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Portrait Of A Lady Ch. 01

By: velvetpie



It was still there.

Rik stared at the painting and moved closer, his breath dislodging dust in tiny puffs as he moved closer, his fingers gently resting on its gilt-gold frame. God, she was beautiful. Absolutely stunning. One would think that she would become as ordinary as the sun after having seen her every day for the last two years but she hadn’t. To him, she was the sun, a brilliant orb that hung in the changeable sky, lighting his ordinary life and giving him a reason to go to work every day and to spend his lunch hour gazing upon her handsome countenance.

The first time, he’d visited the tiny shop, he’d been looking for some authentic bric-a-brac for his apartment and he was tired of seeing the usual wicker baskets and marble-filled vases. He wanted items that someone else had owned, that someone had taken time to preserve and care for. And that’s when he’d found her.

The painting was in the back right corner of the shop, hung just out of reach to safeguard its oils and highlighted by a cool, but bright artist lamp. He’d thrown a fleeting glance at the work of art but something had made him turn back around. Her face. 

By the look of her dress, she was from the Regency era, the time of Jane Austen. The underdress was striped with cream and tan, playing a perfect counterpart to the slightly off-white shell. Her skin was alabaster, veined with tiny blue lines and rosy with the blush of good health and her robin’s-egg blue eyes warmed him with a mischievous twinkle. She sat at a pianoforte, one slender hand resting on the keys while the other nestled in the silk of her dress. 

He knew it was stupid but he was in love.

But there was a major problem. The cost of the portrait was $1,000 dollars and Rik Kershaw didn’t have the money to spare. So every day, he came to pay homage to his love, standing and quietly gazing, hoping that she could see the sincere love in his heart and secretly dreading the day when someone would buy her.

“Hi, Rik.”

Marlena Compton, owner of The Hearthstone Shop, stepped up beside him, looking up at the painting. He gave her a quick glance. “Hi, Mrs. Compton.”

“Still admiring her?”

“Can’t seem to stop.” He answered truthfully. “She’s so beautiful.”

“Her name is Angelica, only daughter of Duke and Duchess Hawthorn. She was about twenty-two when she sat for this portrait.”

“I didn’t know you knew who she was.”

Marlena laughed. “You never asked.”

Rik stared into thalo-blue paled eyes, warm even on cool, creamy canvas. “Angelica.” He whispered reverently.

“She died not long after this portrait was finished. It was said that she was poisoned by a suitor whom she was being forced to marry.”

“Forced?”

“Yes. She was already past what was considered the marriageable age and her father was desperate to ensure that his line would be continued. Angelica was a modern girl. She didn’t want to get married without love and she turned down the proposal, embarrassing the Marquess of Ravenstone.”

“And he obviously didn’t take it well.”

“Not at all! He called the Duke of Hawthorn out and when the duke refused to answer, he poisoned Angelica and later killed himself.”

“Tragic.”

“Very.” Marlena sighed. “She was quite a lovely girl.”

“Yes, she is.”

Marlena heard his change of tense and shrugged. Maybe he was crazy. “So when are you going to buy her?”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Can’t afford it.”

“Well, what can you afford?” Rik’s mouth suddenly dried up and he coughed. Marlena raised an eyebrow, laughing. “That much, eh?”

“Sorry. I can afford $300 now.” He gazed up at Angelica. “But I can make payments.”

“Weekly?”

“Bi-weekly. That’s when I get paid.”

Marlena nodded. “Well, Rik, you’ve been coming here for so long that I think I can take a risk on you.” She extended her hand with a smile. “She’s yours.”

A shudder went through him and his breath caught as he shook her hand. “Are you sure? I’m not dreaming, am I?”

“No, you’re not dreaming. Come with me and I’ll draw up the paperwork.” She touched his arm and turned towards the cash register. “Then you can take your fair Angelica home on Friday.”

****** Rik was practically floating on air. 

Today was the day that he got to take Angelica home. After making the deal, Marlena had promised that he could take delivery on Friday, his payday, for the allotted $300 he’d promised for the initial payment. He’d gone home and promptly made a place for the painting in his bedroom. He felt that she would be most comfortable there and he could gaze upon her beautiful face as soon as he awoke and before he dropped off to sleep.

He made a snap decision to visit her at lunch time, one last lunch visit and through the shop’s window, was stunned to see Marlena having a vicious verbal argument with a stranger. He was much larger than Rik himself, tall and broad in his black suit. He towered over the red-headed shop owner, his florid features thrust into her face, his thick fingers and brawny arms gesticulating madly. Rik entered the shop and Marlena turned instantly, hearing the bell ring.

“Rik!”

“What’s wrong, Mrs. Compton? Is this man bothering you? Should I call the cops?”

The stranger drew himself upright, bristling with indignity and trained his dark eyes on the young man. “We were merely having a discussion … “

“About your painting, Rik. Mr. Russell wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Rik gulped down his fear and stepped between them, shielding Marlena with his slender body. “What do you want with my painting?”

“I want to buy it.”

“It’s not for sale.”

“Are you sure about that?”

The menace in the gentleman’s voice was hard to mistake and a streak of adrenalin tightened Rik’s chest. “Who do you think you are, Suge Knight? Yes, I’m sure.” He turned to Marlena with a tight smile. “In fact, I’ve come to pick her up as we agreed, Marlena. Would you give her a good wrapping?”

“Absolutely.” She flicked an angry glare at the stranger and used a small stepladder to climb up and remove the portrait from the wall. Rik watched as she carefully stepped down and brushed between them, heading for the counter.

“I want that painting.”

“You can’t have it. She’s mine.”

Rik wasn’t sure but he thought he saw something flare in the stranger’s eyes at his words. The man stared at him for a long minute, then shoved him aside as he moved past, heading for the door. Russell snarled a few words to Marlena, words that made the blood drain from her face, then stomped out, leaving them in bell-ringing silence. Rik ran to the door, watching as the man became a speck on the street, then went to the counter, quietly watching as Marlena tied the last bit of twine around the paper-wrapped parcel.

“Here she is, Rik. She’s all yours.”

He handed her the money and tucked the receipt into his pocket, accepting the bulky package. “Thanks, Mrs. Compton.” 

When he turned to leave, her voice stopped him. “Rik.” Marlena weaved her fingers together in an effort to keep them from shaking. “Be careful, will you?”

“Why do you say that? What did that man say to you?”

An uncharacteristic trembling colored her voice with apprehension. “He told me that I’d made a huge mistake in not selling the painting to him and that I’d pay for it.”

Rik choked out a laugh, even though he felt a grain of dread in her words. “He has no reason to bother you any further, Mrs. Compton. Angelica is mine.”

Marlena watched him leave, unable to shake the scare that the stranger had laid in her skin nor the trepidation she felt in her heart.

*****

“We are home, love.”

Rik pushed the door closed behind him and propped the portrait up on the side of the sofa while he went to get scissors to cut the twine. His fingers ached from carrying the heavy item up six flights of stairs and he was hungry from foregoing lunch but those pains were minimal compared to his joy. Sliced twine dropped to the floor and brown packaging fluttered beside it. Angelica was home.

He sprayed a little Pledge on the end of his feather duster and gave the canvas a light sweeping, then used a damp cloth to clean the frame. Once he was satisfied that everything was clean, he attached two screws and a length of wire to the back of the frame, twisting the ends together to make sure that they were tight.

“Ouch!”

An unbent portion of wire tunneled into his thumb and he yanked his hand back, momentarily gazing at the angry hole that quickly filled with ruby red blood. Before he could arrest its progress, dark drops dripped on the top edge of the frame with a few falling on Angelica’s dainty white dress. Rik set the painting down and rushed into the kitchen, cleaning the wound and bringing a cloth back to wipe his drips. With that accomplished, he hung his precious portrait and sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her.

“Hello, my love. Welcome to my home.”

“Hello, Rik.”

The voice was soft and female, velvety in depth and vibrant in nature. He blinked a few times, swearing that he was hearing things but her throaty laugh convinced him otherwise. Rik stood up, his injured digit in his mouth, his eyes fastened to the woman who lived in the confines of the golden frame. 

“Uh … hello?”

Soft, high laughter trilled through the air, surrounding him in instant warmth. “Pray, what is the matter? Can you not see me?”

“See … see you?”

“Yes, dear boy! I’m sitting right in front of you.” Rik gazed at the picture for a moment. “Oh, bother! Maybe I should stand up.” As he watched, the young woman in the portrait slowly arose, arranged her dress and curtsied to him, her blue eyes wickedly twinkling at him. “Do you see me now?”

“Yes.” The word slipped from his mouth in a sort of fog, matching his brain. Had he really seen a painted woman move? “I … I … “

“My goodness! You had plenty to say to me in the shop but your tongue is tied now?”

“No, my lady.” Rik stepped closer. “I just … “

“You don’t like my dress?”

“No!”

“No?”

Rik caught himself laughing. “Yes, my lady, I like your dress. I answered no because it wasn’t what my question was.”

“Then, dear boy, what is your question?”

He moved a bit closer. Now he could see the glints of gold in her red hair and the gentle curve of her silk-encased breasts and hips. Her eyes met hers, leaving him drowning in a pool of cool blue. “How is it that you’re alive?”

“Your blood.” Rik paused, glancing down at his now-healing finger. “You see, I had this painting commissioned and I had the artist mix a tiny amount of my blood into the pigments. I hoped that one day, the man who would win my love would awaken me. And you have.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you.” She sat back down, her hands demurely placed together on her knees. “No one else could have done it.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really!” She huffed, then yawned, covering her hand with her mouth like the lady she was. “I am tired just now. Might we continue this conversation tomorrow?”

“Yes, my lady.” Rik bowed to her, smiling as he heard her girlish giggles.

“Really, dear boy, you have much to learn.”

“Such as?”

“Proper introduction. I don’t know your name.”

Rik stood as straight as he could and bowed deeply at the waist. “My name is Rikard Andreas Kershaw, my lady.”

More giggles but not so harsh this time. “And I am Lady Angelica of Hawthorn.”

“My very deep pleasure to meet you.”

“Thank you, Rikard.” Another yawn. “And good evening to you.”

“Good night, my lady.”

Rik took off his suit and hung up his clothes as he usually did, taking a shower and crawling into his bed, naked and sporting a hard-on. He couldn’t help it. From his vantage point, he could stare right at the painting and see Angelica’s bright eyes and her voluptuous figure. Just the thought of having her so near was making him hard.

“Oh, my angel.”

He reached for his stalk, shivering at the touch of his own fingers. His body arched slightly as his hand fisted around the hard meat, the warmth sinking into him and making a freshet of pre-cum start its precious dribble. He stroked slowly and gently, awakening the nerve endings and enticing them to join the chorus. A low groan escaped him as his palm circled the sensitive head, spreading the leaking juices over the dark purple skin and slicking it down the veined stalk.

Thoughts of her swirled in his head. He imagined her tiny hand on his thick, hot meat, her fingers curling around him as she learned the dimensions of his body. He could almost smell her perfume, a mysterious mixture of roses and lilacs that swept through his nostrils and fired his passion like nothing he’d ever known. God, he wanted her. He opened his eyes and gazed at her again, losing himself in the depths of her blue eyes and picturing her above him, her rosebud lips pursed and open as she stroked him to climax.

“Oh.” He moaned, letting his hand drift down over his heavy balls and giving them a gentle squeeze before reclaiming his cock and caressing it as he thought she would. Her soft, tender hands would trace the length of him, her petite fingers rubbing him, learning him, knowing him, bringing him closer and closer to that blurred edge, to the peak of the mountain. A tingle raced through him as he felt his balls draw up.

“Angelica!”

He exploded with the utterance of her name, his prick pulsing and releasing his seed in long, creamy strands that splashed against his chest, matting his thick hair. Three more times, he ejaculated, then lay still, catching his breath as delicious sensations racked his tingling body. 

Sleep soon claimed him and his eyelids drifted shut, closing on the sight of his beautiful lady. If he had been a bit closer, he would have noticed the rosiness of her cheeks and the quick rise and fall of her chest as she recovered from her own silent climax.

“Good night, my dear Rikard.” 

Portrait Of A Lady Ch. 02



The next morning, her gentle tones awoke him.

“Rik? Rik, darling. It’s time to wake up.”

Rik stirred from his deep sleep and stretched, momentarily puzzled at the dried sticky mess on his chest. A slow smile spread across his features as he remembered what had happened just before he’d fallen asleep.

“Proud of yourself?” The sound of her voice made him scramble for the sheet. She laughed prettily, covering her soft lips with her hand. He felt the heat in his face and wondered if she could see his embarrassment. “You weren’t so shy last night.”

“You watched?”

“Of course.” She cocked her head knowingly. “After 190 years, did you think I would miss seeing the well-made body of a naked man and the consummation of his pleasure?”

Rik hadn’t thought of that. In his mind, she was pure and innocent, a lady of the Regency era, where nakedness existed only in twilight and passion was akin to sin. “Uh, I … “

Her giggles echoed in his mind. “You’re such a silly boy! Did you think I wouldn’t hear you when you called my name?”

Had he done that? He couldn’t remember. All he knew was that he’d cum hard and by the leftovers crackling across his chest, he’d cum a lot. “I don’t remember. If I did, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I was very flattered.” Her voice changed, morphing from soft to authoritative. “You have to get moving or you’ll be late for work.”

“Oh, shit!”

“Rikard!”

“Sorry, my lady.” He leaped from the bed, showered, shaved and quickly dressed. He stepped in front of the painting, straightening his tie. “Will you be all right while I’m gone?”

“Yes, but I’ll be missing you.”

“Will you, my lady?”

“Yes, dear Rikard, I will.” Her smile warmed him to his very toes. “I’ll have a surprise for you when you get home.”

“A surprise? For me?”

“Yes, now get going!” She laughed gaily. “Rikard, you are worse than a child at Christmas!”

Rik bowed deeply to her and felt the blood rush to his face when she curtsied in response. “Until tonight.”

Her voice was low and velvety. “Yes, dear love. Until tonight.”

*****

“You are late.”

Patrick Russell strode into his sitting room and tossed his hat on the table. It was barely afternoon and he was already exhausted. He’d had to wait until nearly midnight before he could break into the shop and it took him almost three hours to locate the sales files. The woman, Marlena Compton, did a brisk business and her records were well kept and notated. The kid’s name was Rik Kershaw and he lived in a well-protected apartment. The doorman had refused him entrance and was so far, not bribable. He had tried to enter behind another tenant and had been swiftly removed, despite his pleas, then bribes and later, threats.

He loosened his cravat and poured a good-sized jolt of whiskey for himself before turning to face Frederick Allen Hendrickson, the Marquess of Ravenstone. 

“I had a lot of work to do.”

“And?” Russell huffed. He was unused to being ordered around like a servant and he was bristling under the constraints. He wished that he’d never bought the damned painting. “Did you not hear me?”

“I heard you.” He snarled, dropping into a chair opposite the nearly seven-foot tall portrait. “I know his address but I was not able to get inside.”

“Fool! Don’t you know how important it is for me to gain access to that painting?” The marquess spat, his regal features crumpling with anger. “The apex occurs for only two days and I must get to her during that time.”

“I know this. You’ve told me this a million times already.”

“But it doesn’t seem to have impressed the importance on you!”

Russell drained his drink and rubbed the slightly chilled glass against his forehead. “I know how important it is but I warned you that there were bound to be obstacles.”

“If we had found the painting more quickly … “

“If you had given me the correct information to begin with, that pleasant fact might have happened!” Russell snapped, daring to show his own anger and frustration. “That painting sat in the shop for nearly two years!”

The man in the painting remained quiet for a moment, his lip curling. “I know that.”

“Then let’s not quibble about such inconsequential things. I know where he works. I will gain entry to his apartment and I will get the portrait.” Russell sighed. “And you will have your precious Angelica.”

“And you will have what I promised … immortality.”

Russell closed his eyes and rubbed his throbbing temples, wondering how the hell he was going to get into that kid’s apartment. 

*****

He bought flowers on the way home. He knew that she liked daisies and had the florist make up a nice bouquet for her. After all, she had a surprise for him. She would definitely enjoy his surprise of fresh flowers, wouldn’t she?

He pushed the door open and stopped in his tracks. The entire apartment had been cleaned and re-arranged in a more pleasing fashion and the scent of roses filled the air. Another smell met his nostrils. He set the flowers down on the hall table and walked into the kitchen, amazed to find a roasted chicken crisping in the oven and green beans with almond slivers in a bowl, steaming and warm on the oven’s top. The table was set for two and a lone red rose rested in the bud vase.

“Angelica?”

“In here.”

Her voice sounded different. It didn’t sound like it was in his head as it had before. She sounded … close. He grabbed the bouquet and headed for the bedroom, his jaw dropping as he entered. His bed had been moved and brilliant sunlight lit the room. He never realized that the headboard had been covering that window.

But the most remarkable thing was sitting in his parlor chair. It was Angelica.

“No!” She exclaimed as he rushed towards her. “Do not touch me for I’m not whole yet.”

Rik stopped in his tracks, seeing the truth in her words. The sun’s gentle rays poured through her gossamer form, alighting on her curves and bringing radiance to her blue eyes. “My lady.” She smiled at his bow, her smile growing as he presented the flowers. “For you.”

“Daisies!” She took one from the bunch and he watched as it faded to transparency in her fingers. She raised it to her face, clipped off the long stem with a fingernail and tucked the blossom behind her ear. “How did you know that daisies are my favorite?”

“I read up on you at the library.”

Her face fell at his words. “Then you know about … “

“Yes. I know about Frederick.” Rik wished that he could touch her, if only to soothe her worries away. “He seemed to be a boor.”

“He was a boor. He thought himself so much better than anyone else.” Angelica paused, raising her eyes to him. “I used to devote a good amount of time to St. Anne’s. It was an orphanage for the poor and it gave me such a good feeling to help the young ones. Frederick laughed when he heard what I was doing. He said that they were right where they belonged.”

“That’s horrible!”

“He forbade me to continue my work there. He said that he didn’t want me consorting with their type, especially after we were married. He said he was afraid that I’d catch a disease from them.”

Rik saw the sly smile on her beautiful lips. “But you didn’t stop, did you?”

“No.” She tugged another daisy from the batch and twirled it between her elegant fingers. “You see, I fell in love.”

Rik’s heart shriveled in his chest and he felt light-headed at her words. “Fell in love?”

She nodded, laughing at his reaction. “His name is Quentin and he’s seven years old.”

“Seven?”

“Yes. He’s one of the orphans. He always picks the books he wants me to read and helps to clean up after the younger kids.” Angelica’s eyes swept downward, back to the tender flower in her hands. “I wanted to adopt him … “

“But Frederick said no?”

Again, she nodded. “He didn’t want any castoffs in his house. He said the only children he wanted were ones he’d plant in my womb.” She touched her stomach, an expression of revulsion on her face. “I wasn’t interested in anything he wanted to plant.”

Rik smiled. “I can understand that.”

“But I’m interested in what you wish to plant.”

A wave of heat flashed through him. “Oh, Angelica, you have no idea … “

“Oh, I have an idea, dear Rikard. Did you forget I saw you last night?”

He blushed again, much to his chagrin and much to her joy. “Yes, I did.”

“Well, I wish to see it again.”

“What?”

“It is masturbation, is it not?”

“Uh, yes.”

“I thought as much. I am a firm believer in masturbation.” She moved closer, her sweet face just inches from him. “I hoped that after dinner, we might do it together.”

“Together?” Rik’s heart flipped in his chest. “I’d like that very much.”

“Good.” She arose, lifting the bouquet. “Why don’t we eat?”

Dinner was simple and delicious. The roast chicken was juicy and flavorful and the green beans were tasty and crisp. While they were eating, Angelica told him of her uneventful life, except for her work with the children. She also told him of the apex.

“It happens two days a month, when the moon is at its highest and fullest.”

“And you become flesh?”

“Yes.”

“What about now?”

“I can touch solid things and move around but I can’t receive touch.”

“What happens if you get touched accidentally?”

“I return to the painting and I can’t come out again until the next apex.”

“I see. Then I’ll make sure that I don’t touch you.”

“Not until the apex occurs. Then you may touch me as much as you like for two whole days.”

Rik moved close, smelling her perfume. “Promise?”

“Promise.” 

*****

How lucky it was that the kid’s building had a fire escape. Of course, it wasn’t as easy as Russell had thought it would be. The retractable portion of the ladder was chained and locked and he had to risk his impeccable hygiene to push a dumpster underneath so that he could pull himself up onto the landing. He worked his way up to the sixth floor and used the glass cutting tool to get the window open. The window opened into a long hallway and he paused to consult his notes again. Kershaw’s apartment number was 610.

*****

When Rik emerged from the shower, he was stunned to find her naked on one side of his king-size bed, her hair spread like a blanket of fall leaves on the pillows. The reds and golds played a gentle contrast to her pale skin, which stretched in unblemished creamy pinkness over soft curves and valleys, then smoothly undulated under the matched the trimmed pubic carpet that rested at the apex of her legs. She had moved a light behind her and turned the lampshade so that he could see the pink glow of her fat nipples.

“You like what you see?”

“Oh, Angelica, you’re gorgeous!”

“You’re not so bad looking yourself.” Her eyes dropped down to his groin and he flushed with heat, feeling his cock rise to her attention. “In fact, you look good enough to eat.”

Rik dropped the towel and carefully lay down next to her, making sure not to touch her. “Looking at you makes me positively ravenous.”

She looked hurt for a moment. “You didn’t enjoy my chicken?”

“I’m not hungry for that.” He growled, gazing raptly at her thick-nippled breasts and letting that gaze slid down to her pussy.

“Oh.” This time, she was the one to blush, especially when he reached down and gave his prick a stroke. “You’re so big, Rik.”

“Frederick wasn’t?”

“Not at all. I saw it once when we went hunting. He had to relieve himself in some bushes and I peeked. It was short and uncircumcised.” She shuddered. “I can’t stand that extra skin.”

“You won’t have that problem with me.”

“Yes, I see.” When she licked her lips, Rik moaned. “I love the way your cock looks. The head is so perfect.” Her throaty voice seemed to pierce his soul. “I can’t wait to lick you like a candy pop.”

“Oh, my angel … “ He sighed, looking into her eyes. “If I only could … “

“What would you do to me if you could touch me?”

“First, I’d suck on your lovely nipples until they got hard.”

“These nipples?” Angelica circled her rosy mounds, shivering slightly.

“Oh, yes. Those beautiful nipples.” Rik gave his meat a rough tug. “Lick your fingers and do that again.”

Angelica licked her fingers as he asked and rubbed the tender flesh. She was surprised when he leaned forward and gently blew across them, making her nipples harden instantly. She moaned. “Oh, Rikard! How did you do that?”

“I can’t touch you, but my breath can.”

*****

Here it was. Apartment 610. Russell glanced down the hallway, checking to make sure that he was still alone and quickly bent, inserting two tools into the lock and manipulating them until he heard the familiar sound of tumblers clicking together. He turned the knob, holding his breath and released it slowly when the door opened silently. He closed it quickly behind himself and stood still, hearing a low moan.

“Oh, Rikard!”

The voice and its answering moan were coming from a room to the left and Russell carefully crept to the doorway, observing the big bed and its occupants. He rubbed his eyes and tried to focus again, finally realizing that the girl on the bed was nearly transparent. What the hell?

Angelica let one of her hands drift down her flat abdomen to the heated juncture between her legs, inhaling swiftly when her finger found her buried clit and her pussy rippled in pleasure. She opened her eyes, gazing at him through slitted eyes and panting as the sensations moved through her.

“Then after I made sure your nipples were nice and hard, I’d move down to your pussy.”

“What would you do to my pussy?”

“I’d lick every inch of your thighs, then I’d suck your pussy until you came on the tip of my tongue.”

“Oh, my!” She slid two fingers into her quivering hole, plunging them in deep. “I’ve never had anyone do that to me before.”

“Oh, angel, I guarantee that you’d love it.”

“I love it when you call me Angel. Would you call me that when you’re buried inside me?”

“No.” He whispered, stroking his hard cock. “I’d call you my love.”

Russell felt his cock stir into life, hypnotized by the sensuality of the scene he was witnessing and freed himself from his pants. The marquess had never said anything about this; about the woman from the painting coming to life like the marquess himself had. And what a woman she was. From this vantage point, he could see the insides of her white thighs and the swollen, dark red lips of her sex, her glistening fingers pumping in and out. Suddenly, he knew why Frederick wanted her. She was one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen.

“My love.” The words filled her senses and she gazed into the depths of his dark eyes. “My love.”

“Yes, my lady.” Rik spoke the words of his heart. “My love.”

“Oh, Rikard.” Her fingertips latched onto her nipple and pinched, pulling at the same time she thrust her fingers into her dripping snatch. “Oh, I’m so close.”

“Cum with me, my princess. Let me hear you cum.”

“Oh, oh, oh, Rikard! Oh, yes!”

Russell grabbed onto the door jamb as his cock jerked, emptying four thick squirts into the palm of his hand. The connection between the kid and the woman was so sensual that he could almost taste her essence. He slowly backed away from the door and crept into the kitchen, cleaning his hand on a dish cloth. It was obvious that there was much more to this story than just the simple theft of a painting and Russell was going to find out what was going on before he gave the portrait to Ravenstone.

“Oh, my angel! I’m … “

“Please. On my breasts.”

“Angelica!” He couldn’t hold back any longer. His skin tingled and a deep, delicious throb seemed to start from the base of his balls and rumbled up his stalk. “Oh, my love! Here I cum!” His cum jetted into the air and landed in a solid line across her breasts. He heard her gasp as the second shot caught the bottom of her chin and the third across her nipples. Rik lay there, trying to catch his breath as he watched her lay back and rub his jizz into her soft skin. Then, she took two fingerfuls of his cream and iced her lips with them.

“Rikard, watch me.”

He could barely stand to watch as her tongue slid tantalizingly along her soft, pink lips, lifting the pearly cream and taking it inside, swallowing it with a shy smile. He felt his limp prick stir at her demonstration and closed his eyes, sighing in contentment. “You are too much, my sweet angel.”

“Will I be too much tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow? That soon?”

“Actually, the day after tomorrow at one in the morning.”

“You won’t be too much for me, angel. Believe me.” Rikard pulled the sheet over himself, tossing it over her. “I can’t wait until tomorrow.”

“Neither can I, dear Rikard.” Angelica’s voice grew soft. “I’ve been waiting for you all my life and nothing is going to stop us now.” She arose, her translucent skin glistening with his cream and her hair in a tousled mass around her dainty face. “Nothing.”

Russell managed to slip back out into the hallway, his mind filled with his confusion but his eyes filled with the naked image of the ghostly Lady Hawthorn.



Portrait Of A Lady Ch. 03



The Marquess of Ravenstone roused himself at first light and glanced down at his hands. He had posed for the portrait with an expensive Indian rug beneath him and now, he could barely see it. He was becoming flesh. At one o’clock, after midnight tonight, he would be whole. And he would have Angelica. For there was something about the apex that she didn’t know about. Once every sixth apex, the woman would be fertile and there was a possibility that she could become pregnant. That’s what he wanted. He wanted to bed her, break her and impregnate her with his child. Then, he could put his plan into motion.

“Russell!”

He stroked his kid gloves and smoothed the edges of his mustache down while impatiently awaiting his servant. When the man finally strolled around the edge of the frame, the marquess was not pleased with the look of satisfaction on the man’s face.

“You called?”

“Where have you been? Why did you not awaken me when you returned home? Do you have the portrait?”

Russell just listened to Frederick’s ravings, warming the brandy as he swirled it in the snifter. It was a little early for a drink but he figured that he deserved it. Something told him that his untenable position was going to have a major change.

“Why do you want that painting so badly?”

Frederick stared at Russell for a long time, speechless. “I told you why.”

“You told me something but I don’t think you told me everything.”

“I told you what you needed to know.” Frederick spat haughtily, stepping out of the painting and sitting on the chaise. “Nothing more.”

“Well, you’re going to have to tell me the whole story.”

“Mr. Russell, I did not pay you nearly a million dollars to be my confidante. I paid you to retrieve that painting!”

“Yes, that painting. A painting of a woman, right?” Russell refilled his glass, stalking around the chaise and making the marquess nervous. “Just a woman?”

“Yes. Just a woman. A very beautiful woman, nonetheless, but yes, just a woman.”

“Then why is it that when I looked up your history on the Internet, her name was linked with yours?”

Frederick laughed. “I don’t even know who she is. I only know that she is the same as me.”

“Yes, the same as yourself. She possesses the same ability to leave her painting at certain times just as you do. Tell me, marquess, how many others are there like you?”

Anger colored the marquess’ angular features. “I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. There are only three portraits painted by Hosley. That’s who you used, wasn’t it? Vertis Hosley, painter and practitioner of the white arts? You gave some of your blood to be added to the paints, didn’t you? And you submitted the final portrait to him for blessing?”

Frederick heard Russell’s words but his mind was swirling with a question. A third painting? “Yes, I did.”

“Would it surprise you to find out that the portrait you want so badly is also one painted by Hosley?”

“Is it really?”

Russell didn’t buy the expression on Ravenstone’s face. “But you already knew that.”

“No, I didn’t!”

“Of course you did!” He sized up the marquess with a practiced eye. “Because that wasn’t the only coincidence I found.” He paused for effect. “It was very interesting to find out that the young woman, the beautiful young woman was your intended.”

“What difference does that make?”

“A lot.” Russell sat down across from Frederick, glaring at him with the attitude of a constrictor. He had the upper hand and he was going to make sure that the marquess didn’t forget it. “Why is it so important that you consummate your relationship with this young woman?”

“She’s my wife!”

“Not quite, Ravenstone. You married her on her death bed. She did not utter the required words back. Then you bribed the minister to make it official. Lady Angelica never became your wife so why is it so important that you fuck her?”

“Sir! Your language is most un – “

“Can it, marquess! This is the twenty-first century and fuck is the right word to say. After all, you’re not going to make love to her. She was the one who broke off the engagement, wasn’t she?”

“Mr. Russell … “

“Wasn’t she?”

Frederick huffed angrily. “Yes, she was the one who ended our betrothal.”

“And she was poisoned not too long afterwards.” The man remained silent at that question. “Does this sound familiar? ‘If I can’t have her, no man will?’”

Frederick threw a black look at Russell. “What is it that you want?”

“I want the woman. Angelica. I want her virgin blood on the head of my prick.”

“That is for me to own, sir.”

“Not after what I saw last night.”

This made the marquess sit up in his seat. “Last night? What did you see?”

“A nice pair of breasts, just perfect to tit-fuck. A sweet mouth with a tongue that’s just perfect to cum on and her pussy … “

“Sir! I’m afraid I must ask you to cease with those filthy … “

“Her pussy was ripe and red like a melon.” Russell licked his lips. “And I bet it tastes just as sweet.”

“You go too far, Russell!”

“I saw it, Frederick. I watched her shove two fingers into her pussy and cum, Frederick. And the kid … “

“The kid! She wasn’t alone?”

“No, she wasn’t alone.” Russell was beginning to enjoy himself. He swallowed most of his brandy and grinned at the irate marquess. “Your precious Angelica has a lover.”

“A lover?!?” Russell gauged the change in the marquess. So he had wanted Angelica for himself but was it out of revenge or something else? “She can’t have a lover. Not yet.”

“Not yet because she’s not solid, either. Right?”

“Correct.” The redness of the marquess’ face let him know just how deeply his news affected him. “That’s why it’s imperative that you get that portrait. I am the only one allowed to be her lover!”

“And why is that?”

“Because she’s my wife.”

“Was your wife. We already discussed that, Frederick. Are there any rules that say that only you can have sexual relations with her?”

“No.”

“Then most likely, she’s going to have a new lover tonight.”

Ravenstone bit his tongue to keep from roaring in anger. All his plans were going wrong. “Russell, you must get the portrait for me tonight.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“What? I don’t know what you mean.”

“You know exactly what I mean, Ravenstone.”

“Getting greedy, are we?”

“Getting? No. I’ve been greedy for a long time.”

“But I already gave you money.”

“Yes, you did, but I want something else now.”

Frederick glared at him angrily. “And what, pray tell, is that?”

“I want the woman, Angelica. After you’ve finished with her, I want her for myself.”

“You can’t have her.”

Russell threw his head back and laughed. “You have no choice, marquess.” He bit the title off with a sneer. “I’m in the driver’s seat. When you’ve finished fucking your little morsel, I’ll be next in line.”

Ravenstone arose and returned to the painting, exhausted from the energy he’d expended and settled into his painted chair with a huff. “Get the painting.”

Smirking into his snifter, Russell turned towards the portrait. “And Angelica?”

“You may have her after I’m finished with her.”

The marquess watched the man leave and grabbed an apple from the still life bowl at his elbow, biting into it so hard that his teeth clicked together. He hadn’t foreseen this problem but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t handle it. He smiled evilly. 

Oh, yes. He’d handle it.

*****

Vertis Holsey was getting old and he knew it. His once elegant hands were now knobby with arthritis and his hip gave him pains when the weather changed. So when the lovely vision in white floated into his studio, he wondered if he had quietly died and that this angel was here to escort him to his maker.

“Hello, Vertis.”

A huge smile spread across his dark features. “Hello, Miss Lady.” He’d always called her that. “I never expected to see you again.”

“Yes, you did.” She gave him a knowing smile as she took the chair next to him and took his hand. “You know everything before it happens. I suspect that that was why you agreed to do the special painting for me.”

Vertis shook his head. “You were always so smart, Miss Lady. I don’t know how I ever got things by you.”

Angelica smiled. “You were the smart one, Vertis. You were the one who knew that I was going to die.” Her voice got small and fragile. “And you knew that I could come back.”

“Yes, I knew.” He shook his head again. “But I should never have done that picture for your intended.”

“Sshh.” She put her arm around his shoulders, laying her head against his and giving him a gentle squeeze. “You didn’t know he was responsible for my death.”

“No, Miss Lady. I didn’t. If I had known … if I had thought that he would do that … “

“Vertis, you told me a long time ago that sometimes there were holes in the visions you saw.” She patted his hand, covering it with her own. “I know that you would have saved me if you could have.”

Vertis swallowed past the orange-sized lump in his throat. “You were always so kind to me, Miss Lady. I would never have allowed any harm to come to you.”

Angelica blinked past her tears, trying to steady her voice. “I know, Vertis. That’s why I’m here now.” She took a deep breath and calmed herself. Time for the leap of faith. “You do know why I’m here, don’t you?”

Vertis smiled, nodding. He had never had so lovely a model for a portrait in his life, especially not one who was titled. At first, he had been concerned that she would be disgusted by the poor state of his home and studio, but she hadn’t cared. In the thirteen visits it took to complete the preliminary part of the painting, he had boards to repair his flooring, a new rug for the living room area and a set of pigments from Paris, France. 

And even after the portrait was done, she still came to visit, bringing him hot tea and cookies and books that she thought he’d be interested in. He wasn’t sure how to react at first. He’d never had a beautiful woman as a friend. Angelica had proven that she cared for him and he was grateful for her friendship. So when she asked for the portrait, he couldn’t deny her. And when she asked for his special service … 

“Yes, Miss Lady. I know.”

Her smile was sincere albeit it tremulous. “And I hope you know what I’m here for.”

Vertis stood and strode to a storage room of his studio, yet another boon from serving her. He lifted the framed painting that he’d kept for nearly 10 years and tugged it into daylight. Sheets of dust melted from its face when he blew on it and realized that his vision had been unerringly true. He had been terrified when he’d had the vision; now, he was downright petrified because a life-or-death decision had been involved in the dream. Her life or her death.

“Here it is.” He held up the canvas and couldn’t help the tears that ran down his face. “Is this what you’re looking for?”

“Yes, Vertis.” Angelica arose and took the framed painting from his grip. “It’s perfect.”

*****

They had agreed on this. Angelica sat in a cushioned chair, just inches from him, naked and with a leg draped over the arm. Her reddish-blonde curls glinted in the candlelight, cascading over pearly shoulders and hiding the rosy tips of her breasts in shadow. Her long fingers threaded through her shorter curls, casually sliding over her rising clit and lazily slipping into her heated and well-moistened canal, keeping herself prepared for him.

Rik was seated on a chair opposite her, careful not to touch her but as close as he possibly could be. His dark wavy hair was loose, framing his handsome face. One of his muscled arms lay on the chair’s arm, the other was moving slowly, attached to the hand that leisurely stroked his thick tube of meat. The pre-cum glistened in the candlelight, steadily pumping from the large slit and he liberally lubricated himself, using the slick juice to his advantage. 

It was almost time. He could no longer see through her flesh. She was becoming solid, just as she had promised she would. Both of them had been so excited to see her wet footprints on the floor after her shower just minutes earlier. It signaled just how close they were to becoming one and instantly added to the sexual tension that already polluted the atmosphere. The apex would last for two days and both wanted it to be two days of nothing but sex. Rik had rented the hotel room so that they would not be disturbed and had selected one with a kitchenette and had laid a good store of food in so that they wouldn’t have to leave. They had agreed that they wanted nothing more than to spend the entire time in each other’s arms.

The clock on the mantel gave a sudden, loud click and a melodious chime echoed through the room. Angelica’s heart thumped painfully in her chest, her eyes locked to Rik’s, almost fearing him as he stood, pushing the chair back and extended his arm, silently asking for her hand. She stood, shakily at first, then took a steady step forward, raising her arm and letting her hand slowly fall …

*****

Frederick was perfect. It was nearly one o’clock and he had scrubbed and preened himself until he was the perfect masculine idol for Angelica. He knew that she would be angry with him, but he knew that once she saw his shiny, golden hair and his spectacular body, she’d forgive him for having murdered her all those years ago. 

Russell had bought him a set of silk pajamas and he donned them and pulled the chaise in front of the portrait, his mouth dry while his shriveled prick awoke and lifted, filling with blood. Finally. Ravenstone took a deep breath, trying not to giggle like a silly child as he awaited Angelica’s arrival. She would be so surprised to see him awaiting her instead of that … that … kid. He gave a loving stroke to his cock, licking his lips and thinking about the sweet payoff that lay ahead: Angelica supine below him, her pussy wide open and sopping wet as he plowed into her, breaking her precious hymen and pumping her full of his seed. Her untried womb would accept his offering and soon, a child would grow, his child and with that, he would achieve his greatest dream. Immortality.

The alarm clock rang, a single solemn note and the beautiful woman on the canvas began to awaken and move. Her luminous eyes fell upon him, shining with love and concern. She gracefully stepped out of the frame, her dress billowing behind her. 

“You’re here. You’re really here.”

“Yes.” Ravenstone could only watch as she approached him, kneeling between his legs and gazing at his drooling meat. “I didn’t mean to kill you. Can you forgive me? All I want to do is love you and make a child with you.”

“Oh, Frederick! I know that you didn’t mean to kill me.” Her voice was strange, different. It was Angelica’s voice, but not quite … he didn’t know what it was but something … something wasn’t right.

“Uh, Angelica … “

Her smile was sweet as she licked her lips, edging closer to his stiff prick. “And remember all those times that you forced me to suck your cock?” Ravenstone remembered. Angelica had hated to suck his cock but he forced her to learn to like it. She had even learned to allow him to face fuck her, vomiting only twice during their daily sessions. He had even liked the vomit, too, especially when he forced her to continue sucking.

“Yes, I remember.”

“I’ve learned to like it now.” Without another word, she bent and took his aching tool into her mouth, her tongue roughly lapping at his head and swallowing his thick stalk.

“Ah, yes.” His breath left in a stagger from his lungs accompanied by a delicious shudder. It had been a long time since he’d had his prick sucked and an even longer time since it had been his intended. It made it all the more exciting because it was her. She belonged to him and she was finally where she belonged. On her knees, enthusiastically servicing him. He felt her tongue working its magic on him, moving around the head and slipping along the ridge. “Suck harder.”

An involuntary groan escaped his mouth as she increased the pressure. His balls tingled when she took his entire length into his mouth and her soft lips touched his sac. He liked the feel of that and as if she could read his mind, she briefly left his stalk and licked his nuts, sucking them into her mouth and running her tongue over them. Quickly, she returned to his cock, sucking hard on it, bringing him closer and closer to the edge until finally,

“Ah, yes, darling. Yes, just like that. Oh, here it comes. Swallow my seed!”

Stars burst in his eyes as he exploded into her mouth, squirting down her throat and into her belly. He watched her cheeks bulge out, then flex as she swallowed his sperm, struggling for a moment with the size of his load, then easily accommodating the subsequent squirts. He was so proud of her. She didn’t miss a drop.

“My turn.” 

Frederick heard her whisper but ignored it. A woman’s pleasure didn’t matter. He was very surprised to find himself on his back, reclining on the chaise with Angelica perched on his chest. “Angelica, get off of me.”

“No.” She moved up, pinning his arms with her legs and pulling the hem of her dress up to expose her musky patch. “You’ve never cared to take care of me. You’re going to take care of me now.”

“Angelica … get off!”

“I intend to.” She dropped her muff directly onto his mouth, rubbing her wet slit across his lips. The marquess squirmed and she reached back and grabbed his now-limp prick. “Now suck me or I’ll wrench it off.” He had no choice but to obey her. He stuck his tongue out and tentatively tasted her. It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t something he thought he could learn to like. No matter. He only had to do it this once. 

He worked his tongue into the slimy slit, closing his eyes and licking up and down, up and down. Her sighs and moans told him that he was doing well but something changed a few seconds later. At the top of her mound was a tiny bit of flesh that now grew. At first, it was the size of a raisin, then a grape and then with great horror, it lengthened, pressing its way down his throat and threatening to make him gag. Her angelic face only bore a smile.

She sat back, pulling her thick length of cock from his throat, leaving him gazing at her with confused, wild eyes. “Do you like my cock, Frederick?” He looked down and saw that somehow, her slick slit had changed into a man’s cock and two furred testicles swayed just below. Meeting her eyes, he nodded negatively, receiving her smile. “Well, too bad. You’ll have to learn to like it … “ She straddled his face, rubbing pre-cum across his closed lips until he gasped in indignation. Her thick cock slid into his mouth and she flexed her hips, driving down his throat. “Just as I did.”

Frederick’s choke of despair went unheard as Angelica began to face fuck the Marquess of Ravenstone with vengeance.



Portrait Of A Lady Ch. 04



Her hand touched his.

There was a long moment as both waited to make sure that she was still present and when that moment passed, Rik released her hand and in a seemingly comical move, turned towards her and gave his love a deep bow filled with restrained passion and fathomless respect. Tears sprang to Angelica’s eyes at his gentlemanly bow and she replied with a feminine curtsy, raising her head to smile into his eyes. Rik offered his hand and pulled her close to him, embracing her and pressing their flesh together.

“Oh, Rik.” She couldn’t help her tears. She had waited a long time for this moment. Each day of the two years that he had visited her portrait in the shop, she had longed to be with him. She had listened to his words and had heard his loneliness and his pain. Now, she could touch him and ease his loneliness and pain and his touch in return would heal her wounds.

Rik didn’t know what he wanted to do first but he reached out to wipe her tears away, lightly pressing his lips to her wet cheeks, her button nose and finally, her mouth, claiming her for his own. She tasted like the pear that she had eaten for dessert and Rik couldn’t seem to get enough of the taste of her. Her lips parted easily for him and his tongue slid inside her warmth, loving the silken feel of her mouth against his. She was so soft, her lips like pillows beneath his rough ones and her teasing tongue made his blood pressure rise, the heat enflaming his face.

Angelica melted against Rik’s hard body, enjoying the rasp of his chest hair against her nipples and the blunt prod of his tool. Her heart leaped when he picked her up, cradling her in his arms as he carried her to the bed, never breaking the deep kiss that they shared. His tongue tickled her gums, gliding along her teeth and stroking the soft inner flesh of her cheeks. 

Rik reluctantly moved from her mouth to her ear, inhaling her gentle scent and nibbling the tender shell of her ear, pausing to suck on the earlobe before descending to her perfumed neck flesh and collarbones. He nearly lost himself when he closed his mouth around one of her nipples and it hardened into a raspberry on his tongue. The response of her body made him shiver with pleasure. 

No one had ever bothered to find out what Rik Kershaw was all about. To the outside world, he was a nerd. No one had looked past the C++ coding and Visual Basic to see him. No one saw the work he put into his body, transforming the body of a teenager into the body of a man. His mind grew with his body but as usual, no one noticed. Even intellectual girls found him to be sexually academic. But physically … he had found his soulmate in a painting. A painting that listened patiently as he unloaded the burdens of his life and had fertile soil for his spoken dreams.

He worshipped each nipple, twirling his tongue around the pebbled flesh, then running across to the other and awakening it into hard life. She gasped, begging for the punishment, the torture of his attention and received it, writhing under the lash of his tongue. He continued his downward journey, moving across her diaphragm, then stomach, then down to the patch of short curls.

“No! Please don’t!”

Rik raised his head at the sound of her voice, stunned at the terror that liberally laced her words. “Angelica, what’s wrong?”

“Don’t … don’t … “ She was breathless with worry. “’Tis unseemly!”

“Did someone tell you that?” Her down-turned eyes told him the truth that she could not speak. “He told you that, didn’t he? What else did he tell you?”

“That sex is meant only for the man’s pleasure.”

Rik felt angry heat in his face as he moved over her. “I want you to listen to me very carefully.” He saw unshed tears glisten in her eyes and felt more anger than he’d ever imagined. “Making love is a beautiful give-and-take between two people. Not one person pleasuring himself.”

Angelica heard his words and closed her eyes, letting them seep into her heart and soul. She had spent her younger days daydreaming of a love like that. She opened her eyes and saw the sincerity in his eyes and felt the gentleness of his touch and her heart soared, reading her daydreams in his eyes.

“Will you trust me?”

Rik gave her a long kiss at her nod and let his lips wetly trail down the valley between her breasts, paused to tickle her belly button, then slowly approached her mound. He felt her body stiffen as he raised her knees, turning her fully onto her back and pressed her long legs open. He still felt the tension in her and knew that he’d have to warm her up. He moved all the way down the bed to her toes and started kissing.

A giggle bubbled up from her throat as she felt his lips move across the soles of her feet, his teeth nipping the arches. Then when he took each of her toes into his mouth, she forgot to breathe. It was so decadent and so erotic. His slippery tongue probed the valleys between her tiny toes, moved up to the ankle and then circled around to the inside of her calf. She shivered. She’d never felt anything like that. He repeated his actions with the other foot, then looked up at her with dark eyes. His look reminded her of wolves she’d seen in the woods, hungry and determined. To see that same look from him thrilled her beyond words. Oh, yes, she thought with a delicious shiver. I trust you.

He felt the change in her body almost immediately and that made him even more ravenous to drink from her honeypot but he forced himself to keep moving slowly. He kissed, licked and nipped her calves, taking her breath away when he found a sensitive spot behind her knee and spent several seconds licking and biting there. Her creamy thighs held his attention next and he attacked with long, hard-tongued licks that brought breathy moans from his lover. He licked circles into her flesh, moving closer and closer to her sweet mound, smiling briefly as her legs opened even wider. Now.

She felt the heat of his breath before the tip of his tongue reached her sensitive flesh. She couldn’t help flinching; a man knowing a woman like this was still unseemly to her. But she trusted him. The second pass of his tongue was firmer, its tip searching her seam and it trolled deeper and deeper until … 

“Oh!”

Her cry of pure, innocent delight washed over him and he inched forward, letting his tongue find the deepest of her soft recesses. Her body trembled when he found her buried pearl, lightly slipping over its skin and she responded with a loud gasp, her torso bucking under his hands. He lashed the nubbin over and over, his hands clamped onto her hips to keep her still. 

Angelica couldn’t breathe; she couldn’t catch her breath. Something was happening to her. It started as a tiny twinge, then rapidly built. Hot, buttery, slippery … she couldn’t describe it as it wound its way up her spine, sending tingling pulses across her scalp, to the tips of her already rock-hard nipples, then down, into the churning depths of her sex. She felt him shift slightly, his tongue subtly drifting from her throbbing clit to her clutching pussy. As his flexible, slippery length entered her hole, she exploded.

Rik kept his tongue undulating inside her until her cries died down and her breathing returned to normal, then moved up to see the expression on her face. A mixture of awe and happiness met his eyes and she welcomed him into his arms, pulling him down. He couldn’t resist the softness of her mouth and he captured it again, letting her taste her own essence and shivering as she sucked his tongue into his mouth.

“Please, Rik. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

He was thinking the same thing himself. The heat of her body was just too much to take and when she reached down, guiding his fat head to her weeping entrance, he thought he would burst just from her touch. She grew bolder still, rubbing the head along her hot slit and widening her legs. He leaned forward slightly and gritted his teeth as the head popped in. She was so wet and warm that he glided in the rest of the way, pausing when he met resistance.

“This is going to hurt a little.”

Angelica nodded. “I trust you.”

His mouth covered hers, his tongue curling around hers and she moaned, gasping when the sharp pain shot through her and closing her eyes against the tears. He kissed her eyelids, holding himself still until she looked up into his eyes. Then he moved. Rik had made love before but nothing had affected him like this. Her virginity was a gift beyond measure but it was more than that. It was magic. The meeting of their bodies was like silk fluttering in the breeze: seamless and smooth, lips floating across flesh, cock sliding into pussy. Capturing her mouth again, he moaned low in her throat as he felt the walls of her quim contract around him.

Angelica deepened the kiss, holding his tongue hostage and levering her hips so that her clit rubbed against him. He swallowed her cry as she came and pressed in again and again, riding the wave until she was slipping over the crest a third and fourth time. She broke the kiss this time, screaming his name as her pussy walls rippled around his stiff prick. 

Rik thrust into her quivering body twice more and erupted, filling her with spurt after spurt of cum. His body tingled from head to toe and he collapsed into her arms, nearly sliding off into blissful sleep as she ran her hands over his back.

“You didn’t ask.”

He made a humming sound, cuddling into the warmth of her body. “I didn’t ask what?”

“About Frederick. About why he isn’t here.”

He raised his head, peering down at her mischievous smile. “What did you do?”

“I went to visit my friend Vertis, who had the most extraordinary painting.” She smiled. “Do you know what’s so extraordinary about that painting?”

“No, love. What?”

“It’s an exact copy of my original portrait. Except Vertis used my döppelganger as the subject.”

“Döppelganger?”

“My shadow, my evil twin. Vertis had scraped some of its essence from this painting and added it to the other.”

“Oh, Angelica!” Rik laughed heartily. “Here I am, thinking you’re an innocent young lady and you’re nothing but a sly minx!” He touched her face, his wide smile melting into a soft grin. “I love you, my angel. You are the most wonderful thing that’s ever happened to me.”

“Then quit talking … “ She smiled into his soft eyes. “And make love to me again.”

“Your wish is my command.”

*****

Russell entered the room and just stared at the dead body. He’d never been this close to a dead body before but he certainly knew one when he saw one. But he couldn’t decide what was more shocking: the dead, ravaged body of the Marquess of Ravenstone or the beautiful woman lounging on the bed, lazily sucking on one of her nipples while constantly stroking a majestic meat pole that rose from the juncture of her creamy thighs.

“Hello, Russell.” The woman he knew as Angelica gave him a warm smile, releasing her pebbled breast and concentrating on her hard-on. “Come to join the party?” He glared at Frederick for a moment, gingerly stepping around the corner of the bed, his eyes still riveted to the body, then turned to her. 

“Party?”

“Yes. Didn’t you and Frederick arrange my coming-out party?”

“Uh, no.“

“Are you sure? I can quote you exactly.”

“No, that’s not necessary.” Russell glared at the body again, hastily rubbing his mouth. “Uh, what happened to … Frederick?”

Angelica smiled, rubbing a large drop of pre-cum across her cock and glancing down as its shiny, thick helmet. “You really want to know?”

“Uh, no. That’s okay.” Russell glared at her, transfixed by the size of the penis she possessed and wondering why he felt so strongly about taking it into his mouth. What the hell was wrong with him? He had always been a pussy man. In fact, he had begged for this, for her virgin blood on the head of his cock. Now … “Well?”

Russell stared into her eyes, becoming hypnotized by the strange beauty. For some odd reason, the idea of sex with this being was unbelievably hot. His eyes watched her hand, following the movements. “Well, what?”

“You want to join the party?”

“I don’t want to die.”

The luminous eyes bored into his. “And why shouldn’t you die? You wanted to hurt her.”

“Yes, I did.” He heard the words coming from his mouth. “I was very wrong.”

“So you don’t want her ‘virgin blood on the head of your cock’ any more?”

Russell swallowed. “No.”

“Then what do you want?” Angelica left the bed, standing in front of the tall man and searching his eyes. 

“You.”

“As I am?”

With movements that were not his own, he stared into the depths of her beautiful eyes, his hands swiftly working the buckle on his pants. “Yes.”

“Turn around.”

She was surprised that he did so, bending over and propping his hands against the wall and his submission truly made her heart leap. She never expected this. “If I take you, you will be mine forever.”

Russell trembled at the feeling of her cum-dripping cock head pressing against his virgin pucker. “Yes.”

“You truly want this?”

“Oh, yes.”

She rewarded him with a single stroke entry. He wanted to scream in pain but he bit his lip. He deserved this, he knew. He’d found his perfect woman and thrilled at the feeling of her fat breasts scrubbing his back as her cock plowed his insides. He felt every inch of her, stroking and pumping into him and his own prick hardened to granite within his grasp, now nicely lubricated with slimy pre-cum.

She would never have believed that he would have been accepting of her penis but he was thoroughly enjoying her abuse, jerking on his tool while encouraging her to split him wide open. And he knew what she was and why she was there. Vertis had never mentioned anything about having human feelings and less about what she should do about them. His body was so wonderful and his back so broad … she shivered, slowing her strokes to enjoy the carnality of the moment.

“Do you want me, Russell?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re enjoying my thick cock buried in your asshole?”

“Oh, fuck, yes!”

“Oh, God, you’re going to make me cum.” Her breath hovered at the nape of his neck. “Time to mark you as mine.”

Russell groaned in ecstasy, spraying his load all over the wall as she bit the crook of his neck. He was so turned on that he could barely move. Her tiny hands gripped his waist as she slammed into him, emptying her cum into his insides and shouting his name. They slid into a heap, Russell laying quietly beneath her, half-smiling at the pleasant weight of her body on top of his and the retreating pressure of her softening cock sliding out of his sore asshole.

“Were you serious?” He whispered, reaching out to touch her hand. “About forever?”

“Yes.”

Russell smiled, in awe at the happiness that coursed through his body, wondering why he’d never felt this before. “Then I’m yours.”



Portrait Of A Lady Ch. 05



Rik Kershaw stalked the floorboards in front of the door, wringing his hands and chewing on his bottom lip. He was so angry that he had agreed to her wishes, to have the child in the old times, that he was nearly beside himself with fear now that the time had approached. Not only was he due to become a father this night, but he was also to achieve immortality with her. Please, Lord. You gave me Angelica. Please don't let her die! He could care less about the immortality bit; he was more interested in the family he was creating. His lovely girl and a child, borne from the love they had shared. My family.

"Mr. Kershaw?" A lovely woman of small stature but arresting beauty stood near him, a taller man with reddish-blond hair just behind her. "Are you Rik?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I'm Hedda, Lady Hawthorn and this is my husband, Lucas, the Duke of Hawthorn."

Rik wondered what they must think of him. He just stood there, staring at them like a trout hooked in the jaw. They were the people in the third painting that Vertis had been commissioned to complete. With the birth of this child, they, too, would become immortal. Just when he was sure that he'd completely lost his composure, Hedda threw her head back and laughed. He was startled but he managed a shaky smile.

"Dear boy, do you know how long we've been waiting to do that?" The duke removed his monocle, collapsing into laughter so deep that he was reduced to tears. "The first time is always the best!"

Rik just stood there, staring at them and smarting as he was the butt of their joke but happy that they were so easy to get along with. He found himself easily falling into conversation with them, even as his focus was divided between their witticisms and the goings-on behind the well-hewn door.

"Angelica has been waiting for this for a long time." Duke Lucas said, sincerely staring into his face. "You've been a long time coming."

"Me?"

"Didn't you feel the pull? Did you hear her calling to you?" Hedda queried, her voice soft. "She's been calling for you every since Vertis told her where to find you."

"But why was she looking for me? Why me, exactly?"

"Why, silly boy, Vertis is your father."

Rik suddenly felt faint and had no idea how he came to sit on the low-slung couch. The duchess was lightly chafing his hands and the duke brought him a small glass of brandy, insisting that he drink it all down.

"Maybe we shouldn't have given him that surprise."

"No." Rik shook his head, still feeling light-headed. "Please, tell me ... "

"Vertis wanted a child but was never able to have one. He married three times and none of his wives ever produced any issue."

"So, he decided to paint one." The duke finished his wife's tale.

"You see, you really belong in our time, Rik, but you have the freedom to go wherever you like. Vertis made sure that you wouldn't be constrained by the painting."

Rik couldn't breathe. His father had died before he was born. That was what he had been told at the orphanage. His mother had abandoned him and he spent most of his life in different foster homes and group homes before graduating from high school and heading off to college on his own. Now, things made sense. His love for Regency-era objects, his intuition for art and his love for painting. These things he had inherited from his father.

"Can I meet him?"

"Later." Lucas patted him on the back. "He's attending to Angelica."

Just then, the door opened and a rosy-cheeked Vertis Holson stepped out, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his pants flecked with paint. "Your lady's ready."

Rik arose and smiled at the man, recognizing the same sharp line of jaw and the deep eyes in his father. "What do I do, Father?"

Vertis started at the pronoun the young man had used but easily returned his smile. "Come with me."

The birthing ceremony was to be accomplished with a laying on of hands by all those who were to achieve immortality. Angelica lay naked in the center of the bed, mouthwateringly desirable even in her gravid state and Rik found his hands drawn to her heavy, milk-filled breasts which he hefted reverently.

"She must cum at the same time the head crowns." Vertis explained, leading the duchess to a spot near Angelica's head and placing her hands on the girl's sweat-drenched forehead. The duke took hold of her feet and Vertis moved up on the right side. "Suckle her nipple and drink of her milk as she labors. She'll need the strength during the transference." 

Rik smiled down into Angelica's beautiful face, pausing to drop a fleeting kiss on her panting mouth. "I love you, angel."

"I love you, too."

Vertis' gentle voice pierced their quiet veil. "It will begin at the touch of your lips."

Rik nodded and bent low over her distended nipple, running his tongue lightly around the rosy cap before sucking it into his mouth. Angelica moaned, attempting to arch but trembled as Vertis' mouth encompassed her other. It took a few seconds before the milk began, thin but warm and filling him with a warmth that made his toes tingle. Her moans increased as Rik's hand slid over her ripe belly and found her sopping wet pussy. His fingers snaked through her thick curls and found her little clit, massaging it into life and making her pant and groan at the same time. Vertis released her teat and moved in front of Lucas, watching as the head began to crown.

"Now, Rik!"

Rik sucked hard, knowing how much she loved the pain and lightly pinched her clit. Angelica roared in climax, her body stiffening as the baby sought to make its way out of her clenching muscles. A warm glow infused the room, stretching golden tendrils out across the participants and enclosing them in its magic. Rik felt the energy slip through his skin and he returned his mouth to her nipple, laving and nibbling now. She cried out in pain and moaned in pleasure, wrapping her fingers in his hair and forcing his mouth more fully onto her breast as the baby came out into the world.

"Congratulations, son! You have a beautiful daughter."

Vertis handed the bloody, wailing baby to Rik and smiled as the younger man cradled his daughter, his tears dripping onto her cheeks. "Oh, Angelica! She's so beautiful."

Angelica gave a weary grin, then slid into the land of sleep.

* * * * *

The manor was beautiful. Hedda knelt and worked her trowel into the earth, planting flower seeds and smiling happily at her husband who was lounging in a nearby chair and reading the newspaper. Vertis and Rik sat next to each other, talking and watching Angelica and the three children as they played Ring-Around-The-Rosie. Margaret, the oldest, had lost her front tooth two days earlier and could whistle like the wind. Nicholas tried not to trip over his feet and Vertis James giggled uncontrollably, clutching his baby rabbit.

"Well?"

"Well, what?"

"Are you happy?"

Rik weighed his father's words as he surveyed the members of his family. He had no need of money since Vertis had made it easy for him to skip through time and make investments that came to fruition. He was happy to have convinced all involved to return to present time and had spent endless hours acquainting them with the world via the Internet, which his father absolutely adored. 

He had more than he'd ever imagined having: a father, a wife, children and his wife's parents. And then he turned and smiled at the portrait that hung in a special alcove, protected by the porch's overhang. 

The new Marquess of Ravenstone, Patrick Russell, sat at the feet of his wife, Angelica's beautiful shadow. Vertis had christened her Angelina and was amazed to see that his powerful white magic and Russell's love had changed her as well. They lived happily in the castle, their lives almost mirroring Rik and Angelina's except for the absence of children. Since the last apex, he had noticed a distinct thickening around Angelina's middle and Russell was always gazing at her as if she was a goddess. He knew that look was reflected on his face, his eyes softening as he gazed upon his wife, catching her eye.

"Oh, yes, Father." He put his arm around the other man and smiled even wider. "Oh, yes."