4 comments/ 10146 views/ 10 favorites Hunting the Hunted Ch. 01 By: syd_v63 Editor: GaleWillow * Chapter 1 Benjamin couldn't sleep. This was the third night in a row he couldn't sleep. He sat in his bedroom looking out the window staring at the moon. It was full and shone into the room lighting everything around him. Normally the heavy curtains were drawn in order to keep out the light but since he was awake he had pulled the curtain back and was just staring at the night sky. His wife Annie lay beside him sleeping on her stomach, she was wearing one of his T-shirts to bed and was naked from the waist down. She was more or less leaning on her right side, right leg straight out, left leg up and bent at the knee. This had caused the sensuous curve of her hip to be accentuated by the moonlight exposing her gorgeous ass to anyone in the room. She had kicked her blankets off in her sleep and was totally exposed and open to her husband. This presentation was not helping Ben sleep. The room already smelt of sex. In fact over the last three days and nights they had had sex at least once, if not twice. Tonight had been rather more intense than the previous nights as evidenced by the copious amount of semen leaking from both her ass and pussy. She had given him head in the beginning of the evening and he had gone down on her, which she thoroughly enjoyed. He could eat pussy better than any of her previous lovers and her little clitty just loved all the attention his glorious tongue wished to give. And fuck, god could he fuck, he had extraordinary staying power. For a forty-two year old man he fucked like he was eight-teen. There were nights she was afraid he would never stop. Every time they had sex he proved that size wasn't everything, it was what you did with what you had, and mind you he was hung rather nicely and had a package most men would be very very happy with. They had met twelve years ago when he was working as an addictions counsellor in a half way house for teens and she was working with unwed mothers. Their mutual concern for youth brought them together and their love for one and other blossomed from there. He was thirty at the time and she was twenty-eight. Both of them had been through previous relationships and weren't really looking for anything, but that's the way it usually goes though, when you're not looking you find it and when you are looking it never seems to come. Ben's wife had died in some freak car accident which he still didn't talk about and she had left an abusive boyfriend/fiancée. It always amazed her at how he had stopped bothering her shortly after Ben came into the picture. There was no drama and explosive bullshit that had been so typical previously. Roger had shown up to her work wanting to talk shortly before Ben had come to take her to lunch. Roger had been somewhat erratic prior to Ben's arrival and when Ben came the two talked and Roger thanked Ben, shook his hand and took a card to go see one of Ben's fellow counsellors to talk about his rage issues. There was no yelling, no screaming, no theatrics, Ben simply spoke calmly and quietly and Roger listened and left. The last she had heard he had married and was doing well; some people are just oil and water she thought. The next day Annie got up and went to work, leaving Ben at home. He had the next three days off work and then there was the weekend. His plan was to begin to get ready for the change of season. It was September and summer was over. Soon the leaves would be changing and the weather would be getting cooler. He was in the garage working on his bike when he felt it more than saw or heard anything. Seconds later he heard the motorcycle and then saw it as it came lumbering down his street with the familiar potato, potato, potato sound that was indicative of all Harley's. It was 1972 Electro Glide without the fairing and had leather saddle bags. The driver stopped at the end of Ben's driveway turned off the thundering engine and parked the bike. The Shovel Head wasn't a bad motor although Ben still liked the old Pan Heads. The bike was in good condition and was fairly clean and well maintained. Chromed front forks, the spoked wheels were cleaned and polished indicating the rider took care of the bike as well as rode it, and front disc brakes gave away the year, front discs came in, in '72 and the Pan went out around '66. The rider was a tall man, standing about 6' 5" or 6' 6" weighing somewhere around 210 maybe. He was stocky, not overly muscular but big enough that he likely intimidated more folks than he didn't. Ben had always been fairly good at sizing folks up from far away. He was wearing dark charcoal grey jeans, matching jean jacket, black leather boots and a black T-shirt. The protective sunglasses he was wearing kept his eyes concealed and hugged his face tightly. His hair was almost shoulder length and was curly; his helmet had caused his hair to mould tightly to his skull giving him that pervasive helmet head look all riders had to put up with, unless you lived in some place like Ohio or Illinois. The bandana that was around his neck had initially covered his face when he had pulled up again increasing the intimidation factor. Pulling the bandana down revealing his face, which was ruggedly handsome did little to reduce Ben's apprehension. "Hello Russell. It's been a long time." "Twelve or thirteen years at least, where's the Knuckle?" The big man said as he came up the drive. "Traded it in for the EVO, gotta' get with the times. Besides Fuel Injection, and no cold starts. I'm getting to old to kick 'em anymore." Ben said referring to the kick start on the old Electro Glide. As the big man continued his approach Ben felt a pang in his stomach and his senses went on alert. "That's far enough Russell." Without even being aware that he had done it, Ben had a large crescent wrench in his right hand, gripping it tightly. His entire stance had changed. His feet were now shoulder width apart, legs bent at the knees, body turned towards the big man in a protective stance, left shoulder forward, right arm back holding the wrench. The sinew in his muscles, elastic and stretched, ready to pounce at the oncoming perceived threat. Russell froze in his tracks and didn't move. "Easy there Ben I'm not here to fight." "Take your Jacket off and put it on the ground." Ben said in a very controlled voice, moderate tones. He watched tentatively as the big man did as he had asked. Once the jacket was off he saw it. Brown leather harness straps around both shoulders. Russell was now bent at the knees squatting in the drive, hands out in front of him; he had folded the jacket and laid it on the ground. "Now sling that harness off your shoulders and put it down beside the jacket." Again Ben watched carefully as his directions were followed to the letter. The harness was attached to a leather pouch that sat in the middle of the big man's back, it was at least 18 inches in length maybe longer and was a minimum of 6 or 7 inches wide, a bone handle protruded from the bottom of the pouch which was at least 10 inches long and fairly thick, it looked as though it was made to be held by a very large hand. "Fuck." Ben mumbled as the object was placed on the ground. Again Russell had complied with everything Ben had asked, still in the exact same posture. Squatting on the ground arms out in front of him, palms down, fingers spread, sitting still and awaiting the next instruction. His facial features were calm and unwavering. Although he hadn't removed his glasses Ben knew his eyes would be looking straight ahead, staring blankly and trying to present as non-threatening as possible. "Is that thing fucking silver?" He asked straight out, might as well cut to the chase, no sense beating around the bush. "Yes." The answer was simple and direct just as he had knew it would be. "Jesus Christ I'm getting too old for this shit." Inside he was kicking himself. It was all there, the weird dreams, the lack of sleep. All his old senses were coming back and haunting him like when he was younger. "Who sent you?" "Gran." Again the answer was direct and to the point. "Awe, Fuck." "She says to tell you Annie's pregnant." Immediately his mind went back to last night and to all the previous nights before but especially last night. They were in the kitchen doing the dishes. Annie was wearing a white blouse with a black pencil skirt. She had taken off her shoes but still had her nylons on; they were the sexy kind with a distinguishable pattern that accented her beautiful legs and calves. The line that went up the back of the stocking always did him in and caused his eyes to wander up to her sexy ass. 'God.' He thought, 'she was built for fucking.' "So I was telling him... that green hedgehogs don't eat yellow flowers." She had stopped drying the dish in her hand and was staring at him. "Are you even listening to me?" "What? Yes of course I'm listening to you, I always listen to you, I love you." He was caught and he knew it. He had no idea what she was talking about he was lost in the beauty that was her. Her face, her eyes, the shape of her mouth and the sexy tongue that hid within, she was everything he could hope for in a women and a partner, they weren't just lovers they were friends. "Ok listen smart ass if you weren't so good looking I'd have to kick you to the curb." Her smile gave her away. She was neither serious nor upset. She loved this man and the fact that she had just caught him looking at her ass and not listening to what she was saying kind of turned her on at the moment. "Oh rough, well I like rough." He smiled back at her and put the cup he was holding back into the sink and began drying his hands. "You do, do you? Well how about this?" She startled herself at that moment as she reached up and grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled it open. The buttons from his shirt popped and scattered across the kitchen, landing on the floor and in the sink. His broad chest was immediately exposed to her and his scent inflamed her. He had always smelt good, his cologne was soft but masculine, not over powering and offensive. She pushed him back and to the wall. He towered over her all 6' 2" inches of his 200 pound frame to her 5' 6" inch tightly packed curvaceous body. Immediately her mouth went to his chest and his nipples, she sucked and nibbled his chest, every once in a while biting a little harder than she normally would have. Her own arousal took over. Her nipples were erect and hard almost to the point of discomfort as they pushed against her black laced bra. The crotch of her panties was become wet with the fluids of her sex as she could feel the heat build in her loins. Soon she would want him inside her; she would want something inside her. He remained against the wall not moving, hands to his sides letting her take control of the situation, allowing her to explore this side of her personality and use his body as her foil. Her hands went to the side of her dress and she undid the clasp and pulled the zipper down. Her skirt pooled at her feet. Her mouth continued to press into his chest, licking and sucking as she went from one nipple to the other then down his stomach and back up, her lipstick smearing as she went. She began to feverishly unbutton her blouse and let it fall off her shoulders and to the floor along with her skirt. There she stood before him in her nylon stockings with the infamous line trailing up the back of her leg, and her black lace bra and matching panties. He loved to see her like this, wild, wet and wanton, the thong panty serving to accent the shape of her hips and buttocks, the lace bra hold her firm breasts in place accentuating her perfect form and shape, leaving him mystified by her beauty. She grabbed his belt undoing the buckle and pulled, it slid through his belt loops and came free, and she tossed it to the floor. Now for the button at the waist of his pants, she undid the first one and then pulled causing all the buttons of his button fly pants to pop open, revealing his underwear. 'God he looked sexy in boxer briefs.' She thought. "I am going to fuck your brains out." Her voice was deliberate and forceful, leaving no doubt as to her intentions. "Arrrgh!" He moaned as her teeth scraped his chest. Her hands moved down his sides to the waist of his pants. She firmly took hold of each side of his pants and pulled down taking his underwear as she went. His amazingly rigid cock leaped up like spring board once the material of his boxers fell away from his body. Immediately she grabbed his cock and began to stroke him up and down, pulling his precum to the mushroom head of his cock. "I am so fucking wet." She declared as she ground the crotch of her panties into his leg and hip. She continued to move her hips in tiny circles increasing the friction of his body against her sex. She reached up with right arm and hooked her hand behind his neck pulling him to her. His face met hers and they kissed hard and passionate. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and began dancing and twisting with his, their lips mouths appearing to devour each other. The exchange of their tongues going back and forth into each other's accepting orifice, like the interplay of two duellists seeing who give first. She continued to hold him closely to her with her right hand as her left snaked down between them and into her panties, they were drenched. She shoved one then two fingers into the folds of her pussy piercing the mouth of her sex; they became soaked with her juices. Her fingers began to slide back and forth over the opening of her pussy, smearing her sex and increasing the flow of her liquid arousal. She felt the tiny bud of her clitoris begin to harden and grow beneath its protective hood. Soon it would begin to protrude from its hiding place, its sensitive nerve endings openly seeking to increase her pleasure exponentially. She pulled her hand from her crotch and brought to their joined mouths feeding both of them the essence of her arousal. His body rejoiced in her actions. Her scent increased his excitement, stimulating him further. It became more and more difficult for him to hold back and simply receive erotic attention, soon he would have to react and openly participate in their love making. Soon his desire would become overwhelming and his need to take her override any thoughts of simply taking what she had to offer. He had never been a passive lover and they both new it. Neither of them had been passive in their love for one and other. Both had demonstrative traits that drove the other to heights of sexual bliss. "God look how hard you are." She couldn't take her eyes of his erection. She stroked and pulled on it marvelling at his size and feel in her hand. Quite quickly she began to use both of her hands to stroke and pleasure him. His balls were heavy and tight against his body indicating the potential of his eminent release. Her mouth watered and she drove her head into his crotch engulfing his cock into her mouth and throat. This was not the first time she had taken him like this, but every time she had it amazed him. "That's it suck my cock. All the way down your throat." He said as he felt the head of his cock slide over her tongue hit the back of her throat where it paused before she push herself forward on his length shoving his cock past the point of where her gag reflex was and into her throat. His eyes rolled into the back of his skull and he slumped against the wall as the pleasure she was causing him overtook him. "You're such a nasty fucking bitch. Fuck I love you." He regained his focus and fought the urge to pump. She held his solid member out and away from his body; it was slick with her saliva. She gasped as she released it from her throat and mouth her eyes watering from the strain. She loved his cock. With both hand she continued to stroke him, squeezing the shaft tightly causing the bulbous head to flare menacingly as though it were about to explode the content of his balls. "I am going to make you cum so hard you are going to scream." She announced. At no time was she looking at him as she spoke, she was speaking directly to his cock as though it were a living breathing entity on to itself. Again she took him into her mouth bobbing her head up and down his shaft. Her tongue played mercilessly over the head and shaft of his prick swirling back and eliciting moans of pleasure from her partner. His knees weakened and he buckled sliding to the floor. As best she could she followed him down to the floor, helping to keep him on his back. "Oh god! Fucking eat me!" She insisted as she lifted her head from his cock and straddled him, bringing her panty clad pussy over his mouth. Annie was hornier than she had been in months, these last three nights she couldn't get enough of his mouth, his tongue or his cock, and she hungered for him. Her scent was intoxicating. He did as she said burying his face in her sodden panty, pulling the drenched gusset aside so that he could have better access to her slit. The outer labia of her sex were shaved clean, from the top of her gorgeous sex to her anus. There was a little tuft of hair at the top of her Mons that indicated that she was a true blonde but other than that she was bald. She had always taken issue with pubic hair coming out of the sides of panties or bikinis, it just wasn't seemly. Neat and trim and sexy was her motto. He liked her this way, wet and slick. There they were in the kitchen on the floor their passion over taking them. Annie was sucking his cock while Ben ate her. Neither of them fully naked, neither fully clothed, their passion consuming the too quickly to care. His tongue was exploring her folds and delving deep into her center, making her more and more aroused. She flooded his mouth and he drank deeply from her. He spread the lips of her pussy apart with his fingers opening her up to his mouth and tongue. His face was saturated with her essence. She smelled like sex, alluringly feminine, arousing in him all that was masculine, the Yin to his Yang, her soft to his hard. Again he buried his tongue inside her drawing forth her sexual essence. She moaned loudly encouraging his effort and deeply sucking his cock into her throat in return. His passion soaring to match hers, he began to lick her from top to bottom, swirling over the hood of her clit feeling the bud hardening beneath his tongue pausing long enough to tease and arouse and then moving on. His tongue travelled to her anus. This time he pulled her ass checks apart opening and displaying her perfect rosebud. Her body tensed in anticipation of what would happen next, Ben was a generous lover uninhibited and willing to explore. His tongue pierced her anus and immediately her mouth came of his cock in a distinctively guttural groan. "AaaaRrrrgghh!" She moaned loudly. There was no denying what was happening to her she was fully sexual and aroused. Her body craved release. "Oh you fucking bastard. You amazing, fucking man. Eat my ass you prick." She was wild and alive with sexual energy. She ground her ass into his face forcing his tongue into her further. Although she loved him desperately this was no longer about his pleasure it now about hers. She was going to ride his face. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck." She groaned continuing to rock back and forth over her lovers face. She sat up and balanced herself on top of him bracing herself against his thighs as her ass undulated over his mouth and tongue. "You fucking bastard. Yes, yes, yes." She continued. "Now my cunt, eat my cunt." He willingly obliged as she dragged her hips across his face bringing the opening of her sex to his mouth. At first his tongue split her lips apart and pierced her center, than he removed it from the gapping mouth of her sex and travelled to her clit. Now she was wet and soaked and the little clit that hid behind its protective hood was no more. It was hard and aggressively poking out from its hiding place, nerve endings screaming to be touched, to be licked, and to be sucked. Hunting the Hunted Ch. 01 "My clit baby, my clit. Lick my little clitty. Make me pop baby, make mommy pop." She was pleading for release and he was going to give it to her. As she requested his focus became her clit, he after all was a dutiful lover. "Fuck baby look how hard you are. Look how hard you are." Her attention returned to his erection. Still bracing herself against his strong masculine thighs and spreading her hips wide to give him complete access to her sex, her head drooped between her shoulders. She looked down and saw his magnificent erection standing hard and proud as it arched up and away from his body. She loved the look of his cock and balls, so much so that she shaved him every once in awhile just so she could admire them when she gazed at him coming out of the shower, getting dressed or anytime he was naked, especially like right now when they were having wild passionate sex. Bracing herself with her left arm she reached out her right hand and took a hold of his rigid member. Right away she began to pump and stroke his cock as a means of encouraging his efforts. She pulled and stroked his cock causing his precum to glisten the head of his cock in anticipation of penetration. "That's it get nice and hard for me and once daddy makes mommy cum, I'll fuck you." Somehow in all of this it was like their sexes had become entities on to themselves. She talked to his cock like it was her pet, her play thing and right at this moment that's exactly what it was. She was amazed at how in a single love making session they would go from having sex, to making love, to out and out fucking and then back. Right now they were fucking. "You make me cum. I make you cum how's that baby. You going make me cum Benny? Going to make me pop? Make your nasty girl pop Benny, make her pop." God he loved her sexual banter. It's the one thing that took him over the top every time. He'd be fucking her and feeling like he could go forever and then she'd start talking and it was game over. Nasty girl, mommy, bitch, whore, lover, baby, even when she called him Benny, which any other time would've made him livid, all these words were interchangeable tools of sexual delight that added to her already gifted repertoire. She began to stroke his cock more deliberately now. She was getting close and her concentration would be limited. There was no finessing now simply fucking, she was fucking his face and he was going make her cum, raw and hard. His cock was slick and wet in her hand, partially from his own precum which she began to rub all over him, focusing especially on his sensitive head and partially from her spit, which she had begun to drool all over his cock. She was his whore and she wanted him to know it. In reciprocation of her efforts he began to draw circles all over her clit. She wasn't sure when it had happened but he also had two or three fingers sliding in and out of her. She couldn't tell exactly, she was just too wet and too aroused, the end result however was a miraculous pleasure that was building in her center, a slow burning heat that threatened to intensify and cause her to explode, and she would not fight it. In and out his fingers went sometimes two, sometimes three; he kept switching it up responding to her body as he went. His tongue remained glued to her clit, he knew if he stopped or changed anything now it would throw her off and now wasn't the time, she needed to cum and he could tell. Her orgasms always amazed him, they were so intense. Her body would shake and spasm, she would move and pause, grind and the hold still, becoming flooded and overwhelmed with pleasure. He could feel her vaginal muscles contracting around his fingers as he ate her, tasting her, breathing in her aroma. If he weren't lying flat on his back he might be tempted to fist her, she was certainly wet enough for it and evidently horny enough. The barrage of expletives coming from her was astounding. It seemed as though every moan was one continual long non-ending blend of words 'fuck-cunt-bastard-prick-fucker-yes-yes-yes-god-fuck' followed by 'my-clit-my-clit-my-clit-you-fucker-my-clit' and then just 'fuck.' All of this was punctuated with silence, heavy breathing and total body spasms. Her orgasm came in pulsing bursts which radiated out from her center. It was agonizingly acute and caused her legs to spasm. She struggled with the reflexive need to move up and away from the intense sensation and the wanton desire to push herself deeper onto the source of her pleasure. Ben was relentless, his tongue wouldn't let up once he felt her orgasm begin. Her vaginal walls expanded and contracted around his fingers, opening and closing in quick succession in an attempt to suck his fingers deeper into her body. The wave of pleasure continued to gain momentum appearing to never crest, rising further and further until she exploded. That's when it happened the bitter sweet release of physical and emotional pleasure, her body again spasmed and she jolted forward off of her lover, her hands immediately went between her legs pressing and holding her sex. Her left hand shot out toward her lover, the man that had caused this, keeping him away and at the same time grabbing for his hand so that she would never lose him, her eyes tearing and her mascara ran. Her body intensely vibrating and convulsing in the aftermath of an orgasm that racked her body, she knew she was lost to this man. "Oh fuck I love you." "I love you too." He said his face glistening with her essence. "Take me to bed!" The two lovers went down the hall and to the bedroom, clothes falling as they went. When they reached the bedroom Annie turned to face Ben and took him by both hands walking backwards to the bed. With a fluidity that seemed almost practiced she was quickly in the middle of the bed leading her lover between her legs, she on her back, and he on top. Again with practised ease she placed a hand on his engorged erection and took him to her center. "Feel how wet I am." She said as she placed the head of his erection to the mouth of her sex. With steady penetration he eased himself into her almost to the hilt, then backed out pausing, and slid all the way in, their pubic mounds grinding together in that sexual bliss all lovers feel when the first unite. In and out he slid his cock, into her wet slick sex, revelling in the pure sexual bliss of being inside the women you love. He filled as no lover had before; there was both a physical joy to the act coupled with an emotional satiated feeling that was indescribable to her. There were no words she could formulate to signify what it felt like to have him inside her, full and complete. "You like me on top baby. Let me get on top." She smiled up at him; it was one of his favourite positions. They moved as one on the bed, he still inside her as she sat on him enjoying the feeling of being completely impaled by his member. She began to rock back and forth as she had ridden his face earlier so did she now ride his beautiful cock. His hand were on either side of her hips holding and guiding her as she ground into him, driving his prick deeper. He could feel her cervix buffeting against the head of his penis egging him on, daring him to explode inside of her. With his hands he attempted to slow her down, set the pace more so that he would cum too quickly but she wouldn't have it. Her hips moved faster and once she felt her cervix pressing against the head of his prick, she began to gyrate on top of hip. In an effort to slow her down he brought both his hands forward over her thighs so that his thumbs could intersect at her sex. Once there he began to put gentle pressure on the top of her sex, pushing down, feeling and finding her clit. "Fuck you're going to make cum again. Oh you fucking beautiful bastard." Annie kissed and sucked on Ben's mouth, searching for his tongue. She had leaned forward and was now bracing herself against his chest. Her hips increased in motion becoming more rapid and fluid as she rode him. Her stomach muscle and hips worked in unison as she undulated on top of him, riding him hard pushing their mutual orgasm. She was sopping wet; her sex was overflowing, covering him with her scent. His nostrils flared as he breathed her in the smell flooding his senses, his eyes rolled back into his head. Seeing this she knew it wouldn't be long he was going to cum and that was what she wanted. "What can I do for you baby?" "Turn around and let me watch your ass." His voice was rough and coarse, almost coming out as a growl. No sooner was she beginning to comply with his request, than she felt him spinning her. Facing away from him she braced herself against his legs and began to squat over his raging prick. His thrusting increased as she sat up and began to slam her ass up and down his shaft. His cock drove deeper into here than she had ever felt it before. His thrusting became wild and erratic, more forceful than he had ever been before. At was she was both scared and terribly turned on. "Let me get on my hands and knees and you can do me from behind." She said in an attempt to ease the buffeting she was receiving. He had never fucked her like this before. Quickly she was on her hands and knees with her ass in the air presenting slick and wet cunt. "God I like it when you take me this way it brings out the animal in you." As he remounted her and drove his enraged prick deep into her he felt the change. His heart beat race and his senses were alive. Her scent was different than it had been before. She was still the same person but there was something about her smell that took him. He felt it in his loins of course but also in his brain. There was this primitive, primal spot behind his eyes, deep into his olfactory nerve that created a hunger he could feel. It moved down his throat, into his chest, through his stomach and into his groin. Again his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he could feel his muscles flexing as though on fire, gripping and tightening at every connection, the sinew pulling on the tendons wanting the bones to literally break beneath his skin. "Fuck me from behind baby nice and deep, just like the first night you took me." She was in bliss, somewhere her orgasm had started and waves of hot searing pleasure were coursing through her body. Her brain was on fire, the pleasure she was feeling was different than anything she had ever experienced. She felt wild and free and all at once possessed and owed. Her hips flared as she spread her legs to take her lover, any lover, she was in heat. She could feel his hands on her ass gripping her tightly as he fucked her, as he drove his cock deeper into her center. "Oh yes fuck me like your bitch baby, make me your bitch." She screamed at him, so visceral was her experience that she didn't care what happened as long as she was taken by him and his prick. "Oh fuck baby breed me. Fuck me and breed me like you bitch I belong to you." That was it she wanted his seed. This was about nothing more than taking his seed. Breeding, mating, these were the paramount commands coming from her body, her pleasure although glorious was secondary, if she could have spread herself apart to get his seed into her she would have done so, but instead she pushed her head and torso deep into the bed for leverage and forced her ass and sex up to receive the oncoming cock. "Oh god you're so big fuck baby you feel so big. God you're stretching me fucck baby fuck." And he was, he could feel it and for the first time since their coupling began he was scared. He knew what this was, what was happening and he knew that it couldn't, it shouldn't. He felt his prick growing inside her, felt the bond forming. They had gotten close to this the night before but he had past it off to being over stimulated, he hadn't slept and was wiry but tonight was different. "Oh god I want this give this to me." She pleaded as she felt his cock inside do things she had never experienced before. There was a heat coming off his prick that she had never felt before, The very shape and feel of it was different. It was firmly rammed against her cervix threatening to push past and into her womb and the base of his cock was expanding, sealing itself inside her. Her vaginal walls began to rhythmically spasm and grip his prick drawing it deeper into her pushing the whole thing further toward her womb. "No baby, slow down. You don't want this, let me slow down." His voice was hard to understand, it sounding cracked and rough. He was pleading with her but she wasn't hearing him, her body had taken over. "No give it to me I want this, fuck I want this." As she spoke she pushed harder against him, giving him greater access, allowing him to go deeper, to stretch her, to ruin her for all others, to breed her. "No, no, no. Not now, not now." He cried, the change was upon him, the smells were different, his vision had changed, he could see things in the room differently, hear things differently. He could hear her heart beat, smell her scent, not just that of her sex, but that of her, what she smelt like, without sweat, sex, soap and perfume, he could smell her and she was his. "Fuck you're so big now baby. Cum in me, give me your seed. It's ok baby I want this, I want this." And with that said, her mouth opened to cry out in pleasure and in pain with no sound coming forth. A silent cry of blissful anguish, a tumultuous blending of exquisite joy and torture, like scratching an unbearable itch to the point where you bleed and the relief you feel is worth the pain you were dealt. She felt her cervix being pierced and the elongated head of his prick as it push through and into her womb. She had never felt anything like this before, not even when she lost her virginity. The muscle that is her cervix quickly clamped down on the invading prick and held it tightly. The base of his cock felt as though it had expanded impossibly, locking the two lovers together in heavenly union. The she felt his release, hot and soothing, as it flooded her insides. Her belly felt on fire her senses reeled as her vaginal walls squeezed and pressed the captive prick to ensure it gave up its treasure. Pulse after pulse came through the shaft and into her womb bathing her with seed. Both their bodies shook and vibrated as waves of ecstasy took them and soon they collapsed forward on the bed, Ben on top of Annie. Emotional and physical exhaustion overtook them and they slept. The fog cleared and Ben stood before Russell knowing that what he thought impossible was now in fact true. This was not supposed to happen. The laws of nature had somehow been broken. Sure he loved Annie that went without question, but this, this was unintended, he had not planned for this. She's pregnant. "What!?" "She's pregnant and it's yours." Russell was still squatting before Ben, arms out in front him, palms facing down, fingers spread. He was perfectly still. "That's impossible, you know that." Ben was pulling at straws, his mind reeling at the news he was hearing. This was so off the path he was travelling now. The wrench in his hand dropped and clattered loudly on the cement floor of the garage. "Gran says different." Russell still sat squatted in front of Ben not moving, waiting patiently. "Well Gran is wrong." Even as he said it Ben knew it was impossible, she was never wrong, especially about things like this. He moved forward toward Russell and realized that the big man still hadn't moved. "Get up for Christ sake." Russell stood up; he placed both hands on his knees for leverage, leaned forward a bit and stood up. He was a big man and watching him stand up slowly, proved it. It was rather like watching a large tree or mountain miraculously spring forth from the earth and tower over you. He didn't move from the spot where he stood, waiting for Ben to speak. "Why are you here?" Ben asked directly. He needed to change the subject and get his mind focused on something else. "Can I pick up my stuff?" Russell said looking down at the jacket and the large leather pouch. "Just the jacket." Ben felt a whole lot better if the blade just stayed on the ground for the time being. Russell picked up the jacket and reached inside. There was an inner pocket that contained a flat brown parcel. He pulled out a package. It was a standard manila envelope folded in half and was about an inch and a half thick. He handed it to Ben and then draped the jacket over his shoulder. Ben took the package and began to open it, it wasn't sealed. Inside were six pictures of what appeared to be older teenagers; some looked middle class, a couple had a more of a street kid look to them. There was also a blue note pad; one of those bound three ring affairs with the pages that could be ripped out of and put in a binder. It was pretty beat up the edges were frayed and rabbit eared, the last ten pages or so were stained and stuck together. "Blood?" Benjamin asked already knowing the answer. He looked at Russell who merely nodded. The book contained writing, scribbling really some written in the lines others not. There were diagrams of buildings roughly drawn indicating windows doors one saying 'large dog in back NP.' There were a couple of newspaper articles from different cities on the various missing teens; it looked like fifteen in all. There were also articles on Rejek Industries, and Multek Pharmaceuticals. Some of the articles on the teens had writing written across them, six had the word FOUND in bold letters and three had the word DECEASED written with a great deal of scribbling afterward indicating that whoever wrote it was likely frustrated at the time. "Ok, what's this have to do with me?" Ben asked. "We need your help." Russell said directly, his voice steady in tone and cadence. "We?" Ben responded. Russell would have never come here by himself if he hadn't been told to, there was too much between them and too much time had passed, maybe not enough time. "Gran wants you in." "I don't do that anymore." "Gran wants you in." Russell repeated himself. This time his tone began to flex, clearly this wasn't his idea but he was a traditionalist for the most part. That's how they got him to come here. Get someone like Gran to tell him to do something and it was a lock, come hell or high water he'd get it done and see it through to the end. That is likely what set the two apart. Russell would never have stopped, even if he had been through what Ben had, he'd have continued at any cost, at all costs. "I said I don't..." "The third girl is Synn, Karen's goddaughter." Russell's words were steady and deliberate and they shook Ben to the core. "Grab your stuff and come in the house." Annie came home every day at five like clockwork, her day ended at four, so add a commute and a stop for groceries for supper or some other needed item and you got five o'clock on the dot every day. As she came up the road that led to the modest three bedroom rancher that she and Ben had bought five years ago she saw noticed the motorcycle in the drive. Ben had a few friends he rode with from time to time, mostly associates from the various bike shops he went when buying parts or daydreaming about bikes, but she knew most of them. This bike was new, well not new exactly; it was old, well kept but old. The point was she didn't recognize the bike and therefore was unsure who the rider might be. She parked the car on the side of the rode and walked to the house carrying the groceries she had purchased. She went in through the garage and found Ben's bike sitting in the middle. The kitchen was nice. The colour palate was warm and inviting, there were woods and beiges all around and the marble counter served to accent the earthy feel, there was something warm about woods and stone. The appliances were stainless, the whole feel was natural, everything seemed to fit, dark where it should be dark and light where it needed to be light. But even with this natural feel in the room the tension between the two men was palatable. Hunting the Hunted Ch. 01 Benjamin was reviewing the pictures laid out before him, six in all. The tattered note book was to the right of the pictures on the kitchen table. Each man had an open beer in front of them but neither had bothered to take but an initial swig. Both were sitting, both were silent. Ben spoke first. "How long have they been missing?" "The two boys went missing three weeks ago, the girls longer." "And there all..." The rest of his sentence went unsaid. As Russell both understood and interjected. "Yes, there all..." "What happen to their Talons?" Ben asked curious. Talons were responsible for finding and teaching strays. It wasn't often that it happened but every once and a while strays were born into the world without a clear understanding as to why. "There all dead." Russell responded, his face grim and sullen as he spoke. He was nothing if not concise. "How the hell does that happen?" Ben asked again. Talons are typically the most gifted amongst their people, they are the teachers, the purveyors of knowledge, they just didn't turn up dead, and they had skills. "We believe they all knew their assailant." "Knew?" This implied a great deal. One only knew of a Talon if one had unseen knowledge. Mortals didn't know much beyond speculation about cultures outside their own, mostly myth and movie lore, nothing substantial. "Yes." Again Russell's face let nothing escape. "How's that possible." It was like pulling fucking teeth. Nothing was going to come from the big man easily. The question went unanswered and Ben found himself getting angry. Russell had showed up at his door looking for his help, like it or not. Ben did not ask or go seek to be back into their world, he was fine being where he was letting his life pass as it would. He picked up the pictures and stacked them neatly putting them back into the envelope, followed by the note book. Once they were together he folded the envelope as he had been given it and put it back on the table. Standing up he grabbed his beer and took a swig as he crossed to the sink and counter. Once there he paused put his beer down, turned and faced the big man. "You know Russell, fuck you. Fuck you, fuck your bike, fuck Gran, and fuck the whole fucked up thing." Again he had not asked to be drawn back in, they came to him. If Russell wanted his help he better damn well treat him with the respect he deserved or at the very least cooperate, this was the exact shit that caused him to walk away in the first place. "Get the fuck out of my kitchen, out of my house and out of my life. Take you shit and go." Russell stood. He was definitely bigger than Ben and maybe in a fight Ben wouldn't last that long, but he wasn't making it easy. He'd give him a hell of go. "Before I go, Gran wanted you to know that the baby was from our world, not theirs." Russell grabbed the envelop and put it back in his jacket. "The hunting isn't going to stop and you know that better than anyone." It was at point in the conversation that Annie came into the kitchen, carrying her purse over her left shoulder, her left hand holding her brief case and two bags of groceries hanging from her right hand. She had always been able to defuse any situation she walked into, some people just had a presence and hers was a calming charm. Benjamin said it didn't hurt that she was amazingly beautiful either but she just fluffed that off as him trying to charm her socks off, among other things. "So Ben who's your friend?" She smiled as she asked looking directly into the big man's eyes immediately disarming him. Her smile could melt ice and Russell's entire countenance changed upon seeing her. "Russell, this is Annie, Annie this is Russell." "Nice to meet you Russell, is that your bike blocking my drive?" Again her smile let on that she wasn't trying to cause any discord. Her eyes sparkled as she spoke, her smile a permanent feature of her warm inviting face. "Yes mame it is. I'll move it, I was just leaving anyway." "Well I just got to meet you; it wouldn't do if you left so soon. Ben tell your friend to stay." It was more of a statement of fact than a request. And knowing that neither man would refuse she dropped her briefcase and began to put her purse down. She moved into the kitchen putting the groceries she carried on the counter. Ben immediately spoke. "I think Russell has to go honey he's a very busy man." "Nonsense Russell please stay. Besides you haven't told me how you two know each other." Both men stood and paused not speaking. As though there was too much required to answer that question, whatever the answer was it wasn't that simple and neither was going to broach that subject easily. "Well?" It was as simple a restatement of her question as you could get, and it would not go unanswered. Here she was this petite woman standing between two large men and yet she was more formidable than either of them and both knew it. "Annie, Russell is Karen's brother." That was all that had to be said. Annie now understood and could see the elephant in the room and it was huge. Russell was Karen's brother. Karen. One name that said everything, it was the one thing that they had never truly discussed as a couple, not because she didn't want to but because Ben couldn't. Karen was Ben first wife and to this day her death weighed heavily upon him like a giant Millstone threatening to drag him under and keep him submerged beneath the murky waters falling into an abyss of fear and pain from which nothing ever returned. Russell is Karen's brother. With that Annie turned and faced the big man and smiled brightly. "Well then, I guess you're staying for supper."