1 comments/ 15931 views/ 4 favorites Shadow By: Lil Claudya It was an everyday summer night. The moon was full casting a silvery light on the leaves of the tree near her window. She loved looking out at night. How quiet and peaceful everything seemed. Even the busy street had died down to sparse traffic. Keeping the window open and letting a cool breeze blow through made her nipples stand straight through the light t-shirt she was wearing. Smiling softly to herself at the tingles rushing down her spine that seemed to culminate directly on her clit, sparked warmth between her legs and left her a little damp. Staring off into the shadows a moment, watching the purple and grey darkness morph and twist as the light changed, her eye caught movement in the shadows across the street. Was there someone standing next to the tree? She squinted to see if she could make anything out, only seeing a black cat dart out from under a bush. Thinking to herself that was all it could be, Claudya walked over to her bed, leaving a trail of a t-shirt and boxers on the floor, slipping into her cool sheets. The soft cool fabric making tiny goose bumps on her silky smooth skin only added to her already aroused body. It didn't take long to fall asleep. It had been a long day, and it was late by the time she could finally wind down and get ready for bed. Her world swam around her, becoming murky and faded until it was finally gone and she was surrounded by a beautiful forest. She could hear the birds chirping and even smell the mix of flowers and pine needles as she made her way on the trail. It seemed familiar but Claudya couldn't put her finger on from where. Soon there was a clearing in the path where a large wood house stood proudly in the center. She moved through the field, her fingers gently grazing the flowers, picking a few here and there and weaving them into her long red ringlets. Peering down at herself she noticed she was in a short full skirted dress, with small patent leather shoes with white folded socks, and resting on her shoulders was a red hooded cape. Laughing and twirling around in the flowers, the warmth of the sun and the tall grass tickling her skin, the inside of her thigh twitching as the blades of grass moved ever closer to her bare pussy. She found her way to the steps that led up to the door of the house. Almost disappointed that her walk through the meadow was over, she sighed to herself. Knocking on the door, she lifted up on tip-toe to peer into the dirty windows; it seemed like no one was home. Touching the door knob with her fingertips the heavy door just swung open. Jumping back a little, she cautiously walked forward, tilting her head to the side trying to see into the house without getting too close. The inside was dark and dusty, there seemed to be no one there. While poking her head inside the door frame and looking back and forth, she saw movement out of the corner of her eye—a shadow that looked like a tall man. Turning quickly to catch him in her sights, she saw nothing there, just dust and old furniture. Stepping into the house she turned to see the heavy door shut and click. Walking back over, trying the door, she noticed that there were no knobs or handles on this side. Trying to keep from panicking she sat down on the dirty floor. Looking down at her feet, she noticed she was no longer in her tiny dress and mary jane shoes, but was now in a pair of comfy jeans and pale blue button down shirt that was tied just above her belly button, her feet bare and dirty from the floor. Catching her breath, her hands ran up to her hair pulling it back in a pony tail like she did when she was thinking and needed it out of the way. Standing up slowly, she walked around the room looking behind the doors to find the one that moved into another room. As she walked into the hallway, the door behind her slammed shut. The hallway turned pitch black. She could feel someone standing directly behind her breathing on her neck, making the hair on her arm stand straight up. She walked forward and the person was still there, not touching her, but so close. She could smell his cologne and the sweetness of his breath as he matched her pace step by step down the hallway. Coming to the end, she reached for a doorknob; it was locked, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't open it. With her heart pounding in her chest like a drum, she tried again and again. The person behind her drew closer to her. Claudya could feel his body pressing against her back trapping her against the locked door. The cold hard wood seeping into her skin caused her nipples to ache and her back to arch, grinding her ass back against him. Gasping, she started to scream. His hand wrapped around her wrist, when suddenly the door in front of her clicked and opened spilling bright light into the hallway. She turned quickly, hoping to see who was behind her, but the hall was empty. Stepping backwards into the next room, she tumbled into a large stone floored room. Splayed on the hard stone of the floor, her hand reaching back to rub the sore spot on her ass from the fall. Turning around slowly, looking around at the firelight licking the walls. The furniture in the room was dark and heavy casting eerie shadows around the room. Hearing her name whispered breathily from a dark corner across the room, her heart skipped a beat as she turned to see no one there. Trying to calm herself, she started to walk softly singing to herself, hearing it echo off the walls. She walked around the perimeter of the room looking for a door or a window—any way out—but there was none. She stood by the fire, letting it warm her soft sun-kissed skin. Turning around, she again saw movement out of the corner of her eye. And again, nothing stood where the figure just was. Claudya started talking herself, "It isn't real. It's just your mind playing tricks." Saying it over and over didn't seem to help her, she knew she was trapped. She turned again. This time it wasn't just a shadow, she felt a hand on the small of her back. Shocked and startled by the touch, she struggled to move away from the hands she couldn't see. She then felt a body press against the front of her, forcing her to step backwards, till the back of her knees hit the mattress on the antique four poster bed. The mysterious hands softly touching her skin sending shivers down her spine. Her eyes wide as the shadows changed and shifted around the room, seeing a shadow of a man standing in front of her but no body to cast it. Another rough push, and suddenly, she felt a mouth close around hers, a phantom tongue slipping into her mouth, playing over her teeth and snaking possessively deep into her mouth, taking her breath away. Lifting her up onto the bed, the shadow began to envelop her. Claudya felt her wrists being held tight by invisible fingers, her legs splayed on the rough sheets, her heels digging into the mattress trying to get a footing to get away. The weight of the being rested down on her body keeping her under him enabling him to free his hands to wonder over her body. His fingertips brushing over her skin, making her squirm and wiggle under him. A sudden pinch of her nipple made her shriek. "That wasn't through a shirt," she thought, "his hands are on my skin." Looking down, she saw that she was no longer wearing her jeans and shirt but was laying spread eagle on the dark bed with nothing covering her pink skin. Her breasts held in place by rough phantom hands, pinching and tweaking her nipples. She tried hard to move, but as she tried her eyesight followed up her arm to a thick leather cuff holding her securely to the bed. Hearing a soft laugh in her ear with her struggling only exciting the being more, his body pressed into her, making her feel his cock growing, grinding it down onto her sensitive clit. A mans voice entered her thoughts whispering "I know you. I know all about you, all the wicked little thoughts that play around in this sweet little head. You long for this, to be taken… Stop fighting me, my little slut. You can't win." At that, she felt fingers trailing up the inside of her thigh, her thigh muscles twitching, tugging on the cuffs on her ankles. Gasping softly as the fingers played her like an instrument. Plucking at her nipples and stroking her curves, making her pussy get wetter and wetter. Her back arched against the soft bed, her eyes closed as her body was warmed under the touch of these expert hands. She swallowed hard trying to wet her dry throat. She felt velvety skin pressing insistently against her pouty pink lips, tasting salty sweet on her tongue her mind reeled not sure what she should do. Slowly she opened her mouth to the intruder pushing farther past her lips and teeth, feeling the ridge of the head of his cock on her tongue. She flicked her tongue up to press against the rough spot just under the head. Sucking softly on just the head at first, making it wet in her mouth then slowly working more and more onto her tongue when suddenly the cock in her mouth pushed down hard forcing its way down into her throat. Her eyes opened wide as the shadows cock forced deeper, gagging and trying to cough around it, her cries turning into garbled mush in her mouth. With the excitement in her growing higher and higher, she struggled to move her head but she couldn't. Whimpering softly as tears streamed down her cheeks. Gasping for breath as he pulled his cock back out of her throat then pushed it back down, roughly using her mouth. She could feel her lips bruising yet warm tingles in her pussy exploded, sending a gush of wetness onto her pussy lips. Fighting the want in her body with all she had. The thoughts in her head making her dizzy, trying to keep control not wanting to give in. No one ever saw this side of her. It was only in her fantasies; good girls don't like this kind of thing. With the cock in her mouth still fucking her, sliding deep and pulling out, her lips stretched tight around it. As if he was reading her thoughts he reached back smacking her clit roughly with his fingers, sending bits of pain mixed with intense pleasure into her body, causing her to moan around his cock. The voice in her head started talking again, "I know you. I know your desires. Now relax and enjoy my little slut. You know you love it. Your pussy is so wet it's dripping onto the sheets. You want to be my nasty naughty girl." He slid his fingers deep into her pussy, pumping them in and out slowly. Pulling his cock from her mouth she fought to catch her breath, her eyes popping open trying hard to see the man playing with her. Still there was nothing, just the shadow against the wall. Claudya moaned softly as he slowly worked on her pussy, adding another finger sliding them in and twisting them his thumb pressing down on her hard clit. It was too intense. She wanted to move but could go no where, the leather cuffs made sure of that. Feeling her mind starting to break—to give in, he suddenly bit onto her clit rolling it back and forth with his tongue. She was so close to cumming, her body writhing on the sheets, pulling her closer and closer to tumbling over the edge. Just then, the fingers and tongue were gone. With her body shuddering, arching, she tried to find the source of the pleasure again. Whimpering loudly, she ached to release and now, as far as she could tell, the invisible being was gone. Turning this way and that, as much as she could being bound to the bed, she tried to see where the shadow had gone; however, all she saw were the shadows of the furniture flickering in the firelight. Tugging on her cuffs, desperate for a release, she pressed down her drippy pussy onto the mattress looking for enough friction to help her cum. But, she couldn't get enough pressure on her clit to let her tumble over the edge. After a few minutes, she heard rustling in the far corner of the room, then behind her in the dark corner by the bed. He was laughing watching her struggle in the sheets. The bed sank where he sat on the edge. Looking up with eyes sparkling toward where the person should have been, Claudya licked her lips and opened her mouth to speak. But then the voice in her head quickly silenced her. "Shhhh little one, I know what you need. I can feel it. You're burning for it. All you have to do is ask." Her mind was screaming, begging him to let her cum, to slide his cock deep inside her, to press her down into the mattress and take her over and over, her cum soaking his cock. In fast succession her mind played her fantasies through her head. Her body squirming as images she tried to keep tucked away raced unchecked through her mind. Landing finally on one, she gasped as her mind started to play out the scene before her. Her fingers dug into the rough sheets as she moaned and whimpered. His hands fell back onto her body. His fingers parting her pushing past her pussy lips a few times, coating them nicely with her cream. Pressing his fingers against her pouty lips, her mouth opened wantonly. She used her tongue snaking it out, licking the tips then sucking his strong fingers into her greedy mouth. Her lips parted, moaning softly at the taste in her mouth. She felt the bed shift again. His body was back on hers, his hips pinned to hers, slowly dragging the head of his cock through her wet lips, lubricating the tip with her sweet juices. Soon she was arching off the mattress meeting his every move, wanting his cock to fill her pussy so badly she was shaking. His breath moist in her ear as her nipples raked against his chest, teasing them more, making her moan softly as her head pressed back into the sheets. Whispering in her ear, "Tell me Claudya, how much do you want my cock in your pussy?" as he slowly rubbed it up and down her pink hairless pussy, pressing it against her pulsing clit then stopping just short of her entrance. Moaning softly, whispering "please, please slide it in" hearing her voice reverberating around the stone room. Laughing softly the Shadow stopped his cock barely touching her pussy lips. Pausing a moment she started to beg again "Please, I need it please…." Before she could finish the shadow pushed deep inside her, making her scream out. Her body was quick to react. She was writhing and twisting on the bed, desperately rocking her hips grinding her clit against his shaft. The shadows hot breath washed over the side of her neck and up to her ear. His breathing turning to panting then growling the closer she came to cumming. He was laying on top of her now, the weight on her chest making it harder to breathe. His hands where making their way up her curves, softly tickling along her side, up the under side of her breasts, flicking her nipples, on hand traveling up higher, running fingertips over her soft neck and chest. He was pounding harder now, her legs were suddenly free wrapped tightly around his waist pulling him into her, lifting her hips to meet his every thrust. His hand closing slowly around her throat, making her gasp for air and her fingers claw at the sheets; she was on fire. Her moaning was getting louder and louder almost to the point of screaming; she was on the edge again. He growled softly in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. His voice like gravel raked over her body bringing her that much closer to cumming. "Cum for me, give me your cum" he growled lowly in her ear. His hand was pressing a little harder, "Cum my sweet little slut. You need it. Just give it to me". Her legs tightening as she started to cum, pulling him in deeper. Her body convulsed around him, her pussy tightening like a vice around his cock. Gasping trying to get air to her lungs as her body was racked by orgasm after orgasm. He kissed her roughly as his cock pulsed in her soaking wet pussy. Her chest ached as she drew hard for air sitting up straight in bed Claudya grabbed her throat. Her breath still ragged her eyes darted around the room. Her sheets were soaked in sweat and cum. Her were thighs damp and slippery as she pulled the sheets up over her naked frame. Settling down she curled over onto her side, her red hair fanned out on the pillow keeping her back to the wall. Her eyes wildly dancing over the walls checking the shadows for any sign that she wasn't alone. Just as she was closing her eyes a shadow moved just outside her window… Cobra, I just wanted to thank you for all your help editing my story. I would never have submitted anything to lit if it wasn't for your support and muse when needed. Shadow He slipped down the hall as silent as a shadow. He was dressed completely in black. In his pocket was a vial of chloroform and a wad of gauze. He stealthily opened her door. She was sleeping on her back in baby doll pajamas. She was snoring lightly. He put the bag he was carrying on the floor and brought out the vial. He poured a little into the gauze and slapped it over her nose. She struggled briefly and then was overcome by the chloroform. When he was sure she was out cold, he brought the bag over to the bed and opened it. He used a pair of scissors to cut her pajamas off. He got the padded, smooth handcuffs out and laid them by her head and her feet. He went around the bed snapping the handcuffs over her wrists and ankles and securing them to the bed. He got out a ball gag and secured it to her mouth. He double checked the setup and then sat back to wait. He sat down to wait for her to awaken. It took an hour. He didn't care, he had all weekend. He heard her moan and the bed sheets rustled. He put on a black hood so she wouldn't know for sure who he was. She was awake. She quickly assessed her situation and gave a groan of helplessness. He smiled and walked over to the bed. "Hi, I'm wondering if you know how much shit you are in." She started to twist and turn on the bed in a desperate attempt to get free. She squealed as best she could through the ball gag, but very little sound came out. She struggled for about ten minutes. She stopped and shook her head. "That's what I like to see," he said, "A little humility." He leaned over and pinched her tit hard. "I'm gonna fuck you until your twat dries up. I'm gonna fill you full of my cum. With any luck, I'll squirt a baby into you. You'll like that." He stood up and bent over her. He licked her pussy. It was bone dry from fright. He sucked hard on her clit. She knew what was coming. She moved harder against her restraints but it was no use. She knew she was going to be fucked. She also knew that she was right in the middle of her fertility cycle and could easily get pregnant. He cheerfully took off his pants and briefs. His cock was 6 1/2inches long, entirely average. She thought it looked familiar, but then most cocks look alike. He played with his cock for a while and then got between her legs. She shut her eyes tightly as he rudely rammed his dick into her. He humped and humped while she just lay there. He didn't care. He shuddered and shot his load into her pussy. His dick went flaccid and fell out. "Maybe I'll try it in the ass since you seemed to enjoy the pussy fuck so much," he chortled. "It's too bad I can't make you give me a blow job. Maybe if I take out the gag." He sat down in the chair a played with his flaccid dick. "Duty calls," he announced cheerfully. His cock was standing up again. He applied the Astro-Glide to her ass and pussy. Once again he slammed his cock into her, this time in her ass. She almost fainted when his dick slid into her asshole. She couldn't decide whether she loved it or hated it. He stroked her harder and harder and finally in a burst of curses, he came in her rectum. His dick went flat and fell out. She decided she'd have to try that again. He sat back down in the chair. "I wonder how many times I can come in you?" he asked with a smile. The answer was four more times that night. About one o'clock in the morning he went to the kitchen. When he came back, he had a pencil and a notepad. "I'm going to release your right hand. You may write a message for me." He unlocked her right cuff. She wrote, "If you take the gag out, I promise I won't scream or make noise." He told her, "Okay, I'll remove it, but if you make any noise, it goes back in for the weekend." "I want to fuck you some more." "That's OK. I need to pee real bad." He put a collar on her, released the restraints and led her to the bathroom. She pissed like a horse for at least two minutes. "Damn," He remarked, "I didn't think a woman could hold that much pee. Are you finished?" "Could I brush my teeth please," she pled. "All right, but make it quick. I'm ready for some more pussy!" She brushed her teeth savoring the cold water and drinking as much as she could. She felt a tug on the collar. "You're finished," He announced. "Just turn me loose and I'll give you a blow job and never tell anyone about this," she begged. He took her back to the bed, cuffed her, hopped up on her and without ceremony, fucked her hard. No Astro-Glide this time. It made her pussy hot and wet, but he wouldn't let her cum. He fucked her three more times that day. As darkness approached, he told her, "Well, babe, the honeymoon's over. Here's the part where I have to decide what to do with you. Should I leave you tied up, or should I be nice and let you go?" "Oh, please let me go! I might starve to death before someone found me. Can't you give me a break?" "I'll show you a break!" he exclaimed and took off his hood. She blinked her eyes. "Harold, you rat! You scared the shit out of me!" "Yeah, fun wasn't it?" "Don't ever do that again! I almost had a heart attack!" Harold unlocked the cuffs. She grabbed him and threw him onto the bed. "I thought you promised me a blow job," Harold laughed. "Not now, after that damned ball gag, my jaw is sore. Besides, it'll take you an hour to cum after all that sex. One thing you should remember, Harold." "Yeah, what's that?" With an evil glint in her eyes she said, "Payback's a motherfucker!" Shadow The phone woke me from a focused stupor as my secretary let me know a call was on the line. Talking to whomever it was on the phone, anyone, would be a welcome relief from reading through the boring minutiae of the commercial pre-lease agreement in my hands. "Paul Sturner on the phone for you, Max." Paul Sturner? Now there was a blast from the past. Paul and I had worked together in the mid 90s when he was still running a large construction concern in midtown. He'd transferred out to the west coast well over ten years ago and we'd had minimal, though occasional, contact since that time. My curiosity was piqued as I picked up the handset. "Paul? To whatever do I owe this pleasure?" I inquired. "Max. Good to hear your voice again too, old friend. How are you?" I replied and we spent the next few minutes talking small and catching up. Finally our conversation turned to the real reason for his call. "Max, I'm calling to ask you a favor," he said. "Paul, I believe the ledger balance is largely tipped in your direction, so anything I can do for you, just name it," I replied. "Well, you may vaguely remember my daughter, Kim. She was probably only 10 or 11 when you met her, but she's all grown up now, as they tend to do, and she's going into her last year of architecture grad school at USC. She's a great kid and a terrific student, but she's in LA for the summer and having an impossible time finding an internship or summer job in the trade. She's working, but as a hostess in a restaurant. I really think she needs a little practical exposure to the whole development world and I was hoping I could ask you if you'd let her shadow you for a week in August. No need to pay her and she can stay at our little place on the Upper West Side. But I think she'd benefit greatly from seeing how you do business and how you work with professionals in her field. I know this is a big favor to ask, but..." "Paul, I'd be happy to help. It would be my pleasure." I vaguely remembered meeting Kim and her younger brother at some function or grand opening of some sort, but it was a long time ago; a very hazy memory and a passing nod at best. I recalled that Paul had adopted both of his children and they were of Asian descent; Vietnamese, if my memory served me. But, beyond that, there was little that I remembered. "I know this is an imposition, Max, but if you could just let her accompany you to a few meetings and visit a few building sites, I think she'd get a good dose of reality from you. And it would get her out of LA and a sort of social rut I think she's in there. You'd be doing me a great service, Max." "Say no more, Paul. Consider it done. Let me check my August and get back to you, or her. I'll try to find a week I'm here and doing some interesting things. I'm glad you called, really. I'm happy to help." We updated contact information and he gave me Kim's info as well. It was left that she would contact me and we'd make arrangements directly. While I wasn't sure shadowing me for a week would be all that exciting, there were some interesting projects we were working on and a few meetings she might find interesting. Our company is a major player in the development and management of some rather large projects in midtown Manhattan and elsewhere, so she would potentially get a very different perspective on the building game and how the design profession factors into the development of commercial projects. And, I most definitely owed Paul from some favors he'd done me well in the past. The truth is I had always enjoyed being a mentor to younger people on the verge of entering careers related to design, development and construction. At fifty-one, I had spent my entire adult life in the field and had always felt it an honor and an obligation to give back to young people. My marriage, unfortunately, had not survived the time pressures and demands of my work life as I climbed the managerial ladder, but that's a story for another time. Even as I entered my fifties I loved what I did and it enveloped my life. My work had always been, and still is, the primary soul-satisfying aspect of my life. That said, as a successful bachelor about town, I had never had trouble attracting female companionship when I needed or wanted it. I'm tall, slim, and in good shape with salt and pepper hair that is a little too long. And I will admit to having always been attracted to younger women, especially as I'd aged. Kim contacted me by email the next day and by then I had found a week that looked promising. She had a very polite, but congenial, writing style and she agreed to the week and left it that she would show up at the office at 9 a.m. that Monday. Little did I realize what lay in store for me. At the precise time on the pre-arranged date my assistant stepped through my office door and showed Kim the way into my inner sanctum. I'm not sure what I had expected as I rose to come around my desk to meet and greet her, but I wasn't prepared for the beauty that swept around the door jamb and into my office with a noticeable air of confidence and aplomb. I stuttered as we walked to one another, our hands extended. "K...Kim?" I stammered as she took my extended hand and squeezed. I'm quite sure I had a glazed look spread across my face. "Hello, Mr. Stanfield. It's a pleasure. My father has told me so much about you," she said with a gorgeous smile. Her handshake told me right off the bat that this was a young woman who knew her way around social circles and was well aware of the power of her considerable beauty. "The pleasure is all mine. But, please, call me Max. No formalities if we're going to be spending the next few days together," I replied, trying to hide my considerable glee at the prospect. Kim stood about 5'-8" and had a slender graceful figure. While she was assuredly of Asian descent, there was definitely a mixing of European blood that gave her both an exotic air and a unique beauty. Her hair was jet black and her smooth silken skin had the light bronze quality of Southeast Asia. Her huge eyes were dark and fully showcased the mixed blood of her heritage, a blend of French and Vietnamese, as I came to find out. She was dressed professionally and conservatively, yet still with a provocative air. I immediately noticed the black high heels – a true weakness of mine – and the perfect cut and fit of her rather tight skirt. The short jacket she wore hid her upper assets, but accentuated her very well-proportioned lower half. She appeared from my first survey to have a modest, yet noticeable, bust. Her stature and posture immediately reminded me of a dancer, which I learned was, in fact, a pastime of hers. I showed her to a seat across from mine and we chatted for a bit. I gave her a general outline of our schedule during the coming week and explained how I would allow her to shadow me as much as possible, but there were times when I would need to call on an assistant to take the reins or find helpful chores in the office that she might do for us. She was totally accommodating and willing to do whatever we asked; she was just happy and thankful for the opportunity. Over the next few days we spent quite a bit of time together. The two highlights of the week were a large meeting in the city with a potential partner on a major project in New Jersey and a day trip to Philadelphia to make a presentation to a group of investors for a project on the outskirts of the city. While Kim and I were together doing other things during the week, those two meetings were opportunities for her to really observe and see how I make my living and for us to spend some quality time together. Each day she would arrive punctually, looking fresh as a daisy. Her wardrobe was perfect for her role, but even her professional work attire did little to hide the wonderful curves of her lithe body. She wore heels every day and besides adding inches to her stature, it clearly enhanced her already considerable sex appeal as well. Even in her tallest heels I still had several inches on her, but I loved the way heels brought her a little closer – almost eye to eye. I felt like, if it ever came to that, our bodies would align perfectly. I did not tire of looking at her or spending time with her. It was truly a delight. And while she was certainly beautiful, she was clearly very smart as well. She spoke eloquently, listened attentively, and asked extremely intelligent and probing questions. She also had a very witty sense of humor; another weakness of mine when it comes to women. And, most impressively, she wasn't just on cruise control for a week with one of her father's old colleagues; she was taking advantage of the opportunity and soaking it all in. She certainly turned heads at our Tuesday meeting. I introduced her as the daughter of an old and dear friend, there to shadow and observe. But as the meeting progressed, I could see several of the men around the conference room table stealing glances at her. I think she rather enjoyed the attention, but she also seemed to be engaged in the tenor of the meeting and the negotiations that were taking place. The main partner tried to engage Kim in the conversation, just because I think he wanted a chance to look at her and hear her speak. She was demur under the circumstances, but knew exactly how to respond, how to play her role as a shadow and remain in the background. As we left the building I chided her. "Well, if I'd known you were going to be such a distraction to all the guys around that table, I'm not sure I would have brought you," I teased. "I'm sorry," she said sheepishly, but with a coy smile. "Hey, listen, Kim. You have a power in your beauty. As long as you couple that with smarts and experience, your potential knows no bounds. You would have had those guys eating out of your hands, if need be. But always work from a point of knowing what you're talking about and use your beauty as reinforcement; don't fall into the trap of using it to cover a lack of hard work or understanding the subject at hand." "Good advice, Max. Thank you. I'll remember that." I had no doubt she would. On Wednesday we took a day trip down to Philly for a presentation. We took the Acela train and relaxed comfortably on the ride down. It finally gave me a chance to find out more about her. She had done her undergraduate degree at Brown and then had taken a year off to travel to Southeast Asia in search of her roots. It was there that she had developed an interest in architecture and become inspired to follow this new found passion into a career. She was two years into the program and had one more year to go. She told me how much she was enjoying her stay in New York; not only spending the days with me, but seeing old college friends in the evenings. She commented on how different New York was from Los Angeles and alluded to the fact that her father had been insistent that she make this trip. Kim was a very tactile person and loved to touch as she talked, to make a point or draw your attention to something. I loved the way her touch would linger on my upper arm or elbow. And rather than just pull her fingers back, she'd let them graze down and away, maximizing the touch and the sensation. Her sensual touch had my imagination running wild. She also had a mesmerizing way of whispering in my ear, in a way that made you feel like you were being taken into her confidence and told something secret and special. Her breathy voice and her closeness as she whispered sometimes overshadowed what she was actually saying. It wasn't so much what she was saying, it was the way she was saying it, inches from my ear, that riveted my attention. I certainly found myself fantasizing about her: what she must be like in bed; what she would look like naked; what kinds of sounds she would make when she was aroused and approaching orgasm. She was a true flirt and knew just how to look at me with an expression that mixed humor, intelligence and blatant sexuality that made me want to melt. She was less than half my age, but was drawing me into the sensuality of her orbit with each passing day. And from what I could see she had this same effect on every male, and female, we came in contact with over the course of those several days. Our trip to Philly was a wonderful day. The presentation went very well – I was well-prepared – and, once again, Kim was the subtle focus of several of the gentlemen and one rather attractive woman sitting around the table. While Kim didn't have much to say that day, she was attentive and sat absorbing the situation like a sponge. I must admit, I was proud to have her by my side that day and we walked out of the presentation with a spring in our steps. "Oh, Max, that was fascinating. Thank you for bringing me along," she chirped as we left the offices and headed for the train station and the journey back to New York. "My pleasure, Kim. I would have done this alone, if you weren't here. But it's nice to have the company, I must confess," I said. She touched my arm the way she did and smiled. I noticed the stares and looks she received as we wended our way through the 30th Street Station. I think beautiful women are often oblivious to the looks they receive; perhaps a built-in defense mechanism developed over the years. Kim didn't seem to notice, or didn't let on, but I did. The train trip back was uneventful, but pleasant. At one point Kim, seated at the window, put her hand on my leg to indicate she needed to visit the lavatory. I loved how she leaned her weight on me mid-thigh to get past me, her hand only inches from my cock. I watched her sashay down the aisle, as did several other admirers. I felt pretty damn lucky to have her traveling with me. We spent part of Thursday together, but I let one of my assistants take her to a job site during the afternoon. She poked her head into my office toward the end of the day and seemed to have something on her mind. "Max, I don't know how to thank you for this week. It's really been wonderful. I was wondering if, as a small token of my appreciation, you might consider having dinner with me tomorrow night?" I felt my heart leap and the blood flow at the mere idea of having some time outside business hours with this lovely young lady. I acceded and asked her where I could meet her. "Well, actually, I was thinking of eating in. Why don't you let me take care of everything? You just show up at 7:30 and leave everything in my hands," she said with what I perceived as a very sexual overtone. How could I argue with that? She gave me an address on the Upper West Side, a number that indicated her father's "pied-a-terre" was only steps off of Central Park. I smiled and thanked her and, just as she turned to go, I added one additional comment. "Kim, we do sort of acknowledge Casual Friday around here, so you can wear slacks tomorrow. If you want to," I added. She grinned and nodded. "Well, I'll do that then. See you tomorrow, Max," she said with a flourish as she turned and sauntered back into the office. I admired the rear view and her sexy walk. My thoughts turned to what might lay in store the following evening. Kim showed up the next morning, her last, in a pair of the tightest black silk pants I think I'd ever seen. They had little zippers from the bottom up about 10 inches along the outside of her calf and were accented by a pair of strappy black heels. Her top was only a tee shirt, but it fit so nicely and showed off her slender physique. I wasn't the only one ogling her during the day. But all I could think of was that I was the lucky one who was going to be joining her for dinner that very evening. We smiled at one another knowingly several times during the day. I'm not sure she was having the same thoughts I was, but I liked to think I'm a pretty good judge of the opposite sex and I was getting a vibe from Kim that showed great promise for the evening about to unfold. She poked her head around the corner of my open door toward the end of the day and smiled. "I'm not going to thank you now," she cooed. "I'll do that later. See you at 7:30, Max." "Anything I can bring, Kim?" "Just yourself, Max. I've got it covered," she said jauntily. "I bet you do. See you later." She gave me a quick smile, flipped her long gorgeous locks over her shoulder and strode out of my office, knowing full well that I was watching her from behind. I was sad that our short week had come to an end; who knows when I'd cross paths with her again? But I smiled at the evening that lay just ahead. I went home a little earlier than I might on a Friday night, showered, shaved, and changed into some casual clothes: a pair of black silk slacks and a very nice indigo blue shirt. I ran a comb through my long graying hair, spritzed on a dash of cologne and was ready to go. Her place was a good cab ride from my digs in the West Village, but the ride gave me a little time to collect my thoughts. I smiled to myself as I hopped out of the cab and looked at the lovely pre-war structure into which I was headed. Not bad digs for a guy who was only in New York City for business once every two months or so. Obviously Kim was living in style, but the notion somehow fit her. I got off the elevator, full of anticipation, walked down the plush dimly lit hall to her door and knocked softly. A few seconds later the door opened and there she stood: a total study in innocent beauty. She looked absolutely radiant in a short, but flowing dress of purple silk and the tallest pair of heels I think I had ever seen. I noted the thin black strap that surrounded her ankles and smiled contentedly. Obviously, we were not going out anytime soon; these were heels designed for show, not for moving about in public. I just stood there for a moment with a stupid grin on my face, smiling at her. I was dumbstruck. "Wow," was all I could mumble. "You look exquisite, Kim. Truly," I added as I crossed the threshold and handed her a lovely bouquet of flowers and an expensive Bordeaux. "Max, I said you didn't need to bring anything," she said with an enormous smile; obviously pleased that I had ignored her request. "I hate to show up empty-handed," I stated emphatically. "Well, thank you. Come on in," she said, as she shut the door with a thick clunk of quality construction. She gave me a very nice, but softly polite, hug and the lovely floral scent of her perfume permeated my brain cells. The apartment was a small one bedroom place, but totally tripped out. A high-end designer had most definitely been involved. The space had a minimalist feel, but screamed money at the same time. My attention was drawn to a killer view of the park though the French doors. The lighting was subdued, candles were lit everywhere, and soft music drifted coolly from hidden speakers. I wasn't sure what she had in store, but I felt like a plan was in place and I just needed to take my cues from her. "I hope you like sushi," she said, more of a statement than a question, but my nod made her smile. She strode into the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase and I watched her rear view. Kim had an absolutely intoxicating walk; her whole body moved and flowed in one sensual wave of motion; her hips seeming to tie everything together. While the dress was tight on top with thin spaghetti straps resting on her delicate shoulders, the lower half hung and swayed in a lovely testament to the body hinted at, but hidden below. Her long black hair was up in a casual knot and this hair style accentuated her graceful neck and the lovely hoop earrings that dangled from her pert little ears. Her breasts, though small, seemed perfectly cradled in the bodice of the dress, the tops of her bosom looking soft and inviting. I could barely make out the subtle poke of her delicate nipples, slightly upturned and barely encased in the thin silk bodice. Shadow "Max, would you mind opening a bottle of champagne? I thought we might have a little cheese out on the balcony and sip some bubbly." She stood close by, two flutes in hand, as I deftly popped the cork and we both watched the little whiff of smoke waft from the top. As the emerging cork made a thudding pop, we both laughed. "Oh my. I love the sound of champagne being opened," she said with a smile in her voice. "Very sensual," she added softly. "Indeed it is, especially in such a lovely setting," I continued, "and with such a beautiful lady." I poured the effervescent liquid into our glasses, first one, then the other. She handed me one and smiled, a look of lust and allure fleeting across her expressive face. I got lost in the dark pools of her eyes as she lifted her flute toward mine. "To a wonderful week and a new friendship," she toasted. "Thank you for everything, Max." I raised my glass and we clinked softly, then sipped our first taste as we looked at one another over the rims of our flutes. The champagne tasted crisp and flinty and seemed the perfect beverage for the moment. "Let's go out on the balcony, Max. I think you'll like the view." I knew I was going to like the view and the hot August night air mixed well with the tangy bubble of the wine. The sun was at a deep slant and bathed the late summer green of the park in a thick amber light. Our perch on the nineteenth floor made it feel like we were on top of the world. The unit was on the southeast corner of the building and felt like our own private aerie. We walked to the corner of the balcony, larger than one might think based on the size of the apartment, and stood, leaning against the solid brick railing. Kim's skin glowed in the warm evening light and I surveyed her body subtly as we talked and drank. The thin silk of her dress lay against her body as she leaned back against the wall. I couldn't help but notice the lovely rise of her mons as the silk caressed her stomach and thighs and draped itself lovingly over her beautiful mound. I tried not to stare, but I could swear I saw the subtle outline of her labia under the purple silk. She didn't seem to mind my perusal of her assets; in fact she appeared to glory in the attention. We talked in generalities about life, steering the conversation away from work and the prior week. Perhaps it was the effect of the champagne or the swirling magic of the hot summer evening, but our talk began to drift in a more personal direction. My next question may have had something to do with that. "So, Kim, do you have anybody special waiting for you at home?" I inquired in a not so subtle manner. She smiled slightly before answering. "Yes." "Tell me about him," I requested. She lowered her glass and looked me straight in the eye. "What makes you think it's a him? And why do you assume it's only one person?" I recouped from my blunder as quickly and smoothly as I could. "Sorry. Bad assumption. Tell me about him/her/they," I smiled, as did she. "Well, I do have a male friend. He's an artist; early forties; Spanish, who I've been seeing for awhile. He's got friends, men and women, who are a part of our group. His name is Alberto." She paused for effect. "And then I have a girlfriend, a lover, who is an aspiring actor, my age, Danish, very lovely," she paused. "You'd like her," she ascertained with a glint in her eye. "Her name is Inga." "I see," I said coolly as if this is the sort of thing I heard every day of the week. Kim looked at me as if she needed to clear the air. "Look, Max, I'm very bi, as you may have gathered, and so are my friends. And that leads to, well, all sorts of interesting combinations and adventures. You might say I like," she paused again, "variety." She smiled at me sensually as she peered over the rim of her flute and took another sip. Our glasses were almost empty, yet again, and I grabbed the bottle to refill. The champagne seemed to be fueling our conversation in a very interesting direction. "And what about you, Max? I'm sure an eligible man of your good looks and position has no problem attracting women. Or men? Maybe I shouldn't make assumptions either?" she laughed. "No, I'm hetero through and through, I'm afraid. And a one woman guy; kind of boring I guess." "I don't think you're boring, Max," she said in almost a whisper. "Let's just say that since my divorce I've played the field and like it that way. I've got many 'friends with benefits', you might say, to quote an overused phrase." "Oh, I like benefits," she laughed. "All kinds." Emboldened by the alcohol and the turn in the conversation I continued to leer at Kim's beautiful face and body. While she had looked great all week, tonight she had a deepening air of sensuality in both her dress and dialogue. I was finding the whole situation incredibly arousing. I couldn't keep my eyes off the gentle uplift of her breasts or the lovely curve of her hips or the gentle protrusion of her mound. I could feel myself thickening as we spoke, but did nothing to hide my own excitement. Kim seemed to be scanning my body as we spoke as well; we were like a mutual admiration society. "So," she said, ready to pose a question. "You like the view?" "Oh, yes," I replied. "I've never seen Central Park from this angle. It's extraordinary." Kim smiled. "You're a funny man. It didn't seem like you'd even noticed the park. I thought you'd been looking at me." "Well, yes, that too. You look very lovely tonight, Kim. You're an extremely beautiful woman. It's hard not to stare," I said, rather sheepishly. "Yes, I noticed the hard part. Thank you. I'll take that," she said with emphasis, looking down at my crotch, "as a compliment." She was grinning from ear to ear. "I was also admiring your dress, in fact. It's exquisite." "Why thank you. I designed and made this myself, you know." "Really?" I said, expressing true surprise. It gave me an opportunity to look at it, and her, unabashedly; my eyes once again drinking in her lithe shape and sensuous curves. This was one seriously gorgeous woman. She moved away from the wall and spun in a slow circle, allowing me to soak in this vision of loveliness. "Yes. I wanted something appropriate for a really hot summer night; when it's far too hot to wear much more than a dress," she said coolly and seductively, leveling me with her intense gaze. I looked her over again with even more interest, if that was possible. "You mean that's all you're wearing?" I blurted out, sounding more like a teenager in heat than a sophisticated gentleman. "Of course, not, silly. I'm wearing heels also. And earrings," she added, tilting her head to let them dangle. I scanned her body again, totally not caring that she watched as my eyes undressed her. She looked back, bemused by the attention. My eyes came to rest on the lovely apex of where her thighs and belly met in a soft barely hidden mound of delight. I couldn't think of anything intelligent to say, but I knew that Kim was watching my own excitement grow. "Well, that dress clings to you very nicely, Kim." "I'm so glad you like it," she said in a purr. "You know I feel like a simple sushi dinner is really not enough of a thank you for the incredible experience you've given me this week. I'm thinking about what else I could give you," she said with a quizzical look. I waited for her to continue. "I was thinking that I could," she hesitated, "take you bowling?" Her eyes crinkled in a smile. "As long as you were wearing that dress, bowling would be fine. I don't think they'll allow those heels on the lanes though," I added. "Hmm. You're probably right," she pondered with her finger tapping her lips in deep thought. "Karaoke?" she continued. "You know, given the way you're dressed, wouldn't it make more sense to stay in tonight? Don't you have some board games of some sort we could play or a jigsaw puzzle?" I said, taking the joke for a ride. "I know," she said with a broad grin spreading across her face. She put her flute down and sauntered over to me ever so slowly, touching my chest lightly as she leaned into to whisper something intimate in my ear. God, I loved how she touched and whispered. "I could give you the best blowjob of your life, Max. How about that?" she queried, her other hand gently palming the prominent bulge now clearly defined in my slacks. "In fact, I think I should get out of this dress to do it. Don't you? It could get kind of messy," she whispered and teased. She pulled back a little, turned, and asked me to unzip her dress. I did so, ever so slowly unveiling the long sleek lines of her finely sculpted back. She looked over her shoulder with a 'come hither' look and told me to follow her. I placed my empty glass on the table next to hers and followed her across the balcony and back inside. As she crossed the threshold and entered the living room, the straps fell off her shoulders and the silk dress fell in one graceful droop down her body and onto the floor as she stepped out of it and kept walking. She was now naked, except for her heels, and her slender body was everything I had expected. She looked over her shoulder as she continued toward the bedroom, me following like a lost puppy dog. There was soft music playing and candles that she must have lit before I arrived flickering in the fading light. She walked over to stand between the bed and a huge mirror and turned to face me. I stopped in my tracks, a few steps away, to take in this vision of loveliness. Her small breasts sat high on her chest, in perfect proportion to her exquisite form; their lovely shape highlighted by two small dark nipples that pointed slightly up and away, so pert and fully erect. She had a small tuft of delicate pussy hair, neatly trimmed and very fine. I whistled under my breath as I took her in, a beautiful vision standing naked before me. "My God, Kim. You're lovely," I managed to stammer. "Come here, Max," she implored, pointing to where she wanted me to stand. I realized as I arrived in the chosen spot that our profiles were both reflected in the full-length mirror. I smiled. "Dad's a little kinky, don't you think?" she laughed. "Indeed he is. Thank God," I added, as Kim began to undress me slowly. I let her unbutton my shirt and slide it off as I just gazed at the wonder of what was happening. I caressed her face and hair as she unbuckled me, slid my zipper down carefully, and hooked her thumbs into my waistband to lower my trousers and boxers all in one move. I stepped out of them and she tossed them to the side as she knelt before me and looked up at me with her dark brown adoring eyes. "Oh, Max. It's magnificent," she said, as she placed her hands on the front of my thighs and looked at the raging erection now bobbing rigidly just inches from her face. "Oh, baby, we're gonna have some fun tonight," she cooed quietly from below. And then she proceeded to do something so simple, yet something I'm not sure I'd ever experienced in all the oral sex I've enjoyed over the years. Her hands slid up my thighs and came together slowly and gently to cup and cradle my balls, almost as if she was taking my cock as an offering. And as she applied just the right amount of pressure, encasing my testicles in the curved palms of her hands, she brought her open mouth over the head of my cock and began to slide the first two inches into her mouth. I'm not sure I'd ever felt such a sensation as she squeezed my balls with just the right amount of pressure and sucked my cock with her warm velvet mouth. It was completely submissive and sexy as hell. I groaned loudly as she began to bob in a long slow rhythm, taking a little more of me with each descent. I felt her tongue swirling back and forth on the sensitive ridge just under the head. 'Oh, Kim," I moaned. "That feels so good, baby." She pulled off for just a second. "Better than bowling?" she joked before inhaling me again. "Fuck, yes," was all I could say in reply. She used her cupped hands to pull on my balls and, thus, my cock slipped slowly between her warm wet lips. She worked into a steady rhythm and I watched in awe as more and more of my rock hard shaft descended deeper and deeper into her hungry mouth. She was now making moaning noises and sucking with as much saliva as she could muster. While oral sex at this point in the game is often a prelude to other events, I could tell that this blowjob was a work of art and that I should see it through to completion. She obviously had no intention of stopping and seemed to be totally lost in the moment, as was I. She hesitated for just a second, letting my cock pop out of her mouth. "I love sucking your cock, Max. I want you to come in my mouth. I want to taste you; drink you," she crooned so seductively as she inhaled my cock again and began to suck me with an earnestness and intensity that told me we were going for climax now. They say that blowjobs are more about attitude than technique, but Kim was combining both in equal measure and I felt an orgasm begin to build deep in my core. I wanted to freeze this moment, to enjoy it forever, because I could feel my seed girding up for an eruption to end all. I looked sideways in the mirror and loved the view of our bodies in profile: me crouched slightly to deliver my cock to her; her kneeling and sucking like there was no tomorrow. Such a lovely sight. I placed my hand lightly on her head, feeling the fine smooth texture of her hair and the motion of her skull as she took me in, all of me, and gagged on my girth. But this didn't stop her; it just spurred her on for more, as my body froze and I looked down at Kim's face, absorbing the entire length and breadth of my cock. I felt the first jolt of my climax wash up through me like a volcanic eruption. The head of my cock was banging off the back of her throat as I emptied a huge load of cum in her head, filling her mouth with a series of steady spurts. This elicited a loud unearthly moan; a sound that I don't think I'd ever made before. I didn't know where it came from. But I stared at her in awe as I felt my semen squirt and pulse in waves of ecstasy, emptying into Kim's hungry mouth. Kim slowly withdrew once I'd stopped spasming and as her mouth disengaged from my still pulsing cock, she let out a dribble of thick white cum, allowing it to drool back onto the top of my shaft. She used her tongue to sweep up and back along the length several times, licking up every drop of cream until my cock throbbed and glistened in the afterglow of one of the best blowjobs I could ever remember. "My, God, Kim. You weren't kidding," I stammered. "Oh, I never kid, Max. Not about something like that," she added. "Think of it as a little thank you suck." "Unbelievable. Do you want to shadow me next week? Or the week after that?" I joked, only half kidding. I helped Kim up to her feet and wrapped my arms around her. She came in close and we kissed deeply. I could taste the remains of my semen, but it was sort of a turn-on, in a way. Our tongues darted and played as my hands slid up and down Kim's backside, enjoying the feel of her smooth slender body. "Mmm. I like a man who isn't afraid to taste his own cum. That's sexy, Max." "Well, how about this Kim? How about you lay back and I'll return the favor?" "You want to eat me, Max? You want to taste my pussy?" That was a question that needed no answer. I watched as Kim walked several steps to the bed and layed down with her back and ass on the edge of the bed and her feet on the floor. She looked at me with sultry eyes as she spread her legs, ever so slowly, and placed both hands on her upper thighs, framing the view of the sweetest pussy I'd ever seen. While she had a little tuft of finely trimmed pubic hair, her lips were smooth and very delicate. The black hair of her pubes contrasted nicely with the glistening tender pink slit of her cunt. I grabbed a pillow, threw it on the floor between her legs and kneeled down for an appetizer. Who needed sushi? "Oh, Kim. What a glorious sight, baby," I opined. I could see her hips undulating in a subtle sway and her hands moved about her thighs, creating an enticing display of flesh. Her lips were open and inviting, a lovely pink color and glistening with arousal. She looked at me with a dirty sultry expression; a look begging for a response. But I wasn't quite sure I was ready to dive in. I wanted to make her wait and want. I needed to take control of the situation. As she began to lightly touch her clit and moan, I stood tall between her legs, looking down and admiring the view in my own semi-flaccid state. I leaned over, placed my hands on either side of her shoulders and descended to her ear. "I'm going to eat that lovely pussy, Kim, but I'm going to work my way down from up here," I whispered, "slowly." "Mmmmm," was her response as I nibbled on her ear and began to gradually work my way down her neck, kissing and nuzzling just below her taut jaw line. I could hear her breathing thicken as I descended toward her upper chest, headed for her tight hard nipples. I pushed up so my face was a few inches above her and blew softly on her protruding breasts. Her nipples strained skyward, begging to be sucked, her body moving with a feline grace like a cat in heat. As I blew on her puckered tips I could feel her body straining to reach my mouth, her nipples needing contact. But I teased her, breathing on them, blowing softly on them, kissing all around them, until I could feel her back arching. I lowered my open mouth over her distended left nipple, encircling her areola with my lips. I didn't move for a minute, just sucked ever so slightly, until the flat of my tongue swirled in a lush circle around her rigid tip. "Oh, fuck!" Kim said loudly. "Suck my nipples, Max. Please, baby. Suck them," she begged. "Oh God, suck them, Max," she pleaded as she arched her chest forward to meet me. I would, but not quite yet; not until I was ready and had her absolutely squirming. That didn't take long. She had extremely sensitive nipples and I was truly enjoying her reaction to my oral ministrations. I covered her small perfectly formed breasts with saliva, moaning as I sucked and using my mouth for maximum effect. "Oh, God, Max. I love having my nipples sucked. Don't stop," she pleaded. After a period of intense sucking, I'd stop and pull back to flail her fully distended nipple with the tip of my tongue or switch to the other nipple, dividing my time equally between her lovely tits. There was a direct connection between her breasts and her pussy, as her hips moved and undulated to an unheard rhythm. But this was just a stop along the way, as I'd told her. So I left my fingers behind to play with her saliva soaked nipples as I headed south, slowly kissing my way across her belly, descending back to my knees between her legs, getting ready to taste and suck her. She put her hands on my head and pushed me down, anxious for me to arrive and apply the same mouth action to her clit that I'd utilized on her nipples. "What would you like, Kim?" I inquired, knowing full well what her answer would be. "Oh, Max, suck my pussy, baby. Please. Eat me. Fuck. Suck me. Hurry," she said with some sexual desperation in her voice. I pulled my hands down from her breasts and she replaced them with her own, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples as I readied to devour her cunt. I placed my hands on the inside of her open thighs and pulled apart her already gaping sex. I looked at this gorgeous creature, her pussy practically throbbing with anticipation; wet with the copious fluids of her excitement. "You're very beautiful, Kim. Very. I want to taste you; to eat you," I teased her, unmercifully. Shadow "Oh, God, Max. Suck me. Now! Hurry!" she begged as she grabbed my hair and pulled me down to lick her gaping pink slit. I hunkered down low, placed the flat of my tongue on her perineum, and ascended the length of her fleshy groove in one long slow stroke of tongue on lips, dipping the tip of my tongue in as I passed by her deepest opening. "Ohhhhh, fuck," Kim implored. My lick ended at her clit, and I lay my flattened tongue on her little rosebud and applied pressure, barely moving my tongue back and forth; feeling her respond to the slightest hint of pressure or change in motion. Her fingernails dug into my head as I began to circle her throbbing clit with the tip of my tongue, twirling in an ever closing circle around her pearl of pleasure. I could feel her hips moving and humping to meet my mouth, so hungry for my suck. I alternated between a swirling or flicking tongue and pulling her tender clit in between my lips to suck. She seemed to love the variation in my technique, so I kept focusing on and increasing the little subtle moves that seemed to cause her body to jerk suddenly or brought forth an involuntary moan. We got into a nice rhythm as she humped her hips to an inner beat and I delved deeply between her fleshy labia with long twirls of my tongue. My mind flashed to the week just ended and our various interchanges and client visits. Little had I thought as I had ogled Kim's body all week long, that my fantasies would actually come true and I'd be devouring her sweet pussy and eliciting such sensual verbal and physical responses. She tasted divine, a mix of hot tang and musky juice. The scent of her arousal mingled with a delicate floral scent she must have sprayed between her legs earlier in the evening while she was getting ready. It turned me on to know that she had planned this interlude all along. I felt my cock begin to stir again; drained from Kim's blowjob, but showing signs of life. I moaned deep into her juicy hole and swirled my tongue through her hot lippy flesh. And something told me, a little voice inside my head, to keep going; that this also wasn't a stepping stone to fucking, but an end play all its own. I could tell, clearly, that she was really digging this, as was I. I doubled down with focus and every technique I knew, but mostly, I just lost myself in her glorious pussy and let my enjoyment show. I felt Kim's body respond in stages, plateaus, almost. I won't even try to describe in writing the sounds and words and verbal outbursts that resulted from my oral play. These were accompanied by her body language, which told me in no uncertain terms that she was getting close, very close, to orgasm. I found a rhythm and a groove and her spot and I just went for it, feeling her climax approaching as her body tensed and her breathing became erratic. And then, it happened – she came – and almost violently. Her body shook in arrhythmic spasms, her voice screamed in concert and her thighs tightened around my head in a vice-like grip; almost drowning and suffocating me at the same time. I sucked her through the heart of her climax, then slowly backed off, taking cues from her recoiling body and soft breathing. "Ohhhh, fuck. That was magnificent. Oh man. Oh Max." "Just returning the favor, Kim. Tit for tat, so to speak," I replied. "Well, fuck. That's all I can say," she stated as she wiped her brow and looked down at my face, glistening with her juices. She smiled and caressed my face. "Thank you," she reiterated. "Whatever will we do for an encore?" she questioned, knowing full well we were barely started. I crawled up on the bed with her and brought her into my arms. She didn't exactly seem like the snuggling type, but, in fact, she was. She nestled into my arms and we wrapped our limbs together in a human pretzel; my hand gliding over her smooth silken skin. We were in no hurry, now that we weren't going out bowling. We joked and talked and we, both, well, especially me, regained our strength and fluids. We were going to have to eat soon, if we were going to keep up this pace. But, for the moment, neither of us had any interest in anything other than ourselves. Before long our talk became racy, our hands began to wander further afield, and we kissed. It was a gentle kiss at first, but it became more and more intense as our blood began to flow again and another round of lovemaking seemed the most logical thing in the world. Kim's hand wandered down to my stiffening cock and urged it back to full strength. With my rigid dick in her hand, she leaned into my ear. "You know, Max. I hate to break the mood, but why don't we take a quick break to eat. I'm starving; I bet you are too. We'll hold this thought," she said, lightly stroking my cock, "and start up where we left off. What do you say?" My stomach was growling and I bounded out of bed in response. We padded into the kitchen, totally naked. Her cute little ass cheeks twitched so tightly as she led the way; my rejuvenated erection bobbing in time as I followed her lovely naked body into the kitchen. She had a wonderful array of sushi laid out on the counter and an ice bucket with a nice chilled bottle of white wine already uncorked. It went without saying that this was going to be a stand-up meal. I had to grin as we stood there, leaning against the counter, munching sushi, totally naked. We could have just as easily been standing there fully-clothed, eating our meal and drinking our wine at a casual social affair. But we were naked and with her free hand Kim was casually stroking my thickened cock. The meal was excellent, but I couldn't keep my hands off this young lady. Her skin was like silk and her body, except for her glorious mane and the tiny soft tuft on her mound, was completely hairless. It was one of the more bizarre meals I had ever had – eating, drinking, being naked, stroking, touching. "So are you going to come visit me in LA someday, Max?" Kim asked as she lightly handled my manhood. "I could introduce you to Inga," she said with a knowing smile. "I think you'd like her, Max. And I know she'd like you," she cooed, as she palmed by dick from underneath, slowly twisting her soft hand. She was driving me crazy. "Well, I can always find an excuse for heading out to the west coast," I replied. "Research. I think I need to do a little research out there," I said, smiling coolly. Kim had finished eating, as had I, and her attention was returning to the hard meat she was holding in her hand. She began to use both hands, one cupping my balls, the other massaging and handling me with a perfect touch. I was rock hard and ready to go. "So, are you going to put this inside me?" she queried as she stroked and squeezed it with just the right amount of pressure. "Are you going to fuck me, Max? With your big hard fucking cock? Hmm? Are you?" "Oh, Kim. You say the sweetest things," I chided. "But if you insist, I am pleased to be of service to the lady," I replied. She laughed and began to pull me, cock first, back toward the bedroom. She led us right to the mirror and stood facing it, pulling my arms around either side of her so we were facing the mirror, me standing behind. It was an incredible vision. Her breasts looked so perfect in the soft candlelight and the tight little fleshy vee of her pussy was absolutely irresistible. We watched as my hands skated over her body, caressing her upturned nipples and delving down into the slick wet folds of her pubis. She pressed her ass back against me, groaning ever so slightly, feeling my thickness pressed against her lower back. My middle finger slid into the top of her groove as we watched and I found her clit, hidden but open to my slick digit. She spread her legs, just a little, just enough to let me slip all the way down and curl up inside her snug little hole. Oh my, she was a tight little girl, and a teaser. She was playing me to the max – and I loved it. I pulled my hands away and pushed her forward slightly, letting my hands slide between us, each one cupping the round fleshy bubble of a cheek. She felt, and watched, as I spread her cheeks and slid my pulsing cock up and down between the cleft of her protruding butt. "Oh, fuck, Max. Are you ready to fuck me now? Because I need it. Now. I need you, baby. Inside me." A lady in need? How could I refuse? Kim was a dirty talker. She wanted to hear it back. "You need this, Kim?" I said, as I pressed my hot meat against her. I could feel her hand reaching between her legs to grab me; not so gentle now; more needy and desperate as she tugged at my length. "Do you need some hard cock in your tight little pussy hole? You need to be filled with dick? Hmm? Do you?" I asked, demanded, as I pressed my thick flesh against her smooth slender body. I know it was completely delusional, but at that moment my cock felt so huge and threatening against her slight frame. I watched in awe as she leaned forward, placing her palms on the large mirror a few feet in front of her, and arched her back to raise her ass up toward my throbbing manhood. Good God, the view she presented was out of a high quality porn film – the light, the music, the atmosphere, the mirror and, most of all, her exquisite body and sexy face. I could tell she was going to say something as she presented her fine ass to me and turned to look at me over her shoulder. "Fuck me," was all she said. "Now," she demanded. Simple enough. I could do that. With pleasure. She continued to stroke me in earnest with one hand while supporting herself against the mirror with the other. She grabbed my bobbing erection and pulled it toward her dripping flesh. I let her show me the way. I reared back and enjoyed the view in the mirror – my sweet young shadow, ready to be fucked standing up while we watched. She was going to want it hard; I could tell. She guided the throbbing helmet of my head to her opening. And when I felt her let go, and knew I was right where I needed to be, I pushed. And I felt her body yield and a flush of feelings ripped through both our bodies and minds. As I pressed in just the first inch, she groaned and swore. Oh my, she was so ready for cock, so ready for a good deep fuck. "Oh, God, Max. Shove it in me. I need it. Fuck!" she groaned as I leaned back and grabbed her hips, bending my knees slightly so I was coming into her tight hole straight and true. I pushed, she groaned loudly, and pressed back to receive me. Over the next minute we pushed and pulled, inch by inch, sliding my thick and totally rigid dick into her slippery snug hole. She was really tight, and while I'm not that big, a little above average, I looked like a giant next to her petite brown body. She spread her legs a bit more, leaned forward and opened herself up to me as much as she could. And as we watched in the mirror, like we were watching other people, I felt her yield and open and my cock slid all the way into her, bottoming out. I felt my pubic bone grinding against her ass. We both gasped at the same moment, knowing that I was home, all the way in. Now I could withdraw and then sink right back to where I was right now. I leaned back and pulled out almost all the way. Then I grasped her slender hips tight, looked down at my cock, only the tip still engaged in her tight little pussy, and fucking slammed it home. She screamed, a good scream, a scream of fulfillment and ecstasy and deep cock. And I began to fuck her in long steady strokes, still holding back from full thrusting. I watched in the mirror as her long dark hair swung freely on one side of her slightly upturned face; her eyes closed and her mouth open in a silent scream. I alternated between watching her directly and watching our reflections. With each thrust I re-entered her petite box a little harder and a little deeper. Out concurrent groans were coupled with that lovely fleshy smacking sound of male hips and female ass. My cock was sheathed in her dripping cunt, so warm and welcoming as she greeted each new thrust with a backward arc of her own. Suddenly I felt an overwhelming urge to turn her around, to face her, to look into her eyes as I fucked her. So I pulled out unexpectedly, dragged her backwards and onto the bed, both of us falling together. She was desperate to have me inside her again, so we wasted no time as she lay back on the bed, spread her legs and brought me back into the fold. With one long deep thrust I sunk back into her sex as we groaned in unison and in agreement. I propped myself up on my elbows and knees, so I could look at her pretty face, awash in desire and lust. We found one another's mouth and kissed; a wet sloppy kiss; a mélange of saliva, lips and tongue. The wet sloppy sound of our bodies joining was intermingled with a cacophony of grunts and groans. Kim wrapped her legs around me tightly and I pushed up to get just the right angle. We stopped kissing and just looked into one another's eyes as I penetrated her deeply in a pounding union of hard and soft flesh. We built up a lovely rhythm and our movements and excitement began to reach a crescendo. I could feel Kim's need and I tried to reach back and push ever deeper; trying to express with my body what was rumbling in uncontrollable waves through my brain. And just when it felt like we couldn't go any harder or deeper, we reached a plateau where all the senses converged in a raucous collision of desire and I felt an orgasm girding up so fucking deep in my loins. And then it came; I came; we came. I emptied myself into Kim, spurt after powerful spurt erupting so deep inside her body. And as my cock pulsed and spewed, I felt Kim's pussy spasm and clench my dick in a pumping vice. I heard voices, hers, mine, ours, cry out in wails of ecstasy as sweat poured from our bodies and hearts beat madly in time. I collapsed on her, still in her. I could feel her body let go, relax, as our fluids oozed out of our union and greased my retreat as I gently pulled out. "Holy shit, Kim. I think I feel officially thanked now. You can skip the bowling." "Oh really?" she said with a hint of disappointment in her voice. "I was hoping I could thank you at least once or twice more tonight. Are you in a rush or something?" I laughed and curled up next to her, pulling her lithe smooth body against mine. Our bodies seemed made to be intertwined. Her legs wrapped in mine felt like the most natural thing in the world. I nuzzled into her neck, smelling the heady mix of her sweet perfume and the musky undertone of her sex. "I'm not rushing anywhere, actually. I was hoping to see the view at sunrise, in fact. Unless you have other plans?" "None, Max. None. Stay right here. Right now." We wrapped our arms around one another and dozed off, girding our strength for the night, and the morning, to come. Shadow If I may I would like to thank LovelyTuz for her wonderful editing skills and for inspiring me to write in this genre. Thank you Milady. "It's really quite simple Kristen, you can live or you can die. It's your choice." The voice inside her head was calm, almost void of emotion as the dark haired beauty laid there, her body burning up with fever. Her strength all but gone. The freakish storm continued to rage outside as it had for the past seventy-two hours. The electricity had quit first, the phone following quickly afterwards. With that the outside world gone. That voice once again speaking, this time in a hushed tone. "You can't feed, even from afar, not without his approval. What if he were driving at that exact moment of your need, his vehicle careening out of control. His death...unexplainable and on your conscience." Kristen's eyes grew heavy with tears. The thought of such causing her heart more pain than even the prospect of her own demise. The voice inside her head was no stranger. Kristen held the key to her own humanity, a light shining on mankind. The speaker on the other hand welcomed the darkness, embracing it like a long lost lover. The one called Shadow was a creature of that same night, a vampire. All her life Kristen had kept Shadow's needs at bay. Protecting others from the thoughts which filled her nights with nightmarish visions and her in her bed alone. The "darkness" had been fed, through a means of natural selection. Sometimes reaching out to others. Lately to a man whose words and thoughts had warmed a heart long held dormant, in fear. Her thoughts had not been lost upon her "sister". "He must be quite worried by now, having no contact from you for this long a period of time." The dark haired beauty's hands shook as she tried to rise only to crumble to the floor. So weak, unable to stand. "Kristen, you're dying, but you know that, don't you?" She tried crawling but with so little strength, her nails began to tear. Blood began staining the cold hardwood floor, offering no purchase. "All you have to do is set me free. I'm stronger than you. I can get you help." The woman on the floor began to shiver violently, not so much from the cold but from the picture that was painted of her sibling "helping." A feat which would involve her feeding. "As I said Kristen, you can live or you can die, the choice is yours." Kristen's voice in reply faltered saying, "If I die, you die too Shadow." Surprisingly the words which followed were almost nonchalant in tome. "I've lived locked away inside you for my entire life. Being a prisoner of your body is just like being dead. If I die now I will finally be free of this mortal coil and my life can begin." She fell silent for a moment, a dramatic pause as the words flowed, hypnotic in listening. "You on the other hand, if you die like this there will be one more who will perish alongside you. Your writer is a fragile soul. As the hours grow into days, the days into weeks, the weeks into months what will he think? He will begin to convince himself that he must have said, must have done something horribly wrong. In the end you found him, what was his word? Oh yes, lacking. He will know that this time he not only failed himself but he failed you as well. It would be such a tragic loss, don't you think?" This time Kristen's eyes could not stem the flow of tears as she lay there. Her voice quivering as she worked up the strength to speak. "Swear to me you will tell him. Swear it." The only reply was silence but she felt her sibling's consent. With a soft sigh she closed her eyes and with her mind, unlocked the gate. Shadow stepping through. The figure on the ground slowly rose, moving with an almost elegant ease. She slipped the modest nightgown from her body, her skin almost translucent as she tried out her new found voice saying "Of course dear sister. I'll not only tell him, I'll show him." She flung her arms wide, her eyes flying open, burning like embers of coal, red in appearance. She reached out and almost two thirds of the way across the country, a man fell to his knees. His head in his hands, the pain excruciating, a voice exploding inside of it. "Author, your precious Kristen sends her regards. She regrets that she is unable to tell you goodbye but I promised her I would relay the message. Now...die!" With that his screams echoed, with Kristen's in her mind as she laughed manically. She came to an abrupt half, licking her lips as she sampled the coppery sweet taste of the wordsmith's blood in her throat. With a snarl, she burst through the front door, exploding into the snow filled night. She flew swiftly, her eyes finding the homeless man, the huddled figure with not enough time to draw his final single breath. It was almost a year later, the dark haired vixen walked...no...stalked into the club called "Illusions". The bar was well known amongst the fetish crowd, specializing in its draw for those who required a bit of pain to find their own pleasure. Her path cut quite a swath through those in attendance. Eyes turning, whispers exchanged at the brazenly dressed woman in their midst. Shadow's appearance left little to the imagination as to her own desires, her clothing screaming dominatrix. The black leather vest and pants, the black laced camisole, the highly polished boots with stiletto heels. It was a vision desired by many, envied by others. The crowd at the club was fluid at best. People constantly coming and going. No one seemingly noticing how the statuesque figure always left with a different individual in tow. The same individual never to appear again. This night her eyes even in the dimly lit atmosphere took in everything. No one escaped her gaze but it was in the very back of the club that she saw that which she required. A loner, perhaps more voyeur than participant but still certain not to be missed. She walked confidently to where he sat in the dark. His head was down, seemingly unaware of her presence as she allowed her voice, the siren's voice to say. "Perhaps you might wish to buy me a drink good Sir?" His head did not rise, though he stood. His hand reaching out, almost stabbing at the chair which seemed to elude him for a brief moment but then taking hold. He pulled it out for her to sit. She did so as if it were her right as he receded over yet again, back to the darkness, seeking something as he said softly, "What is your pleasure Milady?" It was only then that his face came into view and she saw the dark glasses, the cane which he now held in one hand. The question hanging forth as she spoke, "I require wine, a merlot perhaps." He nodded, the cane reaching out, tapping the floor as his voice once again spoke, barely above a whisper, "As you wish." He set out for the bar, moving slowly but it seemed confidently. For a brief moment she thought perhaps to find another foil, a different victim but instead allowed a smile to play on the corner of her lips. Her thoughts harkening back to something she had read once. Sensory deprivation was a long used tactic by those in the lifestyle. Common knowledge found in the fact that when one sense is taken away the others work harder to make up for the loss. Perhaps in his case, he would experience pain to a higher degree as her smile widened. It took him several minutes but he made his way back to the table. His steps measured as he put down the drink before her, then sitting down himself. She took a swallow, her eyes intent on the man next to her. Her senses dulled by the fact the prey would be so easily taken, not even noticing the slightly bitter aftertaste to the red wine. "So tell me dear Sir. Some come here with a desire to lord their superiority over others. Then there are those who need to experience the other end of the spectrum, to serve in the ways of submission. Tell me, which one of these needs...calls to you?" It was a subtle gesture but his head did fall, his face once again in shadows as she laughed. The sound almost musical as her hand reached out, the cold touch against his warm skin causing him to shiver. She leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "I understand my pet. I promise you by the time the night is done, I will show you things. Things you never dared dream of, you will find it all...life changing. Now, do you have someplace near where we might play?" His voice again was as soft as any she had ever heard in reply. "Yes Milady." He stood, his cane once again in hand as she quickly drank the rest of the contents of the glass before joining him. She put her arm through his as they took their leave, once again with jealous stares from many. The man she walked beside seemingly unaware. The night air beckoned, his steps carrying them further into the darkness, to the corner where they turned. The alleyway dimly lit though of course it mattered not to her or to her companion it seemed. She almost stumbled, shaking her head as if to clear it. His hand holding tight saying, "It is not far I promise." She nodded, her steps a bit unsure and for a brief moment she thought about taking him here. They were still too close to others, his screams would not go unnoticed so she waited. Finally, he came to a stop. His hand fumbling with a key, the door slowly opening. The darkness awaited as she once again almost fell, her head by now feeling light, his hand holding her up. He reached over, flipping a switch, a single light illuminating the sparse furnishings before her. Releasing her hand, he walked slowly to a table. The sound of his cane against the floor as he stopped, placing it on the surface, his back to her. She tried to close the distance between the two only to once again falter, this time to fall. She knelt on all fours, her head swimming, the room doing the same as she reached up. Her hand took hold of a chair only to crash to the floor once again. He never turned around, simply standing there as he removed his coat, his hat. His long locks falling in place down past his shoulders. She blinked, trying to clear her vision, to see the figure clearly before her. This time as he reached up he took the dark glasses from his face. He placed them beside the cane. Only then to slowly turn. It was at that moment, for a brief second, right before the darkness claimed her that she saw him. His falling hair framing his face, his lips pressed in a tight line but it was his eyes, his eyes of blue which burned into hers and she could only gasp, "YOU?" She tried one final time to come to her feet but her eyes rolled back in her head the powerful sedative forcing her to surrender to the darkness. When she awoke, it was to a single light shining down. Her eyes quickly averting, the fixture slowly swinging back and forth. She made a low noise in her throat, almost a snarl. The sound muffled at best, the gag which filled her mouth insuring that. The sound grew even louder as she tried to arise only to find her path impeded. Manacles claiming her wrists and her ankles. She arched her back, pulling with strength like no human could match but still, the bonds held tight. It was only then that she saw him from the corner of her eye, watching her as he stood. He moved before stopping in front of her. His eyes still cold, his jaw still set. He saw her struggle, knowing full well what she was doing and calmly spoke. "It does you no good to try and control my mind. You destroyed it with your actions almost a year ago. The only thing there now is a tumor, one which will claim my life soon but not before I have claimed yours...and more." Once again she began to tear at the chains, her eyes wild. He simply stood there, no fear in his own. No emotion, simply existing as he spoke in that same, soft maddening tone. "I know Kristen lives inside of you. You may have tried to kill us both but we're both stronger than you can ever dare imagine. You will free her. If not this night then the next or the next or not perhaps until madness claims you. You will return her to me, this I swear." He could see it in her eyes, the pure hatred, the complete disdain she held for him but it mattered not. She was a monster but in her actions, she had created one far more frightening than any she had ever witnessed. The man before her. His eyes remained as cold as his voice. "Well then, shall we begin?" Her eyes watched him, the venom showing, the hatred brimming. He carried a suitcase over to a table which stood next to the slab she lay on. Opening it, he saw her eyes open wide at the brilliantly shining objects, the various scalpels and other instruments. His hand reaching out to take a needle, nearly six inches in length, it's tip obviously razor sharp. For a final time she tried to tear her limbs from the restraints only to hear him say, "Save your strength. All of your bonds are made of pure silver. You are as helpless as I was that day you took away the only thing that ever mattered in my life.. You brought me great pain that day. Now...I will return the favor." With his hand he took the needle, plunging it into his thumb. The wound quickly forming droplets of blood. Allowing his hand to rest directly over her face. Her eyes took in the sight of her own sustenance, the drop gleaming in her eyes. "I've heard that with just the smell that it heightens your senses a thousand fold. I want you to feel every, single bit...of this." The drops of blood began to fall, splattering on her face, filling her nostrils as she screamed with fury behind the gag. His hand reached down, capturing her breast and without a moment of remorse, he stuck the needle into her nipple. Her head snapped back as he reached down to pick up a silver hoop which he deftly locked in place. As he slipped the needle free he spoke. "I've heard it best to numb the area first but that seems like such a waste of pain. Don't you think Shadow?" Her eyes filled with exactly that, swimming in the sensations as her body writhed against the slab. "Oh, we're only getting started, there's much more in store, shall we continue?" Her answer was unrequited, the other breast soon featuring a matching hoop. Her body convulsing as he smiled wickedly saying, "I see you require pain to find that which you seek my pet. Well I promise you, you shall not lack for that which you seek." His hand reached down between her legs, a dollop of her own seed coating his finger. It mixed with the blood which he took to his mouth, his eyes intent upon her. Closing them as he sighed, savoring the taste. As the saying goes, "if looks could kill" but he only laughed. The sound cold as he pulled yet another needle forth, his eyes now coming to rest in her nether regions. She shook her head frantically but to no avail, the barb moving forth. The pattern being set. Almost an hour later he pulled the silver chain through, the hoops which now adorned the lips of her most private of areas. Now sealed off, the small lock being put in place, the sound of it closing bringing a mournful sound from her lips. He showed her the key which now hung around his neck. "Well, well, don't you look...pretty." Her body had betrayed her time and time again as he had took from her what he required. The pain so delicious but in the past, it had been her to deliver it. The circumstances though having changed. "We can stop now if you so wish, all you need do is deliver Kristen to me and this will end. Well?" She stared at him, her eyes cold in reply as she mumbled against the gag. Reaching down, he pulled the buckle harshly, a gasp escaping her lips as the ball fell free. As he looked down upon her she spat, directly in his face. "Go to hell you son of a bitch", the words filled with acid as he calmly took his sleeve, wiping at his face. His voice now darker than any night. "I promise Shadow, I will see you there." He walked over, picking up another case. This time silently opening it, enjoying the look on her face, the sheer terror as he pulled the instruments free. There would be nothing gentle about it, the oversized objects soon filling her. Her cries going unheeded as they did, one easily, the other not quite so much but soon both were in place. She could only watch as he attached the electrical leads, each to the silver clips which now adorned her body. Others to the two intruders which even now were causing her to squirm, trying to escape the pain but escape, was impossible. Finally, he stood before her again, his hand on a switch, his voice calm. "I gave you a chance to save yourself. Now you belong to me." The current surged through her body, through her flesh. The scream inhumane in nature but it fell on deaf ears. Time ceased to exist, her body time and time again betraying her. The pain and pleasure mixing as one until her hands and ankles where scorched with the heat of the metal. The marks would be permanent, no matter who might inherit the body. It was only when he once again stood over her, looking into her eyes that he saw the signs. The way they began to flicker between colors, the red dimming, the natural shade returning. He flipped the switch off, his voice barely a whisper. "You can either live inside of her or you can die. Perhaps in time you will find your way out but if you are gone, so is your chance. You must choose now, quickly or I turn the switch to overload. You have 10 seconds. Submit to me Shadow." Her eyes flared, just for an instant, the red glowing bright but as he held his hand up once again. She sighed, closing her eyes, seconds later opening them, her natural color returning. "Close the gate Kristen, quickly." Her body quivered, her whimpers beginning, her body having been put through its own hell. He reached down, taking the key from his pocket, slipping it into the locks. Freeing her hands and feet. He picked her up gingerly, almost tenderly as her eyes fluttered. The pain in them evident, the same filling his heart knowing what he had done to her. "I can not beg for your forgiveness but I do ask one thing of you Milady. Never, ever open the gateway for her again. No matter what happens to me, she must spend her own eternity in her own hell, please?" She nodded, her eyes once again turning cloudy, this time from her sheer exhaustion. He carried her up the stairs, the cool sheets awaiting, the silver adornments she wore shining even in the dim light. He laid her down with tenderness, knowing sleep had already claimed her. He pulled a tablet from his pocket, swallowing it coldly. Sitting down, he took his last watch and prayed for her forgiveness. THE END I would ask that you please vote and if you so desire comment on my work. I've not written often in this category and your feedback would be greatly appreciated. I do hope you enjoyed. Shadow and Light Book 01 the book is aprox. 159,358 words plz comment book two is on the way plz only constructive critcism * Royal Palace, Antar The city had been under siege for hours. Bombs were dropping one after the other and many buildings were nothing but craters. It had only been a matter of minutes between the initial attack and the defeat of the city's outer defenses. Everyone knew that someone had betrayed them, it was the only way the invaders could have progressed so far and so quickly but at the very least the palace's shield hadn't been compromised.... "This is my fault." Vilandra said as she sat by the throne "No it's not." Ava said, "Kivar found our weakness and used it on you, you couldn't have helped it. If he could have gotten to me he would have used me." "But..." Vilandra started to say but Ava reached over and kissed the other girl. "It wasn't your fault." Ava said as she parted, leaving Vilandra more visibly relaxed Rath and Zan then entered, both headed straight to the girls. "We're losing power. The shield will only last a little longer." Zan said "No." Ava said "This is it then." Rath said "Not quite. My mother has a plan." Zan said "Zan, we've thought this over. The humans are just too dangerous." Rath said "But it could give us enough of a second chance." Vilandra said "Then we should do it." Rath said and Ava nodded All four stood up and moved to each other. They all held hands as Zan's mother entered with the most senior doctor in the empire. She looked at her son and the three he had taken as lovers, all four ruled over Antar and its holdings and were the leading members of their houses. The King's mother knew the parents of Vilandra, Rath and Ava all too well; their separate families had been friends since before their race took control of Antar. They were the Rulan, a hidden species among normal Antarians. At least hidden until they could take no more of what was happening around them. The violence and disregard of the Antarians in their past forced the Rulan into breaking their secret existence and take control of everything from the people that were harming their world. The doctor approached the Royal 4 and carefully the doctor inserted a needle into the arms of all four. After taking blood from all of them he slowly placed the four vials of blood in a case. "Is that going to be enough?" Rath asked "It's more than enough, your Majesty." "What about our status, will that affect our lives on Earth?" Zan asked "Earth hunted down their version of the Rulan. The last one, we believe, was killed about 2 centuries ago. In order for you to be completely hidden I will suppress your abilities to enter the Change. You will still have the normal abilities of Antarians but it's safer if you can't Change." Zan nodded, "Is there any way that it can come back..." he said just as there was a massive tremor throughout the palace. "THE SHIELD IS FAILING!" a voice said, echoing through the halls of the palace. "Go, quickly." Zan said to the doctor He took hold of the case and ran out through a door. In minutes the ship was launched, narrowly avoiding the enemies weapons as they were fired on. Zan's mother left at the same time, travelling in a diplomatic shuttle to Larek's home where she would be safe. Zan moved to the three others and as the doors started to thump loudly from someone trying to get through them, he kissed each one. His hands caressed Ava, Rath and Vilandra before they all turned to the door. "At least our families are safe off world." Vilandra said "I just hope our new selves can do what's needed." Rath said "It's prophecy. It's as old as the Rulan, we always knew four of us would journey to Earth in new bodies." Zan said "Yeah but I never thought I would be one of them." Ava said "Let's do this." Zan said The doors burst open and as smoke from outside poured in, several Antarians entered and pointed their weapons at the Royal Four. "Well, well, well. If it's not Zan, it's been too long." Kivar said "Kivar." Zan said "Finally our people would be free of you...you...animals." Kivar spat. "You would have destroyed yourselves if we didn't take over." Zan said, "We've healed this planet." "Yes." Kivar smiled, "Now, here's your reward." The four looked Kivar dead in the eye. Then their eyes changed, they became a deep blue and green fur began to cover their skin. Their hands became like claws and their teeth sharpened and grew longer. Their whole bodies grew and their muscles became more defined. All four looked primal, a cross between animal and Antarian. "Filthy Animals." Kivar spat The four charged toward Kivar and his forces, they leaped up and ran along the walls before gravity brought them back down to the ground but they landed on their feet, never stopping in their charge. Each used their powers to attack as well as their primal strength. All Kivar needed to do was shoot. The room was filled with streaks of red energy as the shot countless shots at the royal four. Meanwhile, the ship that contained their blood travelled through the emptiness of space as it carried its precious cargo to their new home. In the days that followed the Rulan did what they could to hide. Kivar rallied many of the people to rebel against their ruler, spouting messages of hate & fear that fed the most dreaded thoughts of the people and drive more and more to his cause. For a time, many hid under Larek's protection and he was able to get at least a handful out of the system. Kivar did whatever he could to hunt every single last Rulan down. Liz's Bedroom, Parker Residence, Roswell, 2 Weeks before the Shooting In the night sky a full moon shone brightly down on the small town. Its light filled Liz's bedroom and bathed Liz as she slept on her bed. She was tossing and turning as her dreams took over her mind. For three nights a month since her sixteenth birthday, during every full moon the dreams came and they were always the same. Not that she remembered any of them. Dreamscape~~~~~ Liz was in a deep jungle; sunlight barely could be seen through the thick branches from the surrounding trees. She was completely naked but never felt exposed. All around her, she felt as though the animals were watching her. However there was only one of each type, only one reptile, one bird, one bear, a wolf, a bat, a horse, others and off to the side there was a lake with a shark jumping out of the water and then back under. Then from behind her she heard a branch snap, and a loud roar. Liz started to run, she could hear the animal from behind her starting to chase after her as the other animals left. She kept running, never looking back as she began to sweat. Her blood was pumping in her veins as fear began to build and build. As she ran through the branches and pushed some away, others began to cut into her skin and let the blood run free. All through it, Liz may have been running but she felt as though she was being pushed, being guided onward. She never saw the animal that chased her but she never stopped hearing it, or feeling that it was getting closer. Then everything suddenly darkened and Liz tripped over a large piece of stone masonry. Above her the sun had been replaced with a big and bright full moon as she lay on the ground before a ruined temple, immediately in front of her was a set of stone steps and flanking it on either side were statues of varying big cats. She started to climb the steps, Liz felt the eyes of the statues on her, following her every step as she climbed to the top. Then at the top, a flat surface with a single doorway into the building, Liz looked into the blackness that filled the door. Another roar came from behind her and Liz looked back, she started to move backwards, further on the temple top until she was almost at the door. Then the roar came from the door, Liz looked back just in time to see a giant cat pounce toward her. Liz recoiled away; bringing her hands up to shield herself but the animal passed right through her and vanished. Real World~~~~~ As Liz slept, her parents were in her room looking down on her as she writhed under the covers. "It's nearly time." Nancy said "By the next full moon I'd say. One month." Jeff replied "Should...should we tell her everything?" Nancy asked "I don't want to, but how can we not. Everyone in our world knows about this, sooner or later Liz will find out. It's best that it comes from us." "She'll never have a normal life if we tell her." "As much as I want her to have that kind of life, this is her destiny." Jeff said "It doesn't mean she has to follow it." Nancy said "I don't know how she could get out of it." Jeff looked back down at Liz and the girl stopped moving. "The dream is over, we should go." Together her parents slipped out of the bedroom and returned to their own. Liz woke up soon after, she didn't remember most of the dream but the image of the cat that leaped into her was there. More precisely, the image of its eyes was there. Slowly Liz got out of bed and went into her bathroom where she splashed water on her face. She looked up and into the mirror above the sink, for a split second her eyes were that of the cat. Liz had to do a double take on it and as she looked back for the second time her eyes were normal. "Ugnnnn...I need more sleep." Liz mumbled as she returned to her bed and collapsed on it, falling back into an even deeper slumber before she even got under the covers. One thing about the dreams, the body resting was not something that happens. All activities in it were as though it was really happening, with the exception of any physical harm. Outside Evans Residence, 16:00 the Next Day School had finished and Max was walking home with Isabel Davidson walking next to him. After they hatched from their pods and emerged from the cave, they were found on the road and taken into care. They were practically inseparable but despite that they were adopted separately. Max went to the Evans and Isabel went to another couple. Not only did it turn out that they were adopted by two couples who were next door neighbors, but their bedroom windows looked out onto each other and were only a couple of meters apart. The two sets of parents watched as their new children got closer and closer. Every night the pair would open their windows and just look at each other before they feel asleep. Then talked constantly with each other and as they grew older they would carry on conversations late into the night. Sometimes they even put a couple of planks of wood out from their windowsills to bridge the gap between their rooms and visit each other. Eventually Michael appeared and all immediately recognized each other and their friendship began. Then one week ago Isabel's life was devastated. Her parents were killed in a car accident, a drunk driver clipped their car and they were sent head first into tree. She was walking back from school when it happened, they arrived at their houses to find Sheriff Valenti's SUV parked outside. He walked out of the Evans house when they saw them coming down the street and approached the two with Max's parents standing on their front porch. He asked her inside and then told her, she felt dick, dizzy and confused all at the same time, Max helped her remain standing long enough to get her into a chair. That night she stayed at their house, not that she slept but Max gave her his bed and he took the sofa, she couldn't even think of going home. The only thing that Isabel had was Max and he helped a lot. All through it he never left her side and held her close during the funeral. With the help of Max's father, Isabel wasn't returned to the care of the state. She became fully emancipated, her parents had left her everything in their will from the fully paid for house and car to every last little knick-knack in the house that they had collected over the years. They were careful people and made sure that Isabel would be well taken care of if something happened to them, not that they expected anything to happen. However, Isabel knew that her resources would only stretch so far and that she would need a job before long. In the mean time she had something even more depressing to do. "I'll see you in a minute." Max said to Isabel as she walked into her house and he headed to his. Isabel smiled back at him as they paused to look at each other before entering their respective houses. Max went inside and immediately went to the kitchen where his mother was checking on the laundry. "Hi mom." Max said "Hey honey." Diane answered, "How's Isabel?" "Not good, but she'll be okay." Max said "It's good that she has you in her life. You have told her that if she ever needs anything she just has to ask us right?" "Yeah, I told her and she said thank you." "And that she's more than welcome to come over for dinner as usual." "Yes mom." "Well, it's good that you're home I could use your help with..." "Eh..." "Max? What's up?" Diane asked "I promised Isabel I would go over. She's...uh...she's packing up some of her parents stuff. Clothes and things. I told her I would help." Max said "Oh of course. Isn't it a little soon?" "She's not getting rid of them or anything. She's just...you know, packing it. I think she thinks it'll help and right now I just want to be there for her. What is it you needed help with?" "It's not important. The air conditioning is acting up and needs your special touch." Max smiled, "I'll take care of it." He then left the room. A minute later the air conditioning in the house came on and then there was the sound of the front door opening and closing. Diane just leaned against a kitchen counter to look at the nearest air vent and smiled, "How the hell does he do that?" she asked herself Davidson Residence... Max let himself in; he, Isabel and their parents had a long-standing open door policy with regard to the coming and going of the two children. As Max entered, he immediately went upstairs to Isabel's parent's bedroom. He found her sitting on the large bed with her father's bathrobe in her hands, she could still smell his aftershave and she was crying. Max sat next to her and held Isabel's hand. "It's okay Iz. It'll be okay." He said as he held her "I...I thought I could do this." Isabel said "I know." Max said, "Come on." Max helped Isabel up onto her feet and she placed the bathrobe onto the bed. He walked Isabel back to her own bedroom and helped her to her bed. "Rest here, I'll get you some hot chocolate." Kitchen... Max came down to the kitchen and pulled out what he needed, including a bottle of Tabasco sauce. Just as he was about to boil a pot of milk, Max felt hands on his shoulder and he turned around to see Isabel before him. Isabel reached up and kissed Max. For a second he was reciprocating but quickly backed off. "Isabel, we shouldn't...not just now." He said softly "I want you Max. I need to make love to you." Isabel said "Isabel...please." "Don't you want me?" Isabel asked "You know I do but..." Isabel reached up and ran her hand over the back of his ear and across the side of his neck, her hand glowing as it went. Max and Isabel had been together enough times and experimented with their powers in that area to know what to do for each other. As much as Max wanted to resist, he couldn't. Isabel kissed him again and this time both fell into it, their arms wrapped around each other as they moved into the living room. Max pulled off Isabel's top as she raised her arms up to help him and as soon as it was tossed off to the side, she pulled off his t- shirt. The two pressed together again, Isabel's hands glided over Max's hard muscles as she looked with heat into his eyes. Max gently touched her breast above her black lace bra, he felt the soft skin before he cupped the large mound and they kissed again. As they parted, Isabel smiled before pushing Max back so that he fell on to the sofa. He gazed up at her as Isabel reached behind her and unhooked her bra. Soon it joined their tops as Isabel undid her jeans and slowly, teasingly slowly, pulled them down and off her legs. She was left in a pair of panties that matched her bra. Isabel knelt before Max, her hands run up and down his thighs. Their breathing was becoming heavier, Max knew what Isabel wanted to do and didn't stop her as she reached for the front of his pants and undid them. He brought his ass up slightly as Isabel pulled his trousers down, taking his boxers with them. Max's hard cock twitched at the sudden exposure to the air but all Isabel could do was lick her lips. Isabel reached out and pressed her palm against the dick she knew all too well at the same time as Max took the side of her head in his palm. Her fingers wrapped around his length and she stroked up and down, her hand was glowing and the sensual energy travelled to Max. Max closed his eyes, while one hand gently held Isabel's face; the other gripped the fabric of the soft tightly. "Oh god...Isssabel." Max hissed as she continued her light strokes Then Isabel leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock eliciting a sigh from Max. She licked the length of his dick before taking it into her mouth. As her head bobbed up and down slowly, Isabel began to suck and her tongue twisted and swiveled over Max's length. Max groaned over and over again as his lover took his entire length into his mouth, her head continued to move up and down, gently sucking on it and sending wave after wave of pleasure into Max. "I...Izzzzzz...oh fuuuuuuuuu..." Max groaned Isabel moaned contentedly, the vibrations adding to the sensations already tingling over Max's erection. He almost didn't want her to stop but he knew why Isabel started, at least started this session. He knew that Isabel wanted to feel better and that with the death of her parents a part of her went with them. It was that that caused Max to pull Isabel's head from his lap. Isabel looked at him questioningly, but he just smiled seductively and took her hands in hers. With gentle indication from Max, Isabel moved back slightly and together she and Max stood up. His hand moved down to her hips and Max rotated her around so that she was against the sofa. Without saying anything, Max kissed her softly before sitting her down onto the sofa seat. This time he ran his hands over her hers thighs, his fingers teasing her naked flesh as he crept up to her panties. He hooked his fingers over the waistband and started to pull them off of her, she rose up and then rested back down to help Max and in seconds both were naked. Max parted her legs and moved in, only breaking eye contact at the last possible second as he kissed his way up her inner thighs. Isabel brought her legs up and placed them on Max's shoulders. Soon he reached her sex and licked the length of her lower lips with his tongue. Isabel's back arched as she gripped the sofa, her nipples became harder as Max continued to work her pussy with his tongue. He ran it over and over her lips in one continuing circle. On every pass he pressed his tongue against her clit. "Aghhhhhh...Oh...ughhhhhhhh..." Isabel moaned to the delight of Max's ears His hands continued to hold her thighs but then one snaked up her body and cupped a large heaving breast. Max played with the nipple; Isabel pressed her chest harder into Max's grip. Max's tongue darted in and out of her pussy, going as deep as possible and all the while he was sending his energy into her as she did with him. It increased the fire within her each time he hit the right spots with his power. So long as that was used, neither could resist the other. Max kept going and going, sending his tongue deep into her and then sucked on her clit. Her body writhed and twisted under his touch until she grabbed hold of his arms and pulled his body up and away from her cunt. There were beads of sweat on both their foreheads and as soon as their faces were aligned, they kissed each other. Both could feel how close their genitals were to each other. Shadow and Light Book 01 Max gently eased Isabel onto her back so that they were both on the sofa lengthways. He didn't move from being between her legs and the stared into each other's eyes as Isabel reached down between them. She took hold of his hard cock and, working together, they placed it at her wet core. Isabel let go and Max sank into her, both opened their mouths and sighed the further he pushed in. Max pulled back slightly and then pushed back in, Isabel wrapped her arms around him before he pulled back again. Max thrust him, using his whole body as he slid over Isabel's, feeling her nipples scrape his hard chest. Isabel's legs were up off the sofa, her inner thighs pressing against him as he moved between them. "Ma...Max...oh god...so...good...I need you...this...Ughnnnnnnnnn." Isabel moaned "Ugnnnn...you feel great...uhhhhh...baby...oh yeah...ughnnnnnnnnnn...IS...able." Max sighed His dick sawed in and out of Isabel, their bodies moving together perfectly in time with each other. As their hands moved, trails of light followed as they pleasured each other with their bodies and energy. Each spark of energy sent a torrent of pleasure in to the recipient and caused a loud moan of bliss from deep inside them. "UGHNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!" "GRHNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!" "OH YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" "GOOODDDDDDDDDDD!" In and out, his hips circled around and around pushing deeper and deeper into Isabel. They kissed between cries; Max ran his hand up from Isabel's breast, across her shoulder and down her arm. Their hands clasped tightly as he continued to thrust, Isabel pushed her hips down and clenched her inner muscles tightly each time he buried himself completely inside. "UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Every thrust brought a new cry of bliss; they loved how they made each other feel when they were together. "Oh god...ughhhhhh...MAX....ughnnnnnnnn...say it Max." Isabel growled out "Uhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn..." "Please Max...say it. Aghnnnn...I want you...uhmmmmmm...too." Isabel sighed. Max couldn't help it, he would do anything she asked him to and both enjoyed it. "Ughnnnn...oh god...Liz...ugnnnnnn...LIZZZZ...so good. Sooooooo... goooooood." "Ughnnnnn...Max...yes..." Isabel cried. She never felt any jealousy over his fantasies of Liz: it was as much of a turn on to her as it was to him. Besides, keeping their secret was the most important thing in their lives, if a little fantasy help alleviate built up frustrations then who was she to deny it for her lover. She knew he felt the same. "Ugnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn...yessssssssssssssss...Lizzzzzzzzzzzzzz!" Max cried as his thrusts became harder. He knew he wouldn't last much longer and from the feel it Isabel was close as well. "Ughnnnnn...right there...ughnhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...yessssss...Al...Ale...Alex..." "That's it babe...uhgnnnnnnn..." "UGHHHHHHHH...ALEXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX!" "LIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!" The two lovers came together. Their bodies stiffened as Max buried himself in her on his last thrust and let his seed pour into Isabel's body as every one of her muscles trembled with bliss. Her lower lip shook until Max kissed her tenderly. The kiss was almost unending as they held each other. Later... Max and Isabel lay under the fake tiger-skin rug, Max pulled it off the floor and used it as a blanket was they rested from their tryst on the sofa. Their naked bodies pressed together as they looked at each other. "Thank you." Isabel said "You do seem a little better." Max said Isabel smiled "There, that's what I haven't seen in a while." Max said as he leaned over and kissed her "You do always make me feel better." Isabel said, "Just like you'll do with Liz. You really have it bad for her." "Me? What about you? Are we talking Alex as in Alex Whitman?" Max asked "Well..." "Uh huh?" Max asked "Well, lately I've been feeling a little...attracted to him." Isabel said, "I mean he's kind, gentle, caring...and I think he'd be okay with us being aliens." "Same with Liz. But we both know that they'll never know." Max said "Yeah. We made a pact." Isabel said "And one that we can't break." Max said, his hand running up from Isabel's hip to her arm "She is pretty cute though, and you have a bod that's just built for sex." Isabel said, remembering how Liz looked when she saw her in the locker room at school. More than once her imagination caused her to see what Liz and Max would look like together. Max blushed slightly but smiled, "I'm not the only one." He said and then kissed her Their hands continued to caress each other, gentle touches here and there as they pressed together, "Your mom knows we're sleeping together." She said dismissively Max could have swallowed his tongue as his body stiffened, "Uh...uh...uh... what?" "She knows...well at the very least she suspects it." Isabel said "How?" "Just a look she gave me and things she's said." Isabel said "No, not how you know...how could she know?" Max asked "Max, we've been having sex for nearly a year now." "Yeah, two months tomorrow. Since just after our last birthday." Max said Isabel smiled that he remembered, "That was one hell of a birthday present. Anyway she may be your mother, Max, but she is a woman. It doesn't take much to spot the signs that we've become closer." "I...I don't think I want to go home now." Isabel smiled and chuckled slightly, "Well you have to, because I can't afford having you stay here all the time." "But how can I look her in the eye..." "Max, we're best friends...well, with Michael too but that's neither here nor there. Besides, I could be wrong." "Oh when was the last time that happened?" Max asked Both started laughing, it was a foolish thought that she was wrong. It lasted for a while before Isabel's face lost the smile. "You okay?" Max asked "Yeah, just been a while since I did that." Isabel said, "I'm going to miss them so much." Max held her close, "I know." "I guess we should get cleaned up and dressed." "Yeah. We could get back on with the packing if you want?" Max asked "No, I think I'll start again tomorrow." Isabel said "Okay, well you know where to find me." Max said Together they got out from under the rug and straightened it on the floor before they headed upstairs. They showered separately and came out fully dressed. Max invited Isabel to dinner at his place, he knew she probably didn't feel like cooking and Take Out had been her preferred food for the last couple of days. Both knew that Diane wouldn't object so Isabel accepted. When they arrived at Max's house, he could barely look his mother in the eye but when he did he knew that she knew. It made him want to run and hide for cover but Isabel being near helped. Diane asked how much they got done but they answered that it wasn't much and that they'd finish tomorrow. All Diane could do was look back and forth between the two, she had suspected that they were sleeping together but she couldn't understand it. They loved each other deeply as best friends but she knew that there wasn't any deeper emotional connection that brought them together as lovers. Later, when Philip arrived home, all four sat down to dinner. Isabel couldn't help it when her thoughts drifted to all the family dinners she had and now wouldn't get any more of. Max sensed it in her and could see it in her eyes; he reached over and held her hand reassuringly. Both parents saw it and say the look in Isabel's eyes, and how it faded with Max's help. Stonehenge, England... Just as the moon was coming over the horizon, a group of men and women had gathered at the stone circle in the Salisbury Plain. By the road to the monolith their motorcycles lined the grass embankment and on each one was a picture of a full moon with a bolt of lightning through it. On the opposite side was a picture of an animal, most were a mixture of wolves and felines but there were also a few others. In the circle, the bikers had all gathered, all were sitting on their knees and looking down at the ground while their leader stood in at the exact center. Two others brought a bag up from the bikes and put it by their leader's side. He opened the bag and pulled out a metal object. It was square at the base with an orb on top and coming out of that was a cluster of metal cylinders. Then out came a knife, he cut his hand straight across the palm and let the blood run freely before he pressed his hand to the orb part. Light appeared from the cylinders and when he pulled his hand away, the bloody handprint vanished into the device as though it was feeding on the blood. A charge of static electricity built up and shot out to the ring of stones. Ripples of light flowed inward over the gathered people and then mist poured out of where it joined. "WHY HAVE YOU SUMMONED ME?" a voice boomed from the light "My lord, the girl comes of age." Said the leader in a thick Irish accent "I KNOW. THE DREAMS HAVE ENTERED HER MIND. ARE YOU PREPARED?" "Yes my lord." "YOUR BLOOD HAS BEEN PERFECTED, EITHER YOU OR YOUR SON MUST TAKE THE GIRL AS YOUR MATE. YOU'RE PLACE AS LEADER OF THE TRIBES MUST BE ASSURED. REMEMBER TO MOVE QUICKLY, THE STARS ARE MOVING, THEY ARE ENTERING HER LIFE." "It will be done, she will lead us to our goal and to the Sanctuary. From there your plan will come to be." "YES." The voice said, practically growling, before the light vanished When the device died down, the other bikers stood up and gathered round. Two then stepped forward, a tall Nordic blonde and 16-year- old boy. The leader's wife and son. He had his mother's hair and good looks but his father's brute force strength and strong will. "Where to now, Patrick?" she asked "You will take our son to Moon Peak. Get settled there my son, prepare for the girl's arrival. I will take the pack to Roswell." "You'll be recognized, taking the pack will give him warning." His son said "Of course it will, Orin. But by tradition he can't turn me away if I ask for a meeting." Patrick said, "She will be one of us." The pack went back to their bikes and drove noisily off into the night. They had a boat waiting for them to take them to the States. Crash down, Roswell, 2 Weeks Later With a resounding bang, the single shot rang out as it penetrated deep into Liz's body. She fell backwards as the two men who were fighting ran out of the café. Maria looked over to Liz and saw her on the floor, Max followed her line of sight to Liz and he ran to her after telling Maria to phone an ambulance. Michael tried to stop him at first but the look in his friend's eyes told him to back off. When Max got to Liz, he pulled open her uniform and rested his hand over the wound. "You need to look at me Liz." Max said Liz barely opened her eyes to look at him as he placed his hand behind her head. The connection formed. Max's healing energy flowed over the wound regenerating the damage to her body. Through the connection Max started seeing images from Liz's life but then it all stopped. As the healing almost finished, Max saw nothing in the connection but black space. Then there was a loud roar in their minds and the connection was forcefully broken. He was sent backward against the counter just as Liz sat up, pulling her uniform closed. Their eyes locked onto each other and both were the same, yellow with oval shaped pupils heading from top to bottom. In seconds their eyes went back to normal but both the roar of the cat still echoed in their minds. It lingered for a few more seconds before Max got up and ran out of the café. "Don't tell anyone...please." Max said, not knowing himself what had just happened at the end of the connection. It had never happened before. 2 Days Later... Everything was back to normal, at least in the Crash down. Liz's mind was going in a thousand places. She had confronted Max and he told her that he was an alien, and as she learned later, it was much to the dismay of Michael and Isabel. Liz tried to keep it a secret but eventually Maria was told. With a short lived run of panic into the night, Maria calmed down. As Liz adjusted to everything, Maria took several timeouts with the help of a vial of Cedar Oil. However, both girls were back at work behind the counter and serving people. They tried their best not to think about it but it was the biggest secret on the planet and they were now a part of it. Soon, a man wearing shades walked into the café with a large husky walking next to him. "Hi can I help you?" Liz asked before noticing the dog, "Oh sorry sir, we can't allow any pets in here." "Oh Kayla isn't a pet, she's my guide dog. I'm blind." "Oh...OH sorry. I didn't realize. Well then...eh..." "How about a stood at the counter Liz." He said "Sure...hey wait, how'd you know my name?" Liz asked "Well I haven't been near you since you were a baby but you're still the same." He said with a smile and sniffed the air. He heard about what had happened and all the rumors surrounding it, until this moment and the scent on the air, he didn't know if she had been really shot. "I don't know you." Liz said "But I do." Jeff said as he walked in with a smile on his face. "Liz, this is Stephen Gardener. You still seeing for this looser Kayla?" he asked the husky which barked "So you guys know each other?" Liz asked "Oh yeah. You could say we were at school together." Jeff said, both men smiling, "I haven't seen you since Liz was born." "Well that was a special day." Stephen said but the look on Jeff's face told him to keep quiet about anything more. "Well, at any rate I've been around. We need to talk." "Sure come on up. Nancy will love to see you." Jeff said Liz watched as Jeff went to the back door with Kayla following, leading Stephen. Stephen moved around every obstacle as though he could see. His movement was smooth and unhindered and as Liz looked at her father who smiled at her. He could see in her eyes that she was trying to work out how he got there without so much as a bumped chair. Little did she know that when Jeff asked Kayla if she was `still seeing' for him that he was being very literal. Living Room, Parker Residence, Immediately Following Jeff, Stephen and Kayla walked into the living room. Nancy was in her room when she suddenly picked up on something new in the air and then heard a bark. She came out and saw the two guests. "Oh my god." Nancy said as she went to hug him, "When did you get into town?" "Just now. I couldn't resist seeing Liz again so I stopped by downstairs. She's certainly grown a lot." "Sixteen years is a very long time." Nancy said "So, what brings you to Roswell?" Jeff asked "Liz is coming of age." "We know. She's had the dreams." Nancy said "You haven't told her any of it yet?" Stephen asked "No. We're waiting until the next full moon before we tell her what she is, what she really is." Nancy said "What about who she is?" Both parents looked at each other. "She deserves to know. All of it." Stephen said, "What happens when she goes to Moon Peak and she's the only one who doesn't know?" "We want her to have as much of a safe and normal life as possible." Jeff said "I understand that but that changed the second it was a girl you had. Everybody in our world knows of her and most are raised with the legend, even before they hear it at the school. Sooner or later someone will tell her." Stephen said "I take it you know what happened?" Nancy said "I smelled the blood when I walked in. The signs are all around us, all the tribes know that the time is approaching, two days ago the First Born Daughter died and was brought back. Even the skeptics among us are rethinking their position now. Liz is the one." Jeff and Nancy both sighed, "Okay, we'll tell her about the prophecy. I take it Moon Peak is aware that the time is approaching?" "Yes and so are your tribal leaders. There is one person in particular who isn't too fond of the idea of sharing power." "I can imagine. What about your tribe?" Nancy asked "They've been waiting for this for a long time. I've already made some arrangements to make sure your daughter's back is being watched." "Oh?" "Scott's at Moon Peak with his pack. What about..." "Well there may be something to that part of the prophecy but we're not going to discuss it until we've spoken to Liz about it." Jeff said "You mean you've encountered people who could be..." "Let's just say they don't smell...right." Nancy said "A Pride born of Earth and of distant stars, formed by the blood of the First Born Daughter. Shaped by her own hand." Stephen said, "That's been the biggest mystery of the prophecy since...well, forever. I suppose we'll all find out in time." "Question is, how much time we have left." Nancy said Stephen nodded; no one had an answer for that. Then stood up, "Well I better get going. I don't suppose you know of a nice out of the way place where a guy can run around?" "Fraser Wood, a few miles east. Shouldn't take long for Kayla to find it." Nancy said "Good, it'll be nice to stretch my legs." "Just don't draw any attention." Jeff said Stephen smiled, "Who me?" All three said goodbye and Stephen left. After a nice half hour walk he found the woods. Once deep inside, Stephen made sure he was alone before he `changed'. He and Kayla then ran freely. Liz's Bedroom, 2 Weeks Later ¬ Night of a Full Moon Once again Liz was in bed, only this time she was writhing and twisting a lot more than usual. The dream was far more vivid and intense than ever before, however this time Liz wasn't afraid of what was around her. She had the distinct feeling that whatever it was that she was running from wasn't chasing her anymore. It was guiding her on. As the moonlight filled her bedroom her body reacted. Her blood pumped in her veins as she reached the temple in her mind. Once again the cat waited for her but it didn't leap to her, it calmly walked to Liz and she knelt before it. As Liz reached out to pet it, it vanished when she touched the fur. That was when Liz woke up and sat straight up in bed. Liz got up and headed to the bathroom, she never turned on a light. She didn't need to, everything in the room could be seen as clear as if it was day to her eyes. Once in the bathroom, Liz turned on the tap and used the water to splash her face. It was then that Liz felt something different. Liz looked into her mirror. She jumped back and screamed at the reflections, not understanding what she was seeing. Liz ran her hand over her face and slowly began to accept what she was seeing was really her face. She stood there in her pajamas, her body was covered in soft golden fur; her face, mouth, eyes, ears and nose were all catlike. Her canine teeth had become longer and sharper and her ears more pointed. Liz then looked over more of herself, her body's muscles had become much more defined, she felt stronger than she ever had, and even her breasts looked bigger. In addition, her hair was still long and dark, just not as dark as it was and had golden streaks running all the way through it. However, none of that compared to what was her most distinctive feature. She noticed the long slender tail waving behind her, coming out of the waistband of her thin pajama bottoms. "Oh my god. Max, what did you do to me?" Liz asked herself. Given recent days, her encounter with Max was the only logical explanation of what she was seeing. Then there was a knock at her bathroom door, "Liz, honey, are you okay?" Nancy asked Liz didn't answer, she could barely register everything...anything. All she could do was look at herself in the mirror. "Liz?" Jeff asked "I...eh...I'm fine dad." Liz said dismissively "We heard a scream?" Jeff said "Uh, yeah. I couldn't sleep, came in here and got surprised by a spider." Shadow and Light Book 01 "Open the door Liz." Nancy said "Mom, I'm okay." Liz said "Liz please. I think we need to talk." Jeff said "Mom, dad, please. I...I'm alright." Liz said, cringing severely as she looked at her reflection again. Just then the door burst open, Liz jumped back at first. She tried to hide her face from her parents, not wanting them to see her like this but her eye caught a glimpse of them. She slowly lowered her hand to look at them. "Oh my god." Liz said again There before her were her mother and father with the exact same physical features as herself. All three looked distinctly feline from the fur to the tails. "Hi Honey." Nancy said with a smile "Surprise." Jeff said Liz's Bathroom, Immediately Following Jeff and Nancy stood before Liz in their bathrobes, with tails waving behind them. Fur coated their bodies but all Liz could do was stand there. Then Nancy took a step forward and Liz back away quickly. Initially she thought Max healing her had resulted in her current appearance but that was obviously not the case. Nancy looked back at Jeff who also stepped further into the bathroom, "Honey, I know this is strange." He said "Yeah. Strange is the word I'd use." Liz said, on the verge of freaking out. Nancy smiled and stretched out her hand. The closer it got to Liz, Nancy's fur retracted back into her skin as well as her claws. In seconds she was back to her usual self. "It's okay Honey." Nancy said softly Liz reached out and took her mother's hand in her own and Nancy pulled Liz into a hug. Both wrapped their arms around each other as mother held daughter reassuringly, Nancy couldn't help but remember when she had gone through this. Jeff moved closer and held his daughter as well. Liz felt his fur against her own. "I guess we need to talk." Jeff said, "Come on." Jeff took Liz's clawed hand and walked her out of the bathroom. Living Room, Parker Residence As they reached the living room, Liz sat down on the armchair while her parents took the sofa across from her. As Nancy moved to sit down, Liz watched as her body changed once again so that she looked like her husband and daughter. "Okay, I am so in the Twilight Zone." Liz said "Hardly Liz. First off...I'm sorry. If our family was with our people you would have been raised to expect this." Jeff said "Dad...how about just explaining...this." Liz said as she extended her arms and looking at them. "Well, I guess we should say that your not human, well not completely human not that that make a difference right now. You're a lycanthrope." "Lycanthrope? As in werewolf?" Liz asked, her eyes going wide. "Werewolves, well they prefer Wolfen, are one of the tribes. Our tribe is Rakas." Nancy said "Rakas?" Liz asked, shaking her head. She had no idea what it meant. "Yeah, it's a combination of two words in our language. Human, feline - Huline but we prefer Rakas. Effectively we are cat people, this form is the general form that we have. Gold fur, tail, eyes, the works. All our people like this when in this form." Jeff said Liz jumped up and walked around, "This is nuts. You are telling me that I'm some kind of cat...This is Roswell not Sunnydale, I'm supposed to be dealing with aliens and government conspiracies not Werewolves, vampires and demons." "We're not demons." Nancy said quickly, "{and speaking of aliens} she thought "And don't you ever mention that other word in this house again young lady." Jeff said, holding back a lot of his anger "What word?" Liz asked "Vam...you know." Jeff said "Vampire?" Liz asked "Liz!" Nancy warned "Are you telling me va...that they're real?" Liz asked "Yes. They are...were one of the tribes, specifically bats. For the most part they were pretty decent people and lived in peace with the rest of us. Then one day they got sick. A plague affected them 9 centuries ago, doctors from most of the tribes tried to help them but one vampire found a cure, a temporary one at that." Jeff said more calmly "Oh let me guess, they started drinking blood." Liz said "Pretty much. They started feeding on any life form they could find so the Rakas, Wolfen and a few other tribes went to war. It was bloody, brutal and something we don't talk about anymore. It ended with the death of the last vampire at the end of the 19th century." "Okay, so vamps not around anymore. Okay, so what about the other tribes? You said there were more right?" Liz asked "A long time ago there were a lot more but today there are only 6 of us left. The Rakas and wolfen of course, there is a reservation about 100 miles northeast. The Native Americans there are kind of unique. Their tribe is composed of birds and bears, they can only become one or the other but both animal forms are present in their tribe. A long time ago they were separate but eventually they joined together. There is the Chinese tribe, reptilians. You'll find that they're quite...relaxing." "Relaxing?" Liz asked "They come from deep in china, near Tibet. It's not like they're Zen or anything but pretty close. Let's see, who else. The Centaurs and Satyrs are extinct as well. There is also the Oceanics, they can become...well...sea life. They primarily live on coastal regions, they need water to live." "Is that it?" Liz asked, not believing her ears "Just one more. While they are technically reptilian...in South America, well the name they call themselves is unpronounceable to us, but they are snakes. We have absolutely no contact with them and with good reason." Nancy said, "We're all lycanthropes, a hidden species of humanity that the apes will hopefully never know about beyond myth and superstition." "I take it they found out about us before?" Liz asked "Werewolf legends remember. The Wolfen were nearly hunted to extinction. Eventually the Wolfen met up with the Rakas and we immigrated to the Americas a full century before Columbus found it." Jeff said, "Our ancestors hoped it would be a long time before got out here but...well." "God this is intense. Maria and Alex are going to freak if they find out about this." Liz said "Well...actually..." Nancy said Living Room, Deluca Residence, Same Time Maria was pacing back and forth with a vial of cedar oil near her nose. "Honey, you need to relax." Amy said, "Sit down." "Yeah, sitting down is good." Maria said as she slumped down onto the chair. "OWWWWW!" Maria jumped up and held her tail. When she sat down, her tail was under her. "Yes, I should have warned you. Getting used to the tail can be a little...painful." Amy said "Yeah." Maria said as she sat down more carefully Living Room, Whitman Residence, Same Time Alex's parents were both sitting on the sofa as Alex stood and looked at his face in the mirror. "I thought I saw a pussy cat." He said as he looked away from the mirror and imitated the cartoon canary bird's voice. Then he looked back at the reflection, "I did, I did...oh hell forget it. I'm a cat." "Pretty much." Charles told his son Living Room, Parker Residence, Following "Both?" Liz asked "Yes." Nancy said, "And they are apart of us...our extended family, our Pride." "Like the big cats in Africa?" Liz asked "Yes." Jeff said "You know it's pretty bright in here, could we dim the lights a little?" Liz asked, rubbing her eyes "Honey, the lights aren't on." Nancy said "What?" Liz asked as she looked up "One of the advantages of being Rakas. All your senses are heightened, you can see at night as well as in the day and with practice you will be able to see heat and cold like someone looking through a thermal camera. Your hearing, sense of touch, taste and smell...all much greater than an ordinary human. Then there's your strength and agility, stamina...right night your comparable to a world class gymnast with the ability to run a marathon without the feeling like you're about to bring up a lung." Jeff said Through it all, Liz had slowly adjusted to the fact that she wasn't exactly who she always thought she was. She could only imagine how her friends were handling it. She always knew that the world was more complicated than she thought but for a hidden species of humanity to exist, it blew her mind. However, there was still something she wanted to know, something her scientist mind wouldn't forgive her if she didn't ask. "So...where do we come from? I mean...how?" Liz asked "Well, there are two stories that cover this. There is the science and the myth." Nancy said "Well, you know me." Liz said Both parents smiled, "Yes. Okay, well the theory is that we evolved like every other species on the planet. We all came from the same place, the ocean. We all have the same genetics, it's just all put together differently. We've certainly come across a small number of fossils that indicate that some species other than primates evolved similar to Neanderthals and the other higher primate species. We think that some of those races mated with the pre-human species." "But they didn't die off like the others and they evolved into us." Liz said "Exactly." Nancy said "But it's only a theory." Jeff said, "A lot of us tend to believe in the myth but that's more along the lines of faith." "I don't understand. What is the myth?" Liz asked "Well, the short version is that as the gods looked out over humanity, they felt great pity. While there was a great goodness in them, there was also a great evil. Through that the balance between life and the world would be ended and with it they would die. It was in that moment, they pulled a great blue star from the heavens and sent it to Earth. The light of the star chose the best of humanity and carried them to the Sanctuary where they were merged with animals to become lycanthropes." Jeff said "So there are people out there that think a light from the sky made us?" Liz asked skeptically "Pretty much." Jeff said Deluca Residence... "Okay, well, speaking as someone who's out there...that's just nuts." Maria said, {but given what I found out recently...} she thought to herself "Well, it is a myth but then up until an hour ago, you thought werewolves were a myth." Amy said "Yeah. I guess so. Okay, so I take it the full moon affects us like it does with the werewolf movies?" Maria asked Whitman Residence... "Well...yes. You see the ability to change comes from a gene cluster in our genome. That cluster releases an enzyme that can change us. The light from a full moon stimulates the genes and it affects our bodies." Charles said "In time you'll learn enough control to stop your change during a full moon but until then you'll change whenever it's up." Alex's mother said, "You'll spend your first night as you are now and by the morning you'll be human again." "And that brings us to the next thing. Alex, we have three forms. The first is human." Charles said "Okay." Alex replied Deluca Residence... "And the second is what you're in now. Animan." Amy said "Animan? Is that even a word?" Maria asked Parker Residence... "Yes, its one of ours. Animal/Human ¬ animan." Jeff said "Okay. So what's number three?" Liz asked "That would be full beast form. In our case, we become cats." Jeff said "And for that you'll need this." Nancy said as she stood up and pulled out a cardboard box. She gave it to Liz who looked curiously at it. Liz opened the box, pulled back the crisp paper covering it and pulled out a silk robe. It was white in color; the sleeves stopped just above the elbow and only went down to her ankles. However, both sleeves were cut from the end right up to the underarm. There was also a single sash that tied it but by the look of it, it wouldn't take much for it to become undone. On the back there was a hood that would cover her head. "We'll be back in a second." Nancy said as she and her husband stood up. They left and entered their bedroom only to emerge a few minutes later wearing robes similar to the one they just gave Liz. "The one thing about the change is that that clothes don't change with us. That can be very painful. These robes are tradition for our people. Now, we're going to help you change into your animal form so it would be best if you go put that on." Jeff said Liz just looked at it and then back up at her parents before she picked up the silk. Liz went into her bedroom and stripped naked. Liz put on the robe and tied the sash before heading back out. "Okay, are you ready?" Nancy asked "I guess so." Liz said, "What do I do?" "Well first, we're going to Change so that you can see it for yourself." Jeff said Together, Jeff and Nancy closed their eyes and Liz watched the change happen. At first there was a change in the color of their fur. It went from the gold color to white and as their bodies changed further, black strips formed. Then knelt closer to the ground as their bodies continued to become cat like and as that happened the sash to their robes became undone and the cloth fell off their bodies. Before long, two white tigers stood before Liz. "Oh...wow." It was all Liz could say as she knelt down. She reached out and touched both her parent's heads. Both parents bumped their heads against Liz, a sign of affection before they picked up their robes in their mouths. Both then moved behind the sofa and Liz could hear as their bones twisted again. In seconds they both stood back up, each tying the sash of their robes again. "Well, what do you think?" Jeff asked "I honestly don't have any words. I mean...I never thought something like that...it was beautiful." Liz said Nancy smiled, "Well then. Let's find out what kind of cat you are." "Uh, will I not be a white tiger like you guys?" Liz asked "No. The cat you change into it more spiritual than genetic. Being our daughter means you are Rakas but that doesn't mean that you'll even be a tiger let alone a white tiger. As difficult as it might be for that scientist in you to accept but there are matters of faith and the spirit you have to deal with. And one of them is about to become apart of you." Jeff said "Okay. What do I do?" Liz asked "Imagine you're in a jungle, the sounds are all around you. Let the sound take you over, let the moonlight flow over you, and feel your blood pumping in your veins." Nancy said Liz did as she was told and her bones started to twist, her skull started to reshape itself. Her hands became paws and soon she was on all fours, her robe slipping off her and her arms passing through the cuts on the sleeves. However, her fur color didn't change. It remained the soft golden color and her parents watched in awe as their daughter took her animal form. "That's impossible." Jeff said "There hasn't been one in over 700 years." Nancy said Both knelt before their daughter who was now a lion. Liz was sitting on the floor, looking back and forth between her parents. "Okay. Liz, changing back is simple. Simply focus on being in your animan state." Nancy said Liz focused and she started to change. Her mother picked up Liz's robe and put it over Liz's body as it progressed back. As soon as Liz's arms were back enough, she closed the robe over the front of her body and by the time she was animan, she was tying the sash. "How are you feeling?" Jeff asked "That was intense." Liz said, her breathing hard "We need to tell her the rest." Nancy said to her husband After seeing his daughter as a lion, he knew he couldn't hold off, "Yeah." He said "So I became a lion. What's the big deal?" Liz asked, "There must be hundreds like me." "No. Liz, you're the first in centuries. You have no idea how important this is now." Jeff said "So what is it you need to tell me?" Liz asked "Go get dressed, Honey." Nancy said Liz just nodded and returned to her bedroom, her parents also returned to their bedroom to change their clothes. A few minutes later all three came out and her parents led Liz downstairs. Living Room, Deluca Residence, Same Time Maria was in the process of her own Change. Her robe lay next to her as her body and fur changed. Soon she had become a cheetah and her mother was a leopard. The process of helping each generation into their other forms was one of parent's most treasured duties among the lycanthropes and Amy had been looking forward to this since Maria's birth, just like her own mother. After a while, Amy helped Maria come back, "Wow." Maria said. It was like pieces of a jigsaw had just all fit into place and she wasn't as scared of it as she was when she first saw how she looked. "Mom, that was totally wild." Amy smiled, "That's what I said when I changed. Given what we are, it caused my parents to laugh." "I'll bet." Maria said, her breathing was still heavier than normal. Then she surprised her mother by hugging her. "Okay, so what else do I need to know?" "Well, there is this one, teeny tiny little thing." "Okay, hit me." Maria said excitedly "Well let's just say your sex life is about to get interesting." Amy said Maria lost her smile. She thought she already had *that* talk with her mother long ago. Whitman Residence... "Was I just a...?" Alex asked as he fixed his robe "A tiger, yes." Charles said, he was a puma and his wife was a cheetah like Maria "It was like I could feel...I don't know...everything." Alex said "Actually you could. Unlike humans we are far more connected to the natural world. We try very hard not to damage our world and you're beginning to understand that now." His mother said "So that's why you don't drive much?" Alex asked "Pretty much." Charles said, "Now, there is something else...I know I've had this talk with you before but..." "Dad, after tonight, nothing could surprise me so spit it out." Alex said "Sex." "And I was wrong." Alex said "What I've spoken to you about is human sex but what we do...that's a different story all together." "I...uh...do we really have to talk about this?" Alex asked, if his skin could be seen under all his fur it would have been bright red. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about this with his mother present. "Believe me son, yes we do." Dinning Room, Crashdown... Jeff, Nancy and Liz walked down into the restaurant. The lights remained off, not that they were needed while their eyes were in cat mode. Liz watched as her father went over to the drink dispenser and then as he pressed for coke three times. Then her mother went over to one of the booths and pressed her hand firmly into the cushioned back. Liz then heard a click from both the machine by her father and the booth with her mother. Five seconds later there was a third click from the floor and Liz watched as a trapdoor sprung open. "I didn't know that was there." Liz said "Of course not. No one but our Pride knows where that door is let along how to open it." Jeff said Nancy moved from the booth and took her daughter's hand. Jeff led the way down the carved stone staircase. "For protection, what you're about to see was moved away from the rest of the tribe." Jeff said as they reached the bottom. They had gone at least forty feet down underground and now stood before two large stone doors with carvings of cats on them. Jeff opened the doors easily and all three stepped into a large chamber. It was octagonal in shape and half of the walls were filled with shelves, one each one were layers of scrolls and books and most looked ancient. On the other half, stone tablets were fitted together like an additional layer of brickwork but each one had strange letters carved into them. "What is all this?" Liz asked "These...are the Chronicles." Jeff said "You see Liz, once a generation, our people gather together in the same place. The Wolfen do something similar, as do the other tribes but when they do they write down everything. When it was decided to hide the Chronicles, our whole pride moved out to New Mexico. Our closest pride members moved with us to Roswell before there was a Roswell and dig out this chamber. After that he just built on top of it then humans started moving out here..." Shadow Becomes Form I watch from the behind the blinds as you move around your house. Sometimes I see only your shadow and I try to change windows quickly enough in hope of being able to continue my view of your nudity as you go through your daily routine. From day one when I happened to glance in as I passed by your home, I have watched your breasts as they swung unfettered, the growth of pubic hair from strip to covering to shaven and back. I have been in the mall and seen you as you have shopped and watched when you went into a changing room wearing underwear and come out without it. I was in a bar one night when you emerged from the side of a stage and stripped, the smile on your face as you revealed yourself to the baying punters before finally lying down on the stage a hand covering yourself and then removing it as flash bulbs went off and you showed yourself totally. The crowd myself included screaming for you to body surf and howling as you stood, grinned, shook your head and turned away to vanish backstage. Later as you flashed your breasts at the bar I caught your eye and chatted to you about your show there was an exchange of flirtatious looks and touches, your quick kiss was to die for but now I need more. My hand touches the back door handle and I slip inside under the cover of your vacuum cleaner noise. Hiding myself away in the closet and waiting until the cleaner stops and I hear you climb the stairs, I cross the room and place a folded piece of paper under the stand of your computer monitor. From the top of the stairs I hear the click of heels and I retreat back to my hiding place, watching through the slats in the door as you cross to the desk, no longer naked, a bikini covering your tits and arse. From my hiding place I can see that it is so loosely tied it could fall off and for a moment I wonder why until you pull the cord that slides the curtains and open them wider, the window behind already being open wide on to the alleyway. Light floods the room and the chair can be seen by anyone who may choose to look from the rooms of our businessmen's hotel into yours. I see you sit in the swivel chair before your computer and start to type stopping when you see the note blowing in the slight breeze. I wait as you read and then you start to type again. I wait and watch, my patience infinite, as you type and switch web sites, I see you move and then your left arm comes out and you toss the top of the bikini on to the floor. From the movement of your arms I figure you are stroking your breasts as you read whatever is on the screen. You laugh and I hear you speak but can't catch what you say and the screen changes once more, this time though I can make out the naked figures of several males. The chair moves as you undo the ties on the bikini pants and I see your head lift slightly above the top of the chair back as you pull them off and throw them across the room, swiveling the chair to the window and back again, I catch a glimpse of your hands between your legs. It is time. I move quickly, six paces and I am behind you, dropping the blindfold over your eyes and then grab your arms pulling them behind your seat to slip the prepared loops over your wrists and holding you firm. I turn the chair to face me and finally am able to gaze unobstructed at your body. Reaching out I run my hand down your face, stroking your nose and then parting your lips, those beautiful lips, I can't resist and kiss them, your mouth opening and your tongue slipping along mine before you pull it away quickly and bite on my bottom lip. I pull back and see a drop of blood on your breast from my bleeding mouth as it runs towards your nipple. I kiss you again, not caring if you bite again knowing I will have moved before I can be caught twice and I suck your lip into my mouth, gently I begin to bite savouring the movement as you try to pull away but I don't draw blood and let the bite go so I may kiss your neck, behind your ears, round to your throat and then down your body to your breasts, my tongue flicking at your skin as I work my way from one breast to the other never touching either nipple but threatening to and then puling away teasing them and watching as they stretch out from your aureole, circling, nearer and nearer before finally I decide and flick your right nipple with my tongue and hearing your involuntary gasp as my tongue plays with your extended bud, exchanging my tongue for my mouth sucking it deeply inside before finally catching it in my teeth and stretching it pulling your breast almost conical then releasing it and quickly repeating the stretch on your left nipple. I look down and see that the black leather of the chair is damp between your legs. I take a pace backwards then drop to my knees. I know that you wear flat shoes in the house but now I find your toes in three inch heeled sandals and I run my hands over the combination of leather and flesh, watching your toes twitch as I touch the sides of the soles of your feet, your legs parting slightly wider as you seek to avoid my searching fingers until I have enough room to kneel between your calves and it is to these I turn my attention. Lightly running my hands over your feet and up the outside of your legs, watching your movements as I return to your feet my fingers tracing a line down your calf muscles until at your ankles I move to your inner leg, running my nails up towards your knees, leaning forward to follow my hands with kisses until I reach your knees and as I do so your thighs part. I put my hands back to your feet and remove each sandal then place your legs over my shoulders, as I do so it is the first time you are aware of my exposed skin. I push my head in between your thighs licking and kissing them as they widen with each of my thrusts until I taste the damp from your leaking pussy on my tongue. Hungry for you I send my fingers and tongue in search of your clit, exposing it to the flicking of my tongue, over its hardness, round and round, over and down, all the time that my tongue isn't there one of my fingers is, taking you beyond teasing into torturing, listening as your breathing deepens and rasps in your throat, its pitch getting higher as you fight to stop the feeling I am creating in your body. You begin to win and I move my mouth to your puss, opening your lips with my tongue and pushing it in to you, licking and biting at the folds of flesh I have exposed. Immediately your note changes as my mouth sucks at your wet hole, one hand almost inside you, my fingers reaching for your g-spot and feeling the reaction as you give yourself to the pleasure I produce by stroking inside and rubbing your clit, your arse lifts from the seat as your breathing shortens, your voice once moaning softly, grows louder with each second that passes. I remember something you said at the club as we spoke and I stand pulling your legs round, the change of position taking you by surprise. I run my hands back over your legs and holding your feet push them wide both of your holes opening as I spread your legs apart, pulling your body to me. I push my cock inside you, then pull back as though to remove it before ramming it back in not caring about whether it hurts either of us, your legs over my shoulders, your thighs crushed against your breasts your screams reverberating through my chest as my cock cracks against the top of your body, six thrusts of infinite pleasure and I am there fighting my own battle to hold on and I want to hold on, yes I want to hold, yes I must hold, yes I must, yes I m, m, m, mus, must hold, oh no I.... Want...... to.... Hold..... onnnnn... OHhhhhhhh...... n...n.....NOOOOOOooooooooooooo. I feel the explosion of semen from my cock as my orgasm rages through my body and still I pound my cock into you, as it does so. I see your mouth open but don't hear any sound for what seems like seconds but is only tenths of seconds before I feel your teeth bite at my chest as you cum violently, your body shaking as your cunt pumps wave after wave of juice from your climaxing hole, soaking me like no woman has ever soaked me before, running down my cock, over my balls and down my thighs as the spent release of our body fluids combines in your cunt and on my body. We cling as we both come down and I lean forward and place my hand behind your head to tilt your mouth to mine our kiss is long and deep. Dropping one hand to your soaking slit I scoop some of our sex mixture up and wipe it over your breasts, ensuring that both are well covered before dropping from our kiss to lick it from your nipples, tasting my salty cum against your own sweet juice. I take more from your body and pull my mouth from your breasts to lick my fingers slightly before scooping the main pool into my mouth. I wipe my hands down the cheeks of your face and tilt your head once more. Your mouth is already open as my lips touch yours, your tongue darting inside to search mine out and I as lay it flat you greedily lick the mixture from my mouth. I turn the chair away from me and type one long sentence on the computer leaving it on the screen for you to find then walk round you and pick my discarded shorts up from the floor. I walk back to the chair and release the cord binding your hands wrapping it round the chair handles to make it difficult for you to get free before I have time to leave. I walk to the door and close it behind me. In the room you free your hands and rip the blindfold away from your eyes, blinking in the light you see what I have written 'That was beautiful, maybe next time you would like to do something else.' You turn the chair and drop your hands to your body, 'yes it was beautiful, so beautiful' you lift a breast and begin to lick at it, holding it in one hand as you scoop whatever you can from your cunt to spread on it, touching your clit as you do so then spreading the glistening juice on your breast your hand returns to rub your clit. You hook your legs over the arms of the chair and push your other hand inside your spread cunt pulling it out and rubbing it over the nipples that you are trying desperately to lick, stretching your tongue out to make the distance shorter, frantically flicking at the little you can touch, the hand on your clit a blur until you finally get your mouth on to a very stretched breast and you suck hard pulling on your other breast with now freed hand. Your body lifts and the nipple drops from your mouth as the climax you have brought yourself too rushes through you. Now there is cum to smear not only on your breasts but also your belly and thighs, down your face and finally to suck into your mouth. You turn back to the screen and laugh then get up and walk until you stand by the oak dining table. 'Next time' you say out loud, 'Next time I want it on the table. I want to be cuffed to the legs and you can have all my holes in any order you like!' your voice drops slightly, 'not that you can hear me.' You cross the room and go up the stairs your naked footfall hardly registering, the mixture of our orgasms and your own solitary orgasm dripping from your body, open the shower door and walk in. How do I know you do all this? I am standing inside the closet and watch you do it, my cock hurting for relief until I see a pair of your panties, wrap them around my aching cock and shoot my load into them. I hear the water run and slip from my hiding place, cross to your desk and drop the soiled panties on it. I cannot resist the screen and type – 'Next time I have something far more interesting in mind than a table. Thank you for the offer of the holes. X' "Outside, as though those time-stopping moments had never happened, the world bustles on and I cross back to my room to be behind the blinds." Shadow-Cat Screams! Horrifying screams echoing off of chamber walls. Racing hearts and pulses and the thick acrid smell of fear laced the air like poison. But there were other smells ones that bore the reason for the soul shaking fear. "Run! They've broken into the palace! Mobilize the Shadow- Fighters!" More screams. More panic. Muffled voices; panicked whispers coupled with silent escapes through the palace. More screams this time from the dying combined with the stench of the dead. "Find the Prince!" I hear one of them roar. Just a little further through the tunnel and we will be safe. I can smell them they are close- oh so close. I can hear the battle that wages overhead the Shadow- Fighters are slowly being defeated. Each man fights to the death because they know that no mercy will be shown to those that survive. Better to be dead for what power does and enemy wield when you are dead? They are strong and determined the element of surprise is their friend and ally. Where now is the god that my father made me pray religiously to as a child? How could this great Egyptian warrior allow this to happen- where is the Goddess Bast when her Shadow- Fighters need her the most? Just a little further; I can see the trap door in the gloom the very one that will lead us out of the palace and into the forest. Then in a moment everything changes... Shadow- Fang opens the trap door a small breeze flows past us. Where we had once been downwind our scent has been carried to our pursuers who now run as if the very whips of their masters were behind them. We won't make it we have women and children with us and the Lykens are not known for their compassion. All will be killed save for one- one will be spared to serve as a bargaining chip in the coming negotiations with the King of the Shadow- Fighters. Me. Prince Shadow-Cat. To be taken alive by a Lyken is a fate worse than death. I won't be taken alive! A ghastly roar from one of the Lykens travels down into the tunnel and ricochets off the walls and strikes fear in all. The tunnel is filled with a cacophony of frightened murmurs. " Go" I order them "Go through the trap door and follow the stairs, until you reach the door that will lead you out into the forest you know the way from there" I whispered urgently. 21 sets of panicked amber and green eyes stared at me from the gloom. "But your highness" Shadow- Fang pleads "No Shadow- Fang there is no time if I go they will catch us! You have to lead them to the forest and get them into the boats! You have to get them safely to my father he will know what to do!" I can hear their footsteps pounding above they will find the entrance soon enough. "Shadow-Fang I order you to go will you disobey your Prince?! They won't kill me now go please!" With one last pleading look and a silent bow my orders obeyed. While the others file through the trap door and down the stairs I begin to prepare mentally and physically for the fight that will ensue before long. Even a fight between an experience Shadow- Fighter and 6 fully matured Lykens would be difficult to win -- I don't stand a chance. I watch Shadow- Fang disappear through the trap door and I can hear the bolt silently ease into the lock. And for the first time I thank the gods for instilling in my father the wisdom to construct the various escape roots that are housed within the palace. I can hear them they've found the door they are trying to knock it down each pounding against the door matches the pounding in my heart. You know its odd right before the worst is about to happen it's like time moves so slow or stops moving at all and it's at that very moment that you take notice of everything- I mean really take notice. The whole time we had been down here I had not been aware of how quiet it had become in the palace there were no sounds of weapons firing, knives being sunken into flesh or even the sounds of bones breaking as fists struck their targets. There were no longer women crying over the bodies of their loved ones even the dying made less noise and there were still a few. The smell of the dead was altogether unbearable. And for what was not to be the last time since the bolt slide home in the latch I wished that I had taken my chances and gone with Shadow- Fang. What's even stranger still is that when time has slowed to a point where you begin to doubt whether it's even still active it speeds up again as if it's trying to catch up. It's an altogether unsettling and out of body experience. It's an unsettling out of body experience. All at once I could hear the pounding outside the door increase in tempo. I could hear the mongrels inside the palace looting it for what they called the spoils of war. My senses became blazed with sounds and smells. An unsettling out of body experience doesn't even begin to explain it. I took my stance in a half crouched position just as one of those dogs had turned the door into a thousand match sticks- which by the way was antique wood 500 years old given to my family by the Shah of Iran- good for nothing uncultured dogs! It's odd how I can now appreciate the beauty of such objects which I had taken for granted now that it was to be taken from me and I from it -- ah well on with the show. I have a date with death and I plan to take as many of these filthy uncouth animals with me as possible! Now Lykens do have the ability to see in the dark but it's a piss poor comparison to the Shadow- People! That's why the come carrying their torches. I can launch an arrow at an archery board in pitch black a thousand times and never miss the bullseye- beat that! As a result of their short comings Lykens rely on their sense of smell and their uncanny ability to detect movement (great). The first Lyken enters through the narrow archway followed in a singular line by the rest of his company; a factor which inhibited our escape (resulting in our current predicament of me acting as both bait and diversion) proves to be most advantageous in taking down the first Lyken. Claws distended I leap upon the first Lyken going for the kill I sever his jugular vein as I tear his throat out, he falls to the ground clutching at what used to be his throat making a chocked gurgling noise as he slowly dies. The sound of a dying Lyken hmm I like it! My self praise was to only last a minute, although Lyken are naturally stupid creatures the others did not fall prey to the same reckless mistake as their fallen comrade. A blow to the chest from the next Lyken sent me hurtling in the brick wall of the tunnel. As I struggled to breathe more Lykens came rushing into the tunnel- each breath I took caused the most excruciating pain to tear its way through my back, chest and neck. Just as the same brute that sent me crashing into the wall was about to kick my exposed side which would have without a doubt broken all my ribs on my right side I sank my talons into his exposed thigh causing him to scream (well howl). Using what little strength I had that remained I rose to my feet and tore him open from abdomen to neck. As I turned to- well I'm not sure what I planned to do at this moment I was in pretty bad shape. My side felt like it had gotten into a fight with a truck and the truck had won, my shins blazed, the back of head had numerous lacerations to it one of which I could feel was particularly nasty and as a result I was steadily losing my battle with consciousness like I said I was in bad shape. Like I was saying as I turned to do god knows what when a muscled arm and hand closed painfully around my larynx with the talons digging into my neck on either side. I clawed frantically in hope of releasing its grip. Damn it so much for fighting unconsciousness. "We had orders" a disembodied voice growled I assumed it belonged to the hand slowly chocking the life out of me. I'm going to pass out and this beast is talking about his orders who gives a rat's ass. I can't make my eyes focus the light from the torches is beginning to dim- or is it. Damn it! I'm going to pass out. And then a light bulb goes off somewhere in the grey matter this mutt calls a brain and he loosens his death grip on my throat. The room begins to spin and a wave of dizziness and sickness overtakes me I feel like I'm going to be sick but I refuse to let him see it. "We had orders" he repeated "Not to kill you and that you be delivered unharmed" (a bit late for that Einstein) "However if you don't behave like a good little kitten ill make sure that you are rendered totally incapable of giving any more trouble while we make our way back to Anduslavia. Do you understand?" Now wait one minutes did this rancid, flea infested mongrel just call me a KITTEN! Granted I'm only 18 and I haven't been trained in the art of warfare to the same degree as many of the older Shadow- People and I don't know much about the outside world BUT this so called kitten not only killed one Lyken but reduced the other to sinew. Kitten my ass! Now the abominable beasts hand was still around my throat so this whole tirade was conducted inside my head the best I could muster was a hard glare and a hiss. This did not however have the effect that I had intended instead of striking fear in my captor and his men they laughed. They laughed! They actually laughed! "Well what do we have here boys a kitten that thinks it's a tiger!" They all laughed again well roared is a more appropriate description for the noise that they made collectively. Well screw this let see how you feel about this you bastard! I delivered a powerful kick to the mongrels shin and momentarily delighted in hearing it not only crack but hearing him howl but just like all of my victories this evening this too was short lived! My head was once again sent careening into the wall behind me and then everything went dark. Ok so that might not have been my brightest idea but whatever. It's just a damned good thing we Shadow- People heal so well. 'That little bastard' Night- Crawler howled after the Prince's body had slumped to floor. Carefully he inspected his broken leg while Rex hauled the Prince's lifeless body off the ground and onto his shoulders. "Didn't think he'd fight back- I sort of expected him to you know accept defeat certainly wasn't expecting blood to be spilt. Damned good fighter considering he just a child" Rex mused. Yes a damned good fighter Night- Crawler thought sullenly to himself. "Shit! Butch find me something to brace my leg with!" Butch was just like his name- in fact everything about him was butch! He was short and stocky around 5'11 and 240 pounds of pure muscle and one of the baddest Lykens ever made definitely not a man you would want to meet on a dark night. He was merciless and Night- Crawler was extremely glad that he had gotten to the Prince before Butch had. Had the Prince gone head to head with Butch they'd be picking up pieces of the Prince instead of the unconscious load that Rex had carted off and there would have been little that Night- Crawler could have done to stop him. Night- Crawler did not like that idea for a number of reasons one: He hadn't lied about his orders the Prince was to be delivered alive and unharmed operative word being unharmed (well that couldn't be helped the Prince hadn't exactly gone down quietly!) and two: he would have had to kill Butch for his disobedience of a direct order from the leader of all Lykens Marcus, and Night- Crawler wouldn't have relished the idea. Butch was his second in command and despite his earlier description there was no man or Lyken that he trusted more. Butch was extremely loyal and would lay down his life for anyone of his brothers. And finally if he was honest he didn't really want to see the Prince and the only reason was because he had shown amazing courage this Night- Crawler couldn't deny. That was basically it other than what duty dictated he didn't care what happened to the Prince. After all he is one of those ignorant racist Shadow People- Yes ignorant and racist and ...beautiful. Night- Crawler groaned internally these thoughts were neither productive nor would they be further evaluated "I HAVE A DUTY TO DO" he thought to himself. At that precise moment when Night- Crawler had ceased his internal arguments of what he did and didn't think of the Prince Butch came back holding two small planks of wood as well as a bandage to set his broken leg. Night-Crawler anticipated the pain that would result when Butch reset the broken shin and only just managed to retain his grunt of pain, apparently anticipation meant nothing in the face of actual pain. "I'm going to deal with that runt when he wakes up after all there are ways of exacting revenge that don't leave evidence" "What do we do with the dead?" Butch inquired once more distracting him from his none to productive thoughts. Good question pity that they should have died on their last mission, they were amazing soldiers and even better men, but that's what happens when you underestimate your opponent your recklessness gets you killed. No animal likes to be cornered and many that sense their end are at their most vicious and will fight to the death because they have nothing to lose, and had Rafael and Ricardo remembered this they would still be alive. They had underestimated the Prince they all had him included and he had a broken shin that would seriously hinder their progress back to Anduslavia as a result of this stupid mistake. "Send word that their swords and incisors are to be brought as evidence of their deaths for the Elders as well as their families" Night-Crawler commanded. His orders were swiftly obeyed and the three remaining Lykens with and unconscious Prince in tow filed out of the tunnel. None noticed the trap door that led out into the forest. Okay so now that you know the then I suppose it would be prudent to describe the now. Well I woke up a few moments ago to the sun crudely shining down on my face through the slates of the dungeon that I had so unceremoniously been dumped in, with the mother of all headaches. "My goodness! Do I feel like shit!" I lay still trying to reduce the excruciating throbbing that was going on in my head- Ugh I feel sick! Perhaps taking that cheap shot at that last Lyken; however gratifying it may have seemed at the time just wasn't a good idea. Did I mention I feel like shit? Damn it and this hard cement floor really wasn't doing any good for the bruises that had begun to develop around the numerous- and I do mean numerous lacerations on my back and neck. I hauled my usually lithe form which had taken on the characteristic of a thousand pounds of lead into first an upright position; I then rolled onto my hands and knees and after what felt like an eternity of staying in that position I finally managed to make it to my feet. This had been no easy feat it had taken me ten minutes to perform this simple task and not only had I broken out into a sweat I was now perspiring profusely. Definitely wasn't smart kicking that Lyken. Satisfied that the floor and walls stayed where they were supposed to, I took a detailed inventory of my scant dwellings. I was able to ascertain that I was in fact in a dungeon about 5 miles below what would have been a banquet hall or the great hall and judging by the raucous noise being made my presence had not gone unnoticed. Countless stairs and passage ways lay between me and my "accommodations" so even if I somehow could get through the iron door (not likely I'm strong but I'm not superman) I didn't have the faintest idea where or how far the exit was from where I now stood not to mention I didn't even know where here was so even if I could somehow manage to get out of the cell and out of the castle with out my scent being carried to the Lykens they would surely catch up with me as I didn't have one clue as to where safety was. Great! Continuing my detailed inventory I noticed that not only was my cell infested with mold it also housed a number or rats- really these were accommodations fit for a prince! Okay now let me just say that normally I would never entertain the idea of rats being part of a balanced diet but I haven't eaten in well I don't even know when I last ate. So don't judge me when I say these vermin looked delicious. Hmm looks like breakfast will be back on the menu ladies and gents. Delaying breakfast for the moment -- I mean they really weren't going anywhere I again resumed my inspection I noticed that the mold was coming from this incessant and might I add annoying drip from the ceiling, I detected a Lyken in the corner -- okay that drip is really starting to annoy- Wait RED LIGHT THERE IS A FUCKING LYKEN IN THE CORNER!! Okay queue the unsettling out of body experience where everything slows down to a point where I doubt time is moving yada yada yada. I now began contemplating how long the animal had been there? What did it want? Was it going to kill me? Not that I was giving up hope but as I previously stated I looked like shit, I felt like shit and hey what do u know I even smelt like shit - well not literally but you get where I'm going with this if a fight were going to ensue it would be over very quickly and there would only be one person walking out of here at the end. One guess who it won't be! Damn it why the hell hadn't I noticed him before? Had he been watching me sleep? Oddly enough I found that last thought to be the most disturbing- when you sleep there is a universal sense of vulnerability the fact that a mortal enemy was party to a precious moment where I wasn't on my guard and not able to readily defend myself felt not only like a major invasion of my space and privacy but felt too intimate for my likings. When this is all over I'm telling you I'm going to devote 110% of my time to combat training as well as honing my senses. Maybe it's the blows to the head that got me all outta wack I mean that can happen right? Okay now this is the fun part where everything speeds up. Out of the shadows emerges the very same liken who's leg I snapped like a twig. Definitely wasn't sensible to take that cheap shot!