0 comments/ 31131 views/ 4 favorites My Sentinel By: baby girl She ran from the house tears stinging her eyes, this was the last time he would hit her. Running her hand along the underside of the wheel well she pulled the hid-a-key from its holder and jumped in the front seat of the car. A bag of clothing and some cash were kept in the back seat just for this occasion. “You bitch! Come back hear. You’re not leaving me” She put the car in gear and screeched out of the drive. She did not know where it was she was going but it had to be better than where she was coming. It was not the first time things got physical she was used to the pain he inflicted on her. A light on the dashboard caught her attention. The car was overheating; she pulled of to the side of the road with nothing around her in either direction. She was alone her only shelter was a broke ass car. She gazed at her self in the rearview mirror large green eyes looked back at her. She was not a small girl and was not large either, 5’8” 180 pounds large DD breasts and dangerous curves. She ran her fingers though her long brown-blond hair and started tending to her split lip. Until she saw it, A huge dark figure coming at her. She could do nothing but watch it get closer. Mesmerized at how easily it moved. Maybe what ever it was it would help her get further away from her past. She saw more and more detail as the figure neared her location. In the pail moonlight the figure appeared to have wings. She made the realization that it was not human but it was not there to cause he harm. The figure finally came to a stop at the passenger side door. It made no attempts at gaining access into the car. Ice blue eyes looked over every detail of her. She too looked at every detail of him. The sharp angles of his face, the flat plains of his chest, large muscular arms, broad shoulders. This man was beautiful. Even with all the plastic surgery that the human world could offer a man could not achieve what he was. “You should not be here,” his husky voice pierced her sole. “What are you?” “I am a sentinel. I will not harm you.” She should have been afraid of this creature but instead she felt protected by it. “What are you doing out here? You should be some place safe.” “I am running away.” “From the person who gave you that split lip I imagine. Where are you headed?” “I don’t know but, I am not going back.” “You shell come home with me. I will look after you till you have a safe place to stay.” She did not think it was the best idea but what other options did she have. This creature could not do anything to her that her own kind had not already done. She reached in the back seat to get her bag and opened the driver side door. The cold night air hit her tear stained face she breathed in the fresh damp earthy scent. Looking over the roof of the car she could see the full size of the sentinel. He was taller than that of the average man close to 7’. Happy to just drink in the sight of him she was slow to move in any direction. He took a couple strides around the hood of the car and appeared at her side. “It is a long walk to my place. Shell we fly?” Before she could answer him he swept her from the ground and into his arms. She instinctively raped her arms around his neck. Cradled to his chest she felt small and fragile not the strong willed girl she was when she started the journey. In a smooth powerful movement he lifted both of them into the night sky. Fear overtook her she closed her eyes tight, clung to him for life, the air rushed past her at an unknown speed. “You can open your eyes now we are on the ground” “Where are we? How far did you take me?” “We are home, you are only twenty miles from where you started.” Looking around her she saw what he called home. A large brick structure close to the edge of a cliff over grown with ivy vines. He led the way to the wood door at the front of the home. “You may want to come in and clean up.” Standing in the doorway he called back to her bringing her out of the shock that surrounded her. “Umm, yes.” She quickly walked to the door where he was waiting. “Welcome, let me show you around.” The inside of the dwelling was scarcely furnished with a large table and several chairs in what appeared to be a dinning room. A sofa, chair and trunk in another room, bookcases lined the hall. The kitchen was free from clutter on the counter and shined with white tile walls. He led her on through the house stopping at the end of the hall. “The guest room, your room. I will get some towels for you.” “Wait what do I call you?” “I am Ash,” that said he turned to walk away. “Don’t you want to know my name?” “I know your name,” with a wickedly sensual smile and a wink he added, “baby.” She looked around the guestroom it was huge with a large four poster bed in the middle of the room. Floor to ceiling windows made up on wall. The wall at the foot of the bed had the doorway to the bathroom and an armoire. She ventured into the bathroom it to was large. The cast iron footed tub was placed in the center of the room; mirrors covered two of the four walls. A length of counter top that held the sink basin was to her right. The urge to bathe was too great to over come. She turned the brass knobs on the tub till the water ran at just the right temperature. Putting the plug in place the tub began to fill. She turned towards the mirror above the sink and peeled off her shirt letting it fall the to tile floor. She kicked of her shoes and worked at unbuttoning her pants. Pulling at the waistline she tugged them from her hips and down her shapely thighs. One foot at a time was freed from her pants. Now only covered by a bra and a pair of thong panties she stood in front of the mirror looking at her body. She did not hear him return with the towels that he had promised to get for her. As he walked into the main room he saw the light from the bathroom coming from around the slightly opened door. He could do nothing but look at her as she stripped for him. The mirrored walls giving him a good view, he lusted at the sight of her large breasts. Her ass cheeks hidden only by a black thong. He felt his cock begin to throb at the thought of having her in his bed. She turned to turn off the water and was now facing the door. He had the best view he could have hoped for. She reached behind her and unhooked her black lace bra. Sliding the straps from her shoulders the bra hit the floor. It was pure agony to be staring at a pair of DD tits. She bent over as she pulled her thong off reveling a nicely groomed pussy. A grunt excepted him. A noise drew her attention to the doorway. “Hello, is some one there?” “It is only me with the towels.” Her attention again was focused on the bathe. She slid one foot into the water the second not waiting ling to follow. Leaning her head back against the tub the warm water lulled her into a half sleep. “May I join you?” “What are you doing in her? I’m necked!” “I can see that,” again a wicked grin, “those are some nasty bruises you have.” “My father gave them to me, that is why I am running away.” “I can make you forget all about your fathers evil treatment, if you let me.” “Oh really, and how would you do that?” He reached over to her and brushed his hand against her face. His lips lowered to meet hers. He kissed her with the most gentle of touch that sent burning flames though her body. “You did not answer my question.” “What question was that?” “May I join you?” “Will there be more kissing?” “If you want there to be, yes.” “Then you may join me.” He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them from his body. She choked on her breath at the sight of his erection. It must have been 10” long and thick. He stepped into the tub leaning back he pulled her to him. “You are a beautiful woman,” caressing her back with his warm gentle strength, “let me make you forget about your past.” He placed one hand behind her head and kissed her deeply. His tong slid over her lips and she parted them to allow him in. their tongs met, tasting each other and probing into the depths of each other’s mouths. The kiss broke shortly for them to gulp air; it started again with more intensity than before. His hand moved along her back to the curves of her ass there his hand stopped and grasped at her flesh. She through her arms around his neck and pressed her nipples into his chest. She could feel his length pressed in-between them. “You’re so big!” she gasped between kisses. Reaching his other hand between her legs, he brushed his finger up the length of her slit. Her wet heat met his fingers; her legs spread further apart giving him greater access. He slid a finger into the folds of her wet pussy and circled her clit. “Aaahhh, yes.” she purred. “I’m glad you like it,” planting a kiss on the top of her breast, “would you like to feel me inside you?” “Yes!” At her breathless request he parted her lips and slid his finger into her hot tight hole. Sliding in and out of her he forced one more large finger into her. Now thrusting her hips to met his hand she arched her back and grasps his cock. He sucked a hard nipple into his mouth and roughly sucked at it, pulling the nipple with his teeth. “Oh, yes, fuck me, please fuck me.” He could not deny her demand. He raped his free arm around her and lifted them from the tub. Laying her in the bed he kneeled between her legs never removing his fingers from her fuck hole. His mouth roamed her body stopping to suck at her nipples. Her legs raped around him and pulled him closer to her. He pulled his fingers from her and licked her juices from them before reaching down and guiding the tip of his cock into her hole. His cock stretched her to the point of tearing and filled her to the core. She arched, thrusting her hips at him never wanting to let him go. “Harder, fuck me harder!” He increased his pace and slammed into her pussy. “You like that Baby?” “Yes, Ash, oh god yes, don’t stop!” He continued slamming his cock in her fuck hole till she convulsed. He felt her release a flood of juices on his cock and he could not hold back for exploding in her, filling her with his hot cum. Breathless and covered in sweat they collapsed in the bed. Her head on his massive shoulder his arm raped around her, his wings enveloping them both. They fell asleep dwelling in the after math of their sex. My Sentinel Author's note: I had a very vivid dream recently. I do not know where it came from, but it has stayed with me as it was frightening, but also comforting and arousing. I awoke feeling confused, sexy, a little disorientated, but also content to be who I am. I have embellished the dream a little in order to make it readable and hopefully believable. It is just a dream, so do not be harsh.......Dreams are not supposed to be real. My Sentinel I am writing this one year later. I still marvel at how far I have come in this time and how much life has changed. I thank him for the part he played one year ago. I would not be sitting here today recalling these events if it were not for him. I have so much to be grateful for.... A new Lady in town. I had relocated from my home town to further my career. I was able to finish my old job with three weeks holiday in lieu, so had a bit of time before starting in my new job role. I had immediately moved into a one bedroom flat in an old Georgian building which I instantly loved. The living room / diner had a huge bay window. When I was viewing the flat, the sun was streaming in, giving the place such a warm and welcoming feel that I accepted a six month contract there and then with no doubts whatsoever. I spent a good three days unpacking my belongings and making the place into my new home. I had discovered a grocery shop just a few minutes away, but once settled decided that I must spend some time orientating myself to the local area and familiarising myself generally. On the first day I had decided to explore my surroundings, it took a little courage to step out properly into 'the big bad world' I knew no-one, and only had a little tourist map given to me by the estate agent from which to gain my bearings. The map was not terribly detailed, but showed a green space not far away, so I wrapped up warmly, stepped outside, and made my way in what I hoped was the general direction of hopefully a city oasis. Sure enough, after following a main road lined with mature trees and large old houses, I found myself walking through the cast iron gates into a pleasant-looking park. In the distance was a large lake with benches surrounding it, a children's play area, and an old fashioned bandstand. I decided I would walk around the lake, and then perhaps sit on a bench and just take-in the scenery before heading back home. The lake looked very peaceful and beautiful, and by the time I had completed my circuit and sat down on a bench, I wished I had brought some stale bread with me to feed the ducks as this was something I had not done for many years. I let my mind just wander as I sat. I wondered what my new job would be like, what the people would be like, and whether I would make new friends quickly or not. I was vaguely aware of someone else sitting at the other end of the bench, but did not mind nor pay them any attention. After another five minutes or so, I decided it was time to move, so stood-up and headed back in the direction in which I had come, telling myself that I would definitely return the following day with bread for the ducks if it was not raining. I let myself into my flat, took off my scarf, boots and coat and decided that a hot bath would be just the thing. I added some luxurious bath salts, and once the bath was semi-full, lowered myself into the warm bubbles with a sigh of relaxation. I couldn't be bothered to wash myself straight away, so just lay with my eyes closed until the water began to cool. Despite knowing that my skin would become prune-like after being in the tub for so long, I let a little of the water out and ran some more hot, then washed and stepped out, wrapping myself in a warm towel. Once I had dried myself, I looked at my naked body in the mirror. This was something I had not done for some time, having had no interest in how I looked for quite a while. My heart had been broken six months prior to me moving to my current abode. The man who had repeatedly told me I was beautiful, clever, desirable, gorgeous, had left me abruptly for another woman. A little tear rolled down my cheek as I recalled this, and I just let it. It was time to move on, time to think about me once more, time to look to the future. I studied myself in the mirror once more and decided that I didn't look bad for a woman of 41. Okay, bigger boobs would be nice, but at least everything was still perky and I had a trim waist and slim long legs. Perhaps someone would love me again? I hung up my towel and headed to the bedroom to get dressed and think about fixing myself some dinner and finding a good book to read. I spent the following morning feverishly arranging and rearranging my CD's into categories which although a little time consuming, was very satisfying. Once I was happy with my new system, I prepared and ate a sandwich, and headed out once more, this time taking the end of my loaf with me for the ducks. Once more it was cold but the sun was shining. I walked for about twenty minutes before settling myself onto the same bench as the day before. I began to break-up pieces of bread and throw them to the ducks, all of whom immediately showed an interest. I stood up and aimed some of the bread pieces carefully so that a small weak-looking duck got some of the spoils too. "I always make sure the little duck gets fed too," a voice behind me announced. "I'm sure he or she is actually better fed than the rest!" I turned to see a man perhaps in his late 30's or early 40's standing a few yards away also with a bag of bread. He had short dark spiky hair. His complexion was pale but pleasing. He had piercing blue eyes, was wearing jeans, Doc Martin boots and an old fashioned duffle coat. He looked like someone who had also dressed for warmth rather than glamour and so I smiled at him. "He looks so small and pathetic though," I replied. "Surely he must miss out normally." "I feed him or her every time I am here. Must have a fast metabolism." "A bit like me," I returned. "I can work my way through some nosh and seem to stay the same." "Yes you are small too," he smiled. "Perhaps I should feed you up too." "I am fine, "I replied. "I expect that when I settle, I will relax a little and put on the pounds." "You are new here then?" he asked. "I have literally been here a few days and start a new job in a couple of weeks." "I thought I hadn't seen you before," was his response. "I would have noticed you definitely." He was looking at me intensely and I dropped my gaze feeling a little exposed and embarrassed. I wasn't used to being looked at and immediately felt under scrutiny. "I must go," I quickly responded. "I have to unpack and arrange more things." I looked at him as I emptied the rest of my stale bread into the pond. He was looking at me again thoughtfully. "Will you be here tomorrow?" he asked simply. "I guess I can be," I replied. "I am here from about midday onwards, so will look out for you. What is your name?" he questioned. "Analise," I admitted. "I am Matthew," he told me whilst looking into my eyes. "I hope to see you again." I arrived home in a bit of a fluster. I had never been looked at and visually studied as intensely before. Matthew. I repeated the name to myself. I had never known a Matthew before despite it being a common enough name. Would I return to the park the following day? I smiled to myself and decided I had nothing to lose in doing so. I could not concentrate on anything much during the following morning. I made myself try and do some household chores, but caved in at about 11.00AM and had another bath and washed my hair. As it began to dry naturally, I despaired in the disorder of my long fair curls and wished for straight shiny hair which would sit prettily and tidily. At 11.50AM I shrugged to myself, put on a coat and scarf and headed out. I saw him before he spotted me. He was standing very still by the lake in the park apparently lost in his own thoughts. "Hi Matthew," I called with a nervous smile. He turned, and for a moment looked as though he was still deep in thought. As his eyes focussed on me however, his face broke into a big grin, and he began to walk towards me. "I hoped you would come and meet with me Anna," he smiled. I found I did not mind him shortening my name like this, and could not stop myself from grinning back at him. "I brought some sandwiches just in case you were here," he said earnestly, rummaging in a small rucksack and retrieving a foil parcel. "That is so sweet and thoughtful," I replied, dreading confessing that I was a vegetarian. "I brought some ham and some cheese as I didn't know what you ate," he told me with mild concern and an eagerness to please in his tone. "Could I take the cheese sandwich," I asked? "Please do," he said with relief in his voice. We sat companionably on a bench by the lake, un-wrapped our sandwiches and ate. Matthew had bought a flask of tea too and poured us both cups. I wish I could clearly recollect our entire conversation. Time seemed to fly. There was no awkwardness, no difficult silences, and I felt comfortable with this virtual stranger. I told him about my previous job and about the new one I would start in just under a fortnight. He told me that until recently he had been a freelance writer, but was taking a break from this for a short time. We discovered that we both shared a love of music, the outdoors, and of gardening, though in my current home I had no garden. He told me that if I were free to meet him the following day at the same time, he would take me to see his garden and make me a proper cup of tea also. I readily agreed. As Matthew stood up to say goodbye, I thought he looked a little strained and pale whereas he had looked vibrant and full of life only an hour or so before. He squeezed my hand, then turned and walked away. I stayed seated on the bench for a few minutes longer feeling pleased that I had begun to make a new friend after only having lived in my new home for a short time. I too eventually stood and wandered home. I thought about Matthew as I cooked my tea, ate it and then washed my dishes. He had said he was taking a break from his work at present. Was he unwell? He hadn't looked unwell initially. I decided not to speculate, and busied myself for the evening before retiring to bed gratefully. I headed to the park for the fourth day running. Matthew was not there when I arrived, so I sat on the bench and admired the scenery. He arrived slightly out of breath about five minutes later. "Darling Anna, I am so sorry," he gasped as he hurried towards me. "I got caught-up and, well, here I am." "No problem," I replied. "It is just nice to be outside in the fresh air." "Come see my little garden," he offered. We walked for about ten minutes. After leaving the park, we took a couple of turns and eventually arrived in a small road of pretty Georgian terraced houses. "This is mine," Matthew announced, opening a gate into a small neat front garden of roses with a small lawn. "Please follow me," he instructed, putting a key into the front door and then holding it open for me in a gentlemanly fashion. I followed him through the hallway and then into a small kitchen. I took in my surroundings as Matthew filled the kettle and switched it on. The kitchen was modest and practical, and certainly not modern. I smiled to see a clipping from NME pinned to a cupboard door. I looked more closely and saw that it was a brief concert review of a band written by a 'Matthew Edgware'. "Is that you?" I asked, peering more closely. "That was me in an old life," he replied looking a little sad. "Come on, let's go outside," he suggested. Matthew's back garden was small, but he had made it into something really special. Large shrubs gave the space privacy, and even though it was not the best season for gardening, there were winter blooms dotted here and there. We sat on outdoor chairs, chatting and drinking tea. He asked me if I was seeing anyone. I replied that it had been six months since my man had left me. I found that I could not look at Matthew upon telling him this, so focussed my gaze ahead and asked him whether he had a girlfriend. "I did have a girlfriend a long time ago," he replied looking sad. "I tried to save her, but in the end I just couldn't. It wasn't to be." I decided not to ask any more as the subject was clearly painful for Matthew. Instead, I took one of his hands in my small gloved hand and we sat in silence. "Let me walk you home," he said after a few minutes, letting go of my hand and standing up to leave. "It is getting cold." "That would be lovely thank you," I replied, following him back into the house. We placed our cups on the kitchen work area, and our hands briefly touched again. I looked at him. He had a slightly strained looking but kind face, and I suddenly had the urge to stand on tip-toes and kiss him, but 'chickened out' of doing so. Matthew walked me home, and held my hand. It was only a short walk, and we paused outside my front door. There had not been much conversation during the walk, but this did not seem to matter. "Are you going out Saturday evening?" he asked. "I wasn't planning to, no," I replied, hoping he was about to ask me out. "Please be careful sweet Anna," he implored, again looking at me with those intense blue eyes. "Of course I will. I am always careful," I told him, feeling a little confused now. "I have to go now, but will try and come back soon," was all he said as he turned and began to walk away. "Bye Matthew," I called after him. I looked down to fumble in my bag for my keys, found them and looked up once more. Matthew was no-where to be seen. I concluded that he must have taken a short-cut. I had already discovered that there were multiple alleyways and paths between houses in the area. I sighed to myself and let myself into my flat. The following day, I walked to the park once more and fed the ducks. There was no sign of Matthew. I did get chatting to a girl of around the same age as me who was walking a dog which was nice, but I returned home feeling a little disappointed. I thought about knocking on his door, but decided that this would be a bit forward of me. After all, I had only met him a handful of times. I spent the evening listening to music and had an early night. The following day was Saturday. I was initially annoyed as I went to button my coat to find that a bright red toggle button was missing part way down. It was not exactly a button that could easily be replaced. I would have to sew a plain one on it its place. I sighed to myself and strolled out to the local grocery store to buy some essentials during the morning. In the afternoon I worked out how to get to the town centre from my flat, and did a little window-shopping, deciding to myself that spending money on clothes would not be a great move after only recently paying a hefty deposit on my flat. I arrived back home late in the afternoon and wondered to myself whether Matthew would call for me during the evening. I hated myself for doing so, but did make a little effort with my appearance just in case he should call. By 8.00PM, I knew he was not coming and poured myself a glass of wine. By 10.00PM, I realised I had nearly finished the bottle and made myself put the remainder in the fridge. As I undressed for bed, it occurred to me that I felt a little lonely for the first time in quite a while. I mentally told myself that this would soon change when I started my new job. I settled myself under the covers, and slept almost immediately. I was woken by a noise. I sat up urgently and looked at the clock. It was just after midnight. There was someone hammering at my door! I sat up feeling a little scared, pulled a long t-shirt over my head as I had been sleeping nude, and tip-toed out of my bedroom without turning on any lights. "Anna! Open up! It's me, it's Matthew!" accompanied by frenzied hammering at the door. "Matthew?" I called through the closed door. "OPEN THE DOOR NOW!" he cried. He practically fell through the door as I opened it, turned to shut it quickly, and stood in my kitchen panting. "What......" I began to ask him. "Shhhh," he whispered. Suddenly there were screams and pleas for help from outside! It sounded like someone was being hurt, and very close by! I lunged for the door, but was pulled back so roughly that I fell, landing on Matthew who had also fallen, such was the power in which he had grabbed me! "I must help," I urged him. "No," he replied, holding onto me tightly. "But someone is being hurt," I whispered back. "Trust me Anna, you do not want to go out there," he whispered, continuing to hold me firmly. Suddenly we were deafened by the sound of an explosion which sounded nearby! Before I could even react, Matthew's hand went over my mouth, stifling the scream that was building. "That was a gunshot Anna," he whispered. "I could not have let you go out there." My eyes had adjusted to the dark a little, and I realised Matthew was looking at me intensely once more. I realised that I was shaking and tearful. "How did you know?"I asked him tremulously. His response was to hug me more tightly to him and we lay just like that on the kitchen floor until the sounds of sirens cut through the now late night quiet. "Do you trust me?" he asked. I nodded, and this time did what I had not the courage to do the other day. I simply kissed him, my body still trembling but a little less so now. I felt his intake of breath as our lips met for that brief kiss. I buried my face in his neck and breathed-in his smell, feeling safe and protected, then kissed him again, this time for longer. "Anna, I mustn't," he gasped. He looked at me once more. We were bathed in the flashing blue lights of emergency vehicles not far away, shining through the frosted glass of my front door. I had not realised that in our fall to the floor, my t-shirt had ridden up my body. Matthew's gaze moved from my face to my legs and bare crotch, which I felt immediately come to life in response. "Oh God," he sighed. "I want you, but I shouldn't." "Why shouldn't you?" I whispered, breathing into his ear, and then finding his lips with my own once more. This time he kissed me back with passion and his grip on me released a little, enabling me to turn and press my whole body against his. I nearly cried out when his hands began to stroke my bare bottom, stroking in soft circles and very gradually working their way lower, but not yet venturing any further. "Please love me," I whispered to him. "You'll need to help me," he replied softly. "I am not as strong as I once was." I think I knew what he meant, moved into a kneeling position over his body and undid his coat and the shirt beneath. I leant to kiss him gently under his chin, covered his neck in little kisses, and worked my way down to his gorgeously furry chest with my lips, loving every centimetre of his skin. I felt his body tremble as I worked my way lower, then paused to undo his belt and trouser fastenings. "May I?" I asked softly as I admired the large bulge in his undershorts. Matthew simply nodded in response, and watched me lower his shorts and kiss the tip of his very erect cock. He shuddered as I ran my tongue down his shaft and back up again. "Is this okay darling?" I asked tentatively. "Very okay. Very, very okay," he whispered back. He watched as I removed my t-shirt. I let him look at me just for a short time, then lowered myself onto him slowly and carefully, sitting on him bit by bit until I had his whole length inside me. He struggled to a seated position then, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist, and allowing him to bury his face in my small bosom. I sighed with pleasure as his tongue found one nipple then the other, kissing, teasing as his hands stroked my slender waist. My Sentinel We sat like this for some moments, almost motionless until I gently pushed him onto his back once more and began to slowly ride him. I felt his body jerk beneath me as I slowly rotated my hips, making the most of his full length, caressing him with my tight wet little pussy. "Oh Anna," he moaned as I began to slowly move up and down. "I think I love you a little Matthew," I whispered as my pleasure began to build. "I don't know where you came from, but you are such a special man." "I need you Anna," he uttered breathlessly as I picked-up speed. "Stay with me Matthew," I gasped as my climax began to build. "I'll try," he muttered as I sat down on him one last time really hard. We both uttered stifled screams as we came. I collapsed onto his bare chest, pussy still throbbing and convulsing like it never had done before with anyone else. He wrapped his arms around me and we lay there for some time. I could feel his cum beginning to leak out of me, but just wanted to stay close to him during this special time. Eventually, I rose, went to the bathroom and returned to find him just where I left him. I knelt to kiss him, helped him to his feet, undressed him, and led him to my bed where we lay snuggled together until sleep took us both. I must have woken in the early hours of the morning. The bed was empty. I turned over and saw that Matthew was sitting fully clothed on the side of the bed watching me sleep. "Anna, I have to go now," he whispered. "Please come back again," I pleaded. "I will try my best," he replied, leaning to kiss me with icy cold lips. I tried to fight the urge to sleep, but found myself drifting once more. I think I heard his lovely voice one more time before sleep robbed me of my senses. "I love you Anna. I managed to save you. For you it may be possible." I was awoken once more some hours later by hammering on my door. This time it was different. "POLICE! OPEN UP!" I quickly made myself decent and opened the door. "Sorry to trouble you Miss, but we are interviewing everyone in the area," a kind looking Policewoman told me. "Please come in," I replied. We sat down in my living area and I was asked about anything I had witnessed the night before. I admitted to hearing an explosion and to staying indoors out of fear. "I am afraid a man was murdered last night," the Policewoman explained. "Oh, God I have only just moved here," I replied. "I thought this was a safe area in which to live." "This is the first time anything like this has happened here for a long time," she explained. "It was to do with drugs and we have made an arrest, so you should feel safe. The perpetrator is off the streets." "Thank goodness," I replied with feeling. We chatted for a little longer and she left, satisfied that I had not seen anything. I did for a moment wonder how Matthew had managed to sneak out in the early hours amongst the chaos without being seen. I surmised that it probably was indeed the chaos that allowed him to go unnoticed. I sank into my chair and sobbed a little. I just felt overwhelmed. If Matthew had not arrived when he did, I would have gone out there. The screams would have woken me and I would have wanted to help. I could have been shot. Where was Matthew anyway? Had I dreamt the whole thing? I decided I had not. He had been here for sure. I had a bath and stayed in for the rest of the day. I decided to venture out the following day. There were television cameras outside my building and crowds of people, but I kept my head down and headed to the park for some solitude. I enjoyed my walk, but there was no sign of Matthew. I decided not to go immediately home, and had a meal at a little cafe, plus telephoned my parents to tell them that I was okay. They were relieved. Two more days went by. On Wednesday I decided to knock on Matthew's door. I just needed to see him. It took the whole of the morning to build the courage to do this, but I after considering all scenarios, the worst that could happen would be that he was not there or did not want to talk to me. I set out with purpose. There were less press people outside now, and things were beginning to calm down. I walked first to the park to get my bearings, then turned and followed the route that Matthew had taken from the park to his home. I spotted a couple of familiar landmarks on the way, one being an ornate Victorian Post box, the other being a privet shrub cut into the shape of a peacock. As I turned the corner into Matthew's street, I paused. The first couple of terraces looked unkempt. I was sure that the whole row of houses had been pretty and neat. I paused, then walked slowly further down the street. As I did so, I began to feel sick. The next few houses in the row were boarded-up. This surely couldn't be right. I stopped to read a sign that clearly stated that the houses were for demolition to make way for a new road system. I made myself walk a little further, telling myself that I must have made a mistake. I knew I had not made a mistake when I halted in front of a familiar-looking house. The windows were boarded up and the front garden was overgrown, but in amongst the tall weeds were rose bushes. I stood and stared in disbelief. As I studied my surroundings, I spotted something which made my heart jolt for a moment. In amongst the smaller weeds that jutted through cracks in the path, there was a familiar-looking bright red toggle! I suddenly had to lean on the garden wall, and ejected my lunch tidily to join the weeds. I looked at the house once more as I stood up and steadied myself. This was the same house. I forced the gate to open though it was rusty, bent to pick-up the toggle which definitely matched the others on my coat, and scuttled back onto the pavement once more. How could it be boarded up? I had been in there only a few days ago? Had I imagined the whole thing? Was I in fact mad? I sat on the garden wall shaking from head to toe. I am not sure how much time passed, but I eventually made my way home and sat staring into space for another unspecified amount of time feeling frightened and doubting my own sanity. As afternoon turned to evening, I simply skipped dinner, drank three glasses of wine, and went to bed to escape from my torment. As I drifted into a slightly drunken sleep, I felt arms go around me. I sighed with pleasure, and sank deeper into sleep. I had a very vivid dream I think. I was lying in bed with Matthew. It felt so real. We were facing each other. He spoke to me softly. "Anna, my darling. I miss you." "I miss you too," I replied with feeling. "I think I am going mad. Your house is all boarded-up. Did I imagine you?" "No you didn't imagine me. My house boarded-up? Oh dear," he whispered. "I loved that house." "I don't know what to think," I told him. "It is lovely to see you though." We kissed and held each other, stroked each other, then just lay in a tight embrace. "Anna, I want to come back," he implored. "I was able to save you. I knew I had to do this to make up for failing before. I so badly want to come back, but do not know how." "Please come back Matthew," I pleaded as his grip on me began to diminish. "I love you." "I love you too Anna," I heard him say, but from distance. He had gone again. I woke with a slight hangover. My own fault. The world felt improved after three cups of tea and two Paracetamol tablets. I remembered my dream and felt comforted by it, but still confused and a little frightened. I repeated his name to myself. Matthew Edgware.... In a fit of desperation, I switched-on my laptop and typed his name into the Google search engine. Nothing. I tried again, but this time added the name of the town in which I was now living. The screen came to life with a number of hits. I clicked on the first link, watched the page load-up and began to read. By the time I had finished, my tea had gone cold and I was motionless. I will paste the entry below: "12/12/2006. Matthew Edgware a 34 year old freelance writer remains critical in Hospital after the events of 07/12/06. It is believed that he intervened in a scuffle between a Miss Georgina Howells, believed to be his girlfriend, and an unknown man. As previously reported, Miss Howells died at the scene from a gunshot wound. Mr Edgware also suffered a gunshot wound, and was immediately taken to Hospital where he underwent emergency cranial surgery, but has not yet regained consciousness. Police wish for anyone who may have been witness to this event to telephone them on their free phone number......." There was more, plus a beautiful picture of Matthew looking young and carefree. I wanted to know what had happened to him. I feverishly typed in further searches which resulted in me reading pretty much the same thing several times over until I came to a small piece written about a year later. It was another plea from the Police for any information on events that night. It said Matthew was in a coma a year later and had been transferred into a private nursing home. I searched and searched the web, but this was all I could find. He might be alive then still. Please let him be alive. I had another dream that night. Matthew was with me once more.... "Matthew?" I asked. "Here baby," was the response. He enveloped my small body with his larger frame from behind, putting a strong arm around my midriff and pulling me close. I sighed with delight and comfort as his hand gently stroked my stomach in circles. Soft, soft stroking. He kissed and nuzzled the back of my neck tenderly, making my whole body tingle. "I love you Matthew," I whispered "I know you do," he replied. "Just be quiet and relax." I tried to turn to look at him, but he just held me more firmly on my side. I wanted him to touch me more. I wanted to kiss him all over, to adore his naked body, but he continued to hold me. There was no option other than to relax as he asked, and remain where I was. He must have felt me give-up and my muscles go soft. We lay like that for a few minutes, and I felt my eyelids begin to close once more. I felt safe and cocooned with this beautiful man. His hand began to slowly move down my stomach, stroking once more. I caught my breath as his fingers just brushed my small strip of hair. He began to lightly stroke me there. I sighed with pleasure, pressed my bare bum against him, hoping to feel his manhood, wanting him to perhaps enter me from behind. I knew I was very, very wet. My body responds very quickly when turned on. I get very slippery. I felt him pull away from me a little, but the stroking continued. "Relax," he said. "I want you to sleep well." I did as I was told, and shut my eyes once more. I willed his hand to go lower as by this time I knew it would take very little to make me cum. I tried to open my legs to give him a hint, but was being held too tightly. Eventually, his hold relaxed a little and I was able to roll partially onto my back and open my legs. "Please Matthew, please touch me where it matters," I pleaded. He responded by kissing me, putting his tongue in my mouth, touching my tongue......His hand moved lower, fingers not yet touching me where I needed to be touched, but stroking my soft underneath parts. I sighed again, continued to kiss him, wanted him so badly now.... At last he brushed my wet slippery clit. All the air seemed to disappear from my lungs in one gasp. He lazily stroked, almost not touching at all. I felt my pussy begin to swell, to prepare. My clit swollen also, desperate. I love being given a soft orgasm in this way - almost no effort required - so easy, so pure. I felt that familiar sweet feeling that I cannot easily describe that is so different from the feeling of building towards climax when being entered. I am lucky to be able to have both. He continued to stroke, the sweet feeling continued to build until it reached an almost unbearable peak. I let it build until it almost hurt, let myself go, cried out, and again as the waves hit my whole body. He held me as I came, kissed me. I could almost feel his smile of satisfaction. "Sleep," he whispered. "I will be here." He held me once more. I felt my eyelids close. I breathed in the smell of him, relaxed once more in his strong arms. Began to drift.... Of course when I awoke in the morning I was predictably alone once more. As I rolled out of bed, I noticed that there was a dent in the second pillow on my bed, but told myself that I must have shifted sides during the night. As I cleaned my teeth, I allowed myself to think things through a little. Could Matthew still be in a coma? Was he dead? How on earth had I been able to see him, touch him, speak to him? How had he known that he needed to find me? Had he some psychic power that he was using as a result of damage to his brain? I concluded that perhaps I was indeed mad, had been hallucinating and that the 'cheese had finally slipped-off my cracker.' As I made my breakfast, I pulled myself together. I told myself that I was a sensible professional woman with no history of mental illness. I had seen and felt him. I resigned myself to the fact that what I was experiencing could maybe be real, however unbelievable. Matthew had saved me. He had said he wanted to come back, but did not know how. Perhaps I needed to save him. I spent the morning with the Yellow Pages telephoning every Nursing Home in the area. Most catered for elderly people. Some did not have time to answer my questions, most would not give away any confidential information, and my heart sank as my fruitless quest continued. I eventually talked to a helpful sounding Nursing Home manager who was able to give me a couple of telephone numbers of places who looked after people of all ages to try. I held my breath and dialled the first... A male voice answered the telephone. I politely told him who I was looking for, explaining that I was an old friend. There was a brief pause on the line, and then the same understandable explanation about confidentiality. I began to cry. I would never find Matthew. "I'm sorry, I told the man on the phone between sobs. I just don't know what to do. I so badly need to find him and see him." There was another pause. "There is nothing to see," he replied. "Matthew just sleeps." "He is with you?" I blurted! "I haven't told you anything," the man replied. "May I please visit?" I asked desperately. "If you wish, but we have not had this conversation," the man answered. I put the phone down after having written down the address of the home, and punched the address into Google maps. It was a short drive away. Matthew was alive then, but had never awoken since his accident. I found I didn't care. I just wanted to see him, so put on a coat and got in my car before I could even give the matter any further thought. I began to feel anxious as I neared my destination, and parked my car in a car park outside a large old building which read 'Charlton Lodge'. I made myself walk to the main doors with purpose as though visiting a man I felt I knew so well but had never actually met was a normal routine thing. At the reception desk, I cheerily stated who I wanted to see and signed in, ignoring the stares from the lady behind the counter. "Do you know where you are going?" she asked. "No," I confessed. "I will take you," she replied. When I looked up at her, she was smiling and could obviously sense my unease. "You haven't seen him for a while then?" she announced in a matter of fact tone. I did not feel the need to answer, but followed her up a staircase and along a corridor until we stopped outside a door simply marked 'Matthew'. "I'll leave you here," she smiled. "He does not move or speak." My hands shook as I pushed open the bedroom door. I entered and quickly shut it behind me. I took a deep breath and realised how silent it was in there. The only noise was the soft whooshing of air being pumped into a pressure mattress. There was a figure in the bed. I made my feet move me closer and closer until I was standing close to him. He was lying on his back, eyes firmly shut. His face was pale and gaunt. One arm protruded from the bedclothes. It was stick-thin. I recognised him though. Even in this horrible state, he was my Matthew. He needed a shave and a haircut, and I mentally berated the Nursing staff for not having done this, but at the same time could see that he was clean and comfortable. "Matthew," I said out loud as I took his available hand. "Matthew, it is Analise...well Anna to you." I squeezed his hand, but it remained limp and lifeless. I became aware that I was crying. It was devastating to see such a beautiful man reduced to this. The bedroom door opened a little for a second and a head peered in, but quickly disappeared again. I suppose the staff were checking me out. I am not sure how long I remained standing at Matthew's bedside just holding his hand and watching him sleep, but when I began to feel my hand go numb, I decided I had been there long enough. I looked at Matthew once more and knew he was a long way away. All the same, I leaned over the bed and planted a long soft kiss on his forehead and then his motionless lips. "Thank you for saving me," I whispered. "I want to save you right back, but do not know how." There was no response. I stood upright once more, looked at Matthew for a few more moments, and then exited the room. I quickly signed out, avoiding conversation with anyone, walked briskly to my car and drove home. I am not sure whether or not this was a good thing, but I really did not have time to sit, think and reflect on the day's events once I was home. I had three telephone calls in a row from both family and friends from my old town wanting to know how I was getting on. It was actually a pleasant distraction to 'touch base' with my old world, and by the time I had finished talking it was mid-evening. I made some scrambled eggs, wrote a little in my diary and went to bed. In my sleep, arms went round me once more, and a now familiar voice spoke softly into my ear. "Anna, were you near me today? I feel that you were, but I don't know where I am." "Yes, I saw you for real today, Matthew, and held your hand, kissed you gently." "Where am I, Anna?" he questioned. "I know Georgina died a long time ago, but I don't think I died." "You are alive, Matthew," I answered. There was a pause as I wondered how much to tell him. "You are sleeping. You never woke after being shot." "I can't be asleep!" he retorted. "I can often see the world, I walk, I breathe in the air, and I met you in the park. I took you to my house!" "Yes, part of you is clearly awake my darling, but your body lies in a Nursing home. I wish I could wake you." "So I am just a body in a bed? How do I look?" he whispered sounding a little panicked now. "You look like my Matthew, but painfully thin," I answered tactfully. I felt his arms pull away from me suddenly. "I don't want you to see me like this Anna. This is not the way I should be. A wasted, shrunken body in a bed? Bloody hell! I don't know what to think. I don't know how to deal with this. It is too much!" There was another pause, and then Matthew spoke once more, but sounded at a distance from me. "Do not visit me again Anna. I will know if you do. I do not want your pity. Goodbye." And he was gone. I woke in the morning, remembered and cried. Silly proud man. I realised after the events of the past week or so that he would indeed know if I had visited him again. The thought of never seeing him again hurt so badly. I wept on and off throughout the morning, but decided that for the moment I would respect Matthew's wishes and stay away. ******* I started my new job about a week later, and threw myself into my work. I thought about Matthew every day, but did not visit him in the Nursing home. He did not come to me in my dreams again, and so I slept alone. My Sentinel I finished my first week at work and even went for pizza on the Friday evening with a few of my new work colleagues. They quizzed me about my love life, but I found I could not bear to talk about Matthew. No-one would believe me anyway. I briefly told them about my previous man and then carefully steered the conversation away from the topic. I arrived home at about 8.00PM, parked my car, and was surprised to see a man and a woman standing at my front door. "It doesn't look as though anyone is in," the woman said to the man earnestly. "We had to try though," he answered with a shake of his head. "Who are you looking for?" I asked, making them both 'jump'. They turned and looked at me. They were a couple perhaps in their late 60's or early 70's. They both looked weary. "Are you Analise?" asked the woman. "I am," I replied with some caution. "Our son Matthew, has been asking for you repeatedly. He described where you lived down to the last detail." "Matthew?" is all I could weakly utter before my legs began to tremble, and dizziness overtook me. Matthew's father steadied me and helped me lower myself so I was sitting on one of my outdoor steps. I realised I was crying once more. "Is he awake?" I asked, focussing my large anxious eyes on each parent in turn. "He awoke two weeks ago, but has only been strong enough to speak a little in the last few days," his father answered. "Please take me to him?" I asked them both. "Please. I can come right now." Two pairs of hands helped me to my feet. Two pairs of eyes looked at me with curiosity, then two smiles broke out spontaneously. "Of course we will take you. By the way, let us introduce ourselves. Ian and Gill. Matthew tells us he knows you well and misses you," Ian smiled. "He does, and yes I miss him too," I confessed. Ian and Gill walked me to their car. I sat in the back seat feeling anxious but also excited. I was still in my work clothes, had not combed my hair, but found I really could not give a damn. I just wanted to see him. "May I see him for a few minutes alone first?" I asked as we arrived at the Nursing home. "Of course," answered Gill with warmth. "We will have a cup of tea downstairs and then come up in a bit." "Thank you," I replied with feeling. I stood for a moment outside the door marked 'Matthew' before knocking. I did not hear anything from within, so slowly opened the door just a little and poked my head into the room. He was propped up in bed with pillows. He saw me. We stared at each other, then smiled. "Come in Anna," he said with some effort in a tired, hoarse voice. I did as I was told and closed the door behind me, and then slowly walked to his bedside. "So you are real," he breathed. "You are beautiful too. I thought I might never actually see you after sending you away. I only had to hope that my memory of where you lived was accurate." I found I could not say a word. I was too choked-up, and did not trust myself to speak. "I think the shock of you telling me I was asleep woke me up," he explained looking at me anxiously. "The thought of just being a 'shell' was horrifying." "I love you Matthew," is all I could manage before once again the tears began to flow. "No wonder you didn't come back to me in my sleep again. You were awake!" "You mustn't love me," he replied with pride in his voice. "I can barely sit-up on my own." "You will do though." "Anna, I don't know how long it will take me to be able to walk again. I have no muscle tone. It could take months." "I will help you Matthew." "Anna, I don't have a home anymore." "I have a home Matthew. It is enough for both of us." We looked at each other. Matthew now had tears running down his thin pale face. I simply took off my coat, unzipped my winter boots, and climbed into bed with him fully clothed. I pulled his frail body close to mine, held him in my arms and told him that I was not going anywhere. I kissed him for real, and shut my eyes, and simply listened to him breathing. My eyelids began to close. I felt exhausted due to relief and a feeling of completeness. "I love you Anna," he whispered. "Thank you for being here, my friend. My beautiful lady from nowhere. This will be a long hard journey and you can duck-out at any time." My response was to pull him closer, and snuggle up to him further. "Don't be silly," I whispered. "We've come so far already. You saved me." I felt his body relax and his breathing become even and deep. I too shut my eyes once more and began to feel myself drift. It occurred to me before I slipped into the sweetest sleep I'd ever had, that Matthew's parents and perhaps staff members would find us curled-up together in this horrible Hospital bed. I found I did not care one bit. They would have to carry me out if they didn't like it. No-one was going to spoil this moment. The last thing I heard Matthew whisper before he truly slept made me both shiver and smile. "I don't know how I knew, but I did know you would be shot and badly injured that night. Thank God I stopped it." There was a long pause.... "Anna, you have saved me too." My Sentinel Ch. 02 Baby awoke to the faint light of early morning. The smell of coffee and waffles filled the room. She pulled herself to a sitting position and stretched her arms up over her head exaggerating the size of her already large breasts. Putting her feet on the cool floor she stood and looked for her clothing that she soon remembered taking off in the bathroom area. The bathroom was spotless but she was able to find a silken robe hanging on the door. Slipping into the silk robe and tying it around her waste she looked to find the cause of the smells that woke her. Entering the hall of the house and turning towards the smell she walked sleepy eyed through the dinning area and into the kitchen were she found Ash. "Good morning beautiful, how did you sleep?" his softly spoken words gave her all the security she needed in this new place. "I slept wonderfully. It has been awhile since I have slept so good." "Good, are you hungry?" "Yes. I am starved." "We shall eat then we will go shopping to get you some things for your stay with me here." "I have clothe in my bag have you seen it?" "Yes I took the liberty of putting your things in the dressing room of the master bedroom." Focusing on her hunger and the taste of the delicate waffle she ate her fill and leaned herself back in the dining room chair admiring Ash's strong facial features and gentle eyes the eyes that pierced her sole last night while wrapped in ecstasy. The more she thought the more the images of his massive hard cock came to mind making her wet and hot with need creating a new and deeper hunger that waffles would do nothing to lessen. "How was your breakfast?" Not paying any attention to his words she could only feel the lust that was coming over her. The lust to have his lips and mouth on her breasts kissing and biting. "Oh, yes the breakfast was wonderful. It is hard to believe that a man can cook like that" "But you are forgetting I am not a man, I am a sentinel." "And a very good one at that" "Thank you, now shell we get you dressed" "Getting me dressed is a small affair but what are you going to wear to hide those wings." "I can tack on human form as easily as you can get dressed." "Oh I did not know sentinels could change form." "Yes we can. You have most likely walked past a few of us on the street and did not know it." "Well I should look more closely next time" she replied as she neared the master suite him at her side. "This is my room, our room now you will find all your things in the dressing area." Opening the door to the suite she could see a large bed with a canopy and curtained sides. A large set of doors that lead to a private patio and two other doors that led to the bathroom and the dressing room. She made a left and headed to the dressing room to find her things. Her cloths were hung on wooden hangers with her jeans folded neatly and placed on a lower shelf. Grabbing her robe tie she gave it a tug and shrugged it off her shoulders not knowing that he had yet to leave the room. Standing quietly he watched as the robe slid its way over her curves first showing off her full breasts than her slightly nipped in waste followed by her full hips and the small patch of hair hiding that hole he had been in last night. She was beautiful in all ways that he could think of at the time as his cock began to grow hard he had to look away if he was going to get through the day with her by his side. She emerged from the master suite in a T-shirt and a pair of jeans. "Are we ready to go shopping?" the now human form asked her from the hall. " Yes I think that we are. But how shell we get to where we are going fly? "No we will take the car." "You can drive too?" "I can do all that a normal human can and more." he replied with a wickedly sexual grin that made her pussy twitch. Dressed and feed the two went to the nearest strip mall to start their shopping adventures. The first stop was a clothing store that offered a large selection of plus sized fashions. Jeans a staple in today's styles as well as some skirts, shirts and sweaters were purchased. The second stop was a shoe store to get a pair of dressy black heels and a pair of flip-flops. After several other stores and a lunch break the final stop was a lingerie shop where several sensible items were purchased as well as a surprise for to show Ash later. After returning home and eating a glorious supper Baby set to work getting dressed for Ash's surprise. She started by hooking the satin and velvet slit-cup bra around her large DD breasts. Then she slipped into the matching red crotchles panties. The garter belt and thigh high stockings were next; followed by black heels and satin rob. Stepping into the living room she addressed Ash "Ash I would like to think you for all that you have done for me" Your welcome" he replied not looking up from his paper. "No Ash I don't think you understand I would like to thank you for all that you have done for me" she said slipping the rob off her shoulders finally getting his attention. A growl excepted his throat as he stood and discarded the paper. He took the few strides to get to her and looked at her full form in the red velvet and satin outfit. "You are gorgeous is all this for me?" "Yes I am all yours" He reached for the back of her neck and pulled her closer to him. Bending he kissed her strong and long drinking in the feeling of her lips. His hand made its way to the ribbon ties that held the cups of her bra together and tugged on the end of one of the bows the cup separated revealing a pebble hard nipple. Ash bent his lips lower to pay attention to the nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and applied gentle pressure to it with his teeth. "Yes" she gasped "let me please you" She went to the floor on her knees and unbuckled Ash's pants. His large hard cock sprang from the confines of his pants. She licked the tip of his cock and grasped his balls firmly. "Oh yes Baby that is what daddy likes!" She smiled up at her new fond Daddy and sucked the tip of him into her mouth. His salty pre-cum was warm and sweet tasting. She circled the tip of his cock with her wet hot tongue before sucking more of him into her mouth. With her free hand she began to stroke the length of him. Ash began to pump his hips moving his cock in and out of her mouth. As his pass increased he got deeper and deeper in her mouth. The tip of his cock was at the back of her throat she swallowed to pull him deeper in to her mouth wanting all of him in her mouth. "Yes, fuck yeah, suck Daddy's cock!" She stroked his cock harder and sucked with all her might till he could not take any more. With one final suck his balls tightened and he filled her mouth with the hot thick sweet tasting cum that she wonted. This was going to be a glorious new life for Baby and her Daddy.