lina at the same time. But his fears were groundless. For in a moment, Jalrin pulled away and walked over to open Sinafay's door, Mira tucked against his side. "Tell me the truth Drow. Mira has convinced me to help you, but only if I don't think you are lying to me. Or that you intend to hurt my Mira and her sister in any way," he said, navy blue eyes meeting crimson ones. Sinafay nodded and launched into his tail, starting from when he had escaped to when he had been brought here. Mira blanched visibly at the rough treatment he had received at her people's hands. If only she could make them pay. But she knew that Lakin was far more powerful then she, and held the council under his thumb. This explained why her parents had catered to him for so long, and bartered away their daughter's happiness, all for a little more standing in the Court. Jalrin cursed softly when Sinafay finished. "I apologize for my people's treatment of you. I know that it doesn't take it away, nor does it make it any better, but it's the least I can do. I am now ashamed to be called a Fae," he said formally, bowing slightly. Sinafay recognized the attempt and the gesture for what it was. This noble man was indebting himself to him to pay for his people's abuse. "There is no need for such shame. In every race, there are bad seeds. And unfortunately, some of those are in positions of power. My own race is full of them, so I do understand, and I do not hold you accountable for anything. My main concern right now is getting out of here and to Lina. I'm terrified for her and what this Lakin might do to her. And any help you can give me to achieve this first step will be greatly accepted," he said, holding out his hand. Jalrin grinned and nodded, clasping his hand with the Drow, hands to wrist. Mira sighed softly and rolled her eyes. "You two are wasting time with all this formality and flowery words. Lina needs us, now!" she said, stomping her foot to emphasize the point even more. Jalrin chuckled and nodded, reaching for his keys to open Sinafay's cell door. "My brother is guarding the hallway. But there is another way out of this dungeon that few know about. It leads up to the third floor passage, and from there, we can easily get to Lina's rooms," he said, stepping aside for the Drow to step into freedom. He turned and looked down at Mira and grinned. "Though, you, my dear, might want to find something to wear. I think that ribbon contraption is salvageable. Let me retrieve it from Tunrid." Mira blushed and looked down at herself, nodding. And within moments, with her new beloved's help, was clad back into the skimpy outfit. As soon as that was done, Jalrin led the way to a dark corner, tapping his quarterstaff against the floor and walls at odd intervals. And, when Mira and Sinafay began to doubt his memory of this secret passage, there was a loud clear click, as the quarterstaff sunk into the wall and floor, the stone giving way. A panel of wall slid back and then to the side, revealing a narrow spiraling staircase. Wrinkling her nose, Mira braced herself for the dusty tight trip up to the third floor, keeping her sister's heartbroken image in her mind to keep her going. A short time later, they were all slipping into Lina's rooms, the two Faes slipping aside. Sinafay gaped in shock at the sight of his brave, fiery Lina curled into a ball on her bed. With a soft cry, he rushed to her side, gathering her into her arms. With one large, dark hand, he smoothed her tousled auburn curls back from her face, whispering softly into her ear. After a moment, Lina's eyes fluttered open to stare up in disbelief. "Sina?" she whispered, wanting it to be him, but fearful that she was just dreaming him there again. At his nod, she sobbed softly and threw her arms around him and clung. Mira turned away from the scene with a smile curving her lips, her eyes finding Jalrin's as she led him into the adjoining room. Things were going smoother then she could have expected them to. Almost too smoothly. Surely, something was going to go wrong soon. Though, she prayed to the goddess that it wouldn't. "Lina, we should get going. Things have been going too smoothly for my liking. I'm sure Lakin will be returning at some point to either check. Either that or he'll be paying Sinafay a visit to rub in his imagined superiority. If he does any of those before we are gone, we are done for. Not only will Sinafay be sentenced to death, but so will the three of us. Our parents will lose face even more, be cast down from Court, as will Jalrin's family. So, let us leave now, while we can. And pray that the Gods smile kindly on those left behind to take the fall," she said, stepping towards the still entwined couple. Lina sighed and pulled away from the searing kiss Sinafay had given her. She understood the logic of her sister's words, but all she wanted was to be with Sinafay, her body screaming out for his to reaffirm that it was really him, that they were really together again. When Mira whispered her name, her tone urgent and scared, she nodded with a sigh. "She's right Sina. We have to leave," Lina murmured. Standing gracefully, she started to pace the length of the bed, nibbling on a nail thoughtfully. "I think..." she trailed off, her brow furrowing. "I think that...the elves will take us in for a bit. At least long enough for us to think of where to go from there. In fact..." she paused, a grin lighting up her face. "There is one specific elf that I know for certain will help us. Lakin made the bad mistake of putting Darnalenole 'into her place' when she came to visit the Fae court last summer. Since then, Darna can not stand anything or anyone associated to him." "There is just two problems with that my love," Sinafay said. At her confused look, he shook his head. "Elves detest the Drow more then anything else. We are everything that they fight against, that they find evil and wrong with the world. And, to be honest, I can not blame them. Also, how are we going to get there? I'm sure they are guarding the ground against an escape attempt. And it took two soldiers to carry me here. All we have is you, your sister, and her guard. I do not think you three can carry me without being caught yourself." Lina frowned, nibbling her nail again as her wings folded around her slim body. The protective gesture spoke to his heart and he yearned to take the worry off her beautiful face. But, he could not change the past, nor would he want to, even if he was able. Maybe that was selfish of him, maybe she would think differently, but he would not give her or their daughter up for the world. Crossing the room to her, he pulled her close. "We'll figure something out my sweet Lina," he murmured into her ear. "No need, the cavalry is here!" came a voice from behind them. Gasping in fear, Mira and Lina turned to the door. But, almost instantly, Mira relaxed, giggling as a bright red blush filled her cheeks. "My word Mira, you are even more fetching with that lovely shade of pink gracing your cheeks," Tunrid drawled from where he stood, leaning casually against the closed door. He had shed his uniform for a loose pair of silk pants and an equally loose tunic in a shade darker then his emerald wings. Mira blushed harder and buried her face in Jalrin's shoulder, whimpering softly. Tunrid just chuckled and pushed away from the door to give his brother a hearty slap on the back. "Congratulations brother. Though, why she chose you over me, I'll have no idea," he teased. "Maybe because I have the good taste not to embarrass the poor girl," Jalrin said softly, pulling Mira closer to his long body possessively. He eyed his older brother warningly until finally Tunrid backed away, hands held in front of him cajolingly. "Why are you here anyway? Didn't you have guard duty?" he asked. "Well, I did, but, I got relieved by the all brawn, no brain duo. Trunum and Agun didn't even to check to see if the Drow was there. Just took my word for it, along with the delicious story I had to share." At Mira's soft whimper and Jalrin's look of rage, he laughed. "Oh no brother dear, the story was not of our little lovely here. It was of that little blonde human that we had the pleasure of sharing last summer. All the blood that is usually set aside for the little brain power they can muster went straight south. That's when I thought that maybe you four might need my own impressive brain power. As well as my wit and charm with people. So, tell me my ladies, how may I be put to use?" he finished, bowing before Lina and Mira with an elaborate flourish. Jalrin groaned and rolled his dark eyes in frustration. Mira peeked out from his chest and giggled. "Can you help Jalrin carry Sinafay?" she asked for her sister, who was still gaping in shock at the sudden appearance of the stranger. At his nod, she grinned and ran to throw her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her slim waist and captured her kiss with his lips instead. "Mmm, for rewards like that, I'll do anything," he murmured, earning a growl of warning from his brother. Jalrin pulled Mira back into his arms and kissed her himself, once again trying to draw the taste of his brother from her. And when she melted into him like she hadn't for Tunrid, he relaxed a little. "But, it seems I am doomed to have to settle for smiles and thank yous instead. Ah, the sad pitiful lot that is mine," Tunrid lamented, the smile on his face betraying his happiness for his brother. Turning, he glanced at the other couple appraisingly, his green gaze missing nothing. Nodding once, he grinned again. "Yup, a cause worth dying for, I say," he said, stepping forward to clasp a shocked Sinafay's hand in greeting. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Tunrid, former guard of the fine city of Karlin. And, I say former, because I doubt that they will allow me back on the duty roster after this. Which, I say is perfectly fine. For if Karlin allows a pompous piece of scum like Lakin to dictate who is to love whom, then why would I want to dedicate myself to protecting her? But, anyway, I digress. What is the plan, where are we going, and are there going to be any lovelies for me to have fun with?" "Um...we are going to try the keep of the Elven Lady Darnalenole. She has a feud with Lakin that might come to our advantage. Hopefully, she will be so intent on getting back at him, she won't mind that Sina is a Drow," Lina said, finally shaking the shock and surprise at this charismatic Fae away. As well as the minor draw he had for her. Before Sinafay, she would have pursued him, his attitude something that she would have yearned after in the search for her heart's desire. But she no longer had need of that, not with her Drow by her side. "Well, what are we waiting on? Are we just going to sit here and wait for Lakin to stop having everyone flatter him long enough to catch us, or are we going to go? I mean, I love a little excitement, but I'd rather not have the whole Guard right on our trail the entire way. So, pack up what you girls must simply have and lets go," Tunrid said, winking at the girls to ease the slight sting of his words. Mira wrinkled her nose at him before pulling Lina aside and packing a few things into a pack, sticking to practical skirts and shirts, discarding Lina's preferred outfits, none of them being ideal for traveling at the pace they would need to set. Then, they both changed into leggings and tunics before pulling their long hair back into a tail. Sinafay and Jalrin groaned at their lack of modesty and Tunrid's leering, appraising viewing of their naked bodies. "We're ready. Do we have to go pack anything for you and Jalrin?" Lina asked Tunrid. In reply, he swung up the pack he had dropped, unnoticed by the other four, by the door. She grinned and turned to Sinafay. "Are you ready my love?" At his nod, she stretched up and pulled him into a kiss, nibbling and teasing at his lips to push away his nerves at the coming flight. He groaned low in his throat, for a completely different reason then the last one and pulled her up against him, kissing her back, meeting her nibble for nibble, lick for lick. It was only Mira's discreet clearing of her throat that reminded the two of the other three's presence. Pulling apart, Lina sighed softly and turned to the large window. Throwing open the panes, she glanced down and up to make sure that the coast was clear. Seeing that it was, she nodded back to the rest before taking off from the sill, her large violet wings opening with a snap. Mira followed her next, then Jalrin and Tunrid. Sinafay perched uneasily on the sill until the men were able to fly close enough to wrap their arms around him and lift him up and away. After taking a few moments to readjust things, they flew off towards the mountains, soon disappearing from sight. ~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ Darnalenole glided down the dimly lit hallway to her room, her soft green eyes dulled by boredom. Her house staff slipped by her, unseen and unnoticed. In a nervous habit, one that her people would be horrified at seeing, she ran her hands through her long silver blonde hair, lifting it off the length of her slender neck and twisting it into a chignon. Sighing softly, she let her hair fall again and wiped her palms on her simple overskirt. Casting her gaze to the large window to her left, she paused, looking over the green forest and blue lake right outside her manor. Forbidden Ch. 06 Desperately, she wished for excitement, something to break up the monotony of the long years of her almost immortal life. She could not stand most of her kind, too many of them caught up in the latest fashions, politics, or feuds. In fact, her own beau of the moment had thoroughly pushed her away with his constant ravings of the fabled dark elves. "Drow do not exist. And even if they did, what fight do I have with them," she murmured to herself, resting one delicately boned hand against the sill of the window. It was a shame too that Tibisunim could not see past his obsession to her. She had even debated keeping the handsome elf around on a more permanent basis. Leaning her head against her raised hand, she closed her eyes, trying not to think of Tibis. Soon, she was losing herself in the random thoughts that her boredom brought to her mind. When she opened her leaf green eyes again, she glanced back over the lush lands of her home almost dismissively, not expecting anything to have changed in the few moments that her eyes had closed. But, to her minor shock, she saw figures flying towards her. Squinting, she bit her lower lip and peered through the gloom towards them, trying to determine what she was seeing. Finally, she made out four figures, with two carrying another between them. "Hmmm...Faes and what else?" she mused, turning away from the window and hurrying downstairs to prepare for the impending arrival. She assumed that they were headed to her keep, as she was the only one around for at least another half days flight. And with the sun heading towards the horizon quickly, she knew they would at least be stopping for rest and provisions. Clapping her hands briskly, she called her staff to her. Issuing orders in a soft, but efficient tone, she grinned inwardly. This would be just the break in her boredom that she needed and had been praying for. Forbidden Ch. 06 "Uh oh, mom," he said, startling her slightly. "This is really bad. Look at the mess you made, all because you couldn't control yourself." He looked at Jill before she could say anything and winked secretively. "I think she needs to be punished, Jill." Jill, standing there wearing only her thong and high heels, looked at Connie sternly. "I'm sorry, Connie, but I'm going to have to spank you," she said with authority. Connie sat there, spread out on the sofa, her hand still on her clit, in a total daze. Did she hear right? Did she say spanking? She shook her head, trying to gather herself. Jill pulled out a chair and sat down. "Come here, Connie," she demanded. When Connie made no move to obey, she looked to Tommy. "Help her up and bring her to me," she instructed. Tommy went to his mother. Bending over, he removed her right hand from her thong, grabbed her left hand, and pulled her gently upward. She offered no resistance. He lifted her right hand to his mouth, and slowly sucked the juices from her fingers. He then led her to Jill and released her. "Bend over my lap," Jill instructed. Connie just stood there, her emotions in turmoil, not knowing what to do or who to turn to. Between too much wine, and too much flirting, her head was spinning, and reality was only a distant, blurred memory. "Bend over my lap," Jill repeated. Slowly, Connie dropped to her knees and bent over Jill's lap. She couldn't believe it. Here she was, wearing almost nothing, lying over her best friend's lap, right under her naked breasts, about to be spanked while her son, who was wearing only a thong, looked on. She knew she should stop it before things went any further. But the truth was, she didn't want it to stop. Deep down, she wanted it to continue. She felt hands on her ass. From their position, she knew they were Tommy's. She then felt him take hold of her thong and gently pull it over her hips and down her thighs. He lifted her knees, one at a time, and then completely removed the garment, leaving her ass fully exposed to him. She made no move to cover herself. She saw him move in front of her. He stood, towering above her. She dared not look at him. He knelt in front of her, his thong, which concealed only part of his engorged manhood, only inches from her face. He dropped his hands beneath her, gently, but purposely, brushing her breasts. He reached the button that held her last shred of dignity together, and released it, letting her negligee fall open in front. She heard herself gasp as she felt his hands return to her bare breasts, cupping them gently, kneading them, and then releasing them. Then she felt the negligee being pulled off her, leaving her totally naked before them, her degradation complete. She shivered slightly as Jill's hand came to rest on her buttocks. She felt the hand slowly, gently, rubbing her ass, and she heard herself moaning softly. She started to relax as Jill continued to massage her. And then, WHACK! She gasped audibly, jerking her body upward in response to the attack, only to feel Tommy's hands on her shoulder, pushing her back down. Four more times she felt Jill attack her. Four more times she gasped and jerked upwards. Four more times Tommy pushed her back down. Once again she felt Jill's hand return to her buttocks, but this time it was gentle, kindly caressing her not so tender ass. It was then that Connie realized that Jill hadn't really hit her hard, and she wasn't really in pain. But, nevertheless, her humiliation had been complete. She also realized that she was more aroused than she could ever remember being, and that she liked it. Then suddenly, she felt Jill easing three fingers into her dripping pussy, causing her to jump at the unexpected intrusion. But she recovered quickly, and arched her pussy upwards, making it more accessible to her friend. She was rewarded when she felt the fingers begin pumping in and out of her, sending shivers throughout her body. Tommy still knelt before her, his barely covered manhood only inches from her face. Longingly, she stared at it, until finally, she could resist it no more. Reaching forward, she rubbed her son's cock through his tiny thong as her best girlfriend pumped her pussy with her fingers. She took the thong in her hands and pulled it down his thighs, watching his cock spring up in front of her. She fondled it gently, lovingly, finally finding the courage to look into her son's eyes. Their eyes met. "I love you, mom," Tommy said softly. "I love you in every possible way." She held his eyes for one more brief moment and then returned her attention to his cock, pulling him towards her and taking him in her mouth. She realized that Jill had briefly stopped pumping her fingers, but had renewed her efforts when Connie began sucking on Tommy's cock. She moaned excitedly as her friend finger-fucked her while she bobbed her mouth up and down the length of her son's gorgeous cock. They continued like this, briefly, while Tommy stoked his mom's hair. She felt the fingers withdraw from her aching pussy. Releasing Tommy's cock, she turned her head to look at Jill, questioningly. "I think you need to be fucked now," Jill said. Connie managed to nod her head before turning to look at Tommy. She finally found her voice. "Yes, I need to be fucked now," she stared at her son, never taking her eyes off him. Tommy rose and moved behind his mother. Kneeling, he took her hips in his hands and pulled her to toward him. Then, with his cock in hand, he gently rubbed its head against the entrance of her pussy. Slowly, making the moment linger, he entered her. Connie let out a gasp, dropping her head towards the floor. Tommy withdrew so that only his tip was in, hesitated a moment, then slid his cock all the way into her. "Oh, yes," his mother cried out as Tommy began a slow, rhythmic thrusting, holding tightly to her hips. "Oh, yes, Tommy. That's so good." While Tommy was fucking his mother, Jill had her hand buried in her own pussy. She withdrew the dripping fingers, reached over to Connie's ass, and began rubbing them around her dark hole. Connie squirmed as Jill inserted first one, and then another finger into her ass and began pumping in harmony with Tommy's thrusts. "Oh shit! Oh shit! Don't stop. Harder, Tommy," she screamed. "Fuck me harder." Tommy pounded his mother's pussy for all he was worth while Jill plunged her fingers in and out of her ass hole. "I'm cuming," his mother screamed. "Oh, my god, I'm cuming!" Tommy felt his mother's pussy muscles tighten around his cock as her whole body shook from her orgasm, while at the same time Tommy felt his own orgasm overtaking him. "Here I cum, mom. Here I cum," he cried. With that, he felt his whole body convulse as he spewed his sperm into her. Jill withdrew her fingers from Connie, and began gently rubbing her back. Tommy stayed as he was. Both mother and son were panting heavily, overcome by what had just happened. When Tommy's dick finally began to calm down, it slipped quietly from her pussy. He stood up slowly and, taking her hand, helped his mom to her feet. They stood face to face in silence, completely naked, looking for signs in each other's eyes. At last, Tommy spoke. "Are you okay, mom?" he asked. "Are we okay?" For a moment, she just stood there. Tommy looked at her nervously. Then she smiled, put her arms around him, and pulled him close. Tommy wrapped his arms around her as he bent his head to hers. Without hesitation, they locked their mouths together, tongues dancing in each other's mouth. Jill watched as the two new lovers came together in each other's arms. After a moment, she rose and slipped off her thong. Quietly, she moved to where they stood, still locked in their embrace. "Is there room for one more?" she asked. They broke their kiss and held open their arms for her. She stepped in, wrapping her arms around them as they returned her embrace. She looked to Tommy first, then to Connie, before leaning her head toward Connie and kissing her full on the lips. Without hesitation, Connie opened her mouth to Jill, their tongues darting back and forth between each other. Tommy stepped away from them, allowing them to completely embrace each other, watching his two lovers together. Their kiss was long and passionate, their hands softly exploring each other's body. After the kiss was finally over, Jill turned to Tommy. "Let's go into the bedroom and lie down, she suggested." They all moved quietly to the bedroom, hand in hand in hand. * * * Tommy lay down in the middle of the bed. Jill snuggled in on his right side, his mom on his left, both resting a hand on his chest. "How's your ass?" Tommy asked after a time. "It's fine," Connie answered. "No real pain." "You're lucky. You should have seen the spanking he laid on me this week," Jill offered. Connie looked at her questioningly. Slowly, her expression changed from one of confusion to one of understanding. "Wait a minute,"" she said. "You mean that you two . . ." She just let her voice drop off. Jill looked at her friend. "It all started last weekend. It just sort of happened. It wasn't planned or anything," she said. Then she looked at Tommy. "But I sure am crazy about him, Connie." She looked back at Connie. "Are we okay?" Connie lifted her hand from Tommy's chest and moved it to Jill's shoulder. "Of course we're okay," she responded. Then she grinned at her. "But you two set me up! You seduced me!" Jill laughed. "At first, it was just me," Jill explained. "Tommy didn't catch on until much later in the evening. But once he did, he really came through, don't you think?" she asked. "He sure did," she agreed looking at her son. "He sure did." * * * After lying in each other's arms for a while, Tommy sat up. "I'm hungry," he declared. "I'm going to get another piece of pizza. Anybody else want some?" "Boys," Connie said looking at Jill. "All they think about is food." "And pussy," Jill corrected. They all laughed. Tommy left the room headed for the kitchen. He stopped along the way to put on the new silk bathrobe the girls had bought him. He sat at the kitchen table eating his pizza, thinking about the events of the past week. He couldn't be certain about what the future would bring, but right now, he was the luckiest, happiest man alive. He had two wonderful women who loved not only him, but loved each other as well. After sitting for about 10 minutes, Tommy got up to use the restroom. Next, he returned to the bedroom. The sight that greeted him didn't really surprise him, but it did bring a smile to his face, not to mention a rise to his dick. Spread out on the bed before him lay his mother, with Jill on top of her, fondling her tits with her hands, nibbling on first one, then the other nipple with her teeth. His mom had one hand in Jill's hair, and the other in her own pussy, gently stroking her womanhood. Tommy sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to disturb the pair. As he watched, his mom rolled Connie onto her back, sliding down between her until she was on her knees, her face staring at Jill's glistening pussy. She lowered her mouth, nibbled on the folds of her pussy first, and then darted her tongue quickly in and out as Jill grabbed her own tits, massaging them mercilessly as her loins danced to the music of Connie's tongue. Connie raised her head briefly. "You like this, don't you?" "Oh, yes," Jill answered. "Should I continue? "Oh, God, yes. Please don't stop." Connie returned to Jill's pussy, sending her tongue deep, lapping up her juices, and then shifting her attention to the love button sitting before her, begging to be sucked. It was at that moment that Tommy slid behind his mother and buried his cock in her pussy, causing her to jump forward into Jill's pussy. He felt Connie's body quiver even as he watched Jill's shake. Reaching down, he took hold of Jill's ankles and raised her legs into the air, holding them perpendicular to the bed, spreading them wide to allow Connie better access. Tommy stared at the sight before him; Jill lying flat on her back, tits shaking, pussy wide open, with his mother's head buried between her legs. Slowly, not wanting to distract his mother from her current preoccupation, he began working his cock in and out of her pussy. He felt her gyrate her hips against him, squeezing him with her pussy muscles while never letting up on Jill. By this time, Jill was on fire. What her friend was doing to her pussy was driving her crazy. "Oh shit, Connie, I'm cuming," Jill cried out as her juices flooded Connie's face. Still, Connie did not let up. "Oh shit! I'm cumming," Jill screamed again. Connie lifted her head from Jill's dripping pussy, concentrating instead on the pleasure she felt in her own. "Oh yes, Tommy. Fuck your mother real good," she instructed Tommy. In response, Tommy began fucking her harder and deeper, his hands holding her hips firmly, controlling the tempo of their passion. He felt those familiar urges building within him. Not wanting to cum just yet, he withdrew from his mother, leaving only the tip of his cock in her. She moaned, reaching back with her pussy, searching for more of his cock. "Patience," Tommy said. Connie dove immediately back into Jill pussy, running her tongue around her love button. She reached her arms around Jill's legs and took one tit in each, massaging them, rubbing them together and pulling on the nipples. Jill arched her back as Connie's tongue danced on her clit. She grabbed the hands on her tits, mashing them and her tits into her chest roughly. Then she came again. Just as Jill collapsed back onto the bed, Tommy started stroking his cock into his mom again. Connie arched her back, making herself more accessible to her son while she reached her hand back to massage her own clit. The intensity of their love soon increased, with Tommy pounding his manhood into his mother and his mother thrusting herself back to meet him. Tommy moaned as he felt himself starting to cum. Connie started climaxing just as she felt her son emptying himself inside her. Totally spent, Connie collapsed on top of Jill, her pussy slipping off Tommy's cock, her head landing between the younger woman's bosom. Jill reached up, running her fingers through Connie's hair, while Tommy crawled around and lay on his side facing them. Tommy smiled at Jill. "It seems like every time I see you, somebody's fucking you." "I can't help it," she smiled. "I guess I'm just the fuckable type." * * * The three lovers lay there for some time, stroking each other lightly, basking in the glow of their newfound love. After a time, Connie withdrew her hand and moved slightly away from the other two, somehow sensing that now was their time. Jill moved to straddle Tommy's body with her legs, lying on his chest. "My turn, lover," she said softly. Their mouths came together softly, lips pressing together as their tongues darted to and fro between their mouths. The kiss stretched on indefinitely as the pair rolled across the bed, locked in each other's embrace as his mother looked on. As they lay on their sides, face to face, Jill broke the kiss. Placing her hand behind his head, she pulled him to her breasts. She whimpered softly as Tommy took her nipple between his teeth, biting gently, before licking and kissing every inch of her tit. Pushing her to her back, he repeated the treatment on the other tit. Slowly and sensuously he kissed, licked and fondled her tits, as if time was of no consequence. Then Jill rolled him onto his back, nibbling on his ears, pressing her body against his. She worked her way down his neck before reaching his chest. She nibbled gently on his nipples and kissed his chest softly as time seemed to stand still. Connie watched the scene unfold before her. She felt a stirring in her loins as she gazed at her son and her best friend together. She reached for her own pussy and massaged her clit slowly, in no more of a hurry then they were. As Jill focused her attention on Tommy's chest, he felt her hand begin to wander down to his cock. He felt her stroking his rigid length lightly, almost tickling. She took his balls in her hand, causing him to squirm ever so slightly, remembering her not so gentle treatment from the day before. Feeling his discomfort, she looked at him briefly. "Not this time," she smiled reassuringly. She swung her leg over his body, straddling his hips and sitting upright. Reaching between her legs, she positioned his manhood at the gates of her pussy. Slowly, ever so slowly, she lowered herself onto him until she sat on him, fully engulfing his cock. She lowered her upper body to his as they wrapped each other in their arms and showered each other with kisses. Slowly, easily, she gyrated her pussy on his manhood. Just as slowly, he responded, thrusting himself into her body. Time seemed to stand still for Connie. She was completely entranced with the sight before her, her hand working at a steadily increasing pace as her arousal kept pace with theirs. As she watched the passion building in the couple, she felt her own orgasm approach. She moaned softly as her orgasm washed over her, even as Jill and Tommy's orgasm approached. Feeling the urgency in his lover, Tommy rolled Jill onto her back, lying on top of her in the missionary position, while the thrusting of his cock into her pussy took on a greater urgency. Suddenly, Jill clinched tightly onto Tommy's back, and he felt her juices release in orgasm as her body began to shake. With one more thrust he felt his own orgasm bursting into her womb. After several more thrusts, he was spent and collapsed on top of her. Looking over, he saw his mom, laid out on her back, chest rising and falling rapidly as she reached for air, her hand still buried in her pussy. He rolled onto his back between the two women. There they lay, naked and side by side, totally spent from the evening's events. They drifted off to sleep, awaking briefly during the night to snuggle or share a tender kiss with one or the other before drifting back to sleep. * * * Epilogue When Tommy finally woke the next morning, he found himself alone in bed. He lay there wondering where the girls had gone, and whether he should go looking for them. Just then the door opened and Jill leaned her head around the corner. "Good morning," she smiled. "You stay there. We'll be right in." With that, she disappeared. A minute or so later they both came in. They were each carrying a tray of assorted breakfast foods and coffee and juice. And except for the aprons they wore, they were each buck-ass naked. Tommy couldn't help but laugh. "Breakfast in bed," he said. "And served by such attractive wenches." As they ate, they talked. "Tommy," his mom started. "Jill and I were talking. We thought that she'd move in with us. You could knock down a small section of fence between our back yards and we could come and go between houses without being seen. Essentially, we'd have two homes in one. To the rest of the world, it would look the same as it always did. What do you think?" "Would we all share one bedroom?" he asked. "Well, we could," Jill answered. "But we thought that might be a little tough on you, not having your own space. We thought you'd keep your room as is, and I'd share Connie's room. We'd be your harem, sort of." "We'd expect you to sleep with us every night, but you'd have your space if you needed it," his mom offered in support. Tommy thought for a moment. "So, I'd have a harem," he said thoughtfully. "This could turn out to be a lot of fun." He was grinning from ear to ear as they pelted him with pillows. Yes, this could truly be a lot of fun. * * * * * * * Thanks for reading. As always, I look forward to your comments and suggestions.