1 comments/ 40360 views/ 5 favorites Fate By: king_wesley Chapter 1: I Don't Believe In That Shit. Fate, destiny, karma, whatever you may call it, it's unavoidable. The powers that be determine who you are, what you do and how you do it. Your job is to just sit back and enjoy the ride so to speak. It's the one universal force which we cannot escape.... Well fuck that. There is no such thing as fate, we have no destiny, and Karma will not come and bite us on the ass. Belief in this shit is purely for those who feel the need to blame a higher power when life throws a load of crap at them. Some people need to believe. They have to convince themselves that God has a plan for them or that on a cosmic level they deserve the bad things which happen to them. Well like I said before: ...Fuck ...that. I don't need to believe in such things. I am such things, a Demigod. I have the power to decide your fate, destiny or whatever you wish to call it but there is no plan. I'm just here to enjoy myself and there is nothing more enjoyable than sex. There is nothing I like more than to send a young girl's body and mind soaring into uncontrollable bliss. And hey face it, they love it too. It's not my fault if one night with me will ruin them for all their future partners, I get bored easily. One night with a girl is enough for me before I move onto the next one. Nobody is off limit and there are so many beautiful untapped girls out there. I just want to try as many as possible while this body is still in its prime. Hey, if you had my powers you'd do the same don't kid yourself that you wouldn't. You can't blame me if these girls get all overwhelmed and think we must have some special bond or be soul mates or something. I've already told you I don't believe in that shit. They are for the weak. Chapter 2: Psychic Encounter. So why am I talking about fate and karma if I know its all bullshit? Well, it's like this: A few weeks back the carnival was in town and I decide to go and have some fun there. Anyway, there was this fortune teller's tent there and I'm feeling a little bored so I go inside. The first thing that caught my eye was how cute the so called psychic was, I mean she was hot in a mysterious kind of way. Her breasts weren't as large as my own but they were an ample size and she had long blond hair in contrast to my brunette curls. She had green eyes too, I like green eyes. It adds a level of exotica to someone's features. I almost decided to forgo the reading and just seduce her there and then but something stopped me. It seemed more fun to find out if she could predict what was to become of her. However, this was when things got weird. To my astonishment she knew what I could do. She called me Lisa before I gave my name, made references to some of my more memorable conquests and knew what I had planned for her once my reading was finished. I don't know what shocked me more, the fact she knew all this or that she did not seemed at all fazed by what she knew of me. Still it didn't overly bother me as I only had one thing on my mind anyway. Actually the thought of taking someone who was aware of their inevitable fate was quite a turn on. Then she said it; the words which have been haunting me for weeks now. As the reading was coming to an end she told me: "This reading is over and so you are free to do with me as you wish but heed my warning: You are like the puppeteer, the one pulling the strings of those around you. However like Gepetto was unable to control Pinocchio you must beware of the puppet that has no strings." I asked her what she meant but she said nothing more. Just to "Beware the puppet that has no strings." Chapter 3: Bar Talk. "I think maybe you've had enough miss." The bartender said to her. Lisa looked at him with a look of protest. "I am not drunk if that's what you think, this is all true." "Sure it is, but maybe it's still time to go. You've been rambling on about Fate and whatever for hours now. You're lucky we're not busy tonight as you've been stopping me do my job all night." "Listen I don't need some smartass college dropout telling me what to do. I came here to vent my problems to you, that's what barmen are for isn't it? To listen to the problems of their customers?" "Well sometimes maybe yes," the barman replied unsurely. "But you don't seem to have any real problems." "Have you not been listening to a word I've said?" Reacted Lisa angrily, "This Fortune teller woman has fucked my head up, I can't think straight." "How do you mean?" "All I think about is this 'Puppet without strings' shit. I haven't fucked anyone since, not even the psychic herself and she was damn hot, I'm too paranoid." "What have you got to be paranoid about?" asked the barman quizzically. "About whether the next girl I sleep with is this 'puppet without strings' bitch I'm destined to encounter." "But you don't believe in destiny," teased the bartender. "I don't" said Lisa uncomfortably, "but..." "In fact, you said that only the weak believe in that sort of shit." "That's true but..." "So then you have nothing to worry about?" Confirmed the barman. "If you are this Godlike figure you claim to be then the riddles of some carnival fortune teller should just brush off you. You're too powerful to believe in all that fatalistic bullshit." Everything started to become much clearer in Lisa's head. This guy was right. Since when did a Demigod have to worry about the words and warnings of a mere mortal? "Screw her," she thought, "I need to have my fun, I've gone way too long without the feel of another girl lying beside me. I need to find somebody to fuck." Her mind returned to the conversation with the barman; "You know what? You're right." She proclaimed. "Fuck that psychic bitch. I came into this body to get laid and that's what I'm gonna do. No more fucking with my head. I'm the one in control." She got up to leave but before doing so turned back to the bartender. "Thanks for the talk. You're actually quite good at you're job after all. If you weren't so male I may have even considered taking you home tonight. Anyhow I've gotta go find a girl but I need to freshen up a bit first. Where's the bathroom?" The barman pointed round the side of the bar. "It's just through there. Have a good evening now, Hope you find someone." "Yeah see you around." Lisa called back as she disappeared into the ladies' room. Chapter 4: Seduction. Lisa had just finished fixing herself up in the mirror. It was true she didn't need to look good to seduce a girl but she liked to feel sexy and looking how her little red dress hung scandalously off her braless breasts, she knew she was looking stunning. Now all she needed was a girl to help her out of it. Walking back into the main bar she noticed the bartender she'd been talking too was nowhere to be seen. "Must just be the end of his shift" she thought. Lisa was about to leave when something grabbed her attention. Sitting at a lone table in the corner was possibly the most stunning creatures Lisa had ever seen in all her lifetimes. Lisa had a thing for Latin girls but even so this one was special. Her hair was jet black which seemed to perfectly frame her olive skinned features. She was petite without looking skinny and her breasts: They were incredible and their size defied her build. To top all of that she was dressed in a long blue dress with a slit that seemed to carry on forever up her leg and thigh. It was too classy by far for her surroundings. Lisa couldn't believe this girl was alone but all the signs pointed to single: Just one drink, not looking at her watch as if waiting for someone, dressed to kill. This girl was available and Lisa just knew she had to be hers. She walked over to the table. "Mind if I join you?" Lisa asked casually. "Err... no, not at all, be my guest." The girl replied with a hint of an Italian accent. "Thank you." Lisa said as she sat herself down on the chair opposite her prey, Lisa began to skim the girl's mind and liked what she found. This girl was pure but by no means naïve. A good upbringing masked the sensuality that burned inside her, Up to now she had only really lived in her fantasies but Lisa had already decided tonight was the night she would be set free. As she began to engage in small talk with the girl, Lisa's mind started to work its magic on her body: "So what's your name?" Lisa asked. "Pia" the girl replied as an invisible hand began to work its way up her thigh. "I'm Lisa. Pia, that's an interesting name. Is it foreign?" "Y...Y...Yes it's Italian" Pia stuttered as a second hand cupped her left breast and began to massage. Lisa was enjoying watching her react to these new sensations and decided to up the tempo a bit. "Oh, so are you Italian then?" "M...M...My father is but m...my mother's from New York." Pia replied as she tried to compose herself whist a third hand began caressing her right breast. She felt it squeeze her nipple and couldn't help but emit a small gasp, much to the delight of the smirking Lisa. Continuing as if nothing was amiss Lisa went on: "So you were born here?" Her breath now noticeably quicker from the myriad of hands which were now running all over her body, stroking and caressing every inch of her skin, "Yes I was, I...I've never been to Italy although I'd v...very m...much like toooooo g...g...gooooo!" Lisa was loving what she was seeing and decided it was time to go in for the kill. She had made a point of leaving Pia's pussy untouched but now she could sense it was wet and begging for release. She slid across into the seat next to Pia and placed her hand on the young girl's leg. Before Pia could protest, her real fingers had found their way through the slit and into her panties. The moisture confirmed what Lisa already knew and she did not relent. As two fingers penetrated the already quivering Italian American, Lisa knew it was time to make things a bit more private. As her fingers worked their magic she asked: "Does it feel good to be pleasured by another woman?" "Mmmm" Pia moaned oblivious to her surroundings. "It can feel so much better you know. I can make your body feel things beyond your wildest fantasies. Would you like that?" "Oh God Yes!" exclaimed Pia barely able to contain herself. "Then shall we take this somewhere more private so I can show you the true meaning on pleasure?" Pia just nodded furiously in agreement too lost in pleasure to form a coherent reply. In fact the only sign of a response came in protest to Lisa's hand exiting her pussy. The protests were short lived though for it was soon replaced by a virtual one as Lisa escorted her latest conquest out of the bar. Chapter 5: Oh What A Night. They had barely made it into the hotel room when both were overcome by passion. As soon as the door was closed they locked together in an embrace the Jaws of Life would have been unable to prise apart. The dresses they had been wearing soon became a mountain of fabric on the floor as each hungered for the other's nakedness. The lips which had been locked together now parted as both search for new areas to explore and discover. Pia moaned as Lisa sucked and bit on her erect nipples whilst Lisa shook to the sensations of Pia's fingers invading her aching sex. Passionately they continued their explorations of each others bodies until they simultaneously reached their respective Everests. Without hesitation both women dived into their partner's cumming hole desperate to discover how the other tastes. Tongues vigorously worked overtime to induce every possible ounce of pleasure which could be generated. Bodies quivered and shook as wave upon wave of pleasure took over passion crazed couple. Lisa came again and again as he desperately clung onto the ass of the screaming Pia who was herself fighting the same battle to continue the assault on each others nether regions and not just surrender to the pleasure. Soon both were engulfed in an avalanche of bliss which brought their mind-blowing sex session to an end. Sweating and exhausted the girls realigned and just held each other as the final shudders subsided and they fell into a dreamless sleep. Chapter 6: Pinocchio. Waking up the next morning Lisa looked over at the sleeping Pia. She felt something she had never felt before. Something she did not even think it was possible for a Demigod to feel, she was in Love. After years of going from girl to girl to quench her erotic needs she had found someone who could make her body scream like no one else could. Pia was special, she could feel it. And the best part was, she was hers. Lisa came out of the shower to see Pia getting dressed. She was about to walk over and embrace her new found love when she noticed a yellow mark on the side of Pia's ankle. She couldn't make it out as Pia's shoes covered most of the image. "What's that?" Lisa enquired "Oh that, it's a tattoo." "You have a tattoo? What of?" "You didn't see it last night?" "Well no, I was a bit distracted" "Oh well then I'll show you." Pia said with a grin. Slowly Pia removed her shoe to confirm what Lisa feared, it was Pinocchio. Panic swept through Lisa's body as multiple scenarios and questions ran through her head. "Who was this girl? What does she plan to do? What does the tattoo mean? Maybe it's just a coincidence. Yes that's it, it's gotta be. I took this girl under my power, I was in control. It's nothing to worry about. This can't be who the fortune teller was talking about." "I told you to beware the puppet without strings." Pia said with a smile on her face. Lisa's heart skipped about twenty beats, "What did you say?" "Beware the puppet without strings, I warned you at the carnival but it seems you did not take my advice. Now you are mine." "What do you mean yours? Who are you?" There was fear in Lisa's voice. "I am your Goddess, a being far more powerful than yourself and so your antics have no effect on me unless I wish them too. However the same cannot be said for you. Your mind may be that of an immortal being but it is trapped in a human body and so is slave to its human needs." Lisa began to realise where this was going. She remembered all of her previous conquests and how they had fallen in love with her after their one night together. How destroyed they seemed when she cast them aside. All of those girls' bodies needed her and now her body needed Pia. Lisa wanted to fight: "But I'm a God, my body doesn't control me." "You poor deluded girl, we both know that's not true. If your body wants food then you have to eat. If it is tired then you have to sleep. So if your body is desperate for sex then you have to fuck. Unless you want your mind to go crazy." Lisa knew this was true, her pussy had begun to ache just thinking about sex and there was nothing she could do about it. Defeated she asked: "So what are you going to do with me?" "I assume you are aware that since you've had sex with a deity you're sexual needs are bound to me so it's just a case of deciding whether to keep you or not. I could easily just cast you aside like you did all those other girls." Lisa's sex began to burn with need, the thought of being rejected had sent waves of panic rushing through her body. "Please no, I need to be with you." she begged. "I'd go crazy without you." "How do I know you'd be worth it?" "Please I'll do anything. How can I prove it to you?" "If you are going to be mine then you must be completely devoted to me body and soul, I am your Goddess and superior, you will do as I command when I command it. You must give yourself totally to me. You must let me take your mind as I have taken your body. Or you can walk away, that is your choice." Lisa didn't know what to do, her mind was screaming at her to walk away. She was a God not a slave she could rise above this. However her body as flooding her mind with lust and want. Her pussy was sodden with desire which needed to be quenched and there was only one person who could satisfy her. Despite the protests of her mind she knew what her decision had to be. Lisa looked up at her Goddess: "I am yours Goddess, Mind, body and soul." Pia looked over to her with satisfaction and with a parting of her legs commanded Lisa: "Then come to me and let your mind melt away." Lisa didn't need to be asked twice and immediately set about pleasuring her new Goddess. This was where she was meant to be. It was fate. Fate Copyright 2008 by madengineer3 Sometimes reality can be stranger than fiction. My name is George; and Robin, my wife of eighteen years, and I have found that great pleasure can result from strange circumstances. Let me tell you about it. When we were both in our freshman year of college we met in our first semester freshman physics lecture. I noticed her right away. She wore very modest clothes and dark rimmed glasses. She had a serious look on her face that sort of said, keep away. I thought she was sort of cute. Her name was Robin. A week later I was talked into going to a "mixer". You know, one of those dances that you are expected to go to without a date. I was kind of a quiet "nerd" at that time and had gone to the mixer because one of my classmates said that it would be fun. I couldn't see how being snubbed by pretty girls would be fun, but I went anyway. I had moved around the edges of the dance for about twenty minutes before I decided to leave. On my way out, I literally bumped into Robin. I had rounded a corner, on my way to the outside door when I found her leaning against the wall, right in my path. My first words were: "OOPS!, I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" She responded: "No, I guess it was stupid of me to stand here so close to the corner. You leaving?" "Yeah, this kind of thing just isn't 'me'. I've never been much of an extrovert." "That makes two of us. I've seen you in most of my courses, haven't I?" "Yes, is your major physics too? "Yeah. Pretty unusual for a girl to be majoring in physics, Huh?" I don't know why, but I blurted out: "Maybe so, but I like the idea." She smiled at me! Very seldom has a girl smiled at me. "I'm Greg. I think I remember your name is Robin, right?" "Yes, why did you remember my name?" "Because I noticed you the first time I saw you in class." Both of us blushed a little after I said that. She asked: "Where are you going now?" "I'm going over to the pizza place for a slice of pizza and something to drink? What are you going to do?" "I guess I'm going to go back to the dorm. There isn't much else to do." I found myself going out on a limb. This wasn't normally me, but I felt compelled to ask: "Do you like pizza?" "I love pizza. Why do you ask?" "Would you let me buy you some pizza? I feel like company tonight, and I think you would be good company." She looked at me in a somewhat strange way and then smiled, "I'd love to." We made our way to the pizza joint and I ordered a whole pie and a pitcher of root-beer, which she said was her favorite drink. Since it was also my favorite drink I was happy to oblige. We started talking about where we were from, what we liked, and about our families. She had been brought up on a farm and I had been brought up in a small town, by a machinist. We both had been sort of outsiders in high school. We formed a friendly bond that night. We weren't in love, we weren't going to get intimate, but we both liked the other's company. When we finished the pizza, I walked her back to her dorm. Remember that, back in those days, women's dorm room was not in the same building as men's dorm rooms. We said good night without a kiss or hug, but as I later found out we were both interested in a hug and kiss but to shy to do anything about it.. Our freshman year found us studying together, going to concerts together, and going out for pizza or movies together. People even started to comment on the fact that we even started to look alike. We both had brown hair and eyes. We were about the same height and a bit on the "chunky" side. However, we each found the other to be almost perfect. Things continued like this for the next two years. In our senior year I hit a course which I found extremely difficult. It was an introduction to Q.E.D., quantum electro-dynamics. Robin, however, found the subject easy. As a result of this we started to spend several hours each night with her tutoring me as we both took the course. Our friendship grew into love during the second semester of our senior year. We didn't want to loose each other after college graduation. Both of us had been accepted to continue on for our master's work at the same school. We had done well enough so that we had full scholarships for the tuition. What we didn't have was enough money to pay for room and board. After considering the options we both applied for positions as residents. (For those who have forgotten, a resident is a sort of pseudo-parent assigned to the floor of a dorm. Their job was to make sure the rooms were taken care of and that the college rules weren't broken. You know, like not having anyone of the opposite sex in the room unless the door was open and the visit had been o.k.'d by the resident.) Yes, those were the rules back in the fifties and early sixties. I know times have changed, but back then rules were enforced. You weren't legally an adult until age twenty-one, and sneaking a girl into the men's dorm could get you both expelled. Any way, we made it through our master's work and in time our doctoral work still as very good friends who had decided to get married as soon as we could land real jobs. We both found a position in the same firm, a large semi-conductor manufacturer who needed people with excellent solid-state physics backgrounds. Since both of us were good at solid-state physics, and "aced" our interviews, we were hired. It was two months later that we were married. Our first few years were very good. We had both decided that we wanted two kids. We lucked out by having fraternal twins. We essentially "filled our quota" the first time. It wasn't until our kids were teens that the strangeness began. Our wedding picture had always been on the mantle over the fireplace. Our twins were getting ready for their senior ball. They were dressed up and I had grabbed my camera to take their picture. We used the fireplace as the backdrop for the picture. That was when Robin suddenly seemed to stiffen a bit. When the kids had left, she said: "Look at our wedding picture." I looked. "O.k., what about our wedding picture? We've been looking at it for the last eighteen years." "No, look at us in the picture!" Then I saw it! What I blurted out probably sounded crazy! "That's our kids!" We looked at each other and just stood there for about a minute. I suddenly had an idea. "Do you have a family tree? Maybe we are distantly related. Oh, forget it, I had totally forgotten that I had been adopted. A family tree wouldn't be useful." "You were adopted, George? That's odd, so was I." "Do you have a baby picture of you?" "Yes, I'll get it. It isn't very good, and it is ripped." I must have turned a bit white because she asked, "What's wrong?" "Please get your baby picture and I'll get mine." About two minutes later we each got our pictures out of our box of old photos. It was with trepidation that I asked her to let me see her picture. As she held it there I held up my baby picture and the torn edges of both pictures matched perfectly. I suddenly knew that there was a reason for us having the same birthday. I had never known that I had a sister! Fate The footsteps were gaining she could almost feel their breath on the back of her neck. She hopped in the air a few feet and started in a dead sprint, the footsteps became louder and closer together. She would have to get away. Have to. One second she was running the next tumbling to the rough asphalt, she felt her ankle snap she could feel the pain but couldn't spare the time she was up faster then she fell. The footsteps basically disappeared but she had spent enough time with them she knew what was happening, predator mode. Now she knew she couldn't get away, but she kept running desperate for an escape. She hit something head on, hard. She fell back to the familiar cool feeling of the asphalt as the adrenaline began to wear off. Black out. She was fighting with them again struggling but there grasp was tight, tighter than she thought was possible for them. She stopped struggling and the grasp released as consciousness washed over her. "You're fighting a lost cause Collin." A female voice said. "It's a danger to us all to have her here and some kind of a prisoner to a pack of Werewolf's." "She was out running them, with a fractured ankle. I know she's tough and I know it's dangerous but...I don't care." A male voice said, she guessed he was the guy named Collin. "You care way too much about this frail girl." The female voice said fading away tell a door slammed. Collin looked over at her covered form as she began to roll over and moaned in pain. A sharp pain erupted from her ankle if she even moved it a bit. Collin was at her side in a second, "How does it feel?" Collin asked. She gave him a questionable look as she studied him. He was defiantly attractive, he had bright grey eyes and short sandy blond hair, a boyish face with full lips but his stature made up for it at least 6'4 with wide shoulders with a black silk shirt stretched across them and a trim waste clad in a pair of light wash classic denim jeans. He was pale but had an olive undertone. "Okay, you don't have to talk." Collin gave her a pleading look and began to pull down her covers, she pulled back. "I won't hurt you don't be scared of me." She released them and he continued to pull them down. She didn't believe what she saw she was in a pair of boxers and exactly the same shirt he was in but was too bust checking out her injuries. The pain was her left ankle clad in a black brace but she could see the swelling. She pulled away when his ice cold fingers made contact with her ankle as he began to remove her brace, once removed she could see the purple swelling wrapped all around her ankle."You should be able to walk in two and a half to three weeks." He said as he ran his hand over her whole foot at the coolness of them relieved some of her pain, then on the bottoms of her feet and she jumped and he laughed. "You're a little ticklish, huh?" She gave him a look that could stop a grown man in his tracks, but he just looked back with a caring look in his eyes. "I think we need to talk." Collin said pulling the covers back up and climbing up the bed to rest his back against the head board. "First of all, what's your name?" "Oh, come on it's just a name." Collin took a deep breath letting it out loudly. "Please." But she still stared at him with the same blank look. "If that's how you want it." He said walking down the hallway slamming the door. He came back ten minutes later with a look of determination in his eye. "Will you please talk to me?" He said looking straight into her eyes pleading, but the silence stayed. He smiled and walked toward her like a cat stalking its prey he leapt on top of the bed and gave the same devilish smile then faster then she could comprehend, tickled her sides. She squealed and fought him but then realized he was stronger than her there was no use. She just got angry and that reassured her idea to keep quiet. Collin kept on tickling she fought and squealing trying not to laugh. That's when he moved to her stomach and she couldn't hold it any anymore. "Annabeth my names Annabeth." She yelled breathlessly still fighting him. "I knew that would work." "You're like an overgrown child." She growled at him. "Hmm, never gotten that one before, maybe asshole?" He said jumping off the bed to face her. "Okay, asshole where am I and how did I get here?" "Ha-Ha very funny. Last night you were running and ran head first into my chest then passed out and I took you here." "Here is where exactly?" "About an hour were you were originally, this is me and my families' house." "Anything else I need to know, asshole?" "Do you know what the things were that were chasing you?" He said letting the last hit role right off him. "Yep..." "Well, me and my family aren't human either, where vampires." "Oh, I know all about you. But, how can you stand being near me?" "You know all about me? Really and how is this." "All my mom did was study mythology she basically lived and breathed it so a lot of it was carried on to me. I guess this would be a good time to tell you the rest." She pondered the though while tapping her finger on her chin. "Okay, I might as well come out with it. I'm not human either." She said almost too fast for him to understand. Collin gave her an unbelieving look and took a good whiff the air. "Impossible you smell human." "Ha, I've been told that too many times. My dad was a werewolf, I have a lot of traits human and some not. Hmm, all my senses are those of Were. I heal fast like Were the only thing I don't do is shift. Oh, and you never answered my question." He just stared at her wide eyed. "I've never knew a vampire could go into shock." She mocked. "I'm not in shock, just surprised." "My question." He took a deep breath and let it out. "I'm one of the oldest vampires I can stand humans better than most. But still never, go out of this room without me, never. The temptation of fresh blood is still too strong since we only live on donations and cold blood bags are not too appetizing to many newborns " He said the most serious she had ever seen him. "I've heard about that too." To his surprise Annabeth slid around to sit on the edge of the bed and bent down to remove the brace and wiggled her ankle. "Good enough to walk on." She exclaimed. "So you're not shocked, at all that you're in a house with more than one vampire that wants to kill you." "Nope." She said getting up to grip the side of the bed testing her weight on the freshly healed ankle. He took a second to admire her she was perfection in his eyes. Loose golden loose curls tumbled down her body almost past her butt. She had dark brown eyes with flecks of gold that could cut through him. She was tall for the women he had seen at 5'10 but was slender with plenty of curves to keep a man enthralled, he wanted her and that worried him. "That was the longest it's ever taken me on a fracture." She asked breaking him out of his trance. "It was fractured in several places." He said sitting back in the chair next to the bed. "Why were they after you?" He blurted out. "They wanted my back; I would be surprised if Gustavo didn't have a small army out searching for me by now. That reminds me if you get me some normal day cloths I can get out of here. I really don't want another person harmed trying to protect me. " "Another?" She took a deep breath a let it our audibly. "Six Months ago a lone wolf by the name of Gustavo came to my pack said he was In search of a mate. At least a dozen women in my pack threw themselves at him. He rejected them all that was until he met me. I simply refused him I didn't insult him but he took as one my father removed him from the packs territory when he tried to force me to leave with him. We had no idea at the time that he had lied and he was Alpha of a pack of rogues. He came back a few months later with an army. My pack attempted to fight him off it was a massacre he had triple our numbers and better trained forces. At a last attempt to save me from a forced mating my father and I locked ourselves into a safe room that was dedicated for the purpose." She said beginning to shake. "Two days later they got frustrated and brought in their best decoder. It didn't take him long an hour maybe. They killed my father as soon as the door opened and took me I fought the best I could they broke my arm restraining me and I broke a wrist when I broke a man's jaw. That itself let me play the hurt little girl because they had no idea I could heal that fast and saved me from a forced mating that was until he found out my arm and wrist weren't hurt and beat me himself and raped me. I was due to be mated to him today and I-I couldn't let that happen."By the time she finished her last sentence she was shaking and tears were streaking her face. Collin stood up and walked to her and wrapped his arms around her. Annabeth nuzzled her face into his chest and pulled him closer just seeking some kind of comfort even if I was from asshole. He ran his fingertips up and down her spine to calm her. "And for your information you're going nowhere, he has never met an enemy quite like a clan of vampires." He whispered into her hair. She made a contented growling sound as he stood there and held her. "But, I don't want anyone hurt because of me; we lost generations when my pack fought his." She said into his chest "We shouldn't argue about this we don't know if he has even found you yet." "Want me get you some real clothes and I can go introduce you to everyone?" "Sure, but I'm warning you that he can smell me from at least a mile away." "Not when you smell like me." He said. "True." "You were in my bed, my clothes, and now getting it from the source. If I can keep yours masked he will have a hard time pinpointing yours." "Okay." She said letting out a breath. Annabeth finished pulling the things on he had brought her, a pair of dark wash jeans and a plain gray T-shirt. "Let's do this." She said walking toward him. "Chill, as long as you're with me no one would dare try anything." "No it's not that I'm just afraid they're going to think I'm just your bed mate or something and me smelling like you doesn't help my case." He laughed. "You're probably right but vampires usually don't interbreed with humans, it very rare that they can without turning them." "Thanks for setting my mind at ease." She joked. He opened the big mahogany double doors that acted as the front door to his room and bathroom. "I thought you said this was a house." She whispered into his ear on her tip toes. "I call it a house, some call it a mansion, others a hotel. It's kind of like headquarters." He whispered back. "Nice to know." She whispered and smiled. They walked into a large living room with at least twenty equally gorgeous and pale vampires sat and conversed. A man with short black hair and wide shoulders and about her height walked up to them. "I haven't seen you in two days Collin, and I can see why." The man said eyeing Annabeth up and down. Collin glared at him telling him to back down. He went to Collins ear and whispered barely audible. "You don't have to be ashamed she smells exactly like you everyone in this room knows she has been in your bed." "You have no idea." She growled at the man. "Annabeth's not human, James she could hear you." After a few minutes of awkward silence and intense glares, a short and skinny woman with a blonde bob came up and wrapped an arm around James waist that seemed to calm him. "Is he causing more problems?" She said. "Annabeth this is Stella." James introduced. "Hi Annabeth." She said quickly with a smiled and then turned back to James. "You should now they haven't slept together they don't have that glow." She emphasized glow by pulling him closer. "True." James said studying them closer. "You should be happy for him he hasn't shown an interest in female in a few decades." "Well Annabeth, this is my right hand man James Serotat most call him Lord Serotat." Collin said facing Annabeth. "Collin was right, you do smell good." Stella said leaning in to take a whiff. Her eyes turned black and she stepped back seemingly in control. She stood there calmly that was until Annabeth moved her hand behind her hair and flipped her hair to the front. She saw Stella's eyes glass over and her hands ball into a fist but couldn't do anything about it. She lunged into Annabeth knocking her into the wall she hit shoulder first and groaned in pain. Collin already had Stella pinned to the nearby wall her eyes were still glassed over. "James take her to her room and don't let her out, I'll talk to her later!" He yelled angrily. James picked Stella up and threw her over shoulder while she shrieked and wailed struggling against his grasp while repeatedly punching him in the back. Collin came walking over to Annabeth who was up against the wall with her eyes closed. Collin reached out to hold her but she put her hand up. She squeezed her eyes shut, reached for her shoulder and popped it back into the socket with a sickening grinding sound. He reached for her again she only put her hand up again. Five minutes passes before she began to rotate it. "Good as new." She exclaimed. This time she let Collin come up this time to wrap his arms around her into a hug then leaned down to kiss her hurt shoulder then nuzzled his head into the crook of her neck. "I'm sorry." He whispered into her neck. "Don't be I'm the one that smells so damn delectable." "True." He said kissing her neck up to her jaw line that brought a shiver through her body. "I think we have had enough of you meeting everyone today, I know I have plus it's almost dawn." He said releasing her to take her back to the big mahogany doors. He took out his keys and unlocked it letting her inside then turned back around to close it. As soon he turned around she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought her lips to his. Just one touch of his lips made her world spin, he intoxicated her. Collin was surprised but defiantly not disappointed. Her lips tasted like honey, he licked and suckled her bottom lip squeezing growls of pleasure from her throat. Getting tired of bending he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her to his height. Her hands began to roam his back, racking her nails down it. Then to his chest to fist her hand in is shirt to pull him closer. His beast wanted out and all she was doing was coaxing it out more, he tore his lips from hers stepping back. "We can't, I can't." He said quickly shaking his head and taking a step away from her. Annabeth looked hurt but did her best to mask it and just turned and went to his dresser to pull out a pair of boxers and went into the bathroom to take a shower and clear her mind. She walked out as confidant as possible but she couldn't look him in the eye after that. At least he was already in bed so she didn't have to she crawled in her side and snuggled into a pillow. She jumped when a cool arm reach around her waist and Collin pulled her to him. He nuzzled his face into her neck and took a deep breath. She stayed stiff and un-reacting she was confused why he was even touching her after he had refused her. She pulled away only to be pulled right back. "Leave me alone." She growled. He only held on to her tighter. "I don't see why we have to snuggle too, I'm already in your clothes and in your bed. " "What if I want to?" "I don't see why, after your little 'we can't' outburst in the hallway." "Way different, just kissing you coaxed my vampire out. I can't lose control I could hurt you or even worse." "You're Vampire?" "The vampire, he gets what he wants always." "I'm might like him better, plus it only takes a second for bruises." "That's not an option." "It could be." She said smiling. "It's not!" He growled angrily. She rolled over in his grasp to face him as he rolled on to his back. She laid her head on his chest and took a deep breath."I'm sorry I find you to attractive." She said running her hands down his chest. He laughed he couldn't stay angry at her. "Well control yourself." He teased. Fate "I love you Mommy! I love you Daddy!" Natasha Stone giggled with her backpack dangling from her shoulder. She had just finished giving her father a hug and was now waving as she ran off into the classroom. Both parents had their eyes shining with tears... Tears of pride and happiness. Their five year old daughter was starting her first day of school. It was symbolic day for the parents who wished for nothing but the best for their daughter. They didn't know that as their little girl ran into her classroom that she would be meeting the boy who would become a monumental figure in her life. "Do I have to go? I wanna stay with you, Daddy!" The little boy was gripping his father's hand tightly as he watched more and more kids his own age run into the classroom that he would apparently be in until the school day was older. "Yes, Gage. You want to learn and meet new kids your age, don't you?" He sighed, his little boy was extremely shy, but he loved the little boy with all of his heart. He never could understand why his wife could leave without a second thought about how her son would be raised. That was nearly three years ago. Gage Benevento stared at his father through his bright blue eyes and slowly nodded. "I love you Daddy." He hugged his father tightly as scared tears sprang forth in his eyes. "I love you too, Gage. I'll be right here waiting when your day is done. Have fun." Matthew Benevento just gave his son a reassuring kiss to the forehead as he gently nudged his son into the classroom. Five year old Natasha Stone was wearing a blue blouse and matching blue shorts. Her hair was pulled up in a bright blue bow. She was quietly sitting at the table she had found after stuffing her backpack into her cubby. Natasha quietly watched as all of the kids filed into their seats, but still nobody sat with her. The little girl was growing more and more upset by the minute, thinking she would be all alone, and friendless on her very first day of school. What was really only a couple of seconds seemed like an eternity. Gage stood by the cubbies watching the little boys and girls with a curiosity that matched his timid personality. They were loud and he didn't like loud. He spotted the girl sitting by herself and in that moment the little boy felt safe. At the age of five, you don't think about how this is going to be the person you'll be with the rest of your life. Not at all. Gage in fact was just thinking, "She's pretty." As butterflies swarmed his tummy. He found himself taking the seat next to her. Her face lit up when the boy sat next to her. He was extremely cute. She may only be five, but she wasn't dumb. He was "cute as a button" as her grandpa would say. "I'm Natasha!" She squeaked, throwing her little arms around him, and hugging him. Gage had not at all been expecting that and stiffened in his seat. The girl was hugging him. Why? He just kind of sat there, dumbfounded. When she pulled away, he grinned. "I'm Gage." There was silence between them as the teacher tried to grab the classroom's attention, but the only person who seemed to exist right now to the small boy and girl was each other. They hit it off instantly, their friendship blossomed, and by the time all the kids had rushed out of the room at the sound of the bell, Natasha and Gage were still on the floor playing. Their giggles filled the air as they raced cars. Sometime during the day, Natasha had gotten fed up with her hair being up in a bow so she took it out and threw the bow onto her desk. When she wasn't looking Gage pocketed it, for whatever strange reason his little boy mind could conjure up. Gage's father had been a nervous wreck, not understanding why his son hadn't met him until he heard the familiar laughter. His son was still in the classroom. He headed inside to find his son playing with a remarkably pretty little girl. He could tell she was mixed by her unusual skin color, reddish brown hair, and exotic eyes. Matthew chuckled to himself, realizing that his little boy had picked out quite a cutie to become friends with. He shook his head to himself. "Gage?" He called his son's name and the little boy jumped up, running to hug his father. Natasha stood up, realizing her parents weren't here, and she was the only little kid left unclaimed. Watching her new found friend reunite with his Daddy made her very upset. Matthew Benevento noticed the little girl's eyes fill with tears. "Are you okay, darling? He asked, shifting his son in his arms. "Daaaddd..." Gage said annoyed almost. "That's Natasha. She's my friend." He said as if his father should know that. Matthew laughed at the introduction, but kept his focus on the little girl. "I don't know where my Mommy or Daddy are." She sniffled, standing up to get her backpack from her cubby. "How about we help you find them?" He suggested and Natasha's face lit up once more. Matthew grabbed his son's backpack, letting Gage hold it, as his free hand found Natasha's. He lead her out of the classroom only to see a woman and a man approaching, it was clear by sheer resemblance that Natasha was their daughter. It was confirmed when the little girl screamed with delight and ran to her parents. Matthew grinned, walking up to them. He introduced himself and his son. "Hello, I'm Matthew Benevento and this is my son Gage... Our children our friends." He explained as Gage shyly smiled. "Yeah! Gage is my boyfriend!" Natasha's voice broke the silence, causing the three parents to burst out into a fit of laughter. "It is a pleasure to meet you, Matthew... Gage... I'm Abigail and this is my husband Vladimir." Natasha's mother introduced them. Abigail studied the little boy that her daughter claimed as her boyfriend. He had dark hair and sharp blue eyes. Her little rascal sure knew how to pick them. The look on her husband's face said that he agreed. Ever since his daughter was born, Vladimir's plan was to lock her away like Rapunzel so no boy or man could get to her. And on her first day of school, she had already confirmed his worst fears. That she wouldn't always be his baby girl and one days she would fall in love. He just didn't know it would be so soon, but he pushed it aside, and labeled it as puppy love. Surely, it wouldn't last... Could it? "Nice to meet you as well." Vladimir's heavy russian accent broke through the air. They talked for a little while, a friendship easily brewing between the fathers as Abigail kept an eye on her daughter and Gage who insisted on playing a bit longer. It was that first day that sealed the fate for Gage and Natasha. That it wasn't just chance that made the little boy sit next to the little girl. It was something so much powerful. It was fate. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "UGH!!!" Natasha let out a frustrated scream, the eighteen year old girl was going to lose her mind. She may have been pretty when she was five, but she was all out stunning now at the age of eighteen. Puberty had done her well, reaching her final height of five foot three. She was petite with curves to boot, but they made her self-conscious so she often preferred to wear clothes that didn't accentuate her body. "Calm down, Tasha.." Gage's soothing voice came. They were day and night, but they were inseparable. Always had been. Natasha was a wild, hot-headed, fierce girl; whereas, Gage was a laidback, chill, and calm boy. "It's just so frustrating! What have I ever done to those girls for them to hate me?" She cried out in frustration. In the back of Gage's mind, the answer screamed, "Be so beautiful that they could never compare." But instead he settled with, "Their just dumb... Jealous..." He tried to comfort his best friend. "Jealous?! Of what?!" Gage sighed, he didn't understand how Natasha could be so blind. She was gorgeous. Boys constantly flirted and tried to get her attention, but she always thought they were being nice... Or worse, pitying her. "That your smart... Pretty... Confident... You're not like the other girls, Natasha." Gage had been madly in love with Natasha since third grade when he got in a fight with a sixth grader who was twice his size over her. Heck, he had been in love with her long before that, but he didn't realize it till then. Eight is a young age to realize that you wanted a girl to be only yours so he didn't take to well when the sixth grade bully was taunting his girl on the playground. He stormed up to the boy and decked him straight in the nose after he had pushed Natasha to the ground. The boy wailed and ran off towards a teacher as Gage helped Natasha up who hugged him tightly. She giggled, elated, that her knight in shining armor had been there to help her. "You're my hero Gage Benevento!" Natasha kissed Gage's cheek right before a teacher came up to them and told Gage to go to the principal's office. Gage was escorted to the principal's office all the while blushing, because the girl he loved had kissed his cheek. Being suspended from school those few days had been totally worth it to hear his girl say that he was her hero. Hearing what Gage had just said to her made her heart soar. She had realized she was in love with him that very day as well. He had always been there for her, always. "I'm not?" Her voice was soft, quiet. "Not in a million years. They don't hold a flame to you, Natasha Stone." Gage's voice was dead serious as he assured her this. She tilted her head up slightly so that she could lock eyes with him. He was considerably taller than her at a towering height of six foot one. He bent down, loving that his girl was so much shorter than her. He had teased her about it since they were thirteen and he had his first pubescent growth spurt. In one fell swoop his lips brushed hers and a million earth-shattering sensations drowned their bodies. Her lips parted and she gasped, loving the way it felt. His strong arms curled around her tiny waist, pulling her body close to his. Never in his life had anything felt so good... So right. He would happily give any limb to forever be able to have this euphoric feeling. To have Natasha in his arms. This wasn't the first time Natasha and Gage kissed, though. There had been one time when they were twelve. It was both their first kisses, standing in the middle of a circle of their friends who had been teasing them about being chicken. The dare was that they had to kiss for three seconds. Three Mississippi seconds. They did so and it was agony. They were two awkward preteens who had no idea how to kiss so their lips just pressed as they listened to their friends do the count. When they pulled apart they both were blushing although Natasha's wasn't as prominent as Gage. His creamy white skin always showed his fiery blush relentlessly with no regards or mercy. When they finally pulled away from their kiss, Natasha was beaming with sheer joy, Gage's heart was flying out of his chest, right into her hands. "That was a much better first kiss." He chuckled against her lips, his devastatingly blue eyes boring into her soul. She shyly pressed her face against his strong chest, listening to his laughter rumble through his chest. He would always love how shy Natasha was when it came to him when she a force to be reckoned with when it came to anybody else. They must have forgotten they were standing in the school parking lot after the day had ended, because there a wolf whistle followed by other howls. "Oh come off it!" Gage growled to his group of friends coming up to him. Gage, although still shy in his own rights, had come out of his shell during their junior year of high school. Now in their senior year, he was easily one of the most popular, but still very quiet kids in their graduating class. He had won popularity by his loyalty, humor, and downright good heart/personality. People had always sworn that they were a couple, no matter how many times they swore otherwise. Girls in their high school knew better than to try and grab Gage's attention. He wanted no one but Natasha. He never actually told to anybody, but he didn't need to it. It was in his eyes, in his body language. When he was with her, he had a protective stance, as if always wanting her safe. It was the same for Natasha. Hardly ever did guys approach her unless they were looking for an easy rejection or a scolding from somebody who knew how it was with Gage and Natasha. They were their high school's ultimate couple... Even if they weren't a couple. "Come off it?! How about you come off of her?" Ricky laughed hard, thinking it was hilarious. It was about damn time with these two. It was ridiculous how they were together every waking hour it seemed and yet nothing ever happened. "That was some kiss you two. Shit. I think I ever felt it!" That had their friends bursting with laughter and Gage had the sudden urge to smack his best friend upside the head for that remark that made Natasha bury her face even more against his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart. Strange how he was conflicted though, wanting to tell his buddy to say something like that again just so he could feel Natasha try to hide herself against him. He was almost positive everybody within a ten mile vicinity would be able to hear the performance his heart was doing in his chest. "So how about it, G? You going with us to enlist?" Ricky asked as he threw his practice gear into the back seat of his vehicle. Right then, Natasha felt as if she had been sucker punched. Ever since Gage was about twelve, he had longed to be in the air force. He had brains to boot, but his heart belonged to the air force. "You... You're going to enlist?" Her voice came out weaker than she had expected, not wanting the love of her life to do this, even if it did make him happy. "Natasha... We've gone through this..." He said quietly, his blue eyes trying to meet hers, but she was no longer look at him. Sure, they had gone through a million times as friends since the start of junior year when Gage made it clear that he wouldn't be applying for college alongside his best friend. They hadn't been a couple then and even though Natasha had a strong hold on him, he couldn't put off what he had always wanted for a girl that wasn't his. Not officially. "No! We haven't. Things are different now, Gage!" Natasha said, growing more upset by the minute. She felt selfish for trying to make Gage stay when she knew it was what he wanted more than anything, but didn't he want her more than anything, too? "I can't do this right now... We'll talk later. I'll call you, Nat." He said quietly, unraveling his arms from around her waist, before joining Ricky. It was the wrong thing to do, Gage knew this... Leaving Natasha alone in the school parking lot only mere minutes after they both came to realization that they were soul mates would become the biggest mistake of his life. Tears streamed down the petite eighteen year old girl's face as she watched Gage drive away to sign his life away to the air force. It was one thing to leave to go enlist in the air force, but to have no disregard to her feelings. It nearly killed her right then. A week later, Natasha still hadn't returned any of his phone calls, refused to see him during the school day, and when he stopped by her house, her parents made up lame excuses as to why he couldn't come in or why she wouldn't come to the door. He knew he hurt her and that he broke her heart, but he was going to be leaving for basic training right after graduation and he wanted to see her. He needed to see her. He had become so used to spending almost every waking moment with her that it was like someone had immediately cut off his air supply and was twisting his heart out of his chest. If she refused to see him the easy way, well he'd just have to go about it the hard way. Gage had done this more often than he would like to admit, climbing up the side of her house, to her bedroom. Whenever Natasha was upset when they were younger or he just needed to escape when things got a little rough at home, he would trek to her house, and crawl in through her window. He would then crawl into bed with her, feel her snuggle back against him, and just lay there holding her. Sometimes he would fall asleep or sometimes he wouldn't and just lay there as long as he needed to before leaving. They never spoke of these encounters, but it comforted them both a great deal, and brought them much closer. Natasha had gone to bed early, feeling like an empty drone, just barely getting through the days. She was so hurt by Gage, but she missed him so much. Natasha didn't want to talk to him though, knowing he was leaving. She had heard Ricky and him talking about it a few times whenever they happened to cross paths in the hallways at school. When she heard the window crack open, she knew it was none other than Gage. Her heart began to thud in her chest when his foot hit the carpet of her floor. He crawled into her bed with her, his muscled arms curling around her thin waist, and pulling her close to his warm body. "I have missed you so much, Natasha. Please..." He paused, a desperation in his voice that scared her. "Please do not deny me..." Natasha said nothing as she turned to face him; her body was clothed only in a night gown and panties. Her nipples pebbled into little stones when they brushed against his chest. He leaned his head down and kissed her lips tenderly. His large hand gently rested on her smooth thigh, gliding up gently before gliding back down, caressing her slowly... Gage wanted to memorize every inch of her if this would be the last night he would spend with her. Tomorrow, Saturday, would be graduation day. He would leave on Sunday. Tears stung at Natasha's eyes, realizing this would be their first and last time together for a very long time. She slowly pulled up his shirt and tugged it off as he raised his arms so that she could free his torso of the unnecessary clothe. Once it was disposed of somewhere in the darkness of her room, her soft hands moved down his chest. Her fingertips danced across his nipples causing him to groan slightly before he felt her digits trail down to find his abs. A loving smile warmed his face as he realized that she was trying to memorize him as well. He captured her lips with his once more, but this time the flood of passion broke the dams, and destroyed everything in his way of having her. He undressed Natasha quickly, his mouth kissing on her shoulders, along her collar bone, down to the valley of her beautiful breasts. He caught her left nipple in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the little diamond of flesh. "Oh Gage!" She cried out as a jolt of pleasure surged through her body. He was still wearing his shorts and boxers, but that wasn't for long as he felt Natasha hook her fingers under both waistbands and tug them low. He kicked them off before he resumed his ever slow torture of her body. His fingers explored her wet heat, becoming drenched in her sweet nectar. Curiously, he dipped a finger into her, feeling her warmth embrace him. The pressure of her walls clamping down on his finger drove him absolutely wild, his member becoming painfully hard. Just as Gage had been curious about her body, Natasha was curious about his. Her tiny hand wrapped around his surprisingly thick and long shaft, gently stroking him. Gage damn near shot a load right then and the urge to fuck her brains out was stronger than it had ever been. He wanted her ready though so that he wouldn't cause her too much pain when he took her virginity and she took his. He pushed his finger in and out, stopping whenever he met the barrier that preserved her. Kept her pure. It was all he needed in this world, knowing this incredible woman was giving herself to him, and no one else. Fate Soon her walls were slick and lubricated enough with her love juice that he should be able to easily penetrate her. Taking his member into his right hand, he guided the tip to her moist, steaming entrance. He gasped at the sensations already caused by this simple act before he pushed his way inside of her. Natasha tensed when she felt his member pressed against her hymen. "I love you." He whispered honestly as he tore through the barrier causing her to cry out in pain. He stilled himself inside of her, his member throbbing, as his love got used to the pain. It must have faded away, because he felt Natasha gently bucking her hips as if to tell him to keep going. Gage gently pulled out before pushing back inside. His thrusts were precise as he tried to use his body to give her as much pleasure as possible. Every time her inner muscles clenched when he would go to pull out, it was the most powerful feeling to ever course through their bodies. He continued to pump in and out of her, loving the way it felt to be inside of her. She felt like nothing he had ever experienced. His hands cupped her breasts gently as he lowered his head to suck on her right nipple. "Who's pussy is this, baby?" He demanded to know as he pulled away from her nipple roughly as he pounded ever hard into her willing and tight cunt. "Gage! Fuck me... Fuck me baby... Oh god... My pussy's yours... Oh fuck!" Gage smirked when heard Natasha tell him that her pussy belonged to him. He stopped pounding into her, causing her to cry in desperation, she had been so close to her climax. He slowly withdrew his cock from her, leaving just the tip inside of her. "How bad do you want it... Tell me baby..." His breath was husky with desire, panting heavily. "What do you want?" His eyes glimmered with animal lust. "Y-you... T-to... F-fuck... M-me..." Natasha barely managed to stammer. "How?" He questioned slowly pushing his cock into the hilt before tortuously slow pulling out, leaving just the tip inside of her again. "H-HARD! P-P-PLEEEASSE!" She damn near shouted, because as soon as she finished the word hard he was slamming in and out of her with all of the power and might that he could muster. Natasha warned as she felt the pressure of her climax quickly arriving. "I... I'm going to... Oh fuck!!!" She cried out in sheer pleasure. Natasha's orgasm triggered his, causing Gage to spill his seed inside of her. He groaned and grunted, she whimpered and moaned. "I love you so much." She told him as he gently pulled out of her, holding her close in his arms. "I love you too, Natasha... Always and forever." They both drifted to sleep reveling in the feeling of fantastic love-making. They awoke the next day to her alarm clock. Natasha was safely nestled in his arms, her hair cascading over her beautiful face. He gently pushed her hair out of her face so he could get a good look into those stunning eyes of hers. For a moment, he felt as if he had died and gone to heaven. The pure love for him that was proudly displayed in her eyes shook Gage to the core. He kissed her ever soft lips goodbye, promising to see her before and immediately after graduation, before slipping out of her window even though with their performance last night, surely her parents had heard them. Shit... They might have woken the dead. _______________________________________________________________________ Natasha accepted her diploma with an ache between her legs, reminding her of last night's love-making with Gage. She wore a bright smile on her face and even though her heart was spilling with love, it was breaking knowing that tomorrow he would leave. She sat back down in her seat, watching her man get his diploma as well. He gave her an award winning smile as he passed her on his return back to his row. They had gone out to a fancy restaurant that evening with both set of parents who were joking back and forth about how it was damn time the two had gotten together. Officially, of course. Her father was still glaring him down, having heard the way the boy made his daughter scream in a passionate frenzy. If he didn't love Gage so damn much, he would have easily killed him. But Gage had always been family to him, a son he never had, and he knew no better man that could take care of his most beloved daughter. Once he returned from basic training he would officially become his son. Gage had taken him aside before they went into the restaurant to ask for his blessing so that he could propose to Natasha. Vladimir happily gave it, knowing his daughter would be taken care of and most importantly, loved. Matthew couldn't be more proud of his son as he sat there with him, Natasha, and her parents. The way the two looked at each other was quite evident in itself that they loved only one another. He chuckled to himself as he remembered how Natasha had once said that Gage was her boyfriend after the first day of knowing him. The girl was good, that was for sure. She clearly knew before anyone else that Gage would forever be hers. After dinners with their families, they snuck off to be alone, and made love well into the early hours of the next day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I'll come back to you as soon as I can..." Gage swore as he held Natasha in his arms, feeling her body shake against his as she cried silently. Her parents stood next to his father, all three parents overwhelmed with grief to watch their children having to say their goodbyes. They had known they were meant to be together since they first met in the hallway and Natasha declared Gage her boyfriend. Most parents would have shrugged it off, but not the way the two had looked at each other and had always looked at each other every day since. Stubbornness kept them apart, but love could no longer be denied... It felt too late though... He was leaving... Her world was ending. Damn their children for being so stubborn. "I love you so much, Gage. You'd better be careful in training... Don't do anything stupid... Or I'll kick your cute ass." Natasha laughed although her heart ached with a pain she had never felt before. "I won't.... Although I don't think I'd mind your punishment too much." He winked teasingly at her before growing serious again. "I love you, too... I have something for you." He grinned as he gently stepped back; he watched her exotic eyes grow curious. "I thought we agreed on no going away presents!" Natasha pouted, although she was excited to see what he could possibly have for her. He revealed the bright blue bow he had taken from her on the first day of school, the one she thought she had lost, and cried over. A new flash of tears sprang to her eyes when she saw the most beautiful ring secured to the middle of the bow. He dropped down to one knee in front of their families, holding the bow out to her in his hand. "I have loved you since the first day I laid eyes on you... And every day since, I have fallen more and more in love with you. If you say yes... And become my wife, I swear I will spend my days proving that I love you endlessly and always will... Always have... Will you marry me, Natasha Stone?" She was practically jumping up and down with joy at his words. "Of course... Oh god, yes!" He chuckled with delight when she said yes to his proposal, taking her hand in his gently, and sliding the ring over her ring finger. He stood and she jumped into his arms, he held her close, and kissed her with all the love he had ever felt for her, leaving them both winded. "I'll come back to you before you even know, Natasha. Nothing can ever keep me away from you." After a few more exchanges of goodbyes to their parents who were all thrilled at the engagement, Gage boarded the bus with his best friend Ricky that would take them to their training base. To be Continued. Fate Author's note: I borrowed and paraphrased a few lines from the introduction of the song Rhiannon: by Fleetwood Mac and Stevie Nicks. I had only heard this intro once, but I thought it was beautiful. The rest of the story is mine. Hope you enjoy. FATE It all started innocently enough. I was writing a final paper for psychology. My thesis was made up of articles on different unusual human behaviors, as it related to interpersonal relationships. I had already completed articles on polygamy, incest, bondage and fetishism. I wasn't going to even touch bestiality or necrophilia. These, in my opinion were just too extreme. A few decades ago homosexuality would have qualified for my research; but it has since become too main stream. Besides, although I consider myself 'straight'; I am a 'live and let live' kind of guy. I still felt that I needed one more subject for my thesis. I thought about voyeurism; but anybody that glanced at pornography was considered a voyeur. Role playing with costumes or group sex seemed too mundane as well. That's when my professor suggested Transexuallity. I thought about it. I was of the opinion that this fell in with homosexuality, but she assured me that it was completely different. Ok then, I had my topic. Now for the research. Professor Hargrove gave me the phone number of a psychologist that specialized in Transsexuals. I made an appointment to see her. ------------------------------- "Dr. Fielding. My name is Richard Thomson and I am doing a thesis on unusual human behaviors and interpersonal relationships." I shook her hand. The 40 something doctor asked me to sit down. "Professor Hargrove is a friend of mine and already informed me of your thesis, Mr. Thompson. But before we continue, I want to clarify something for you. Transgenderism and Transexualism are not unusual behaviors. All of your previous articles dealt with behaviors that were sexual in nature; but they all are by choice. Transgenders and transsexuals are a mind set and therefore are not a choice. These people, for some reason or another; and they are legitimate reasons, feel that they were born into the wrong body." "So you are saying that these people have no control over their actions?" "No sir. They do have control over their actions, just not over their feelings. Some choose to ignore the matter and live a life that they feel will allow them to blend in to society. Others choose to transition to the gender they feel more comfortable with. Those that change their appearance to the 'other' sex, can do as little as dress the part, or they can alter their bodies through surgery. "That sounds a bit extreme, professor." "Not as extreme as you might think. Imagine that you are missing a limb, because of an accident. Do you learn to get along without it, or do you take further measures?" "I would probably get surgery and a prosthesis." "Do you think that this would take courage Mr. Thompson?" "I am sure it would, Professor. But what is your point?" "What are you, 25 or 26?" "Twenty six, but I still don't see your point." "Ok. Say you were in your 50s and found that you had developed 'man boobs', for lack of a better term. Would you get a mastectomy?" "Uh---I guess I would. But I still---." "You would alter your body to what fit your comfort zone." She interrupted. "Many transsexuals do the same thing. Some of them not only change their outward appearance, but also get GRS; genital reconstructive surgery." "Ouch!" "Ouch, indeed Mr. Thompson. But this is what they feel is necessary to fit into the ideal picture of themselves. Others just change their outward appearance, retaining their original 'equipment'. Transgenders and transsexuals can be gay, straight or bisexual, depending on the preference of the individual." "I guess I never realized how complicated this subject was Professor." "I asked you before, if changing your body took courage. Imagine how much courage it would take to not only change your body; but your sexual preference as well. It has a tremendous impact on family, friends and employment. To do this takes commitment. That is why we, as psychologists need to weed out those that use it as a fad, or just want to escape their present lives. This is serious business, Mr. Thompson, and not to be taken lightly." "I think I am beginning to see the picture. Please pardon my ignorance." "No pardon necessary. I am here to educate as well as listen. Can you still use this as a topic for your paper?" I nodded. "I think I can make it work." "Good, I have a list of interview candidates for you continued research. These are transsexuals that would be willing to give you some insight to their lives and everyday struggles." "Do you really think that is necessary Professor? I could just get the information from you or you staff." "Mr. Thompson; I have a saying for times like this. 'You can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs." I thanked her and took the paper. The list consisted of first names only and one phone number, that turned out to be a message service. The individuals would have to phone me back for interviews, at their discretion. --------------------------------------------- My first callback was from David; a transman that lived in the city. We met at a restaurant close by. I wouldn't have known by his appearance, that he use to be female. We found a secluded table and taped our conversation. He was very helpful and I gained even more insight to the trans world. He was awaiting the GSR operation and was still saving up for it. My next two callbacks were no shows. In a way I couldn't blame them. This interview process would be like 'lifting up the lid' on their stealth lifestyles. The next callback was a message. I was to meet Danni at a local Barnes and Nobel bookstore, coffee shop. I arrived early for the appointment and decided to get something fancier than a cup of Joe. "What can I get you?" The counter person was a doll! Dishwater blonde, Five ft six and about 140 lbs. She was just heavy enough to have some really nice curves. I didn't get into anorexic model types. At six foot, broad shouldered and 230 lbs, I didn't want to explain to some CSI tech, how I accidentally crushed my date, during an amorous moment. The tag on her apron showed Lisa as her name. "Lisa. I want something other than coffee." She smiled. "That doesn't narrow it down much." "Maybe something hot and sweet." "I'm available." she quipped. I reddened slightly. "I ---was thinking about something to drink." "I'm sorry." She laughed "I couldn't help myself. Do you like chocolate?" "Yes, I do." "We have Cappuccino or Mocha Latte." Her smile was infectious. I looked into her exquisite, blue eyes. "Surprise me Beautiful." I thought I would flirt back a bit and hope I didn't sound like a complete moron. "Have a seat handsome and I'll bring it out to you." She turn around to fix my drink and I finally got a chance to check out her ass. Certainly worked for me. Not too big; not too small. Unfortunately while I was playing Goldilocks, I didn't watch were I was going and rammed my groin into the post that held up the ropes that formed the line. My eyes started tearing up. 'Christ I'm smooth!' I thought. I found a seat and sat down gingerly. I just hoped I wouldn't wind up on a future episode of America's Funniest Videos. Lisa brought out my drink and set it down. There was a mischievous sparkle in her eye. "You know, if that post continues to give you trouble, I can have him thrown out." "So much for that going unnoticed." "I think I'll give you a 8.8 for degree of difficulty. After all, you did stick the dismount." I was really beginning to like her. "Trained all summer for it." I confessed. She giggled and told me to enjoy. Forty minutes later and my appointment failed to show, making her a half hour late. I was about to get up and leave when Lisa returned without her apron, carrying two mugs this time. "On the house." She sat across from me without an invite. Hmm, maybe I could wrangle a phone number from her. "It's my break. You must be waiting for someone." When I showed puzzlement, she explained. "You don't have a book and you keep looking around." "The person I was going to meet is late." "As handsome as you are, it must be a woman, and I think she is really being rude." She took a sip from her cup. I blushed a bit at the remark. "I am sure she had her reasons. We hadn't met before and maybe she thought I wasn't worth her time." "Then she was rude and blind!" "I am sure that wasn't the case. Sometimes it's hard to talk to strangers." "You are certainly being lenient to someone you never met." I shrugged. "At least I got a chance to meet you Lisa." "Actually my name is Danni." It was her turn to blush. "My friend Lisa works here and she let me borrow her apron. Sorry, but I have been burned a few times. I had to make sure you weren't an axe murderer or a nut job." I did some backpedaling. "You're my appointment?" "Sorry." She repeated. "If you don't want to do this, I will understand." "It's me that should be sorry. I didn't expect---." "Somebody that didn't look like Joe Pesci in a wig and dress." She interrupted, finishing my question. Her smile seemed to make her glow. "Something like that." I returned. I swore we only talked for a little while, but in reality my watch confirmed it was hours. I started the interview, but it seemed like I was more interested in her than her transition. Danni's birth name was Douglas and she was the youngest of three brothers, living in Idaho. Like with David; my previous interview, she never felt 'right' being the gender she was. Danni confessed to buying bootleg hormones after doing massive research about transsexuals on the internet. She started buying feminine clothing, but her Dad found her stash. After she confessed, he kicked her out of the house. Fortunately her Aunt on her mother's side, took her in and she started counseling and testosterone blockers. Because she now lived in Salt Lake City, Utah, Danni went full time and said goodbye to Doug forever. Her Aunt Margo had a very successful 'in home' catering business and Danni found she fit right in. Margo was an excellent cook and taught her 'niece' all the tricks of the trade. They would prepare wonderful meals and deliver them frozen to clientele. Some people were just too busy to cook and the 'Devine Sister's' catering business filled in the niche. Danni endured electrolysis, and had breast implants, put in. She forgot about going stealth, because she was so beautiful, nobody figured out she wasn't female by birth. Life was good and the two built up the business. Danni's only problem was that she was lonely. "I found out that I liked guys. You can't believe how many male butts I check out everyday. I want to date, but--." She averted her eyes. " I told one guy my secret and he beat the crap out of me." I winced. I couldn't even imagine anybody wanting to hurt her. "From a male perspective; I summarily apologize for my gender." Danni laid her hand on mine. "That's very sweet Rick." My stomach flipped a little, but it was a good flip. There was nothing about this girl that was masculine. It was getting toward dinner time and I hadn't asked her half of the questions that I wanted. "I don't have all of the data I need Danni. Could you stay for a while longer?" "If you buy me dinner, I might think about it." She replied coyly. --------------------------------------------------- We ate at the Spaghetti Factory in the Trolley Square mall. The lasagna there was to die for. Two more hours past and we never got back to the interview. She had told me so much about herself, that she insisted that I reciprocate. I told her that I grew up in SLC and went to Skyline HS. I worked as a substance abuse councilor and was finishing my psychology degree at University of Utah. Once I completed my college; a position was waiting for me at the same substance abuse clinic, with a healthy raise to boot. "So your future is pretty certain then." Danni stated. "Is this something that your girlfriend approves of?" "I'm ---not attached Danni. My work and school, take up most of my time for now. I hope to one day get married." "Cold Utah nights are best when you can cuddle up to someone and your dog doesn't count." She brushed her hand over my sleeve and a few stray hairs fell off. "Samantha is a Sheltie- cocker mix and she tends to be a bit jealous of some of the women I bring home." I showed her the picture on my phone. "She's adorable Rick. Do you bring many women home?" "Hey, who's interviewing who here?" "Sorry." She laughed. Then looked at her watch. "It's getting late, Margo is going to worry. Are we done with the interview?" I was taken aback by the lateness of the hour. I was nowhere near done, but I felt like I had already taken too much of her time. "I think---." "Can you be ready at 8 am?" She interrupted. "I'm going on a short hike and Margo already thinks I spend too much time in the mountains by myself." "S--sure Danni. I guess so. Yeah, that sounds great!" I gave her my address and took her back to her car at the bookstore. "In the morning Rick." "In the Morning Danni." ------------------------------- My cell phone buzzed at 7:30. "Rick' could you drive? Your jeep would probably fare better in the mountains, than my VW." Danni gave her address and I was there by 8am easy. When I got to the front door , Danni was waiting on the porch. She wore jeans, a flannel shirt, a down vest and hiking boots. Her hair was in a pony tail and pulled through the back of her ball cap. I wondered if she knew that I thought that was very sexy on a woman? "Ready Bucko?" Her smile was soothing, like shade on a hot day. "Packed a canteen. That OK?" "Hope it's not filled with booze. I don't want you taking advantage of me." I stood there, dumbfounded. She giggled. "Just kidding Ricky boy. You gotta lighten up." "No Danni; I have to wake up. Can we stop for coffee?" "If we must." Her expression turned to a pout. "Margo wants to meet you, is that alright?" Damn! She was so cute when she pouted. We popped inside and Danni introduced us. Margo was in her 50s and seemed nice, but when Danni left to get the backpacks out of the mud room, I got the distinct impression that I was being scrutinized. I felt like the young man who was meeting the parents of his prom date, for the first time. --------------------------------------------- We headed up Little Cottonwood Canyon Rd and found a place to park by a trail, Danni indicated. Each of us grabbed a backpack and started up the trail. We had been hiking for almost two hours when we stopped to rest. "What's in this pack, Danni? It's a little heavy." "You have water, lamp oil and some food." "Lamp oil? Why do we need that?" "You'll see Rick. We're almost there." Ten minutes later we approached a small cabin just off the trail. We dropped our packs and Danni unlocked the padlock on the door. The inside looked rustic, but cozy. It was only one room. There was a double bed in one corner, a small kitchen area, with an old wood fired cook stove, in another. Toward the center was a small table with two wooden chairs. An open set of shelves held dishes, table ware, cups and can goods. Another shelf held blankets and towels. A couple of fishing rods were hung up on one wall and that was about all there was to the little building. "So what do you think Rick?" "Nice place. I take it that there is a trout stream near here?" Danni smiled. An hour later we had brought back 5 brook trout on a stringer. I managed to hook one, only because I think he felt sorry for me. Danni played the rod and reel like it was a fine violin. The trout swarmed toward her and practically jumped in her net. She started a fire in the cook stove and pulled water jugs and a small sack of potatoes out of the pack, I had carried earlier. Soon the smell of fried potatoes, with onions and sautéed trout filled the room. We ate greedily after all the activities in the cool mountain air. I filled the two hanging oil lamps to Danni's specifications. We cleaned up and washed the dishes. "We had better get going before it gets dark, don't you think?" "We are staying here tonight, Rick." What the hell? "Danni, There is only one bed." "I don't bite." "Come on Danni. What's going on?" "We need to talk." "Yes, we need to talk about where I'm going to sleep." "With me silly." She sat on the bed and patted the mattress next to her. I grabbed one of the wooden chairs and sat across from her instead. "Spoil sport. "She stuck out her tongue at me. "We don't even know each other." I explained. "This is our second date Rick." She batted her eyelashes. "We are NOT dating, Danni." This was starting to get weird. "What do people do on dates, Rick?" "Well" I started. "they do things together, talk and have dinn------." Son of a bitch; she had me! What was there about Danni that kept pulling me to her? She was gorgeous and fun to be with, but ---there was that 'use to be a guy' thing that bothered me. "I'm going to lay it on the line Rick. I know you think I'm hot! And I know you like being with me. I like you. I like you a lot. You're handsome, kind, funny, smart and sweet." "I have to admit Danni; you are beautiful, funny, sweet..." What the hell? This was starting to sound like a TV ad for Match.com. She smiled. "See, we are both attracted to each other." "I am attracted to a lot of women Danni. It's just that I---." "How many of them take you on a long hike, to a secluded cabin so they can jump your bones?" She interjected. I started. "So, this was your plan all along?" "Yes." "To get me alone." "Yes." "So we could--." "YES!" "Danni, I am not sexually attracted to you!" "Liar." "No, really." "Such a liar!" "I'm not." "Prove it." "How do I do that?" "Kiss me." "I don't think so." "Kiss me and walk away. If you can." "Wouldn't be a problem." "Oh, no. Then pucker up baby." "I don't think so." "Oh. Then I guess that means you're chicken." "I am not chicken!" "Brooooowk, buck, buck, buck, broooowk." "I AM NOT CHICKEN!" "Then prove it Rick. Lay one on me." I sighed and leaned in." She stopped me. "Not a peck on the cheek or a kiss you reserved for your Mom or Grand. An honest to goodness lip lock!" "You're making this difficult Danni." "Just getting the ground rules straight." "T--there are ground rules?" "Can't be a smack either. It has to be at least thirty to forty five seconds in duration. And you have to take me in your arms." "I suppose you want tongue too?" "If you insist." Danni giggled. "I---- Oh, fuck. I give up." "Surrendering already." "You're starting to drive me CRAZY!" "At least it will be a short trip." "Danni!" I rose and backed off. I needed to think. Soon I was out side. She followed me. The sun was starting to set over the next ridge. It was beautiful outside. There was a cool, but gentle breeze and the forest seemed to glow. Danni took off her ball cap and ran a hand through her blonde hair. She looked incredible! Why did she affect me so much? "It's beautiful, isn't it?" I looked at her. "Almost as beautiful as you Danni." She could sense that my attitude had changed. "What is wrong with me, Rick?" I was honest. " You--- use to be a guy, Danni." "And you are afraid that it's going to make you look gay?" "Something like that." I admitted. Danni turned half toward me and leaned forward a bit. Her hand caressed her ass and she arched her back. This made her ass seem even sexier. She licked her lips as her smoking hot eyes locked on mine. Fate "Do I look like a guy, Rick?" "No.' I gasped. She leaned in close. "Do I smell like a guy?" I shook my head, not trusting my voice. She slipped into my arms and placed my hands on her ass cheeks. "Do I feel like a guy?" I squeaked and that was it. My resolve was fading like a snow drift in a rain storm. We were nose to nose and my other head was starting to do the thinking. "Years ago, before my Mom passed away, she had told me that the women in our family, sometimes had visions of the future. When I realized that some of my dreams were actually future visions, I knew then that I was supposed to be female. That is why I started to transition. That is why my dad kicked me out. Mom scared him and he didn't want a repeat with me. "So you're telling me you are like Sandra Bullock in Practical Magic?" "More like Prue, Piper and Phoebe in Charmed." "So which one are you Danni?" "The one that loves you Rick." I started to pull away, but she refused to let go. "Danni we just met. How can you say you love me?" She looked deep into my eyes. "Been dreaming of you for the last three weeks, Rick." "But we've only known each other for a couple days." "In my dreams I see your face and hear your voice. I knew you were the one, the moment I laid eyes on you." "The one?" "The one for me." "So you say that we are fated to be together?" "Hmm hmm." She nodded. "Don't I have a say in this at all?" Who was I kidding? By now wanted to kiss her so bad, I almost ached. She pulled away and turned toward the sunset. "If that is the way you feel, I can't stop you." I had been racking my brain. I knew she reminded me of somebody and it finally hit me. Danni resembled Stevie Nicks. I knew I couldn't leave it like this. "Danni, don't go." She turned back toward me. " Danni --stay." A single tear traced her cheek. " I still cry out for you." She took a step toward me. "I still cry ou---." Her kiss stopped my recitation. And what a kiss! Her tongue grazed my lips and I was completely under her spell. I was pulled in, her kiss was relentless. I thought I would loose myself to her and I didn't really care. Our lips finally parted. "Now you see what I mean, Rick? It would be easier to hold back the ocean, than to fight this." I understood all that I needed to know. I pulled her up to carry her in my arms. I kissed her again. "I surrender completely. I hope you are happy." I smiled. "I am now my love." She laid her head against my chest as I carried her back inside the cabin. I slid her on to the bed as we kissed again. It was more than a kiss. Our souls were united, merging as one. I realized that I loved Danni and everything about her. I worked kisses down the nape of her neck and across her collar bone. Her fingers worked the buttons on her shirt and soon her tank top covered breasts fell victim to my exploring mouth. I took her hardened nipples in to my mouth and teased them with my tongue; one at a time till she groaned in pleasure. She then set to work on unbuttoning my shirt and after it was tossed to the floor, pulled her own off so we were skin to skin. We kissed again, tongues exploring everywhere. Danni rolled over on top of me. I could still see her smile in the low light. She whispered. In my ear. "I was telling you the truth, Rick. I do believe that we are fated to be together." "And you are all right with this?" I asked. "More than alright. It seems like I have waited for you all my life!" She kissed my forehead, then my mouth. She worked her way down to my nipples and past my navel. Her hand caressed my cock through my jeans. I stopped her, rose off the bed and she moved with me. I placed her hands at my waist as an invitation. Danni unfasten my jeans and slid them down with my briefs. After I was naked, she placed my hands on her waist in the same fashion. Her cock sprang from her panties and I felt nothing but desire. We embraced. I could feel her erection against my leg and no doubt; she could feel mine against her leg. She took my hand and placed it on her cock. I stroked her as we kissed. "I am your equal Rick, so I won't always be the bottom. Can you live with that?" She took me in hand and tugged on my erection. I was so turned on, I think I would have agreed to anything. Our lips met again and then she dropped to her knees. Danni swallowed my cock and held my hands to her head. She wanted me to throat fuck her. As I rammed into her mouth, she grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me into her, being even more forceful . Danni gagged and back off to catch her breath. I pulled her up to me and she melted into my arms. We kissed and her tongue found it's way to my ear. "Did you like that baby?" I moaned my approval. I swept her off her feet again and dumped her back on the bed. Danni squeaked and giggled. "Come to Momma, big boy!" Starting at her feet, I painted her body with my tongue. I took and sucked on her toes, one at a time. I crawled upward sucking and licking as I inched my way up her legs. I passed her knees and looked up into her beautiful eyes as I nuzzled her hard erection with my face. She was completely shaved and smelled so wonderful. I took her in hand and teased her with my lips. "You look so sexy baby." Danni's eyes were half closed, with lust. "My, what a big tongue you have." "All the better to lick you my dear." I slurped. She shuddered. "And what a big mouth you have." "All the better to eat you with, my dear." I engulfed her cock and she squealed. She was so delicious! It was my turn to be throat fucked. Danni rammed into me over and over. The act was pure lust and I wanted her to be totally enveloped in the moment. Her cock swelled and pumped her cum down my throat. Danni screamed in ecstasy. I swallowed the best I could and held on until her cock finished it's spasm. "My God baby! That was so good." Danni gasped. Her breathing became more regular. "Now bring that beautiful cock of your's up here and fuck me proper." I was so damn hard, I slipped into her ass easily. Danni must have pre-lubed herself at some time today. She must have thought I would be easy. Well, she was right. Her legs went over my shoulders and I being pumping into her slowly. I didn't want to hurt her. "If you don't pick up the pace, I'm going to have to show you how it's done, my love." "So you like it rough, beautiful?" "I can take anything you can dish out, Baby." Never let it be said that I was uncooperative. The bed shook as I pounded the crap, out of her ass. Danni yelped with every thrust. Soon I was pumping my load into her. Holy Shit. This was the best sex I ever had! I fell onto the bed next to her, gulping air like I had just run wind sprints. "Not bad for a first time ass fucker." She quipped. "But baby; I need to come again." I knew what she wanted. I couldn't believe I was saying this. "Fuck me Danni." "Baby, I love you, so much!" Danni guided me over onto my stomach. She slid down and licked my ass, going deeper and deeper. Her tongue rimmed me and I started getting hard again. I shivered as I felt her lube my asshole. Her finger slid in and she let me get use to it. Another finger joined the first. "I can't tell you how much this means to me, Rick. That you are letting me do this tells me that you trust me." I think Danni was crying. "Nobody has ever trusted me like this." "It's going to hurt a little at first Baby, but I promise it will get better soon." I felt her fingers pulled from my ass, as her body slid over me. I felt her erection against my opening. "Relax as best you can Baby and tell me when you are ready." I could just picture her perfect body on top of me. The image in my mind showed her lovely hips and tits, press against me. I could feel her full weight shift when I told her that I loved her. Hips moved forward and the pressure on my sphincter increased. She whispered 'I love you too Baby' as she entered me. The pain was almost jolting, but I held on and breathed her name, as she bottomed out. Danni lay still, trying not to make it worse. "I promise it will get better Baby." The pain started to ebb and I relaxed a bit. "See Rick. It's almost over." Danni pulled an inch or two away and slid back into me. I groaned. "That's a boy. Momma is going to make you feel so good." In a bit, the pain vanished entirely. "If you don't pick up the pace Danni, I'm going to have to show you how it's done." She squealed. Her full length lay on top as she started slamming my ass. Not only didn't it hurt, but I started getting hard again. "You like being my bitch, lover?" Danni pulled me up into doggie position and really went to town. After awhile, she cried out and fell onto my back. I felt her cum filling my ass. She rolled off of me and I took her in my arms. We kissed again. "That was so great. Thank you." Her breathing returned to normal. "We're bonded now for life, Baby. I love you." "I love you too Danni. But ---there's something----." Her eyes grew wide with concern. "Did I hurt you Baby?" "No. It's just that I---." "Tell me my love." Her trepidation continued. "I'm still horny, Danni." I admitted. She smiled that great smile of hers. "Heads or tails Baby?" Fate The sound of the pianist playing a piece written by Chopin echoed through the auditorium. It was a simple piece and typically reserved for those with less skill, but Henry Shale was known for taking the simple and making it sound extraordinary. The orchestra did its part in accompanying him and if it hadn't been for the soft touch of a stranger's hand, Mikal Lochard would have remained entranced by the hammer action of Shale's playing. He turned, lifting a somewhat annoyed brow to the woman who touched his hand. She leaned over and Mikal lowered his head to listen to her whispered words. "That's my son." He glanced toward the pianist and back at the woman, who still kept her fingers pressed against the top of his fingers. The lighting in the auditorium was dim, but it still gave off enough of a glow to show the woman's aged fingers. The pressure of them was light, but telling. She held onto Mikal, curling the wrinkled digits just enough to keep his attention focused on her words. Her actions reminded him of his mother, and so he indulged the old woman, continuing to listen to her. Her voice was soft, frail, and full of adoration for the musician, who continued to play flawlessly. "He's been playing since elementary school. Just took to it and never looked back," she whispered, sighing softly. Her expression showed the love she felt for her offspring. "I am so proud of him; so was his father," she continued speaking, her voice straining to be heard over the triumphant sounds now erupting from the pit, "and impressed—oh so very impressed. I could only sing; never had the patience for learning an instrument. And his father," she chuckled softly, "he only bellowed during church." Mikal smiled softly, reached over, and patted the woman's hand. "He's very good," he whispered back. Then he frowned when his partner, Bryan, nudged him in the ribs and sent a "shush" rushing through his lips. Mikal chose to ignore his lover, choosing instead to focus on the lady next to him. "Do you get to hear him play often?" She looked up and smiled. "I do now. He moved back here to be with me, after his father died. Before that I had to pick and choose when I could sit in on his concerts. He plays all over the world," she added, before turning back to gaze at her son. Her hand continued to rest on top of Mikal's as the musicians flowed from one piece to the next. Occasionally, he turned his gaze back to the mother of the pianist, smiled, and caught the look of pure unadulterated love that was clearly etched on lines that spoke of lost youth. He thought of his parents and wished that he had seen that same devotion in their gazes when they had been alive, but they had been unwilling to accept his life choices and had passed away without seeing beyond his "sickness." "Crap." Mikal frowned in Bryan's direction. His partner of ten years had his cell phone out, the lighting almost nonexistent but bright enough to highlight the message that had been sent by Bryan's employer. "What is it?" Mikal asked. Bryan leaned in to whisper to Mikal, "Work. Seems they need me to get into Atlanta earlier than expected and have a flight booked for the two of us. But we need to leave now." "In the middle of the concert?" Bryan shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah, it sucks. But it keeps food on the table and a roof over our heads." Mikal sighed but couldn't argue with his partner. They both knew the value of the dollar and both had tastes that showed it. The concert had been an unexpected bonus to their normally busy and chaotic lives, and though he would miss the concluding number, he knew that work had to come first. He reached over and patted the old woman's hand, disentangling himself from her. "I need to go," he whispered before standing up and excusing himself as quietly as possible. Outside the auditorium, he followed after Bryan, pulling his cell phone from his pocket to see if he had missed any messages during the performance. The two men, waited somewhat impatiently for the valet to bring them their rental car. "I'm sorry we had to leave," Bryan admitted. "But I could tell you weren't that into it, anyway." "What do you mean? I was having a great time." "Whatever," Bryan hissed, "I heard you talking to that woman. You couldn't keep your mouth shut long enough to hear the music, let alone pay attention to me." Mikal rolled his eyes, pocketed his phone, and touched Bryan's arm. "She was the pianist's mother, and she wanted to brag about her son. I didn't know you wanted my attention. My apologies." Bryan looked further annoyed by his lover's admission. "Of course I did." he rubbed his crotch, seemingly to adjust himself, "I figured it was a dark concert hall. We could have a little fun—you know, like we did when we were first dating." A soft chuckle rippled through Mikal's throat. "You wanted me to jerk you off in the middle of the concert?" A knowing grin was Bryan's answer. "Bryan, that old lady beside me would have fainted." The valet arrived before Bryan could answer, and the subject was dismissed for the time being. Mikal took the keys, while Bryan climbed into the passenger side of the vehicle and he walked over to the driver's side. Behind the wheel he was given a brief moment to recall the touch of the old woman's hand. It had seemed more limp when he had said his good-byes, and though he had been in a hurry to leave, he didn't recall her answering him back. "I hope . . ." His words died, as he pushed away the morbid thoughts that had suddenly swelled up inside him. "You hope what?" Mikal shook away the notion of the woman's passing, sent a small prayer to heaven for her safety, and mentally chastised himself for his pessimistic attitude. "I was just hoping that your work remembered to book us first class, not coach." Bryan laughed. "Don't worry. I gave Serena an ear full the last time she fucked that up. She'll never make that mistake again. I think she'd book a private jet before she willingly accepted one of my tongue-lashings." "Too bad. Your tongue-lashings are pretty damn impressive." "As are yours, my friend. As are yours." While Mikal drove toward the airport, Bryan called their hotel, confirming that Serena had already called to have their belongings packed and sent ahead. Their luggage would be waiting for them at the airport. "Well, now that the luggage is taken care of, how about you take care of me?" Bryan asked, pulling Mikal from whatever thoughts he may have been having. Mikal looked over, noticing his partner was already working to free his cock from his suit pants and boxers. "You're like a randy old goat," he said, before reaching over and wrapping his hand around Bryan's shaft. He kept one hand on the wheel while stroking his lover's dick. His fingers rolled over the mushroom shaped tip and then down along the ridged veins. A quick glance told him that Bryan was enjoying the attention, which made Mikal's sex stiffen and swell. "If I do this for you, you better damn well pay me back in the plane." "Mmm, yeah, babe, I'll do that for you, just . . ." he paused and took a deep breath, "fuck, yeah—right there." A smirk rose up from Mikal's lips as he pumped harder and faster, setting a rhythm that didn't require too much effort on Mikal's part, but affected Bryan greatly. He listened to his lover groan, pant, and grunt as he tightened his hold on the dick enveloped by his palm and fingers. "I'm gonna come soon," Bryan muttered. "Can you pull over?" he asked, in a panting breath. Mikal's gaze darted at the clock on the dashboard and then at their surroundings. He pulled into the parking lot of a nearby gas station, threw the car into park, and then unbuckled his belt. In a matter of seconds his lips were wrapped around Bryan's cock head, and he was sucking down the hot fluid that shot out of his lover's dick. The moisture splashed against the back of his throat and slid easily down to settle into his belly. He sucked harder and was rewarded with another volley of semen, which he greedily drank. One of Bryan's hands pressed Mikal's head down, while the other lay lax against his thigh. Mikal hurried to finish the refreshment that had been given to him before lifting his mouth off Bryan's shaft and licking his lips in appreciation. "Yeah, you owe me one," he whispered, before grabbing Bryan's head and kissing him deeply. The trip to the airport seemed to take an eternity for Mikal. His cock ached and his hard-on was almost impossible to ignore. He tried to relieve the pressure on his package, knowing that his size made his arousal more evident and the tight tuxedo pants only added to his discomfort. Thoughts of Bryan relieving the pressure that had been building up only added to his uneasiness, and when they finally made their way onto the plane and were in the air, the blanket offered by the attendant couldn't have come fast enough. Bryan delivered on his promise, giving Mikal a long, tedious fondling of cock and balls. The blanket moved along with his partner's hand, but a stiff hundred dollar bill kept the attendant "ignorant" of his and Bryan's actions. When it was time for Mikal to spill his seed, he looked across the aisle to catch the knowing eye of a well-known pop star. The young woman's face was flush, her lips parted, and her tongue slipping in and out, moistening the soft petals of flesh. He lifted a brow, and a silent question and answer game passed between them. Would he finish the job -- or wouldn't he? "Go ahead," Mikal whispered to Bryan, who glanced up, caught the singer's gaze and grinned. Bryan pushed back the blanket, took Mikal's cock into his mouth, and accepted the hot, milky silk that squirted out. The pop star diva shivered and hissed through her clenched jaw. Mikal wondered if she too had come. He made a mental promise to buy her upcoming album as well as invite her to one of Bryan's private parties. ~ ~ Six Weeks Later ~ ~ Rain fell in sheets on the dark-suited figures and the raised umbrellas. The sound of condolences from good friends, family members, and business associates all seemed to blend in together as they walked up to Mikal and paid their respects to him and Bryan's family. The somber mood was a great accompaniment to the weather and echoed the dismal feeling that had become a constant companion since Bryan's death. A firm squeeze on his shoulder brought Mikal back to the present, forcing him to push away the voice that had beckoned him to come to the hospital. Bryan had been traveling on business when the taxi he had been riding in had been struck by a drunk driver. The cab driver, Bryan, and Bryan's coworker had been killed. The drunk driver had walked away without injury. "Mister Lochard, when you're ready." Mikal frowned, noting the annoyance that spilled from his driver's lips. Obviously the young man had more important things to do and wanted his chauffeuring duties to be over. Mikal couldn't blame him—driving around a cemetery and listening to people sob was not the dream job of the future. He turned away, leaving his other half behind. The walk through the cemetery back to the car seemed to take an eternity. Everything in him told him to run, to seek revenge for the death of his partner, to cry out to God and demand an explanation. Yet, he did nothing. The calm demeanor, which had complimented Bryan's more ostentatious one, prevailed as he made his way back to the car. The route back to his and Bryan's apartment was quick, and the driver was dismissed. Mikal made his way up to the apartment, took a deep breath, and opened the door. Immediately he was assaulted by Bryan's family. More hugs, tears, and hand clasps were given as were more words of encouragement. None of it felt real, though he knew it was genuine. He felt hollow and wished that the nightmare would end and he would wake up with Bryan tucked up against him, warm hands caressing flaccid rods, until they no longer were flaccid and each one was begging for the other. It would be another three hours before he was left alone to grieve. It was the first time since he had called Bryan's parents that he had been alone. At first he had been thankful for the constant companionship, because he wasn't sure he would have been able to live through the initial shock of losing his best friend. Now, though, he embraced the quietness that surrounded him. A stack of photos sat on top of the coffee table. He reached for the photos and sifted through the memories of his and his lover's past. Tears fell freely now as each photo reminded him of an intimate moment or a confrontation that would later lead to make-up sex—something both men relished. Once Bryan even admitted to pushing all the right buttons to make Mikal angry. The sex was just "ten times more rewarding," his partner had said. He fell asleep that first night alone, with dreams of his friend dancing behind his bloodshot eyes and wet lashes. When Mikal woke up, the coffee pot was brewing and the aroma was a welcoming fragrance to his tired body. He drank the first of several cups before showering and readying himself to meet with Bryan's attorney. The family and the lawyer had all agreed on a time, and the reading of the will would mark the end to his friend's presence. When Mikal arrived at the office, he again was greeted with adoration, and he returned the fond hellos and good wishes. As the lawyer read the will, outlining Bryan's assets and divulging who got what, Mikal turned toward the window that overlooked the bay. A man, along with two women, stood on the shore, their bodies closely pressed together, their heads bent down as if they were sharing a secret that they didn't want exposed. The wind picked up and tossed each one's hair; the women patted theirs down, while the gentleman did nothing to right his appearance. Mikal barely heard the droning of the lawyer or the whispering of Bryan's family. He felt drawn to the three strangers. He watched the man step forward and bend down. The wind picked up again, this time besides tousling the ladies' hair, it sent a small puff of gray debris dancing along the shoreline. Only when the man turned around, holding a bronze urn, did Mikal understand what had happened. The ashes of a loved one had been sent skating across the sea. His eyes moistened as the three people linked arms and walked back up the beach. Their faces began to take on distinct features as they came closer to the sidewalk that passed the law office. The man stood in the middle, a strong, imposing figure that seemed to shelter the two women. He was tall with dark wavy hair. His look of concern was easy to read. Mikal knew that concern had most likely caused a few worry wrinkles to etch themselves into his visage. The woman on his left was a brunette, with rounded hips and breasts. She leaned against the man, holding tightly to his sports coat. The redheaded girl was smaller than the brunette, but her need to be supported by the man in the middle was just as obvious. Whomever they had lost had been a very important figure in their lives. "Mikal. . . Mikal." Pulling his gaze away from the window, he faced the attorney who had called his name. "I'm sure you're not surprised that Bryan left you everything as far as possessions in the apartment that are not otherwise assigned in the will. Also there is a property bordering his sister's property that was willed to him after the death of his grandparents. She's offered to buy it from you." He shook his head, clearing the fog from his mind, and focused all his attention on the woman who had made the offer. "I think that makes perfect sense. I don't have a need for it. Bryan and I had often talked about building a cottage up there and using it as a getaway, but," he sighed and shrugged his shoulders, "I really don't need it." He turned his attention back to the lawyer. "You can work out the details, can't you? I'll sign whatever needs to be signed, and of course all of you," he looked to Bryan's family, "are welcome to come back to the apartment and pick up the things he left for you." It was over and done without too much fanfare, which made Mikal feel somewhat guilty. Wouldn't Bryan had wanted more with his passing—something flashy and flamboyant—and yet Mikal had chosen to do everything just the opposite. He left the office feeling as if he had betrayed his friend by not throwing a party of celebration or making a big show of Bryan's passing. Bryan had been the carefree lover, the no-holds-barred kind of person and, in fact, had brought Mikal out of his shell. How did Mikal repay him? He had quietly closed the chapter of his friend's life without making a big production out of it. Why? Another week passed before Mikal found himself returning to some sense of normalcy. He liquidated a number of Bryan's assets that had been bequeathed to him and returned to work. The finance business that he and Bryan worked for was more than willing to allow him more time to grieve, but he chose to return to work, needing to feel a part of something, even if it meant traveling all over the globe again—this time alone. A year went by and then another before Mikal finally agreed to a "blind date" that a former college friend had arranged during one of Mikal's business trips. He wore jeans, a black T-shirt, and a plastered-on smile, not only for himself, but for his date. He was reluctant to find love again, even doubting that it would ever happen, but Jessica had promised that this guy was special, perhaps not as special as Bryan, but he at least deserved a chance. Mikal caved when Jessica finally forced him to admit that he was lonely. In the back of his mind while he sat at the bar waiting for Thad, he wondered if just a one-night fling would be enough to erase his solitude. "Mikal?" The voice was deep, rich, and warm. Mikal rose from the bar, turned, and greeted the stranger. "Thad?" Thad's lips formed a grin before he ordered himself a drink and asking Mikal if he wanted to move to a booth. With drinks in hand, the two men moved through the densely populated club. Mikal tried to avoid the bodies that seemed to press into him, excusing himself when he bumped into others, until he bumped into one man who made his chest tighten when their eyes met. He stood there for a moment and looked into the bright blue eyes, and grinning features of a familiar face, but a face that Mikal couldn't place. "You okay?" the stranger asked, his arm reaching out to grasp Mikal's shoulder. The heat from the other man's touch seemed to spear into Mikal, sending flames licking through his veins, down his spine, and across his abdomen. He swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded his head before the man released him, a soft chuckle falling from the man's lips. Mikal felt his skin grow warm as a blush covered his cheeks. The touch of a man's hand on the small of his back made him shake away the overwhelming arousal that had accompanied the blue-eyed stranger's presence. "You all right?" Thad asked, whispering the question in Mikal's ear. A quick nod was his answer, as was the forced steps he took to distance himself from the crowd, as he followed Thad. Mikal knew that the night was already over for the blind date and him. Whomever Mikal had bumped into had affected him far more than Thad's warm voice and inviting smile had. The two men sat down and made idle conversation, but soon Mikal's aloofness toward intimacy and his apparent need to be polite were all the hints Thad needed. It wasn't very long before Mikal was sitting alone, drinking another beer, and watching the crowded dance floor slowly become less packed. His gaze scanned the bar. Thad had found another man to converse with and get to know, so Mikal's guilt over ruining the man's evening was lessened. The other man who had affected him that night had disappeared, leaving Mikal feeling disjointed and unnerved. He had waited too long to get up and seek the stranger out, and now the opportunity was gone. As he nursed what he decided would be his last beer, he conjured up the man's image and tried to recall why the face had seemed so familiar. The eyes had been a shocking blue, yet it was not the man's eyes that had pulled at Mikal's memories; height, weight, and overall presence drove him back to faces of his past and each mental image came up.