0 comments/ 34285 views/ 2 favorites Predator & Prey Ch. 01 By: Harold Masters Tasha Fontaine watched Henry walk up the driveway to his home. He wore a black duster to keep out the chill Autumn air. Most everything he wore was black. Or blue. Or forest shades. He looked at home both in the city and in the deep forest on the mountains. He was not a stereotype. He spoke politely, with manners and a grace far exceeding his youth. He even held his tone body in a confident, but not arrogant, fashion. Brownish black eyes gazed thoughtfully from small oval glasses. His chest and arms were well proportioned. So were his legs, which only hinted at the power beneath his skin. Not for the first time, Tasha sighed. However, this time Henry stopped. It was so sudden she was certain she'd missed it. She knew she wanted him sexually. Just sexually. But there was also an irritating mothering instinct. She had children. She did not want more. Yet Henry seemed to call out for mothering. Those warm, tender, matchless hugs just because. The faint peck on the top of his head. Just because. Now, he stood motionless. Not the frightened stillness of a deer. He seemed to be looking at something... or into somewhere. Tasha's pulse quickened as she worried about his actions. When he didn't move, she backed away from the window, intent on seeing just what was bothering him. * * * * Someone was watching him. The hairs on his neck twitched. His mind Balanced. He knew the signs well. True predators have survived being prey. Someone was watching him for reasons unknown. He turned his head slightly and slowly. In the reflection of his glasses... movement. Miss Fontaine. He smiled, the sensation instantly changing from prey to predator. He knew the outcome. Another broken heart. Someone who found him attractive in one dimension only. It was the Curse. Still, he smiled. She was very attractive... for a woman pushing sixty. Only his overly paranoid senses kept him from assuming she was nearing forty. She looked that young. If her breasts didn't sag as much as they did, thirty was a real possibility. She was plump, but it was obvious the "extra" weight was not slapped on haphazardly. Easily a double D cup. Her waist gave way to full hips and a round, ample butt. They did not just appear from nowhere... or thunder into view along with roll after roll of ugly cellulite. And her legs were tone, not just plump. He liked her... physically. He didn't know her... only of her. She was watching him, and he'd sensed it. Which meant he was going to break another heart today. * * * * Tasha opened her door and stood there, blatantly watching the young black man as he stood there. During her travels he'd moved his head, but remained otherwise motionless. Then, with a controlled slowness, he turned around. First his profile, then his entire face, slid into her view. It was nearly too much. Long dormant fantasies ripped through her mind and soul. She felt her nipples harden beneath her stylish black turtleneck sweater. Her legs trembled, aching to be wrapped around his strong, youthful body. He stared at her. Then into her very soul. His eyes held no malice. He was... curious. Did he know? Could he tell? He was such a caring young man. What she felt was lust. Not love. The torment showed plainly on her face. "Hello, Miss Fontaine. How are you doing?" "Fine. And you, Henry?" "Worried about a test I had today. Probably should study more than I do," he laughed. It was a lie and she knew it, but he let her know he knew... and understood. Maybe not the full truth, but he had a clue. Henry waved, then continued on to his home. Tasha went inside... and cried. * * * * There could be no mistake. Miss Tasha Fontaine had the hots for him. The look on her face told him everything. She wanted him sexually. Only sexually. And it tore her apart. Henry could only guess at the reasons. Race and age jumped to mind immediately, but neither felt right. He felt sorry for her. She was probably just as horny as any other woman. Being alone left only dating or masturbation as sexual outlets. If she was used to getting lots of sex, or just a few really good times, then she may just want more. The logic was simple and held together. It also didn't ring quite true. Grumbling, Henry decided to pay Tasha Fontaine a visit. Out of habit, he tossed two condoms into a small hidden pocket in his duster. Throwing on the heavy clothing, his eyes glanced over his computer. He smiled; at least he had a viable excuse to visit her. * * * * The knock on the door startled Tasha. As her mind sifted through the small list of possible visitors she headed to the front door. Opening it, she felt her mind screech to a dead stop. Henry stood before her, that same innocent look on his face... and something quite attractive dancing behind his eyes. "Hi, Miss Fontaine. My mom said you'd gotten a new computer and wanted someone to teach you how to use it. I can, if you'd like." "Oh. Sure!! Come on in, Henry. And... Thank you." She couldn't believe her luck. Henry was actually inside her home!! Her mind swirled with plans and moves. She was going to seduce him; that much was certain. She couldn't help herself. Part of her cried softly at the thought of using him for something so... cheap... as sex. She showed him to the computer, which was luckily placed in her bedroom. It sat in a corner, allowing her to see out of her window and onto the street below. He sat down in the chair she offered and powered up the machine. He was patient. She knew next to nothing about the blasted thing. She just wanted to use the internet. Email her sister in Maine. Simple things. It frightened her in some ways. Henry helped her quickly overcome her fears, simultaneously strengthening her resolve to seduce him. While also making it extremely hard to want to hurt him. After two hours, Tasha finally excused herself. Once inside the bathroom, she began to sob. "Hey... what's wrong, Miss Fontaine?" Even through the thick oak door his voice was gentle. Compassionate. She tried to speak, to apologize. The door crept open slowly. He was magnificent to look at, even swathed in black. His posture was open and inviting. Tasha longed to loose herself in the phantasmal black cloth he chose to wear every day. To be held by his arms. To have him fill her again and again. His lips on hers. His hands roaming over her flesh. But not if it hurt him. That was not a price she was willing to pay. * * * * The coldness of the Beast died. Tasha was torn by her own demons. And he had somehow reminded her of them. Henry closed his eyes. She hurt because of him. He knew what he had to do. He knew where his choice would take him. Another heart. He had only to be dishonorable and things would work out. In short... another heart would break. He walked over to her slowly. Sadly. He did not want to hurt her, but she had to be held. He did care. Something was bothering her. She didn't bother anyone. Everyone on the street loved her. She was godmother to quite a few of the children. She was also alone, and Henry knew what demons Loneliness could bring. He knew and expected the fear to reach her eyes as he extended his arms around her. He did not expect the Beast to growl... in triumph. Then Tasha ran her hands up his back... in a decidedly erotic manner. Henry smiled; she was trying to seduce him. He looked into her eyes... and saw the torment more clearly. She did want him, but wondered if it was right. He was an adult. She was an adult. It was their bodies. Their actions. Who else need care? Neither had someone significant in his or her lives. The end was rather apparent to the young man. All he had to do was sort out his emotions after the fact. She would take longer to do it, but together, just maybe... Hope blazing behind his eyes, Henry kissed her. * * * * Tasha gave in totally. Complete surrender... to her body. It had been nearly fifteen years since a man held her in his arms and kissed her with true passion and tenderness. Now there were male lips on hers. a gentle, unknowing tongue probing her mouth. She melted into his arms, holding on to his shoulders as she moaned her surrender. He was tentative at first, surprised by her totally surrender no doubt. Tasha broke the kiss... only to allow her tongue to trace its way down his chin and onto his neck. One light flick of her tongue tore a raw animalistic hiss/snarl/growl from him. His body seemed to suddenly be filled with incalculable power and passion. Then it faded. She looked into his eyes. There it was. The raw passion of a man about to take a woman. Yet he chained it. His eyes spoke of a wild determination to remain in control... the man ruling the animal. Tasha wanted to be fucked. Hard. She needed to feel a hard cock fucking her until she passed out from pleasure. Emotions be damned. He could give it to her... but he did not want it free. She smiled. knowing what she would have to do. "Henry?" He looked at her but did not answer. The war still raged on inside him. "I know that look. It's natural, Henry. And... I want it. I need you to fuck me. Please. Fuck me silly. I know you think it's wrong, but not if I want it. Please... " She touched his cheek as her head slowly lowered. * * * * Tasha's surrender was a shock. He expected her to struggle. Instead she simply gave in to her desires. Totally. It was something he dared not do. He knew himself too well. The fury of the Beast Within was too great. Yet she DID ask for it. She wanted it. Maybe he was wrong about her. Just how long had she been without sex? She was obviously very aroused... and easily so it appeared. He watched as she lowered her head to his crotch. Beneath the double layer of cotton his dick jumped violently. Henry cracked his neck as his resolve to remain in control slipped dangerously. An older white woman giving him head. A nice fantasy. A woman he could fuck. That untamed sex everyone bragged about getting in school. They didn't have a clue. It was nothing, but it was something special. Tasha Fontaine gave herself to him, trusting him with something he held precious: a woman's sex. His mind made up, Henry quickly stripped off his pants and boxer-briefs Tasha gasped. It HAD been a long time. * * * * It HAD been a long time. Right before her eyes was a young, powerful penis. And it throbbed just for her. Tasha's mouth watered at the prospect of tasting the manly flavor of a real dick. Fifteen years. She felt Henry's hands touch her hair, a slight tremble evident. He was still trying to remain in control. It was good to see him like this. It made him human... and she wanted him more because of it. "Do it," she whispered. * * * * Henry lost a bit of control. His face shifted slightly. Gone was the human guise. His eyes glowed with a primal fire. His lips curled back into a snarl worthy of any wolf. His back shifted slightly, coiling up slightly. The Beast was in control now. He grabbed her by the hair and rammed his dick deep into her mouth, getting nearly half of his member inside her warm/cool orifice. He sighed, the sound deep and rumbling. He fucked her face, his fingers wound tightly in her hair as he tried to get all eight inches inside her mouth. Tasha's eyes were wild with passion. She sucked hard, whipping her tongue over his dick in endless pleasure. A loud pop accompanied him as he yanked free. She gasped, totally oblivious to anything but the pleasure he'd just given... and which she returned. "Take it all," he snarled. She obeyed instantly, jerking his stiff member before slowly inhaling it. Inch by maddeningly blissful inch... until her nose pressed against his shaven pubes. Tasha worked her gullet around him. Wave after wave of pleasure ripped through him. Henry fought it; he would not blow his first load in her mouth. He wanted it inside her. He held on until the last moment before pushing her off his dick. Taking a moment to shake the warm fuzzies from his head. Henry pointed to the bedroom. * * * * Tasha's nostrils flared. The thrill of being face fucked shattered her mind. So long... so many years. Then deepthroating him. Her first!!! And he'd ordered her to do it. And, just like a good little slut, she obeyed. Her pleasure came when he got his. Still, he denied her a taste of his precious seed. Yet the look on his face told her that he was not done using her. She crawled to her bedroom. The thin fabric of her spandex shorts tugged at her puffed out cunt lips. She felt his hands on her ample rear, moving lazily over the surface. Like he was inspecting his goods. She felt so cheap... and it felt so damned good. She crawled up to the bed, but Henry stopped her. his hands latched onto her hips. Tasha stopped immediately, lowering herself until she though the angle was just right. He pulled off her shorts, helping her step out of them. Then, without warning, he was inside her cunt, fucking her with everything he had. Tasha howled. The sensation of his sudden entrance blurred with the constant pounding her long neglected cunt was getting. She lost count of orgasms as they flew through her body. The sound of his hips thudding into her ample ass served only to heighten her pleasure. * * * * Closer. He felt it approach like an armada over the horizon. Closer. His breathing deepened. Closer. His muscles tense and flowed. Closer. He quickened the pace, anticipation fueling his soul. CLOSER!!! Henry howled as he came. His hips jerked, torn this way and that by the power of his own orgasm... and the tight, warm, yielding cunt that had sucked his seed from him. His hands, death grip tight around her hips, jerked her flailing body against his, digging even deeper into her cunt. This was the true power of the Beast Within. Henry was awestruck. And the Beast was not finished when the final tremor of his orgasm faded. * * * * Tasha looked like a fish out of water. Sweat flowed in rivers down her body. Her mind hummed like a screen of snow on a mute television. Her mouth tried desperately to get air into her lungs. Her cunt ached. She knew it would be sore for days. "I'm not finished. But..." She whimpered. She didn't have the strength to stop him even if she wanted to. As he pulled free another orgasm slid across her body. She felt her body being pushed and dragged onto the bed, and then rolled over onto her back. He looked like a god. Milk chocolate skin dusted with sweat... from light exertion. His eyes an inferno of passion. His arms sleek, powerful and warm to her touch. Her eyes traveled lower... There it was. There was the creature responsible for Bliss untold. She swallowed, knowing it had only begun to show her the wonders of youthful caring. * * * * She was so vulnerable. She lay there, exhausted by the savage fucking. He felt pity; he wanted this to be something different, and that it was. He hovered over her, letting her surrender fill his vision. Indeed she did surrender... to him. Henry ran the tip of his cock up and down her soaked sex, the hairs matted and tangled. Tasha moaned, her body moving only because the sensations overrode her natural movements. Her fingers flexed and twitched as his cock slid over her erect clit. Her legs snaked over the satin bedsheets. Her hips tried to keep pace with the arrhythmic assault. Henry, a feral grin etched on his youthful face, placed just the tip of his dick inside her hot sex. Slowly. Never more than just a hair over the tip. This was control. He watched Tasha's face as he slowly sexed her back to the world of the living. * * * * Tasha felt herself being dragged back into the realm of reality. This time she could feel his girth and length more fully as he entered her swollen sex, gingerly entering where before he had just taken her. Her eyes slowly focused on Henry's face. He looked very mature. Those warm brown eyes were neither cold nor fiery. They simply gazed at her with a natural realness. Sweat beaded around his forehead, but it was not from exertion. His body, likewise coated, did not tremble as he placed his arms on the bed next to her head. His chest rose and fell slowly as he breathed in a curiously controlled manner. He was truly a man. She slid her hands up his arms, his power evident in the pillar-like strength within his forearms. She smiled warmly, openly. She tried to speak... "Hush." The words were soft, but they held the power of control. Tasha's smile widened, as did her legs. She dragged them along his strong legs as he continued to fill her. When he was full entrenched, she sighed contentedly, her eyes fluttering shut. Before it was fucking. Brutal. Ruthless. This time they would have sex. Good, long, satisfying sex. The kind her body needed even more than the fucking. The first thrust was sublime. With one movement Henry began erasing the exhaustion from her body, filling her with a wicked erotic power. Her hips began to undulate, writhing as he pulled himself nearly completely from her clutching cunt. It was... indescribable. Thrust after thrust poured countless waves of pure bliss over her senses. Tasha moaned her pleasure as her young lover expertly pleased her body. Her legs stroked his body. Her hands roamed over Henry's body as he thrust into her again and again and again. This time her orgasm approached slowly, massing its army over the horizon of sex. * * * * This was... different. This time he was in control, not the Beast. He enjoyed the feel of her more this time. Her hands touched him like he always wanted... but there was still something missing. Something he couldn't quite put into words, but knew was there by virtue of its absence. Henry let himself flow into his feelings. Tasha's surrender was total, but it was only because she trusted him. She could not know. Trust was something Henry took very seriously. It was something he'd long known to be priceless. This may well be just sex, but it was with someone she trusted. Why... he was not sure. Nor was he sure why he took her trust so readily. Yet he did. He closed his eyes. Windows to his soul, he refused to allow her that much access to his inner most feelings. It would be easy to "bring the heart" in such a situation. Good sex had a way of blinding people, a fact he knew personally. His head lowered and he let his tongue slither along her neck. Then... came the rumblings of the Beast. * * * * So young. Henry was still rough around the edges. So young, and he was growing wiser and stronger with each passing moment. Before there was no control. Now... there was that fickle thing called humanity. Henry had no idea of the true Power Within. That would change. For now... The female's body responded to his ministrations. She had been neglected for far too long. Henry's attention was good... and deadly. Yet Henry knew this. More... he had the beginnings of understanding. The young man would do well... if he survived this encounter. * * * * Henry let his pleasure come slowly, building to a nearly untold level. His body felt alive with their combined bliss. His mind began to open. His thoughts flowed with a mercurial quickness. His nostrils flared as he let everything join the Nothing. His body responded, increasing the power of his thrusts even as he swung his hips, touching here and there within her center. He could not help the snarl. Deep within his chest he felt the Beast clamor for release. His teeth nipped at her neck, tearing a hiss from Tasha's slack mouth. She began to thrash about, totally oblivious to anything except the pleasure. Then an idle thought flashed across his mind. Could he? Could THEY? "Together," he growled. It was a question in form... a command in essence. * * * * Tasha understood Henry's words, but could not comprehend the truth. He wanted to cum when she did, and would not be denied. It was something she'd often read about... the fabled simultaneous orgasm. Predator & Prey Ch. 01 Alize was looking fine tonight. She knew it and so did everybody else at the party. It wasn't just a Hallowe'en party, it was the Hallowe'en party for "sexy singles" and it was hosted by her local sex shop in a lavish (but rented) mansion. At this kind of party you'd be more likely to bob on someone's knob than for apples. Candy dishes, scattered about the enormous property, were filled with various flavoured condoms, mistletoe, though somewhat inappropriate for the season, was hung over every door, and Spanish Fly was rumoured to be served at the bar in the basement. It was just the kind of party Alize needed, but she wasn't Alize tonight: she was Lil Red Ridin' Hood. Except the damn bartenders kept wanting to make sure she was Alize before serving up her rum and cokes. "Very frustrating to keep in character," she lamented to her two girlfriends, Denise and Marcia. I don't look that young, Alize thought to herself. She was 21, but could pass for 18 on any ordinary day. But tonight was not ordinary and she had no idea what dangerous thoughts passed through every male mind that glimpsed her in her costume. Alize was petite, barely five feet, but, to compensate, she wore four-inch black patent leather thigh high boots. Even though the footwear reached to mid-thigh, there was still a sizable gap between the top of her boots and the hem of her corset-style skirt. The skirt was a small piece of black and red lace-brocaded satin that laced up the back wi th a black ribbon to give the other party goers a good glimpse of her shapely ass. The matching top plunged low to show off her smaller, but firm and plump breasts, and was cinched in the middle to show off a tiny waist. Alize had tied a sheer red cape around her graceful neck and carried a small basket-style purse on her arm to complete her ensemble. Her medium length blonde-streaked caramel locks were plaited loosely just below both ears into pigtails, a hairstyle that complemented her dazzling green eyes that were lightly rimmed with black liner extending to a cat's eye. Simple translucent powder allowed the light sprinkle of freckles on her small nose to peep through and a deep crimson colour on her lips showed off her full pout to its best advantage. And pout she did. The host and owner, Randy, was mingling and noticed and strolled over. Randy was about 30, an entrepreneur, and definitely hot. "Hey, baby. How's it goin', " he asked, giving her a kiss on the cheek, then stepping back to admire her costume, "Wow! You're the only woman this outfit looks better on than the mannequin in the window." Alize laughed self-conciously, then pirouetted for his lingering eyes. "I'm ok," she said, "But can you tell the bartenders to stop ID-ing me. It's killin' the mood." "Sure, babycakes, just leave it to me." Randy pulled Alize along to the makeshift stage set up to the left of the entrance hall. "All right, everybody, listen up!" he bellowed, "This is Lil Red Ridin' Hood, my special guest (and one of my best customers, he murmured to her) and I don't want anyone (he glared at the bartenders) hassling her for anything, unless it's a piece of ass!" With that, he spun her around to show off her tight body to the crowd, and gave her a smack on the ass for good measure. As they walked off the stage together, he pointed out the appetizer table and apologized for the groping by saying he was only living up to his name. Laughing, Alize said that was alright, and made her way back to the bar. "What do I gotta do to get special treatment from Randy?" Denise wondered aloud. "Yeah, Ally. How do you know him so well?" Marcia demanded. Alize blushed and examined her red manicured nails. She didn't want to let her girlfriends know just how often she patronized the "Beaver and Buck" and how much of her student loan money now existed in sex toys and lingerie. "Uhh, just from around. Hey Marce, that guy over there is totally checkin' you out." True enough, a strangely sexy robot was giving Marcia the once (or twice) over. He smiled and started to approach, so Alize grabbed Denise's arm to lead her away under the premise of going for snacks. "Enjoy yourself," she mumbled to her friend with a wink. Arm in arm, Lil Red Ridin' Hood and Denise, dressed as a fairy princess, strolled away, inciting the lust of every man, and a few of the ladies, who watched them walk past. "Tell you the truth, Al, I'm not hungry...for food anyways, but can you do me a favour? Please?" "Dee, I, unlike everyone else in the house, don't want to bone you, so there's no point in battin' those baby blues at me. Spit it out, what do ya want?" Alize replied, curiously. "An introduction to Randy. He's fuckin' smokin'. You didn't do him, did ya? Actually, I don't care...c'mon man..." Denise pleaded. "To answer your questions: yes and no." "What? You did fuck him? And you didn't tell me?" Denise shrieked. "Your first question was for an intro, you retard, and I didn't fuck him. Ease up on the cocktails, or, are you gettin' drunk so you can ease up on a cock?" Alize teased. She spotted Randy about halfway across the packed room and dragged the now-blushing Denise to his side. "Hey again. This is Denise, you'll like her," Alize said. "Is that so?" Randy smiled down at his wannabe conquest, and put his arm around her, "I guess I'll trust your judgement on such a pretty little thing." Denise beamed and Alize quickly darted away towards the refreshments. She grabbed a paper plate and filled it with various canapés, mini quiches and cheese wedges. As she reached for a sausage roll, a voice spoke directly in her ear. "Hey Goldilocks, I got a piece of meat that wouldn't even fit in your mouth..." Bemused, Alize responded without deigning her hopeful suitor with a backwards glance, "Oh yeah, well I can always cut it into bite-size pieces, and that's one of the lamest pick-up lines I've ever heard. You even got the fairy tale wrong, didn't ya notice the red riding hood?" Alize turned to face him. The man was dressed as a werewolf, but he didn't have a very good costume. He wore awful-looking pointy fake teeth, gloves with claws, a black silk shirt open to the waist that exposed his very nice and very chiselled abs, Alize admitted to herself, and black dress pants. He had a blonde curly mop that extended into bushy sideburns and startling deep blue eyes that seemed to look through her. All in all, he was a very good-looking specimen of a man, even with the horrible accessories. "I'll tell you what," she continued, "I'll let you try again if you take out those awful teeth." He grinned disarmingly and his eyes twinkled charmingly. He complied. "Have a seat; let me clear a spot for you," as he proceeded to brush his facial hair rapidly. Alize burst out with laughter at the Cheech and Chong reference. "One more chance, that's it, and try to be sexy at least." "Hey, baby-girl, what you got in that basket?" he attempted, nodding towards her purse, with an exaggerated leer. "Oh, just some treats for my Granny. She's sick you know," Alize replied, playing along. "Shouldn't you be dressed as a nurse then? I'm J.J., by the way." "Alize. I can be whatever you want me to be," she murmured, smiling slightly, "Besides being a nurse is so trite, just like being a vampire or a zombie or a were..." She trailed off, blinking innocently at the handsome semi-stranger. His laugh came as a sharp bark. "So, first I'm lame, then unsexy and then finally trite. Very complimentary. What, are you one of those impossible to please women?" "Not at all," Alize replied calmly, "I can deal with all the above as long as you're not cheap. Why don't you get me a drink and we can talk some more. Rum and coke, please." She turned back to the food table to grab a tiny slice of cherry cheesecake. When she looked behind her again, he had disappeared. He was funny, hot, and damn sexy, Alize thought to herself, I wonder if he'll come back with a drink or not. She went to look for Denise and Randy to see how they were getting on. She finally located them in the noisy, crowded basement in an un-secluded nook. They didn't seem to notice or care, as they were tightly entwined and she had to fake clear her throat many times until Randy finally glanced up. "Oh, hey Alize, how's it going," he grinned at her, giving her the thumbs-up sign behind Denise's head. Denise smiled, a bit drunkenly. "Good, I think I found someone to play with tonight. Can I have a keycard for one of the upstairs rooms?" she asked. "Sure, baby-doll. Who's the lucky guy?" he enquired, fumbling in his pocket. J.J. appeared suddenly at Alize's side with her mixed drink and presented it to her. "Thanks. This is J.J.," she introduced him. Randy held out the piece of plastic and waved her away with a wink. "Go on. Have fun, be bad!" Alize guzzled her drink, pitched the cup, then grabbed J.J.'s hand to lead him through the throng of people back to the main floor, where a live band had taken to the stage. At the foot of the curled staircase, there stood a 250- pound bouncer. "Ticket, please," he asked, over the ruckus. Alize went to hand him the keycard Randy had given her. The bouncer shook his head and told her, "Those are to get into the rooms upstairs, like an electronic hotel door. You two gotta do something to make me know you guys won't just talk and cuddle and waste valuable bed space up there." Alize laughed nervously, but J.J. snuck his hand under her cape to the exposed small of her back and pressed her to his taut body. She stretched up to meet his lips, and they kissed, for the first time, softly, then their tongues met and explored each others' mouths. He reached through her hair to tug her head back so he could deepen the kiss. Her crotch was pressed firmly against his hardening cock, and she rubbed her moistening pussy against it. He moaned against her mouth and broke the kiss off sharply. He kissed and licked her neck down to the top of the corset, then tugged it down to expose her hard pink nipples. He sucked one while pinching the other, reversed, then bit each rock-hard point gently. She gasped, her hand now on his cock, then gasped again when she realized what this easy-going and mild-mannered man had packing in his trousers. Their mouths met again, and she clung to him, kissing desperately, until the bouncer finally had to shout to get their attention. "Man," the bouncer laughed, "I believe it. There's enough sexual tension between you guys to...well, I don't know, but damn!" Alize giggled and stepped proudly past the velvet rope the bouncer unchained, fixing her top and giving her ass a little wiggle for the benefit of the approving bouncer and for J.J., who followed behind her. When they got to the top of the landing, they realized every door was marked "69", so they chose one at random and opened it. The door swung open to reveal a lavish, but small suite. The four poster queen-sized bed occupied much of the space, and a small night table was the only other piece of furniture. There were six down-filled pillows atop the black comforter, a striking contrast to the pale cream of the walls and thick carpet. "Well," J.J. started, "Do you want to talk? Like, get to know each other..." Alize giggled again. "I dunno...you might be some crazy lunatic. I'd feel safer if I could maybe tie you up until I get comfortable and then we can discuss the next step..." The (at least) foot taller J.J. was only too happy to acquiesce to her demand. "Sure, sure, you are pretty little compared to me. Yeah, that's OK. But I'm not gonna hurt you, just to let you know, but famous last words, eh, I guess." "Is it OK if I take off your shirt," Alize inquired innocently "Yeah, go ahead." She pulled his shirt out of his pants, undid the bottom few buttons, then slipped his arms out of his sleeves. She ran both of her index fingers in his waistband, teasingly, then slid her hands up his flat stomach and J.J. shivered slightly. He laid back on the bed and stretched out. From her woven purse, Alize snatched a long red silk scarf. Alize knelt on the bed before him, then straddled him, and she gently rubbed her pussy on his straining cock. She grabbed both his wrists, pulled off the ugly clawed gloves, slapped him playfully with one, threw them to the side, and looped the length securely around his wrists then tied them to the headboard. As Alize removed her red cape, J.J. laughed nervously, and asked, "Now what?" "I don't know...in my fairy tale, don't you want to eat me?" He looked confused for a moment, then seemed to clue in, "Yeah, I guess so." "Then get on with it." Alize scooted forward so that she was now straddling J.J.'s face. She pulled up her extremely tiny skirt and revealed, for the first time, that she wasn't wearing any panties over her shaven cooch. She spread herself so he could see her most private place up close: her smooth, pink lips, her little bud of pleasure, already engorging with blood, and her slick pussy hole. J.J. breathed her scent in deeply, sighing, and Alize moved even closer so that she was sitting on his face. He traced his tongue around her outside lips, around and around, until she was insistently rubbing her swelling clit against his open mouth. He sucked on her clit, then massaged it with his tongue in small circles. She moaned at his technique and spread herself even wider so he could access everywhere. He licked her with broad strokes from her clit to her juicy hole, probed inside, tasting her sex, then returned to her clit, repeating this in endless pleasurable circles. Alize finally tore her pussy away from this exquisite pleasure to reach back into her basket. She pulled out a smaller black silk scarf and fastened it across his eyes, obscuring his vision. She kissed him on the lips, getting lost for a moment as she tasted herself on his tongue, then lapped up her juices from his face as a cat would. She sucked and flicked his earlobe gently and bit his neck harshly. He cried out when she sucked his skin between her scarlet lips and sharp teeth to leave her mark on him. She continued to lick and bite and scratch her way down his torso, leaving goose bumps and causing his tawny nipples to spring erect. There was a small patch of light curls in the centre of his chest and she tugged at them as she toyed with his nipples. Alize dragged her nails down his stomach to his hips, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down slowly. J.J. moaned when she grazed his hard cock with her nails over his boxers in the process of removing his pants. And what a fuckin' cock he had: the eight inch behemoth sprang free through the fly of his shorts and reared strongly upwards. Alize drew in her breath, and silently congratulated herself on her find. She stripped him of his boxers too. He lay naked before her; a nice, helpless fuck for her with the biggest cock she had seen in real life. What a great party, she thought to herself. She kissed and licked and scratched his upper thighs, and sucked on his balls, relentlessly teasing him, until he thrusted his cock up towards her face. She slapped it none too gently. "Turn over and put your ass in the air," she commanded. He complied and she began licking him from asshole to his balls, carefully avoiding his dick. He groaned in appreciation and she reached yet again for her bag. She pulled out a small dildo and some strawberry lube. She applied the lube carefully to the make-shift prick and to her fingers, then gently inserted one then two fingers as she fondled his balls. She replaced her fingers with the five inch dildo and slowly, stopping every inch or so to withdraw and start again, pushed it in. Alize paused to allow J.J. to get used to feeling a cock in his ass, then slid it in and out for a few minutes. He moaned even louder. She sped up, fucking his ass and playing with his balls as he grew even harder. Alize reached down and felt herself and knew she was ready. "J.J., I want to fuck you 'til I cum and if you can hold back, I will give you a special treat, OK?" "Yeah, anything...anything you want baby girl," he agreed, at this point willing to give her his liver if she asked. She removed the dildo and tossed it on the night table. "Turn over." He rolled over and she took off his blindfold. She mounted him and her slippery pussy slid down his firm, thick fuckstick. She sat there for a moment, loving the full feeling and flexing her Kegel muscles. She massaged her clit and started started to move slowly on his dick. She moved up til he nearly slipped out then slammed herself back down, over and over again, and they moaned together. God, when was the last time she was this horny, Alize wondered, trying to remember. "Don't you dare come!" she commanded as she rode his cock, getting closer and closer to her orgasm. She sat firmly on his girth and rocked back and forth, rubbing her clit furiously. J.J. moaned and struggled to contain his pleasure, loving the feeling of her tight pussy trembling and shaking. She pulled down her corset so she could pinch her nipples and massage her plump tits. They bounced as she did, on his dick, and J.J. watched her performance enthralled. She looked down to watch his cock penetrate and recede and groaned at the size of it. "You like this pussy," she spat out, through gritted teeth, "You like the way I fuck you." "Oh god, oh my god yes," J.J. answered in gasps. He could hardly control himself. Only the promise of a special treat kept him from flooding her pussy with jizz. She rotated smoothly on his cock, and fucked him reverse-cowgirl style. He watched her ass swallow up his dick, and his excitement grew and grew. He felt her shudder, and her pussy vibrated on his cock and he had to bite his arm as hard as possible to not come. She rode him slower, savouring her orgasm, every last wave of bliss. She remained on his fullness for a moment before dismounting, then wiped her dripping pussy with the sheet and tugged her skirt down. She looked at herself in the mirror and fixed her hair and makeup, with the help from a small case in her basket of treats. Finally, she leaned over and pulled her corset up (but just barely) over her flushed breasts. J.J. watched her, his eyes dark with lust. "Come here," he said, "I need to cum so bad." "Oh, yeah," she laughed, "Well, I need another drink." "What?" he nearly shouted, "You're just gonna leave me here?" "Remember," Alize told him, "You're my plaything. I can and will do anything I want to you, and, as you can see, you can't do a fuckin' thing about it." She leaned over the bed and licked his prick clean. "Mmmm...tasty. I wouldn't want you to escape and track me down with your wolf-man powers and ravage me. You won't be able to sniff me out in a crowd of people now," she said with a laugh. "If I do get free, I will fuck you harder and rule you like you never have been before," he promised. Alize merely laughed. "Now keep that gorgeous cock hard for me," she said, glancing at her struggling prisoner as she shut the door. Predator & Prey Ch. 01 She fucked him hard, racing to join her lover in that most fantastic of sexual experiences. Closer and closer. Each thrust thundered through her body as he snorted, growled and snarled with his efforts. Her voice sounded eons away as it moaned her pleasure. Her nipples ached. Her entire body surged as Henry began pounding her. Her moans became barely babbled words, then incomprehensible howls of ecstasy as she came closer and closer. Closer. CLOSER... Then... It was glorious. Nothing could have prepared her for the sensation. Blast after white-hot blast splattered inside her cunt as it spasmed around his member. Tasha thrashed around, screaming loudly as her orgasm roared through her entire being. She clawed at his back. Colors blurred, mixed, swirled and exploded behind her tightly shut eyes. * * * * Henry could not stop himself. Did not even entertain the thought. He pounded Tasha's mature sex without mercy even as his own nervous system threatened to overload from the pleasure. He felt her claw at his back, and it only fueled his sense of urgency. Again and again he filled her with seed and member. His teeth itched to feel flesh between them; he obliged. Even with his vision distorted he found her supple neck and sank his teeth into her flesh. Her screams were because of him. Her actions were because of him. Henry tore his mouth from her neck and growled as the final surge of orgasm flowed through his body. Slowly he fell back to Earth. He was not surprised to find that he did not quite hit bottom. He still wanted more. So did the Beast. * * * * Tasha tried to focus on anything. Slowly her efforts were rewarded... with the vision of Henry still looming over her. His face vibrated violently. Human. Animal. The eternal internal war. How long had this war been waged within his youthful body and soul? She felt pity... and was sorry she'd seduced him. "H... Henry?" "Don't, Miss Fontaine." He snuggled up to her, holding her tenderly. Afterglow warmed the room, seeping into her heart. He understood. A smile played across her lips as she let sleep creep over her body. When they awoke, they would see what came of their actions. fin