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When Worlds Collide

By: DangerKat



The morning had crept up on the world on it's usual cat-silent paws, tip toeing over the horizon after walking in paints of amber, rose, and lavender hues. Nature spread the paintbrush dawn and smeared the pastel palette into the coming day, sneaking through the bedchamber window and going unnoticed by the prone figure in the bed. Darkness fled the oncoming dawn in a slow retreat, fingers of grey stretching through the diaphanous curtains drawn over the wide panels of glass that revealed motes of dust meandering along on a lazy agenda. Satin whispered, teasing the dawn with the hush and gasp of drawn breath as the room's sole occupant twisted in the confines of silvery cloth caressing silken skin.

Silk murmured against satin, tuned by a soft sigh as the morning gently tapped at a sleeping mind, entreating it to enjoy the glory of nature's splendor. Silvery satin gave way to the struggling of consciousness soon as the occupant rolled on the feather mattress cradling sinuous flesh tenderly and pulled away to reveal the sharp contrast of color. A bare arm hung limp from the side, willowy limb nearly scraping the knuckles of sculpted fingers over the pristine white of the marble floor. Wiry muscles corded the sculpted arm to form the delicate curve of a shoulder ending in the sharp turn of the bone underneath flesh and gave way into the valley of a slim spine, arching low until the sheets obscured the eye, but not the curves. The skin was painted like midnight silk, pitch lining the twists and turns of living flesh that stood out blankly against the shimmering cloth that seemed to outline the plump curves she was blessed with from behind down toned legs that had managed to sneak the curled fold of her knee out from underneath the sheet.

At the crest of ebony flesh was a crown of luxurious waves that nearly matched the bedclothes in the color of glistening, new fallen snow. Blackened ears pinned back the wisps of curls as they came to sharpened points, just like the rest of her features. Elvish cheekbones were set high, brows a thin line of silver-white in a sea of darkness over dusky lashes that fluttered against her dark cheeks like smokey butterfly wings in a breeze. A thin silver chain wound around the slender throat of the dark sleeping beauty, the rest obscured by her position. Plush lips parted, their hue as dark as the rest of her with the slightest violet tint, a flash of pink slithering out to moisten their dried surface. The dark elf, Sherridan, was the picture of sensual serenity in repose, with her pristine hair spread in wild disarray over the down pillow as if winter had come to her bedroom while spring danced merrily outside her window. The oaken headboard loomed over her head darkly, spreading over the wide span of bed that she called her own for the time being, and framed her with carved nymphs and satyrs, vines of wine grapes and leaves so detailed they seemed taken from life and impressed upon the wood. 

The furniture in the rest of the room was much the same, ornately carved oaken desk, set in meticulous order. Quill pen and inkwell, parchments, and a black tome with etched silver runes, were positioned neatly there. On a rack nearby hung a pressed robe that could have been a cardinal's. Indeed, it was a priest's robe with the high necked collar and severe cut of long sleeves ending in the low sweep of a skirt, but it was devoid of color except for the purest black. At the skirted feet of the priestly robes, a beltpouch was neatly folded, it's contents organized inside and well hidden from the prying eye. Whereas this rack held only attire, the next rack held weaponry, displaying the finely crafted steel of a shortsword made by Elven hands. Its etched metal swirled from tip to hilt, and the edge honed razor sharp. Hanging from a peg underneath was the wound length of leather, scaled from end to tip where it finished off in a set of deadly barbs that hummed with their own energy, a hunger for fresh blood. On the next peg beside it was another wound length, this one of deceptively slim chain links and rods that had a hum of their own, thriving on battle. 

For a creature bred underneath the world, this was odd surroundings to be found in. However, much of her recent life was far from the normal lives of her kindred beneath the earth. Blanketed in velvety darkness, the world of the dark elves was filled with intrigue, espionage, and murder. The constantly shifting balance of power roiled like a tidal wave flows just underneath the surface of the ocean until it crests upon the beach with all it's destructive glory. A society bent on absolute chaos led the hand of anarchy in slim hands, where the red glimmer of eyes knew no shadows and the methodical plotting for conquest knew no ends. From birth, every dark Elven child was drilled to hate the surface world, the bane of the sun burning into their sensitive eyes and the rest of cultured civilization never understanding the power and glory that was in their home of eternal night. Hate was reviled with hate, tempered by violence with the utmost control to find the most efficient means to the end, to power. In the dark of the world, where the sky was jagged stone, one house over threw the higher one for social status, or failed and was completely obliterated. 

One such an occurrence set the cogs in motion for a unique life of servitude to the cloth hanging like a dark figure, dormant and waiting for her to awake. In a failed raid, her lesser house was washed with the blood of nobles so that no witnesses could petition for retribution. Plundered, then burned, the house fell to the might of progress and the law of the Beast, the weak shall always fail. Were it not for a single nursemaid fleeing the carnage while the bloodlust of the soldiers was tempered by rebuttal, Sherridan would have met such a grisly fate. It seemed Chaos had other things in mind for her.

Her first memories were of the lodge, a dark castle in a niche of the city that was rarely visited by anyone else, no wayward traffic passed its doors that were knit with bone with intricate, almost loving, care. More like it scrambled up the parapets, melding with stone to create morbid works of art with practical applications. These light fixtures holding globes of faery fire cast an eerie blue glow dagger edged fence of bone encasing the grounds, house and graveyard all. Here is where the dead were brought, no matter what causes and no questions ever asked. There was no better way to dispose of an unseemly corpse than to give it to the Necromancers and the Necropriests alike. Surrounded in tomes of pressed flesh and bound in artistically crafted bone, she read the pages scrawled with the fluid Elvish script in blood ink. The secret realm of spirits opened up underneath her fingertips, hungry for the untold knowledge of ages for there was no better bastion than the mind of the finest long since left their mortal coil. She studied tactics with the finest generals, those who died in their sleep and those who died in their glory ... philosophers who had nothing better to do than to churn their spectral thoughts and refine their theories, music and math, science and sorcery. Last of all, she learned the fine art of torture, from long dead practitioners and recipients both, revelling in the creativity and purity of pain. 

Yet, Sherridan's life would be drastically changed a bare century and a half into her service and research, when she was whisked away from her home to save another. A most ragtag band of vagrants from other worlds joined her in this quest, stolen from their lives for the need of the this one. Outfitted with weaponry and augmenting their armor, the band were called The Chosen, and sent off to obliterate the scourge of the land with their own meager talents. None of them knew where she came from, and she knew none of their homes either. They were not bound by the compunctions of racial hatred or society disdain. They accepted her easily, giving her free reign to use her talents with the spectral world and the more corporeal one. This is how she met Michael, servant of the wind and rain, of fire and earth. His emerald eyes pierced her wholly, cutting straight through every boundary she'd ever erected as easily as a blade would through silk. How she tormented him by carving the trees, burning leaves with her command of fire and he always retaliated with his bladed tongue, scathing comments that hurt more than she dared admit. The most reluctant heroine bucked and fought at every chance, but when the opportunity for salvation came in the form of an invitation to the Dark, she fondled the knob but did not open the door. 

Daylight caressed Sherridan's possessions until they were in the full, rich golden glow of the morning and she sighed, twisting again in her bed trappings until it had revealed more of her slim, ebony legs. Not unlike her surface kindred, her limbs were built long and slender with delicate bone structure and inherent grace, but the comparison ends there. While her racial cousins were willowy nymphs of the woods, slender and athletic, the dark elf was graced with voluptuous curves for a more carnal society. Churning the sheets with some unknown dream, she rolled again to her back, and the plump mounds of femininity bounced gently with the motion of her body, the rest bared by her tossing and turning. Fingers splayed over the flat span of her belly, silken ebony skin concealing the work hardened ridge of muscle underneath. Lips parted again, sucking in a gasp that gave her dark breasts a bounce, crested with hardened nodules of pitch as her hand slid over the pliant flesh to invoke a shiver. Broader hips led to sculpted thighs, parted in anticipation for the slow progression of her hand, as her heels drew back on the mattress for purchase. Those hips tilted, daylight now glistening on the thin sheen of sweat that coated her dark form, slim fingers sliding over the slicked surface to find the hairless folds of her cleft, drawing another pitched little sigh.

Those slender digits parted her netherlips to find the delicate jewel of her sensitivity, strumming the nub slowly with dream sent hands that she envisioned belonged to another. Sherridan's mind filled in with the strong, calloused hands plunging into the dewy recesses to make her body sing with appreciation. He smelled of earth and leather, sweat and sunshine, everything she was told to hate but exhilarated so very much. Her dreams supplied his rich mouth closing over her gasping one, swallowing her cries in a torrid kiss while his freed hand claimed one ripe globe, rolling the turgid nipple between his rough thumb and forefinger. It was her own hand that seized her breast, hot under her sensitive palm, and pinched the dark crest to simulate the dream's hold on her. Hungry kisses bruised her lips, angled to spear her mouth with the heady flavor of his tongue where she parried with her own, swirling and stroking in their own lover's dance. His throat vibrated with a low growl, coarse and primal as the beast flowed in his veins, spurring his need on as she answered with her own throaty purr. Passion burned her like dry kindling, licking her flesh with delicious flames that raged with her pounding pulse and her spine bowed off the bed to push her insistently close.

His name spilled from her lips, breathed to a room filled only with the new day and her own worldly goods, where neither could question her motives. Lithe figure twisted and writhed in the throes of dream induced ecstasy, her own hands mirroring the art of her lover as two fingers dipped into her honey well and spread, tickling the inner source of her delight and spreading the liquid heat over her churning thighs. Another arch balanced her on her hips and shoulder blades, soft mewling cries telling the empty chamber of her wondrous torment while her fingers pinched and plunged, drawing her ever closer to the cliffs where it would push her over the edge and into a bright explosion of pleasure. Her most sensitive flesh throbbed, aching with the need for release as her fingers worked at a near frenzied pace, so very close to that pinnacle. That is, until the spell of dreams was broken by the gentle rapping of metal against the thick oaken door. 

Shaken from her dream, confusion flooded her senses at first as she searched the room for the sound before it repeated. Glacial blue eyes swung towards the door, her lips still parted and panting as she fought for control of her body. A shiver raced the length of her spine, reminding her of what almost was and those lips uttered a soft curse in her native tongue. "A moment, please..." Sherridan replied to the call and she pushed from the bed, crossing the span of marble floor to the vanity where a bowl and pitcher waited. Cool water cascaded in a shining stream to pool in the porcelain bowl, swirling with gentle ripples as the pitcher was set aside and she cupped her hands into the bowl. Splashing her face with the water cupped in her hands, she sighed in temporary relief as it cooled her burning skin and served to slow the pounding of her heart. The shimmer of droplets etched her features as she peered through the mirror to her reflection, her icy blue eyes questioning her own dark face. Why? They said, snowy white brows knit in confusion. Why dream of Michael, of all people? 

A priest of death and decay has no reason to feel in such ways towards a priest of growth and life, do they? Sherridan puzzled over this still as she dried her face and pulled a silvery robe hanging from a peg beside the vanity. Tugging her arms through the sleeves, she pulled it over her nakedness demurely, securing it with the strap and a loose knot. Every muscle in her body screamed exhaustion, respite left in the confines of her tousled bed. By the gods, if this was something so trivial to have awakened her so early in the morning, there would be hell to pay. She would personally delight in playing every torturous trick she'd ever learned on the face waiting behind the door. 

Their bedraggled return only the night before wasn't the first of such. After every excursion into the wilds of the continent, returning it to order and peace from the ravages of the dark armies and augmenting their own strength with their help, they made their way back to the Capital City to rest and recuperate. Often times they were met with a reception once the scouts told the city that their heroes had come home, and they all smiled, waved, and went straight to bed. Many weeks before, a coastal city had lost contact with the capital, no traders coming through the mountains nor ships had set sail from her shores. Dispatched to the coastal town, the adventurers had found the city to be occupied by Minotaurs, fierce tribal beasts that walked upright with the horned heads of bulls and massive strength. Homes and docks were destroyed, ships sunk and the people enslaved, but not for long. Sherridan and the rest of the band toiled long and hard, eradicating the Minotaur forces and rebuilding their defenses. The freed populace gave everything they could to assist, and when the monsters returned with reinforcements, they were met with a formidable resistance as every available resource was exhausted.

The day was won, and the day dawned on their first day back, the least they could do is let her sleep! Raking her damp fingers through her blizzard hair, she grumbled her way across the room were the rapping began anew. "I'm coming, I'm coming..." Her tone was less than welcoming, or as excited as previously when the words held a far different meaning. Deft fingers flipped the latch and tugged the heavy thickness of the door open for her pale eyes to peer into the hall. Waiting there was the tall, statuesque form draped in voluminous royal blue robes. Silver and gold runes danced over the hems and seams, embroidered with painstaking care by the finest hands and gleaming from throat to pristine marbled floor. All was concealed, hands folded into sleeves and the folds of the robe draping over the floor in a train. All except the weathered face, donned with a long, feathery white beard that almost matched the hues of her silvery white hair, and a long drape of hair to match, flowing over his shoulders and down his back. Under a bushy set of brows, a pair of sapphire eyes looked down on her kindly, his smile hidden by the whiskers but evident in the spread of wrinkles a long his eyes and cheeks, even in the slight crinkle of his long, hooked nose. The top of her head barely reached his bearded chin.

Nilrem, the eldest sorcerer in the city, had come to pay her a visit and evaporated all thoughts of retribution for waking her from such pleasant, if confusing, dreams. Sherridan was suddenly glad that her dark skin hid her blushing well. "Good morning, Sherridan ... I must apologize for disturbing your rest." His voice reminded her of the wind in leaves, never getting above a whisper and forcing you to pay close attention to his every word. "I would have waited until later if it were at all possible."

"No disturbance at all, Nilrem, you grace me with your call." Her voice was a gentle caress of her lips and tongue, breathy tones with an arrogant undercurrent that was faintly reminiscent of a cat's. Like a cat, she was a fickle one, quick to hiss and claw if rubbed the wrong way. However, one does not greet power with the baring of teeth and she was well in her ability to tuck her paws underneath her and be diplomatic. Nilrem was the summoner that called her across worlds with the others, depositing them in their new lives that have been so richly embroiled that she could almost forget her past one. Almost. Still, Nilrem always showed her kindness, making sure the rest of the city catered to their whims and every available resource was offered. He had supplied her, and the rest of the party, with these luxuriant rooms, food and service for any need they might surmise. The darkling elf was not without gratitude. 

Nilrem smiled for her graciousness, offering a slight bow as her fist clenched the robe at her throat. It wouldn't do to be exposed before the most powerful wizard in the whole of the land. "Still, I regret having to catch you unawares, but I must let you know that a matter of great importance has surfaced and I must leave immediately." 

"Leave?" The news caught her off guard, dusky lashes batting her cheeks as she blinked incredulously. The most valuable asset to the war was leaving in these times of crisis, and why was he telling her when their self proclaimed leader, Michael, is right down the hall? "Is there something amiss?" 

"Nothing I shouldn't be able to handle on my own, Sherridan. You need not worry for my safety, and I trust that you will make the others aware of my immediate departure." He took another small bow, which she returned with her robe secured at her slender throat, and he moved down the hall, robes rustling softly in the empty corridor. Puzzled still, Sherridan watched him disappear beyond the bend and stepped out of her room. Releasing her robes, she smoothed the wrinkles and shook her head slowly, sending wispy whorls of her hair dancing over her cheeks. Never a dull day in this land, was there? 

Bare feet padded quietly over the cool floor, the robe skirting her calves as she moved through the corridor with black panther grace. Hips swayed underneath the fabric and her heart suddenly began to pound as she neared the door just a few yards from her own. Pointed chin touched her shoulder as she turned to look at the thick wooden portal of her own room, shut tightly against the outer world and inviting her to retreat to the safety of its confines. A slowly drawn breath quelled her instinct to flee and she took the last few steps, closing the distance between her and Michael's door. For a long moment, she stood there, stone still, icy blue eyes willing to see through the thick oak and into the room beyond. His door was a match of her own, carved with lifelike vines threading around the boarder of the wood with a simple latch and handle. Inky fingers splayed over the carvings, feeling the vibrance underneath her fingertips as they slid over it slowly. Michael would like the beauty rendered in these, the reverent hand that caressed the wood to revere the earth and the creatures that blessed the wood. 


When Worlds Collide



The is the sequel to  A Night at the Club by Beachguy

You are standing there embracing your wife, Diane, when you feel the sting of the riding crop upon your ass cheek. Turning to look behind you, I had to smile at your reaction upon seeing me, standing there dressed in my black corset with matching stockings and heels and of course my white strand of pearls.

"Angelique?" You asked, a perplexed look on your face.

Before you can recover from the shock of seeing me here at the club, you are both seized, cuffed and collard by the two muscled studs, who took your wife right in front of you. The last thing you see before the blindfolds are applied is my satisfied smile.

"Craig, what is going on, who is she?" Your wife asks.

"Silence." I command.

"Untie me immediately!" She demands.

"Diane is about to learn her first lesson. Never disobey me." I respond.

You become concerned when you can't hear your wife any longer.

"Where is Diane, what have you done with her?" You ask.

"Your wife has been gagged. I hope you will not be so…… uncooperative." I whisper in your ear.

Suddenly you feel the cold chain against your skin as it is attached to your studded collar. You stumble as you both are led away to your fate, which at this time is uncertain.

You are placed on your knees, hands cuffed behind your back. The blindfold is removed. The room is dark illuminated by black lights, mirrors and mattresses covered the walls. I am standing before you, my panty clad pussy inches from your face, gently flicking my whip against my leg. Your confused wife is kneeling next to you, ball gag preventing her protests.

"So we finally meet, Craig. and the game has begun, hasn't it."

You nod obediently.

I turn towards your frightened wife to rip off the blindfold. Her eyes look up at me terrified.

"It's okay, sweet thing, we are only playing a little game. If you promise not to speak unless spoken too, I may remove your gag."

Diane nods her head vigorously.

" You were correct, Craig, your wife and I do resemble each other a little bit.

Then Mako makes his appearance standing before Diane. His body is covered with oil, his skin is shiny and sporting several tattoos, he wears only tight leather shorts and boots.

"Is this her?" Mako asks.

"Yes, but I haven't had time to explain the rules." I answer him.

I then stand over you. "I must say, you show no trace of fear, expectation maybe, a certain boldness in your eyes, but I have no doubt you will break. They all do."

"Let me explain the rules. We don't have time to train her properly." I point my whip at Diane. "But she will be sold at the slave auction, which begins in about twenty minutes, unless….. you, Craig can resist…..this.

I step out of my black panties to press my slick, musky shaved, trimmed pussy into your face.

"That's it, Craig smell your mistress. Inhale my scent, be a bad boy." I taunted you. "Your wife lost control, didn't she? With those two studs, she put on quite a show, so why don't you please me? It's your turn Craig, you know you love to eat pussy."

I did a slow seductive dance inches from your face. Your eyes followed the movement of my swaying hips. My riding crop caressed your shoulders. Still you did not speak, but I could tell your were experiencing some inner turmoil. I decided to up the ante. I had Mako pull you to your feet to shackle your arms above your head, your back against the up right mattress. Now your semi erect cock was clearly exposed. 

"Craig don't you want to suck on these?" I teased you by rubbing my own protruding nipples across your lips. Your tongue soon sought out my nips.

"That's it, lick them." I moved in for the kill. My fingers gently tickled your erect cock. Teasing it, feeling it swell in my gloved hand.

"Angelique." You moaned, thrusting yourself harder against my hand, already seeking release. To prolong your agony I backed off a bit.

I could see your disappointment , so could Mako who ordered. "Get on with it, so I can sell his gorgeous wife at the auction."

That seemed to jolt you, stiffening your resolve a bit.

"Shouldn't she be trained first? She hardly looks submissive." I asked Mako.

"I wouldn't mind. It shouldn't be to hard to break her, judging by her performance earlier. We could put her on the block to see what was offered." Mako spat.

"Okay, Craig, you decide. Does he get your wife or do you keep her?" I whispered in your ear, stroking your hard dick slowly.

"Let her go and I will do anything you say." You proposed.

"How very noble." I turned your face towards your kneeling wife, so you could see Mako standing over her, his gigantic cock hard and ready. Her eyes were riveted on his massive manhood.

I turned your head back and licked around your mouth before entering it with my tongue. I was pleasantly surprised when you forcefully invaded my mouth.

I loosened your chain to let the mattress fall on the floor. Then I pushed you down on your back. You complied eagerly enough. I then climbed over you so that my cunt was directly above your face.

"Are you going to eat me now? You have to eat it before I let you fuck it."

"And I know," I continued to entice you. "That you want to slip your long, hard stiff dick into my wet, dripping, tight, hot, cunt." I breathed before I let my tongue travel tantalizingly up the underside of your throbbing prick. You answered by letting your tongue lap up my creamy lit, flicking quickly over the top before diving back down again, and again.

I rode your face, trapping you underneath me, smothering your entire face.

"Taste my pussy, eat it now!" I commanded.

`I held your throbbing cock in my hand, licking the underside from top to bottom with my wet tongue.

"I know you want to please me Craig." I un-cuffed your hands and moved over you so that my silky cunt was just brushing the head of your cock. Immediately your hands braced my rotating hips.

"Now show me, show me and your wife what a male dog you are. You know you can't resist hot tight, creamy pussy."

That was all it took for you to force my hips down upon your powerful shaft, plunging deeper, harder, faster. Behind me Mako dragged your frightened and a little excited wife towards the stage, to be sold.

You didn't seem to care now, so intent upon your pleasure. I could tell you wanted to roll me over so you could mount me, but I liked you right where you were at. I rode your cock some more until I sensed it was time.

"Oh fuck me, you male dog, pound my pussy. Harder, that's it fuck my hot cunt." I screamed.

I wished there was more time so that I could make you suffer, to see you break and beg for release. Hours of agony but….. I waited until your down stroke then grinded down upon your shaft squeezing my muscles, contracting my pussy all around it. I felt it twitch several times before it exploded, for the second time tonight.

You sat in the audience surprised how full the forum was. That bastard Mako had literally dragged your helpless wife onto the stage to expose her charms and assets to the hungry crowd. The bidding had started out lower than usual since she had yet to be properly trained, subdued, but the bidding quickly rose because of her beauty.

"One thousand dollars." Someone yelled.

"Eleven hundred." A fat bald man countered.

Jesus, this could cost a fortune you thought.

"Eleven hundred and fifty!!!!" You yelled over the murmur of the crowd.

Quote from Angelique: Males spend their first nine months trying to get out of it, then the rest of their lives trying to get back in.

Quote from Mako: All is fair in love and war, but life is a bitch and then you marry one.

Quote by Craig: I was in the Garden of Eden, so I bit the apple…..

Quote by Diane ; Umphe, uhue, whaao



When Worlds Collide



Bryson looked over toward the shuttle Endeavour' as he prepared to leave his Starship, Victory. There were just three others of his crewmen to accompany him and the Ambassador and he watched the by-play with interest for a moment. 

Ambassador Calandra was in deep conversation with Sterling. The blond Lieutenant was polite, but as distant as ever, looking to Bryson's practiced eye as though he was just waiting the perfect opportunity to make his escape. His Chief Security Officer Delaney was, by contrast, highly animated and trying to deflect Calandra's attention to him. The brunette was not deterred by the flame-haired Ambassador's apparent lack of interest. Standing and adding the occasional comment was his First Officer Enapay. 

He was leaving his Chief Engineering Officer to captain Victory in their absence. Enapay was also the ship's Science Officer and highly knowledgeable when it came to other races' customs. He was glad that Enapay's shedding had been completed before the mission had come their way. He ran his eyes over the reptilian form from the small horns atop vertically-slitted red-brown eyes to the tail that moved slowly side-to-side. He could see the silver scales that occasionally glistened amongst the others of red, orange and gold. His friend had entered mid-life and skin-shedding had been an inevitable part of that phase. He had missed Enapay's presence while the reptilian had been away.

As if aware of the silent scrutiny, the snake-man eased himself away from the other to join Bryson.

"I do not think Delaney will have any success with Ambassador Calandra," he informed his Captain. "However, nor will she have any effect from her flirting with Sterling."

"Our 'Ice Prince' living up to his nickname as usual," Bryson sighed. "I worry about him, Enapay. Apart from you and Delaney he has yet to make any real friends in the six months he's been assigned to us. He may be talented and intelligent, but he needs to develop relationships."

"He needs to discover what his own heart wishes, my friend," Enapay replied. "This is his father's dream come true, not Sterling's. This mission will be good for him, I think," the reptilian added. "He has learned some Div'kar. He is good with linguistics."

"He must be. It's not an easy language. Eyal, uh, Kab'ra Eyal has taught me a few words over the last few meetings we've had." If Bryson had hoped, even briefly, that his informality with the Captain of the Warship 'Yaotl' had gone unnoticed, the rattle from Enapay instantly told him it had not. As the reptilian could not smile, he gave gentle vibrations of his tail that represented soft laughter.

"Captain Eyal is quite a charismatic male and highly intelligent," Enapay observed tactfully. 

Bryson could not stop his smile.

"Indeed. Now I think we need rescue Lieutenant Sterling. He can co-pilot Endeavour with you. Ambassador Calandra can be seated next to Lieutenant Commander Delaney as he will be the equivalent of her bodyguard during the negotiations."

"It was an excellent tactical manoeuvre to hold them aboard a Div'kar ship. Ambassador Calandra is sending out a powerful message that she trusts Kab'ra Eyal, as the representative of the Div'kar, to act with honour and ensure her safety. Those who still oppose the Treaty between the Div'kar Empire and the Confederation will find it difficult to interfere with the negotiations when it is their own people who will protect the two Ambassadors and work towards ensuring its success," Enapay observed to a nod of Bryson's agreement.

****

Endeavour docked uneventfully aboard Yaotl. Bryson led the way from the shuttle to be greeted by Eyal and the Div'kar Ambassador Kaamil.

"Greetings and welcome to my ship, Captain Bryson," Eyal said formally to his Human counterpart. Then with a smile he grasped Bryson's upper arms "Welcome, m'sahbak, my friend," he added warmly.

"It's good to see you again, too, m'sahbak," Bryson smiled. "Permit me to introduce my companions; Ambassador Calandra, Lieutenant Commander Enapay, Lieutenant Commander Delaney and Lieutenant Sterling."

"You are all most welcome," Eyal said. He drew his lips back to show his teeth, in the way he had learned Humans regarded as a 'smile'. "This is Ambassador Kaamil who will represent Div'kar in this historical meeting."

"I am most charmed to meet you, Ambassador Calandra," the second Div'kar stepped forward and lightly held the lone female's hand.

"Thank you," Calandra smiled. Both Div'kar were tall and powerful, with Eyal the slightly taller of the two. The trail of bone nubs that reached from between their eyes to the start of the elegant curved bone-crest atop their skulls were currently deep red. It was an indication of the high levels of excitement of the two males. Kaamil's almost silver eyes seemed to glitter at her, but she noted that Eyal's grey orbs were now on Bryson. "It's been quite a long journey. Is it possible to rest awhile before we begin our work?" she asked.

"I will take you to your quarters," Eyal said. "You will have a couple of hours to rest and refresh yourselves. I have arranged a banquet in your honour following which we will have the ceremonial display of strength."

"We have up to three weeks on board Yaotl, Ambassador," Kaamil added. "I believed it better to start fresh tomorrow than instantly launch into work."

"How wonderful," Calandra enthused. "I would be pleased if you called me Calandra when we are in private," she added.

"And I am Kaamil," the Div'kar responded.

"Excellent," Eyal spoke up, snapping his fingers in an expression of approval. "Follow me."

****

Eyal showed his guests to their various rooms leaving Bryson till last.

"This is your room," he indicated with a wave of his hand," but I thought you might spend some time with me first."

"I would be honoured," Bryson nodded, following the larger male.

Eyal opened his door and ushered Bryson inside. Once the door was shut and locked, Eyal pulled the Human to him and kissed him hungrily. Parting reluctantly, Eyal's keen, grey gaze fixed upon the softly panting man. 

"A pearl beyond price," Eyal whispered, his fingers caressing the flushed face. "I've missed you, Bryson." Eyal began rapidly stripping the clothes from his lover. He lavished kisses on each piece of skin as it was revealed. All the time, the Div'kar pressed Bryson deeper into his quarters and finally onto his bed.

Bryson willingly allowed the attention, revelling in it, wishing it could be more than just two warriors sharing pleasure together. He squirmed helplessly as large hands ghosted across his chest, pausing to tickle the dark hair. Knowledgeable fingers tweaked his nipples and he groaned needily. 

Eyal started feathering kisses at Bryson's neck and his elongated tongue dropped to rasp against Bryson's Adam's apple before he sucked lightly, careful not to mark. From there to the begging nipples, biting, sucking, licking until each bud was hard and throbbing and his lover was making desperate sounds of need and want. He positioned Bryson in the centre of the bed and then took hard flesh fully into his mouth. Eyal worked the foreskin back and forth, making Bryson squirm and ball his fists into the bedclothes. The smaller Human was panting and thrashing beneath him, exciting the Div'kar even further. Eyal used his free hand to seek out his lover's sac, palming the precious orbs, rolling them gently. 

Bryson's hands petted any part of the bigger male they could reach, focusing primarily on the raised bone-crest that was a highly erogenous zone for Div'kar. When Eyal sucked him deep, Bryson's fingers dug into the powerful male's biceps and when he slid back, tonguing his slit, Bryson drew abstract patterns across the sensitive bone-crest. 

Increasing his suckling, Eyal rolled his tongue over the slick, flared crown. He then encircled the hot organ with his agile muscle sliding up and down to increasingly impassioned cries. He reached to stroke the soft skin behind Bryson's sac and, swallowing the erect flesh to the root, his throat performed the rippling motion against which the Div'kar knew his Human had no resistance. That was the final catalyst. Bryson cried Eyal's name softly and spurted into his mouth as the Div'kar milked him of all he could produce. Eyal draped his larger body over the smaller form and nuzzled into Bryson's neck. 

Gradually Bryson became coherent and smiled at the bigger male. He stared up at the Div'kar before his mouth was captured and plundered. He watched entranced as Eyal revealed his sculptured physique. There was not an ounce of surplus fat; the Div'kar was all solid muscle. His twin nipples were hard and flushed and both penises pointed unerringly at their desired destination. Bryson opened his legs wider, offering himself to the alpha male. Eyal's mouth descended on his and their tongues mated and retreated. Bryson felt the slick finger breach him, but he was so relaxed from the intense orgasm there was no discomfort. 

Eyal gently eased a finger into his Human, caressing him internally. He rumbled approvingly at the tightness and heat surrounding him. It had been too long for his liking. 

"Bryson, I want you," he husked, thrusting a second then a third finger deep within the wantonly spread Human.

"Then take me," Bryson moaned. The fingers were a delicious torment, flicking over his prostate with a lightness that was just a precursor of what he could expect. He rolled onto all-fours giving the Div'kar a sultry look from over his shoulder.

Eyal gave a low, feral growl in response. His Human wanted to be taken and he would honour that desire with all the passion he possessed. He coated his lower penis with lubricant, never taking his eyes from the prepared portal, and with one gentle, insistent push buried the head deeply inside his lover and Bryson sighed in completion. He felt Bryson contract his muscles around him and have a hiss of pleasure from between clenched teeth. His mate repeated the action and Eyal made another feral sound deep in his throat and pushed deeper into Bryson. 

His Human moaned and thrust backwards. Each time Eyal pushed forward, Bryson responded eagerly and pushed back. Eyal used his strength to snug his lover against his powerful thighs. He stretched over the rippling back and began thrusting deeply. He could feel the shivers that raced through his Human's smaller body. Eyal changed the angle of his penetration and Bryson shuddered and jolted as if struck by repeated electrical discharges. Reaching around a hip, Eyal found Bryson's straining flesh, now almost fully resurgent with the pounding of his prostate. He stroked along the length, keeping time with his rhythm, his hand slickening the hot organ with lubricant. He pushed into Bryson twice more and came in a rush, his seed pumping deeply into his lover's body.

Eyal eased from heated depths and laid his lover on his back. He straddled his Human, his own opening flexing in anticipation. In one controlled manoeuvre he sank down onto the prepared rod and gave a low groan of appreciation. He only needed to make the smallest of gyrations to ensure his twin glands were stimulated by his lover's shaft. His own channel performing a ripple-cum-contracting action he knew Bryson would find immeasurably pleasurable. He grinned down at the smaller man.

Bryson's dark hair, with its flecks of gray at the temples, was in disarray and sweat-slicked to his flushed face. The lightly-furred chest was damp and Eyal swooped forward to lick at a salty bead that glistened on his lover's jaw. He rubbed his hands over the planes of Bryson's chest, thumbing and rolling erect nipples. He growled his approval as his Human reached to pluck at his twin nubs and slid a hand to cup his half-spent sac and stroke along his still erect upper-penis.

"Come, Bryson. Ta'la ma'i, come with me," Eyal urged as he reached his second zenith.

With a moan of Eyal's name, Bryson obeyed the Div'kar, his semen erupting into the welcoming channel. He felt the hot splashes of his lover's come that branded across his chest in thick strands. He panted harshly, watching as the Div'kar eased from his sated shaft and groaned as a long, hot tongue swept imperiously over his flesh.

"I have tired you, Bryson," Eyal stated, smiling triumphantly.

"Exhausted more like," Bryson smiled back. He gave a wordless murmur of appreciation as he was enfolded to lie in Eyal's arms. 

Eyal waited until certain his Human was asleep before kissing Bryson tenderly.

"Onan is very angered with me," he whispered, safe in the knowledge Bryson could not hear. "He says I have not acted honourably with you, but I did not wish to take the chance of that I would lose even this little that I have of you. When the talks between the Ambassadors conclude, then we must speak. If only you knew just how you hold my heart in your hand, m'hab'bi, my beloved."

****

Looking around the circle of Div'kar from his elevated position alongside Eyal, Calandra and Kaamil, Bryson could see that, while some looked a little confused, most of the gathered Dj'ndi glared derisively at his choice of champion. These Warriors had probably expected Delaney to be his choice. He also noticed some of those hostile looks flickering briefly in Eyal's direction. However, either Eyal was oblivious to them or unmoved by them as he sat his eyes gazing proudly on the Dj'ndi standing in the centre of the circle.

Onan was Eyal's younger brother and one of his Lieutenants. The Div'kar warrior stood stripped to the waist, his powerful body oiled and glistening so that every movement of muscle seemed emphasised. He twirled the sta'yv in his hand with arrogant ease. The original sta'yv had been a thick, heavy, wooden shaft over six feet in length. The modern version was two feet of strong, lightweight metal with a trigger switch in the centre. That extended it by a further two feet each side as it released two thinner shafts of the same silver metal. At its extended length it was just a couple of inches shorter than the male who handled it so deftly.

"Not everyone approves of our choice of challenger," Bryson observed quietly. 

"I am aware of Sterling's capabilities, m'sahbak," Eyal murmured, his eyes not leaving the circle before them. "They will learn that I have reason for agreeing with this choice."

He glanced at the challenger selected. Sterling looked boyish in comparison to the Div'kar before him and the sta'yv was taller than him by a few inches. Eyal ignored the occasional high-pitched hisses, signs of disapproval, as the two men bowed and struck the initial pose ready to commence their mock-battle. He stood and both turned towards him.

"Za'hur Onan, Lieutenant Sterling, I expect great things from you both. Let battle commence."

The men nodded and resumed staring at each other, their sta'yvs raised high. At a shout from Eyal, their contest began.

Onan's movements reflected his power while Sterling relied on speed and agility. Both methods of fighting created a fast-paced display of strength and dexterity. Despite their focus on each other's moves, they were both aware that the high-pitched hisses slowly but surely dropped in timbre to a low rumble of appreciation. In addition, snapping fingers accompanied a particularly adept or complex series of movements.

"They're warming to them," Bryson whispered.

"As I knew they would," Eyal replied. "I am also an Am'yr and Ka'sar, Bryson. One does not become a family head and caste ruler by luck. I am in charge of many families that make up our caste. We were the biggest supporters of entering into an Alliance with your Confederation. That was an unpopular decision, too. However I fully expect to be proved as right with that choice as with this." He flashed his teeth briefly at Bryson. Such displays aroused him and he hoped to spend more time with his desirable Human before such mundane things as trade negotiations dulled his day.

Onan was thoroughly enjoying himself. He had worked out with the blond and liked being in Sterling's company. The Human wielded a sta'yv almost as if born to it, better than some Div'kar. He hoped to spend a lot more time with him. He swivelled around, aiming his sta'yv at a level between his opponent's elbow and shoulder. The blow was one that he knew Sterling would easily parry. However, as he completed his turn, his eyes locked with the shocked gaze of the Human just seconds before his sta'yv connected heavily with the blond's temple.

Sterling felt exhilaration course through him as he spun and parried adroitly. A thin sheen of sweat now glistened on his torso, but with Onan's body oiled, it was impossible to tell if the Div'kar had yet to reach that stage. He recognised the manoeuvre that Onan was about to attempt and he began to raise his sta'yv to parry the blow when a shocked sound distracted him. 

A Dj'ndi staggered to his knees in front of Sterling, inadvertently grabbing at the only thing that might have stopped his unexpected fall, Sterling's sta'yv. The blond could not stop himself being pulled forwards and down as he retained his grip on the weapon. He began to turn, just as Onan's sta'yv swung around and he saw stars as it connected soundly with his unprotected skull. 

"Sterling!" Onan's distress cry escaped his lips before he could censure it. He ignored the stares he knew would accompany his gathering the dazed blond into his lap. Let them stare. He would not forgive himself if he had badly injured the young Human.

"Take him to our medical quarters, Onan," Eyal directed, nodding his approval as his brother immediately obeyed. He was not surprised to see that both Bryson and Enapay went with them. "How did this happen?" Eyal growled, moving menacingly towards the Dj'ndi who had struggled to his feet.

"I was leaning forward to see better," Kab'ra Eyal," the Dj'ndi explained, instantly dropping to one knee and dipping his head in a gesture of submission. "I felt a hand at my back and I was propelled forward. I meant no harm to the Human, I swear."

Eyal glowered at the Dj'ndi. The powerful body was bent in a deferential position, the Warrior clearly waiting for Eyal's pronunciation. He tapped a shoulder and bent to whisper in the Dj'ndi's ear.

"You will go to our medical quarters and apologise to the Human. I put his safety aboard Yaotl in your hands. You will speak of this to no one." He stepped away from the shoulder and clapped his hands once. The Dj'ndi bowed and laid a fist against his chest before rushing to obey the man who was not only his Kab'ra but Ka'sar. He and his family would now consider themselves to be forever in his debt.

****

Sterling groaned softly as he tried to sit up and greet the Dj'ndi that Onan had allowed to approach him. He had been given pain relief by the Div'kar physician, but it had yet to take full effect.

"Za'hur Sterling, I owe you a great apology."

"It was an accident," Sterling smiled. "But apology accepted." 

The Dj'ndi glanced at his own Za'hur and Onan gave a slight jerk of his head. It was clearly accepted that the young Human should think the incident accidental. He stepped backwards to the other Div'kar.

"Is that all Kab'ra Eyal asked of you, Adohi?" Onan murmured as Bryson and Enapay gathered around the blond.

"That and to keep watch on the young Human." Adohi replied equally quietly. 

"Good," Onan replied. "Discreet," he added.

"Yes, m'Za'hur," Adohi bowed as he laid his fist against his chest. 

****

Sterling headed towards his rendezvous with Onan. Almost a week had gone by and the negotiations were going well and all was relaxed aboard Yaotl. During that time he had spent some time every day with the Div'kar. He enjoyed their time whether it was working or regular off-duty relaxation. Tonight Onan had told Sterling he had a gift for him. The thought had tingles dancing through his lithe frame. 




When Worlds Collide



"Welcome m'sahbak," Onan greeted him. He drew back his lips in a smile. He had chosen to meet the Human in one of the discreet alcoves aboard the ship designed for simply sitting and gazing out at space in a modicum of privacy and, for some, intimacy. There were several booths where up to six could gather, but Onan had ensured, with meticulous design, that only he and Sterling would be in this particular alcove. "Come, sit with me."

Sterling saw the elegant wine decanter. It was shaped like three vines intertwined and contained a rich, ruby-red liquid that seemed almost to glimmer.

"What is this?" he asked as Onan poured some of the liquid into two elegant goblets.

"Eyal and I own one of the largest vineyards of a'marbe'ris. The vines are very old and produce the best flowers, some of which are harvested for perfume and the rest mature to produce the actual fruit. We then make wine. That is my family trade. Please," Onan pushed a glass forward.

"To friendship," Sterling smiled as his raised his glass.

"To the future," Onan added as he duplicated the salute.

Sterling licked his lips appreciatively as he lowered the glass. It was rich, warming and fruity with a kick that told you it was potent.

"It tastes wonderful," Sterling smiled.

"Eyal and I were especially commissioned into service for this momentous occasion, particularly because my brother was such a vocal advocate of the Treaty. However, when this is over we will return to Div'kar and to our more peaceful occupations."

"I guess I'll just carry on aboard Victory," Sterling said, taking another mouthful of the wine. "That probably means we won't see each other again." It was somewhat of a shock to realise almost simultaneously that the thought of returning to his normal duties left him with a hollow feeing and the thought of not seeing Onan again gave him an almost physical ache.

"You could come to Div'kar," Onan suggested, his eyes riveted on the young Human.

"To visit you?" Sterling asked, tilting his head. 

"You could come to Div'kar," Onan repeated. "As my betrothed. I understand these words will come as a shock to you. In the times we have met and been together, my heart has felt such joy that I knew I was with the one to whom I would gladly commit myself."

"Are you...are you proposing to me?" Sterling asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

"Yes. I would ask you to marry me," Onan replied.

"I don't...I can't..."

"Please do not make a decision now," Onan begged. "Please think. I am sure, but I would give you any amount of time you needed."

"I think I need time alone, Onan," Sterling whispered. "I need time to think."

"I understand," Onan said softly. "I will not approach you again. I will wait for you to come to me."

"Thank you," Sterling murmured and left the booth. He did not look back and so did not see the sad, silvery, longing eyes that followed his progress until he vanished.

****

Sterling knew his request would be honoured. Onan, like any Div'kar, would now allow him to come to terms with the proposal. Until Sterling approached, or requested the company of Onan, the Dj'ndi would respect his wish to be left alone. It was true that he had found it amazingly easy to open up to the Div'kar. Something he had found it almost impossible to do with any of his comrades on Victory. He was not stupid or deaf. He knew of his 'Ice Prince' nickname and some of those less flattering, but it had never bothered him. However, now he found himself wondering just why, or for whom, he had decided to wait.

He was so engrossed with his thoughts he almost blundered into Enapay. He blushed as the reptilian regarded him with unblinking, umber eyes.

"You are distressed." The words were a statement as the Science Officer's tongue flickered briefly in the air. He tilted his head. "Do you wish to speak?"

Of all the crew of Victory, Sterling had been pleased that Enapay and Delaney had been the two accompanying the Captain and himself. He had found the reptilian easy to talk to and Delaney had proven a good friend.

"I received a proposal," he blurted before he could censure his tongue. Ducking his head to hide the blush, he peeked at the snake-man's visage. The lack of facial muscles meant the features barely changed. Instead a tongue slid from between scaled lips and Enapay's head tilted. 

"Why does that distress you? Why do you feel unworthy of such an offer?"

"Unworthy?" Sterling echoed. Examining his feelings, the young man had to admit the reptilian was right. Part of him did indeed believe he was not worthy of such a declaration.

"Who has asked?" Enapay asked softly, hoping not to scare off the Human now that he was finally opening up.

"Onan," Sterling whispered.

"Then you know he is sure of his devotion," Enapay continued. "He would not make such an offer and bind himself to you for life otherwise. If I may make some observations?" he asked, keeping his voice gentle so that Sterling would not perceive them as criticisms. He waited for a nod before continuing. "I always wished to be a Scientist. I always wished to explore our universe and so I joined Confederation Space Academy. In doing so, I have fulfilled both of my wishes. You, by contrast, have done exactly what was expected of you, no more, no less."

"I don't understand," Sterling whispered, confusion in his voice.

"As First Officer aboard Victory I make a study of all crew assigned to her. I know you excelled in your classes through school and I know you always said you were working hard as your father wished of you. I know you also excelled in the Academy's classes. I was there when you received your promotion to Lieutenant, the youngest Ensign to reach that rank. Although you were top of your class, your father showed no pride in your achievement. I saw other families, whose sons and daughters attained a much lower pass, delighted for their children, because it was their child's dream that had been reached. This is not your dream. Now you are aboard Victory and you still look to attain perfection, not what truly pleases you."

"I never gave thought to what I wanted," Sterling confessed. "I was raised to want to achieve the goals Dad set for me. I...I do feel adrift. He's talked about me reaching a Captain's rank, but I don't know..." He trailed off, looking up at Enapay with a forlorn expression. A strong hand gripped at his shoulder, instinctively finding one of his tense muscles and began a rhythmic squeezing.

"I have watched you keep distance between yourself and almost all of the rest of the crew. But I have also seen how quickly you developed a rapport with Onan and I was very pleased for you. He is certain of his feelings and you must feel something in return or you would have simply declined his offer. It is acceptable to set a time in which to agree or reject a proposal among the Div'kar. You could request a wait of a month or more in which to examine your feelings and decide what you want."

"My Dad would never want me married so young," Sterling replied, shaking his head.

"I have no care for anything your father may or may not wish," Enapay stated baldly, an ominous rattle of his tail accompanying his words. "He does not seek his child's happiness. I want you to decide what would make you happy and I do not believe it is being a Lieutenant aboard Victory or any other ship."

Sterling stared at the snake-man. He had not heard Enapay's rattle sounded in anger before. The loud drumming of the now swishing tail sent a shiver down his spine. However, it also added an emphasis to Enapay's words that no inflection of vocal sound could have more eloquently expressed. 

"Thank you. You've given me a lot to think about, Enapay," Sterling nodded. "I was surprised at how quickly I developed camaraderie with Onan, but as to anything more...I don't know if I'm ready or how it could work."

"You do not have a commission aboard an explorer vessel," Enapay said, his rattle softening in timbre. "You get three weeks off in every three months and declined your last shore leave therefore you already have six weeks leave to take. Do not place other obstacles in your way. Examine your heart and speak honestly to Onan. Promise me," the reptilian added, locking his intense stare with Sterling's azure orbs.

Taking a deep breath Sterling nodded. He had never broken a promise.

"I promise," he affirmed.

****

A soft mechanical sound drew Sterling out of his reverie and he looked around, wondering just where he was aboard the vast Warship. He had been aimlessly wandering the ship, and now realised that he was in a part of the Yaotl he had not been in before. He surmised it was near Engineering, judging from the sounds and signs, and this was one area his delegation was not permitted to enter. He quickly decided to turn back. It would be a great set-back between human and Div'kar if he was found wandering around in a forbidden area of the ship

He walked back a little and found a quiet spot in an alcove. Sterling slid down and sat on the floor which was warm, possibly from the engines. He huddled himself between the wall and one of the decorative, intricately carved archways gracing the corridors.. He closed his eyes and tried to concentrate again on the practicalities of the matter, hoping for enlightenment. Onan wanted him; that much was clear. But what did the Div'kar really see in him? 'I don't even know how to make love,' Sterling thought dejectedly. 

What did he see in Onan? He was honest enough to admit that Onan was handsome, intelligent and powerful. The Dj'ndi carried his strength easily, was charming, generous and... Sterling blinked dazedly. He had no idea just how deeply the Div'kar had gotten through his defences. He had to admit that he was attracted to Onan, but he had considered it to be friendship. Had it crossed into love? He was not sure he would know how to recognise if it had. His mother had been affectionate enough towards him, but deferred constantly to his father. Sterling had never been the recipient of affection from his father, the older man focusing constantly on what Sterling should achieve. Meeting those expectations had replaced love and Sterling became instilled with the need to attain perfection in everything he undertook. However, it also meant his emotional side had been neglected and his 'Ice Prince' nickname was a poignant reminder.

A murmur of voices drew Sterling out of his reverie. He concentrated on them, realising that sitting in the alcove, he was not visible to the two Dj'ndis who were talking quietly in the corridor. They were speaking in Div'kar but Sterling had studied the language and knew enough to pick up on the conversation. 

"Can it be detected?" one voice asked.

"No," the other replied. "The screening is working perfectly. It will not be found."

"Good. Then we are ready?"

"Yes. Within the hour Eyal will no longer be Ka'sar of his caste or Am'yr of the family. While they mourn his loss and appoint a new Ka'sar and Am'yr, we will bring a halt to this agreement."

Sterling's eyes widened with shock. He held his breath, pressing himself further back against the wall. His hand dropped to his side and he fingered the sta'yv, the only weapon non-security personnel were permitted to wear on the ship. He prayed that the Div'kar he could hear were not security or armed with something more substantial. He knew he was in a precarious position, unsure of his location and trapped where he sat. If they spotted him...Sterling resolutely pushed the negative thinking aside.

"We are ready. The explosives are set. All we have to do is detonate. We will destroy Eyal, the Human Captain and the two delegates. In the ensuing chaos our Ka'sar will take power."

His mind racing, Sterling swallowed past a dry throat. They were cold-bloodedly planning to kill Eyal, Bryson, Calandra and Kaamil. With almost painful slowness, hugging tightly to the wall, Sterling eased soundlessly to his feet. His sta'yv was in his hand, fingers ready to trigger the weapon's extension mode. He doubted he could defeat both of the Div'kar Dj'ndis, especially if they were as adept with a sta'yv as Onan. But if he could get or destroy the trigger device, he might at least be able to stop the massacre.

Different sounds came from the corridor and Sterling recognised them as fighting even as he was running ready to do battle. He took a fraction of a second to see that there were three Div'kar in the corridor, two on one. He immediately aimed for the Div'kar that held a small device that he presumed was the detonator. The third Div'kar was Adohi and as their eyes met, he saw the brief nod of acknowledgment. It was more than enough for him to know he was an ally.

The physical strength of his adversary was such that as their sta'yvs clashed, he was slammed hard against an unyielding wall with a pained grunt. With some relief he realised his attacker had little skill with a sta'yv, but he was bigger and more powerful, a deadly enough combination. With a practiced flick of his wrist, he completed an elegant manoeuvre that flipped the device from his opponent's hand. With an outraged roar, the Dj'ndi attacked him harder once again throwing Sterling back against the wall, his ribs protesting the abuse.

Not pausing, he pressed his own attack again, using speed to compensate for his lack of physical strength. He tried to keep the detonator in his view, blocking the Dj'ndi from retrieving it. Performing an acrobatic back flip, to the amazement of his opponent, he scooped up the device before raising his sta'yv to parry a blow. A cry of pain escaped his lips as a vicious blow connected with his left leg. He had inadvertently strayed too close to the other combatants and the enemy Dj'ndi had managed to force his way past Adohi to strike at Sterling. The blond kept his fist closed around the detonator staunchly trying to ignore the waves of pain and nausea that rolled over him.

The first Dj'ndi's sta'yv powered towards him and Sterling tried to parry the blow. He was at an awkward angle in which to properly defend himself. The strength of the attack jarred from his fingers to his shoulder and a blaze of agonising fire shot through his wrist into his forearm. This time Sterling dropped to his knees in pain.

"Time to die, Human," the Div'kar spat, raising his sta'yv high to deliver a strike that would crush the puny Human's skull.

"Not yet," Sterling gasped. He rolled away from the blow, using his good leg to trip his opponent. With sheer desperation, he wrenched open the detonator and pulled free the wires inside. He screamed as a blow connected with his already damaged ribs and another knocked his weapon aside. 

'Maybe I've saved them' he thought dazedly as he watched the sta'yv rise ready for a killing blow. A bright light flashed and his attacker collapsed. Then the corridor was filling with Div'kar. Loud voices, added to the melee, making it harder for Sterling to understand what was happening. He was beginning to swim in and out of awareness, pain from his leg, ribs and arm coalescing into one bright shard of agony that Sterling wanted to escape.

"Sterling." 

Even in half-consciousness, Sterling knew that voice, but now it was tinged with fear. A sound he had never heard in Onan's voice.

"Onan, they were going to kill..." Sterling gasped, trying to ensure those he had hoped to save would not still be endangered.

"Yes, we know," Onan said softly as he cradled the battered body into his lap. His promise to keep his distance ignored in his desire to bring some comfort to the hurt young Human. He was certain this would not class as a transgression. He gently prised the detonator from Sterling's fingers. Eyal and his guards had already uncovered the explosives, but there was every chance that Sterling's action had been the deciding one that saved his brother and the others from death. "Let our Physician, Mahdi, tend to you. You are hurt."

A Div'kar Physician knelt beside Onan, running a medical scanner over Sterling's body. From the grim visage, he knew his injuries were severe.

"I will administer a sedative before we attempt to move you," Mahdi said quietly. "It will be too painful for you otherwise." 

Sterling nodded and gave himself willingly into the darkness to escape the pain.

With care and tenderness, Onan lifted the small, limp form. He could not be sure what Sterling's injuries were and looked imploringly at Mahdi.

"The right wrist is broken and a stress fracture extends into his radius. There are some cracked ribs and there is another fracture to his tibia," the Physician informed Onan.

"He took some strong blows and yet still managed to destroy the detonator, Onan," Adohi added as he joined them. He looked with admiration at the battered body in Onan's arms. "I knew he was a good match for you in the ceremonial display, but this proves beyond doubt that he wields a sta'yv like a master."

"His courage and inner strength are but two of his qualities that I love," Onan said quietly. "I pray this incident does not colour his judgment over accepting me as his suitor."

"That goes without saying," Mahdi said resolutely. "Now let us take him to the sickbay."

****

A soft groan heralded Sterling's eyes fluttering open. He gazed at the splint affixed to his right hand that extended up to his elbow and could feel something similar covering his left leg. 

"How do you feel?"

"This is becoming a bad habit," Sterling's voice was dry as he gazed at the faces of Bryson and Enapay. "I feel quite numb," he added replying to the question asked.

"Physician Mahdi thought nerve inhibitors would be preferable to attempts at pain relief. Effectively any messages of pain to your brain from the affected areas are being blocked. You sustained breaks and fractures to your arm and leg. It was felt that inhibitors would allow you to rest better and so heal more quickly," Enapay explained.

A glance around told Sterling that Onan was not there and his missing presence had the blond feel a dull ache in his chest. Had the Div'kar been so disappointed in him that he was purposely staying away?

"Onan is outside," Bryson offered, guessing it was the Warrior the blond searched for. He could also see the desolate look in pained jade eyes. Enapay had spoken to him of Sterling's self-doubts after Eyal had explained Onan's proposal and Sterling's request for time alone. He knew the Div'kar would still respect that request until Sterling rescinded it, but his Lieutenant had obviously forgotten and thought Onan was deliberately staying away. "He's very anxious," he added. "He wants to see you."

"Then why not come in?" Sterling asked perplexed.

"Because you told him you needed time alone," Bryson reminded him quietly. "He still respects that, until you invite him to be with you." He smiled at the 'o' that formed on Sterling's lips. "Would you like to see him?"

"Yes, sir," Sterling replied, his eyes alighting with hope and anticipation. 

The sight of the bigger male had the dull ache recede as Onan strode purposefully towards him. However, he could see the worry in Onan's eyes. He knew the Div'kar would have been kept informed, but it was obvious that hearing of Sterling's status and seeing for himself were entirely different matters. Sterling tried for a smile as Onan's glittering silvery eyes roamed anxiously over his supine form. It gave him a warm feeling to know Onan cared.

"Mahdi said you would recover, but I wanted...needed..." 

One of the Div'kar's hands fluttered close to Sterling, but did not touch him. The blond caught it in his left hand and pulled it to his chest. It was something that seemed to settle both of them. He relaxed, the strength of the Div'kar's grip seemed to telegraph love and safety and Sterling's own grasp obviously reassured the Dj'ndi. They smiled at one another, oblivious to the knowing looks of the men around them.




When Worlds Collide



"I'm fine," he assured the bigger male. "I'll soon be up and about."

"That, young Human, is my decision to make, not yours." Mahdi approached the bed and drew back his lips at the sight of the blushing Human still unconsciously holding Onan's hand. It boded well. "If you are willing and if Onan has no more pressing duties, I am prepared to allow him to attend you as needed as I have no nurses to assist me."

"I am."

"I have not."

Two voices rang out simultaneously and Mahdi resisted the impulse to laugh as the Human's blush deepened.

"It is settled then. For now he needs rest, Onan. I suggest you get a chair and some reading material."

"Thank you, Mahdi," Onan said, giving the physician a wide grin of sharp teeth. "I will be back in moments," he added more quietly, gently and reluctantly extricating the hand Sterling still held.

"I'm not going anywhere," Sterling tried for levity, but he was very tired and his eyes were already beginning to droop.

****

Eyal lay propped above Bryson, resting on one elbow. He brushed across his lover's hardened nipple with his thumb. The sound of Bryson's breaths, coming quick and shallow, as he stared down into desire-darkened, hazel eyes excited him further. It had been close and he wanted to prove to himself they were both still very much alive, but he also wanted to show his love. Eyal kissed, slowly and languorously, while he continued stroking the smaller man's body. 

Heat swept through Bryson. He shuddered and opened his mouth wider for a deeper, more possessive kiss. 

"Eyal," he whispered. "I want you in me." 

In reply Eyal's head dipped, and he took the bud of his lover's tightened nipple into his mouth and sucked firmly. Bryson's hands caressed his bone-crest eliciting small, pleasured growls. The Div'kar's teeth gently toyed with the peaked nipple before laving it with his elongated tongue. He lifted his head, smiling at the soft sounds of pleasure Bryson was making. 

Eyal knelt between Bryson's spread legs. He reached and ran his hands down the length of the other man's thighs, enjoying the texture of the hair that covered them. As Bryson's breathing roughened with need, Eyal reached higher and took the straining erection in his hand. With one hand he applied some gel to his fingers, keeping a slow, steady glide over his lover's hard flesh with the other.

A moan of unadulterated desire fell from Bryson's lips and Eyal responded to that sound of need. He lowered his head and swallowed his lover's engorged flesh to the root. Bryson's cry rose into the air and his hips thrust desperately upwards. Eyal stroked at the spread thighs in a soothing gesture. He began to suck and stroke even as his lubricated fingers pressed against Bryson's entrance. He rubbed lightly before pushing inside, first one, two and finally, three fingers. Pulling Bryson's penis deeper into his throat, he stroked firmly over his lover's prostate and let his throat massage the hard, hot organ. 

Bryson exploded in orgasm, crying Eyal's name, his body shuddering, his hips bucking. He emptied his seed down his lover's throat, murmuring Eyal's name. As he felt the last drop of semen leave his body, Eyal covered him with his body. Pressing closer, Bryson let the Div'kar cradle his body until he stopped shuddering from the intense release. 

Unable to stop touching his mate, his own need building inexorably higher, Eyal kissed Bryson's ear, teasing the lobe with his teeth and nuzzling his neck. He gave a feral grin as Bryson slowly responded running his hand up and down Eyal's bone-crest as he emerged from his orgasmic lethargy. 

Bryson felt so adored, so cherished, it no longer seemed possible that this was just a coupling of Warriors. Taking a deep breath he locked his heated hazel orbs with those of glittering grey. 

"I love you, Eyal," he whispered, praying the Div'kar would respond in kind. He watched as the intense visage softened and warmed, the desire for release replaced, temporarily, with another need.

"I have dreamed of hearing those words from your lips," Eyal murmured, nuzzling his Human. "Can you forgive me for pretending what we shared was ever anything less than making love?"

"Do you love me?" Bryson asked, needing to hear the words.

"I love you with all I am, with all I have," Eyal rumbled against soft, warm skin. "Let me show you."

Beneath the bigger male, within the protective circle of Eyal's arms, revelling in the warmth of re-arousal stirring through him, Bryson gazed with love and lust into his lover's eyes.

"I want you in me now, Eyal," he whispered fiercely. "Right now. Come into me and show me, please." Bryson was certain he detected an affirmation in the growl Eyal released before his mouth was captured in a deep, hungry kiss. 

He was rolled so that Bryson now lay above Eyal, gazing down in to eyes ablaze with love and desire. Desperate to feel Eyal inside him, Bryson coated the Div'kar's twin shafts with lubricant. Kneeling over the bigger male he steadied himself and then found one erect rod pushing against his entrance, the other sliding into the crease between thigh and groin. Slowly he lowered himself, inch-by-long-thick-possessing-inch, until he sat fully impaled on Eyal's turgid lower penis. They both groaned their appreciation and approval. Bryson shuddered and threw his head back as Eyal purposely pushed deeper inside him. 

His Human responded to Eyal's carnal act with a deep, intense passion and need that made the Div'kar want to roar with primal triumph and lust. Instead, he let out a low, feral sound as Bryson's thigh muscles tightened and his lover lifted himself up, sliding almost all the way up, pausing at the tip, as if taunting him. Eyal snarled softly and gripped the smaller man's hips firmly, and pulled him back down as he rocked up and ploughed deeply into Bryson's body. 

Looking down at his bigger mate, Bryson tightened around him, tensing and relaxing, tormenting Eyal's flesh within him. His strong hands gripped the other man's forearms as he raised himself up and paused again, this time he rotated his hips. With an almost bestial sound, Eyal eagerly pulled him down to Bryson's pleasured cry of his lover's name. 

They moved in concert, to music only they could hear; their motions slow, deep and hard, trying to prolong their shared ecstasy. Eyal finally pulled Bryson so that they were chest to chest. The bigger male wrapped his arms around his lover and braced his feet so he could thrust hard. The position also ensured that his upper penis now had added friction to compliment that of the organ imbedded in Bryson's heated depths. Once, twice, three times, his hips rammed upwards, nailing Bryson's prostate solidly each time. On the fourth they came together. Their voices rose in harmony, an ululating wail of shared pleasure, as Eyal poured his seed, and his soul, into his lover. 

Bryson shook hard in Eyal's arms as his own release, and that of his mate's second shaft, spread wet heat between their bodies. Then he slowly relaxed to rest atop the gasping Div'kar, feeling Eyal's arms tightly around him. For many long moments, they lay together as they calmed, wrapped around each other unknowing and uncaring where one ended and the other began.

As Eyal recovered, he began to tell his Human of his home, vineyards and family. Bryson's declaration of love encouraging the Div'kar that what they had now could endure beyond their time aboard Yaotl.

"I had your name added to my family's register. No one other than my brother and the family cleric know that it is there. It is normally only added following a formal marriage, although being there grants you all rights as my spouse."

"Your...spouse?" Bryson asked, his voice showing his shock. 

"I was afraid you would consider your position as a Confederation Captain too important to want to retire, as I will after this mission is completed, to a country home. At least I could take with me these memories and know your name was in the family register even if you declined my proposal."

"Proposal? Eyal, are you formally asking me to marry you?"

"Yes."

The single word was little more than a soft sigh of air. Bryson looked down at the powerful Dj'ndi and almost gasped. Love, doubt, fear, longing, all the emotions the bigger male were feeling were displayed for Bryson to see. There was no artifice or guile, nothing but the love and desire to commit to him for life. If he so wanted.

"I can resign my commission to the Confederation at any time I wish," Bryson said, keeping his voice steady. "I have often wondered what I would find that could replace what I have, what I could do if I was no longer a Captain of a Starship. I could ask for nothing more than to be at your side. Yes, Eyal, I will marry you and you owe me an unforgettable Honeymoon to atone for registering us as married without a due courtship and before I got my proposal. "

There was no mistaking the joy that alighted Eyal's face. Bryson laughed aloud as he was flipped easily onto his back by the Div'kar who straddled his now supine form.

"I am beyond delighted, m'hab'bi, my beloved," Eyal crowed. "I will make the announcement to my family and then to the crew. I wish to share my joy with all." He peppered Bryson's face with kisses before moving lower. "As for your 'Honeymoon', I have researched this tradition and know its significance." He laughed at the undignified squawk from Bryson as he rolled his Human back onto his stomach and, putting a single palm on each upturned mound, spread them to display his glistening prize. "I had best begin to practice now."

Bryson's retort became a low moan of heat and need as Eyal's long, agile tongue penetrated him easily, its tip playing with his prostate in ways no finger or penis ever could. Practice was good.

Practice was very, very good.

****

Sound awoke Sterling and he felt his heartbeat increase. One Div'kar lay on the floor, as did Onan. A trail of blood was visible down Onan's cheek from a gash to the right of his bone-crest. His sta'yv lay on the ground beside him as a second Dj'ndi towered over the fallen male. Trying to bank down his panic and grateful that the attacker had his back to the sick-bay beds, Sterling began to ease himself to his feet, reaching for his crutch as he did.

"Eyal is a fool and so are you."

Onan looked dazedly at his nemesis.

"You are the fool, Rohak," he countered. "What do you hope to gain by killing the Human?" My Human, Onan's mind added silently. He would tear the other Div'kar apart with his bare hands to protect Sterling.

"To dishonour Eyal," Rohak replied, smirking at Onan's shock. "To show he is not a worthy Ka'sar. If he fails to protect the Human, Eyal is dishonoured and he will have to stand aside. My family's Am'yr is best placed to be Eyal's successor and with a few well-placed...discussions...I am sure would be selected. The negotiations will be stopped while the new Ka'sar is appointed. During that time, Kaamil will also be 'petitioned'. When the negotiations finally resume our caste will have a leader who is not so enamoured with Humankind and my family will have the greatest say. The reward is well worth the risk."

"If Eyal doesn't kill you, I will," Onan promised. 

"If you had not chosen to mate yourself with one of an inferior species you would live. Since you care so much for him, be assured he will join you in death."

Tensing, Onan waited for the upraised sta'yv to begin its descent, hoping he was not incapacitated beyond his ability to dodge the blow and at least put up enough of a fight to protect his Human. A shout had his heart lurch.

"I won't let you hurt him."

Quietly advancing on the Div'kar, Sterling had known he would do whatever it took to protect Onan. He was sorry it had taken such circumstances to make him realise that he was in love with the Dj'ndi and he prayed he had the opportunity to tell Onan. However, at that moment, he had to find a way to divert Rohak's attention. Steadying himself as he spoke he waited and, as Rohak turned at the sound of his voice, Sterling swung his crutch with all the strength he could muster. With his balance compromised from the cast on his leg and using his left arm rather than his right, the blow was less than he would have hoped. However it did enough to spin Rohak away from Onan, the Dj'ndi bellowing in pain.

"Sterling, no," Onan tried to deter his Human, but his heart still swelled with pride as the smaller man took a protective stance over him. Desperately, Onan tried to clear his head and began to ease to his knees, ignoring the shards of pain that lanced through his brain at the movement.

"You cannot protect him," Rohak sneered, his grey eyes boring coldly into Sterling. "You are already injured. Now your precious lover will watch you die before I kill him."

The irony almost made Sterling laugh. Onan wanted to be his lover and Sterling had kept him at arm's length. Now he would give anything to turn back the clock, to fall into Onan's strong embrace. He wanted to know, for the first time in his life, what it was to be loved and desired without anything else demanded of him except he return that love. He tensed ready for the imminent attack, hoping he could, at least, ensure Onan survived.

The brutal swing of the sta'yv went fractionally wide as Onan managed to roll them out of danger. It was almost perfect, but the Dj'ndi's reflexes were slowed from his injury and the final motion of the sweeping weapon caught the back of his skull and he fell with a groan of pain. From his dazed haze he tried to see what was happening. He felt as if his heart had been wrenched from his chest when Sterling gave an agonised scream as the unrelenting assassin swung his weapon once more. Trying to protect them in the only way he could, Sterling had raised his injured arm to fend off the attack. His precious Human collapsed unconscious, for which Onan was grateful, Sterling would not know as death claimed him. 

The Div'kar frowned as something in shades of red, orange and gold wound around the traitor's neck, the other Dj'ndi clawing futilely at the constricting coils. An ominous rattle accompanied the rippling motion and Rohak desperately swung his sta'yv. A hand in the same colours as the coils caught the flailing wrist and the sound of breaking bones rang in Onan's ears and the Dj'ndi felt nothing but deep-seated satisfaction. He watched dispassionately as the one who would have killed him, and his beloved Human, crumpled soundlessly to the floor.

"Don't hurt him," Onan pleaded as Enapay reached to lift the unconscious blond. "He was protecting me," Onan added, his voice soft with love and wonder. "It should have been me protecting him."

"You each protected the other, as it should be," Eyal said as he came into Onan's vision. 

"Your pardon, Kab'ra Eyal, I need to tend to my patient. Can you deal with the young Human, Enapay?" Mahdi asked, gently pushing Eyal aside to assist Onan to his feet.

"I can begin to remove the damaged cast," Enapay replied. I can probably reset the broken limb," he added staring at the damage done. He did not need a scan to know the Human's arm was badly damaged.

"There will be no need. I will tend Onan quickly enough and then we can deal with the little one's new injuries."

"Commander Enapay will give you a formal statement regarding your Dj'ndi as soon as we have treated Sterling," Bryson added. He watched as Eyal's security guards removed a still unconscious Div'kar and the body of the other that Enapay had effortlessly killed.

There was little else for him to do as Enapay and Delaney were better suited to medically assist. He felt a little adrift. Things had gone from glorious heights to ignoble depths with breathtaking rapidity. He blinked, surprised at the intimate gesture, as Eyal wrapped a possessive arm around his waist.

"Commander Enapay, did you consider your action appropriate given the attack on Lieutenant Sterling and Za'hur Onan?" Eyal asked.

"I did," the reptilian said levelly, meeting Eyal's glittering grey eyes with a self-assured gaze.

"So be it. I will be announcing my betrothal to Bryson momentarily," Eyal added, ignoring Delaney's shocked imprecation. "At which time he becomes under the protection of our family and caste. An attack on him, or any under his protection, is an attack on the entire caste and they, in their turn, will be mandated to offer him and his men their protection. As soon as you are able, you will make a similar announcement regarding Sterling, Onan," Eyal concluded, steering a stunned Bryson to the door. He wanted to make his announcement and get his beloved Human somewhere they could be safe and alone.

"But, Sterling has not accepted me," Onan replied, staring after his brother's retreating back."

"I have no doubts that he will," Eyal said, pausing in the doorway. "None at all."

****

Sterling had woken to a numbed arm and knew without asking that it had been broken by the force of the blow it had taken. He hoped the numbness was due to a pain block. His eyes began the valiant fight to open and Mahdi's face swam into view.

"I am pleased to see you awake, Sterling," the physician said softly. "There will be no more attacks. Eyal announced his betrothal to Bryson, somewhat overdue I might add, and his family and caste are honour-bound to offer you every hospitality and protection."

"Betrothal?" whispered Sterling, his eyes now wide open.

"It is my sincere hope you and Onan do not take quite so long," Mahdi added.

Sterling felt his blush start at his toes. He hoped Onan would still want him. Then his eyes moved to take in the sight of the powerful, male body draped over his lower body, a large hand enfolded his numb one. A wave of love and tenderness washed over Sterling and he smiled affectionately.

It seemed the trigger Onan needed. The Div'kar awoke and grinned delightedly to see his beautiful Human smiling so...lovingly...at him. He stared at the younger man, moving only to take hold of the hand of Sterling's undamaged arm, silently willing him to speak. 

Neither man noticed Mahdi discreetly slip away to await developments.

Sterling took a deep breath.

"I...I need you to know. I have no skill in making love or," he paused on a sigh. "Or even the experience of bringing sexual pleasure to another." He took another deep breath to fortify himself against the tsunami of conflicting emotions that threatened to overwhelm him: love, fear, doubt, hope. Unknown to him his eyes revealed his conflict. Then his hand was squeezed and he made himself look at Onan once more. He was prepared for laughter, or at least disbelief. But instead Onan was smiling, his eyes warm and tender.

"You are truly strong," he said, sounding impressed. "But then I knew your strength lies deep within."

"Strong?" Sterling tried for a smile. "That wasn't the word I was expecting." 

Onan shook his head, drawing back his lips to display sharp teeth in what he knew the Human would consider a smile.

"It is what you are," he said firmly. "It takes strength to remain pure. Few can maintain that goal. Amongst the Dj'ndis we can alleviate such desires by taking one who is only intended to share sexual pleasure. They are not lifemates. That comes only when there is a communion of the heart and spirit as well as the body."

"It's never been a goal," Sterling murmured disparagingly despite Onan's reassurances. "It's been a mix of plain fear and no inclination. I was too afraid of failing my father's standards until I finally passed all my exams and became a Lieutenant with a permanent place aboard Victory. Then I was so involved in doing my job well and my earlier lack of experience made me shy," he sighed again. "And...and by then I wanted it to be special, to be with someone I truly believed I would spend the rest of my life with."




When Worlds Collide



"It is still strength," Onan insisted. "Opportunity was there, you maintained an ideal."

"Humans would see it as embarrassing," Sterling countered. "For someone of my age to not have had a sexual relationship would be greeted with incredulity and pity." 

"They are wrong then," Onan said firmly and dismissively. "There is nothing embarrassing or incredulous in keeping yourself untouched. But why do you feel the need to tell me this, Sterling? I understand it is something you clearly consider a very private matter for you and difficult to speak of. I am honoured you wish to share such confidence, but I do not understand your motivation." 

"I thought you should know," Sterling whispered. 

"I thank you again," Onan said simply. "But you did not answer my question."

"You have the...right...to know. I mean, you need to know. It's only logical and fair," he stopped, seeing the increasingly confused look on Onan's face. The Dj'ndi was clearly puzzled but waiting for Sterling to make sense. He took another cleansing breath. "You need to know because my answer to your proposal is 'yes'," he finished quietly. "If you still want me," he added softly, dropping his head in expectation of a retraction of the offer

"What?" Onan asked. "Please look at me, Sterling. I wish to see your eyes as you speak to me."

"Yes. I want to marry you," Sterling whispered, his head dropping immediately once more. 

Then large, warm hands were taking hold of his upper arms, squeezing, infusing strength and heat and Sterling risked a peek through his hair. Glancing up he saw Onan, teeth bared, the bone nubs on his forehead flushed as was the raised crest at the top of his skull. Slowly Sterling raised his head. That only happened when Div'kar were excited...or incredibly happy. 

"I am...very pleased," he murmured softly. "Beyond pleased. I must inform Eyal and your Captain and repeat my proposal before witnesses as you declare your acceptance." His diamond eyes bored into the slightly dazed emerald orbs of the one destined to be his lifemate. "Are you sure, Sterling?" he asked, trying to temper his elation. "Div'kar do not discard a mate once officially bound. There is no..." he stopped, trying to find the Human word. One did not exist in his language.

"Divorce. Div'kar do not divorce, nor is there infidelity. I know this and my answer is still 'yes'. When I saw you hurt and bleeding, knowing you had been hurt trying to protect me, I thought my heart had stopped. I would have done anything to have protected you in my stead. That's when I realised that my mind was shying away from something the rest of me already knew. I...I love you, Onan."

The Dj'ndi's eyes widened. He had not expected such a powerful declaration so soon. He instantly saw the shaking of the more fragile Human and understood it had been a shock to Sterling to make the pronouncement.

"May I hold you," he asked quickly. "I do not wish to trespass."

"Please," Sterling whispered through chattering teeth. He felt he was plunging off an abyss. What had he done? Strong arms tenderly enfolded him and he was hugged to a broad, warm chest. He was surprised at how right it felt. He felt cherished as Onan whispered words in Div'kar that seemed to warm him from the inside out even though he did not understand them. He clutched tightly with his good arm. Once again, his body had known what he needed. He tilted his head upwards, offering his lips for a kiss.

"May I have your permission to kiss you, Sterling?" Onan formally requested. His betrothed would be given every opportunity to dictate the speed of their relationship and every consideration befitting one who was virgin.

"Yes," Sterling whispered.

With a pleasured sound Onan ran a thumb along one high cheekbone, savouring the feel of the smooth skin and noting the blush. Slowly, he brushed his lips against Sterling's. He was careful to keep it a tender kiss. After a moment, Sterling responded, tentatively exploring. Onan let the Human's lips press harder and then deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entry into that lush mouth. Sterling's sigh parted his lips and Onan surged forward, mapping uncharted territory and conquering the slick muscle similar to his own.

The younger man was stunned by the feelings the kiss engendered. He was not ignorant. He had kissed, male and female, and indulged in heavy petting on rare occasions, but only through clothing. Yet none of those kisses or touches had ever inflamed him as this one did. This sent heat straight to his groin. He wondered briefly what it would be like when Onan actually touched him intimately and he whimpered softly.

The Div'kar was elated at the response. Sterling was warm, soft and yielding to his control. The Human's tongue entwined with his for a moment and Onan tried to bank the flames of passion that threatened to consume him. He gently moved his lips to press kisses along the flushed face and nibbled on an earlobe.

"Thank you, m'zenda," Onan whispered. He smiled at Sterling's blank look. "My soul, he supplied, baring his teeth delightedly as the flushed cheeks became crimson. "You must get used to words of love and devotion," he chided gently. "It will be my pleasure to shower you with them for the rest of our days. I will leave you in Mahdi's care. Rest, zah'vah, golden one, I will return soon."

Sterling was eased back down and he smiled up into the face of the man who would be his husband for life. Love, pride and devotion shone from the silvery eyes and seemed to warm him to his soul. He ran a finger down the bone nubs before his hand was tucked safely beneath the blankets. His eyes closed, his body more exhausted from the emotional release than from his fight to protect Onan.

"Are you in need of anything, ciq'la?" Mahdi asked informally as he automatically checked all the Human's life signs, tucking the blankets snugly round the slight, pale form. The little one had been through so much in a short time and yet still carried himself with fortitude. Surely only those with treachery in their souls could fail to be moved by the courage he had shown.

"No, thank you, Mahdi," Sterling felt his lips curl into a small smile. He was asleep in seconds

****

Sterling was released by Mahdi from the sick-bay into Onan's care after a couple of days. It was clear that Sterling would take longer to recuperate than the time left for the mission. Bryson had authorised whatever time Sterling needed to fully recover and then for the six week break Sterling was due. It meant that the blond would spend the next four months or more with Onan. Their marriage would be taking place with as much dignified haste that Eyal could muster. The thought had him smiling.

He heard the noise from the bathroom and tried to calm his nerves. However, this was the first night he would see Onan fully naked. It was also the first time he would share his body with a lover. Onan had refused to deflower Sterling until their official wedding night. But agreed they could share intimate touching so it would not overwhelm Sterling. The blond had to admit, he was tense, nervous, excited, aroused all at once. He pushed his nerves aside as Onan rejoined him. He was surprised the Div'kar was still dressed.

"I wish for you to see me, m'zenda," Onan purred at the surprised look on his mate's face. "Watch, m'albi, my heart."

Onan took his time undressing. He was more than pleased with his body. He knew it was considered attractive by Div'kar standards and, from what he had gathered, by Human standards, too. He moved slowly. Sterling may have seen other naked bodies before, but none that were as hard and aching for him as Onan was. Nor would they have been looking back at him with the eyes of a lover. He let each piece of his clothing slither sensually to the floor before removing the next, smiling to himself as the seductive movements held Sterling entranced.

Sterling concentrated on watching the clothing fall and the revelation of smooth, hairless skin and powerful muscle. He was anxious and excited, shy and eager in equal measure. The slow striptease kept nervousness at bay and it was not as though Sterling had not seen naked bodies before. However, it was the first time his had responded sexually to one. His eyes fell to Onan's feet as the last barrier to full nudity was discarded. Then with a deep breath Sterling raised his eyes to see his mate-to-be in his full glory. The lack of pubic hair, of any hair, on the Div'kar seemed in some way to emphasise the male's latent power. His breath caught as he stared at the twin penises, erect, damson-hued and glistening wetly.

"We will not progress beyond touching, m'zenda," Onan said soothingly. "It is my desire to bring you pleasure through touch tonight. I wish to be as one with you when we are home on Div'kar and we are duly married."

"You're just so...magnificent," Sterling whispered. "And I..."

"You are everything my heart could ever desire. My dreams made reality and more precious than the air I breathe," Onan said softly. "Please, zah'vah, may I see you, too?"

Sterling blushed. He had got so caught up with staring at the expanse of naked Div'kar before him that he had not even begun to disrobe himself. He could not make a show of undressing. Instead he clumsily attacked his clothes to remove them rapidly before his fortitude failed. 

"Let me help," Onan whispered. His hands assisted those of the trembling blond.

Onan openly admired the Human's body. Sterling was toned and lightly-muscled, a perfect combination on his slighter frame. The Div'kar, however, knew the strength that lay within the deceptively slender form. He was pleased that the younger man's chest was as hairless as his own, but where his twin nipples were caramel, Sterling's were like lush a'marbe'ris, a succulent dusky pink. Oman eagerly anticipated tasting the beautiful buds.

"You are so very beautiful," the Div'kar husked as Sterling finally stood naked before him. The smaller male's single sex twitched nervously as if uncertain whether to rise to greet him or shrink back to hide. "Your body is most pleasing, beyond pleasing, to me, but I desire you what is inside, too." The Div'kar traced an abstract pattern with his thumb across one of his Human's cheekbones, enjoying the feel of the warm, smooth skin. "Your mind and soul make you so much more than just surface beauty. There is a fire within you. I would have it consume us in shared passion and pleasure."

Sterling's verdant orbs met with those of an almost storm-cloud grey. He gasped audibly at the look of desire and hunger on Onan's face. Onan truly wanted him, truly desired him. He was also prepared to wait and treat him with every consideration Sterling could possibly wish for. He was loved by the big Div'kar and knew he loved Onan just as completely. That thrilled him and made him more confident. He was not powerless; the man before him had ensured that.

"Will you lie with me?" Onan asked, holding out his hand to the smaller male.

"Yes," Sterling whispered. He was nervous, but he trusted Onan to go only as far as he was comfortable with taking this new step.

Onan guided his lover-to-be to his bed and let Sterling choose where would lie. Then he slowly lay down himself, stretching cat-like at the smaller man's side. He stroked the slender male's flanks reassuringly before carefully moving the blond into his arms. Sterling willingly snuggled against him as they began kissing.

"You honour me with your trust," Onan whispered. "And now, no more words. Do not think, only feel," he purred the last words in a dark sensual tone as he began his seduction. He kept his movements slow, knowing that these sensations were new for his mate. He did not want trespass beyond Sterling's comfort. He kissed tenderly as his fingers slid to caress across the blond's breast-bone and plucked lightly at a nipple. He quickly discovered the little buds were especially sensitive areas for the Human. 

Moving slowly so that Sterling could voice any objection, he captured one nipple between his lips. His pride swelled at the gasp from Sterling. The Human's left hand came up around Onan's head, clinging to him. Deliberately, slowly, he sucked at exquisite, tender flesh. He felt it tighten almost instantly. His fingers played with the other nipple, feeling it reach its twin's hardness. He gave a mental grin of triumph as the slender body writhed and arched upwards offering the buds to Onan's delectation. He rewarded his lover by suckling harder and flicking his tongue over the peaked flesh.

"May I proceed further, m'hab'bi, my beloved?" he whispered keeping his fingers teasing the tight nubs as Sterling arched desperately into his touch.

"Y...yes," Sterling whispered. The feelings that Onan had engendered by simply playing with his nipples were incredible. He was now wondering just how he would cope with more intimate touches.

Strong fingers lingered on Sterling's chest as Onan considered his next moves. His hand swept across the slighter form, along the trim hips, up the smooth sides and rubbed the taut nubs. The whimpers escaping the Human's lips and instinctive thrusts from Sterling' hips told Onan he could move on. With infinite care Onan tenderly touched his lover's erect flesh. The low groan resembled his name and so the Div'kar answered.

"Shhh, m'hab'bi" Onan crooned lovingly. "Remember, my beloved; feel do not think." His fingers began to lightly run up and down the aroused, flushed flesh and he studied his lover's reactions. His Human's shaft was much like his own, but he had been warned by Eyal that it was more delicate. It was strange to see and feel hair, but it was a pleasurable enough sensation. He stroked, squeezed and pumped, watching for any signs of distress. However the soft cries, the fluttering eyelashes and rhythmic rise and fall of slender hips told him Sterling was finally lost in the sensual haze that Onan desired to weave around his beloved.

A part of Onan wanted to draw out the process as long as possible and keep watching his lover. However, he knew it would be too much for Sterling. He still took his time, not rushing so that the blond could savour every sensation. He alternated between teasing the groin area and fondling the tender nipples. He was propped up on one elbow, laying beside the panting Human, thrilling at his reactions. He grinned fiercely as Sterling whimpered his name, hips thrusting as the Div'kar's fingers abandoned his weeping shaft to cup and squeeze the sac heavy with need. 

"Please," Sterling begged. He could feel heat radiating from the burning organ Onan fisted. The sensations were more intense than any he had experienced before. The tendrils of flame were suffusing his body and he arched his head back, whimpering and writhing. He had never thought, could never have dreamt, it could be this powerful, so consuming. His entire body now felt it was on fire. Any inhibitions or embarrassment had long since fled and he craved release.

"I know what you need, m'hab'bi," Onan purred darkly against his ear, chasing the words with his tongue causing Sterling to cry out. Onan was delighted at Sterling's responses to their lovemaking. He had lost all anxiety and shyness, completely giving himself over to the Dj'ndi's control and Onan would honour that trust. The Div'kar felt the trembling increase in the slender body, and gripped Sterling's arousal more firmly, increasing the strength and speed of his strokes.

"Come now for me, m'zenda," Onan whispered and lowered his head to claim swollen lips.

Sterling's hands wrapped around powerful shoulders as he desperately clung to Onan. Tremors, which had originated low in his stomach, were now travelling throughout his groin and into the rest of his body. His world became a maelstrom of heat and need with its only anchor the Div'kar whose tongue plundered his mouth to the same tempo as the pumping hand. A slight increase in the grip was all Sterling needed. His scream was swallowed by Onan as he reached orgasm. His hips thrust wildly against the Div'kar. 

Onan matched the movements of the bucking hips with his hands to lengthen his lover's climax. The sensation of the warm semen spilling over his fingers thrilled and excited him. A primal feeling of elation swept through him. He was the first to see Sterling come to completion. He would be the first to taste the fruit of his success and, when they were in their home and married, he would be the first and only to unite with the precious body he held. He continued his strokes until certain that Sterling had achieved full climax and was now coming down from his zenith. With a fierce grin, Onan licked clean his crème-coated fingers.

The Div'kar gathered the satiated Human into his arms and rolled carefully so he was on his back, pulling Sterling on top of him. Almost desperately, their tongues met and duelled in a battle already won. Onan now wanted to simply care for his mate. He gentled the kiss, running his hands soothingly over the hot, damp skin. They had practiced laying this way to ensure Sterling's healing arm and leg would be comfortable. 

"I love you," Sterling whispered simply, burying his face in the junction of the Dj'ndi's neck and shoulder. He fitted perfectly as if created to be there. He cuddled closer, the tender intimacy the perfect culmination to the earlier passion. 

"And I love you," Onan replied. "I promise I will take care of you, beloved."

"I trust you, Onan," Sterling murmured drowsily.

The Div'kar lay content. He held the most precious thing in his life close to his heart. He intended to remain awake and savour the feeling.

****

The negotiations concluded without any further incident, both parties pleased with the results. Sterling and Onan stood back a little as Eyal conducted the formal farewells. It felt strange to Sterling to know that he would not be rejoining Victory. Calandra had suggested he act as a liaison on Div'kar for her. He would be the focus and collation point of everything between the worlds regarding the trade treaty. It would be a great deal of work initially, as things would need to be set up, but Eyal had assured he would ensure Sterling had all the help he needed, especially while he recovered from his injuries.

The Confederation had been pleased with the suggestion, endorsing it painlessly which had come as a pleasurable surprise. However, Sterling's father was yet to return the several messages the blond had sent explaining his new job and his engaged status. These had been supplemented by messages from Calandra and Eyal, but to no avail. His future was bright and exciting, but it still hurt that his father did not respond. The blond was determined it would not spoil what he had. As if aware of his thoughts, Onan's arm slid around his waist and hugged him close to the Div'kar. The solidity of the bigger body settled Sterling and the love behind the gesture warmed his heart and soul.

Sterling and Delaney hugged briefly before the other man took his place aboard the shuttle. The blond then gazed at Enapay, not sure he could trust himself to speak. He was gently enfolded in the snake-man's arms as a soft drumming accompanied the gesture. Sterling simply held tight. He would miss Enapay greatly.

"You will visit us often?" 

Sterling heard Onan ask as the arms that held him began to loosen their grip. He looked hopefully into the vertically-slitted eyes.

"Whenever I am able," Enapay nodded. "And I have a proposition from your brother to consider." The rattle from his tail intensified slightly as he was regarded intently by two pairs of curious eyes. "He has suggested that I come and spend time learning Div'kar culture and history. The idea has its merits."

"That would be marvellous," Sterling enthused. "You will be here for the wedding though won't you?" he added anxiously.




When Worlds Collide



"Of course," Enapay nodded. "That is something I would not miss." He shook hands with Onan before joining Delaney. 

Sterling and Bryson smiled at one another before the older man hugged the younger.

"I'll be back as soon as I complete the documentation necessary to formally resign my commission and complete my report on this mission," Bryson said. "Take care of both of them, Onan," he added glancing at his mate.

"I promise," Onan replied, giving his brother's Human a hug. He and Sterling watched as Bryson was wrapped in Eyal's arms and kissed so thoroughly that he was flushed and panting by the time he was released.

"As I cannot be with you," Eyal said as he clapped his hands. "You will have Adohi to accompany you as your personal bodyguard. As my mate it is something I can insist upon and Calandra has endorsed it as necessary to the conclusion of our cultural exchange."

"I have also arranged for to return in a couple of weeks to spend some time with Kaamil and to be able to attend the weddings," Calandra added as she pulled the Div'kar delegate down for a long kiss of her own.

"It would seem that a great deal more than expected has come of the treaty," Onan said, flashing his teeth at his beloved Human.

****

Emerald eyes gazed at the vision in the mirror before him. Sterling was dressed in white pants and tunic. A red sash was tied loosely around his waist and a circlet of a'marbe'ris, a mix of berries and flowers, adorned his brow. Today he was marrying Onan and Bryson would officially marry Eyal. The older man would not, however, be dressed in virginal white. He and Eyal would be in silver and grey respectively. Onan would also wear grey, the traditional colour for the dominant partner as expected of the male Div'kar. Sterling took a fortifying breath. He wanted this so much he ached, but he was still nervous.

His eyes flitted briefly to the small white basket he would carry that was covered with a red cloth. In it were water and wine to symbolise his willingness to share both times of hardship and plenty. Onan would carry its counterpart, in which would be bread and meat, between them displaying their intent to care for each other's needs during their married life. They would share a mouthful of each at the celebration that followed. The party would not begin immediately after the wedding. Instead they could retire to spend their first hours as a couple alone. He was still unsure when the party would actually end. When asked, Onan and Eyal had both simply shrugged and replied it would be when everyone felt they had celebrated sufficiently.

"Come in," he called in response to the tap at his door. He smiled shyly at Bryson. His ex-Captain looked comfortable and elegant in his silver regalia and Sterling could see the excitement in the older man's eyes.

"It's time," Bryson grinned. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," Sterling answered honestly.

The ceremony was held outside. Sterling and Bryson approached the circle in the centre of which the cleric, the Kh'uri, already stood waiting. Friends and family stood within the circle, keeping a space wide enough for a couple to step through. Each couple would enter together from the direction of the rising sun to symbolise a new start together. Just outside the circle stood Eyal and Onan, the two Div'kar looking stunning and virile in their gray ensemble of tight leather pants and flowing open-fronted shirts.

Onan gave a low growl of approval, possessiveness and frustrated passion at the sight of Sterling walking shyly towards them. He wished the ceremony already over where he could be alone with his new mate, showing his beautiful Human just how much he was loved. However, he drew back his teeth to smile when he heard his brother echo the sound. He took Sterling's free hand in his and stepped back to allow his older brother and mate-to-be step into the circle first. As he and Sterling followed, the guests closed the circle behind them.

The Kh'uri stood between the two couples, the ceremony simultaneously marrying them both. Placing their baskets on the ground, each couple stood facing one another, their left and right hands joined together. A red ribbon was draped loosely around their clasped hands. 

"Eyal and Bryson, Onan and Sterling are you each ready to commit to your lifemate?" the Kh'uri asked fixing each male in turn with an intense stare.

"I am," came the steadfast replies.

The elderly man nodded and continued, his voice deep and melodious, almost singing the words.

"Like the stars, should your love be constant. Like a stone, should your love be strong. Be close, yet not too close. Possess one another, yet be understanding. Have patience with each other, for storms will came but shall pass quickly. Be free in the giving of warmth and affection. Make love often and be sensuous to one another. Have no fear and let not the ways of the unenlightened give you unease for the Great One is with you now and always. I now pronounce you mated and bound for life." He slashed through the red ribbons and smiled. "You may kiss your mates."

A cheer rang out as the couples kissed. Breaking apart each man then picked up the basket brought by their now bound mate and in pairs they exited the circle in the direction of the setting sun as dried flowers were thrown by the guests. They stood for a minute or two, the Div'kar grinning widely as they held tight to their human mates.

"Make our home your own," Eyal shouted. "Every comfort is available to you until we return and the celebrations begin." He then began to lead Bryson towards the vinery as Onan and Sterling headed towards the house.

****

Smiling at his new husband, Bryson allowed himself to be led through the immaculate rows of a'marbe'ris vines. At a discreet distance from the immense house and well secluded from even innocently prying eyes, Eyal drew them to a halt. A beautiful arbour had been created by the creeping vines and it would be easy to walk past if you did not know to step inside.

Bryson gave a soft gasp of pleasure. A'marbe'ris flowers had been thickly strewn on the ground on top of an even thicker pile of what closely resembled hay. Lamps with coloured glass illuminated the nest, bestowing a golden glow. Some of the berries were in small clusters and the scent was a heady mix of floral and spice that had no comparison. 

"It's beautiful," he smiled turning to his lover.

"I am pleased you think so," Eyal grinned. The Div'kar captured his Human's beautiful face in his hands. He thrust his tongue forward greedily, ravaging his lover's mouth. He could not stop himself. He was already painfully hard, having been aroused from the moment their ceremony ended. An animalistic growl of passion rumbled deep in his chest and, gripping Bryson's forearms tightly, he forced the smaller man back towards the large nest he had created. 

"Want you, want you, want you," Bryson repeated the words like a mantra as Eyal divested him of the ceremonial robes. The mid-thigh tunic was pulled over his head. As Eyal's mouth latched onto a nipple and began a strong suckling, his hands reached to the waistband of the flowing pants. A deft flick of his wrist unfastened the knot and, as he moved to pay homage to the other nipple, he was gratified to feel the pants slither down Bryson's legs.

Eyal practically threw Bryson on to the bedding and then pulled his own clothing off, ignoring the tearing sound as the shirt was thrown aside. They stared at each other, each achingly aroused. Eyal's tongue mirrored Bryson's as he wet his own lips. Eyal was lost in the smell of his lover's mating lust, in his own desire to be deep inside his spouse, wanting to hear him scream in orgasmic ecstasy.

He captured slightly parted lips with his own. He moved from Bryson's lips to his jaw. He kissed his way to Bryson's ear, where he nibbled, sucked and blew softly into the small shell, delighting in the whole body shiver that resulted. He worked his way back to the corner of Bryson's jaw, enjoying the exponentially increasing beat of the pulse as he aroused his Human further. In response Bryson tilted his head back, offering his throat to Eyal, and the Div'kar felt a primal thrill at the submissive trust displayed in the gesture. 

Eyal kissed his way down fragile flesh, paying special attention to the juncture of neck and shoulder. Marking his mate with bites that left no doubts as to who Bryson now belonged, the Div'kar moved lower to lavish attention on Bryson's nipples. His mate's hands, that had been stroking and caressing him, gently guided Eyal to his other nipple and revelled in the duel attention to each taut teat. 

When Eyal was satisfied that he had paid sufficient attention to Bryson's nipples and his lover was making soft breathy moans, Eyal moved further down the beloved body. His kissed his way to the leaking shaft jutting proudly from the nest of tight curls at its base. He teased Bryson relentlessly, mouthing his sac, licking the sides and base of his erect flesh but not the sensitive head until Bryson cried aloud for release and he swallowed him from root to tip. 

With a wordless plea Bryson arched his body up for more. Eyal pushed Bryson's hips down, controlling everything. He began a gentle, steady rhythm of sucking. He could feel how close Bryson was as his tongue curled around under the head of the hot organ, contracting and releasing, as its tip teased across Bryson's slit. He let his throat ripple around it and heard a cry of his name and then Bryson was spurting, hot and hard, into his mouth. The bitter-sweet flavour Bryson's living essence exploded across Eyal's tongue and he swallowed all his lover could offer. With a final lick to Bryson's softening shaft, the Div'kar sat up. 

Bryson laid back bonelessly, a sated look on his face, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to catch his breath. He smiled at his mate.

"Eyal," he gasped. He opened his arms and drew the bigger body into a tight embrace, peppering kisses up Eyal's flushed bone nubs and crest. He rolled their bodies, nipping and sucking one pair of nipples, pinching and rolling the other. He placed open-mouthed kisses down the muscular, smooth chest and abdomen, his tongue thrusting suggestively into the small indent of his lover's navel. Bryson was pleased at the writhing and moaning of his bigger mate. He gathered both sexes in one hand and wrapped his lips around them, his tongue flickering over each sensitive, engorged head.

"This is for you, love," he husked. He knelt astride his lover's hips and guided Eyal's hand to his opening. He saw the surprise in the Div'kar's eyes as his husband's fingers encountered the handle of the plug he wore.

"You wore this during our ceremony?" Eyal rasped, arousal spiking urgently in his groin.

"Just for you," Bryson whispered. He gave a soft groan as the plug was removed, but gave a smile of triumph as the Div'kar's eyes widened further at the sight of its girth. Their eyes locked as Bryson reached behind him to gather both penises in his hand. "Hold me open," he husked.

"Are you sure?" It almost killed Eyal to delay what was to happen, but he needed to know Bryson had no doubts about the gift he was bestowing. To take both his organs simultaneously would be a strain on his Human, but he could not deny that a wildfire of lust and passion was already streaking through his veins. He hoped he did not disgrace himself and come too quickly.

"I want this," Bryson assured. "Help me."

Eyal's large hands cupped each of Bryson's cheeks and kept them wide-spread as his Human situated the Div'kar's twin sexes at his opening. The wriggling to get them inside had an eroticism all its own and Eyal gave a low-pitched rumble of pleasure as he finally felt himself slide into blood-hot depths. He moved his hands to Bryson's hips and pushed his Human down as he thrust upwards, forcing himself deeper inside sweet, tight heat. It was as if he could feel his mate's heart beat, his blood pumping around his body. In the moment of completeness, when Eyal knew he was where he wanted to be for the rest of his life, he locked gazes with his Human once more. 

"You are mine," he growled as Bryson finally sat flush, both of the Div'kar's pulsating organs buried to their root in tight heat. Eyal's hands splayed across Bryson's back and his Human settled into a rhythm, rising and falling in small motions, both of them riding waves of increasing pleasure. It was slow, hot, and romantic and bonded something deep inside them both.

With his eyes so dark as to be black, Eyal regarded Bryson impaled on both his shafts. His Human's hands were gripping Eyal's thighs, his eyes were closed and his kiss-swollen lips slightly parted as he panted. There was an arch to his back, that had Eyal reach to pinch and tweak at the proud nipples and the sweat on his chest and stomach glistened. Eyal began driving into his lover, every thrust forcing him deeper into the beloved body. Each movement crushed the flowers of the a'marbe'ris beneath him and Eyal was certain he would never be able to smell their perfume again without becoming instantly hard. 

Bryson's movement picked up speed and fluidity, but both men needed more. He offered no resistance as Eyal manoeuvred them to loom over his now supine form, still locked together in the most primitive and intimate of ways. The Human moaned unashamedly as his lover thrust gently with his hips and his twin shafts repeatedly brushed over Bryson's prostate. The brunette's head began to thrash from side-to-side as he lost himself in the pleasure they shared. Eyal 's lips captured his and then his mate resumed his thrusts, exciting Bryson's prostate even further, pushing him closer to completion. 

"Close, please," Bryson husked.

Eyal exulted in the plea. He could feel the changes in the male beneath him and knew that they would pull his own body along with them. The sensation of both penises rubbing together and sliding in and out of the tight, slick sheath was making it impossible to continue to resist completion for much longer. He swooped down, claiming Bryson's mouth, ravishing it utterly before sucking the vanquished tongue into his own mouth. Eyal forced himself to pull back from the all-consuming kiss in order survey his conquered prey. 

Drenched in heat and arousal-scented sweat, his spouse met his stare through heavy-lidded eyes. Bryson's hair lay strewn about his face in a damp, dark cloud, emphasising the flushed skin. Satisfied at a most primal level that he had put that look on his Human's face, Eyal's lips pulled back in a feral smile that showed his teeth in a dangerous flash of ivory. He began to thrust more powerfully needing to bring Bryson to completion once more.

"I want to see your face when I make you come," he said in a thundering growl that rumbled from deep in his broad chest. "Ta'la ma'i, come for me."

With every ounce of strength that he had, Bryson arched up desperately against the blanketing wall of Eyal's solid muscles. Their lovemaking was wild, hard and bestial. Their fledgling bond flared powerfully within them as Bryson's orgasm crashed over him in a tidal wave of passion that simply engulfed him without mercy. His shaft pulsed its crème over his and Eyal's chests as his internal muscles constricted and spasmed around his lover's penises.

Eyal grunted and drew in great, panting breaths as his orgasm built to a peak. He was caught in the flood of his lover's release, helpless in the current of Bryson's climax. A final series of shallow thrusts culminated with a final, deep, desperate lunge. Wave after wave of pleasure crested over him and he filled his Human to overflowing with his hot seed as both sexes erupted in pleasure. 

To the Div'kar's surprise, his vision greyed with the power of his release. He fought off the encroaching darkness to ensure he did not crush or hurt his mate in any way. He smiled triumphantly at the blissful expression on the face of his barely conscious Human. He carefully withdrew from the haven of Bryson's body and waited for eyes that reflected love and satiation to look at him.

"Oh'boka, m'hab'bi," Eyal murmured tenderly.

"I love you, m'albi," Bryson whispered. He gave a slight frown as Eyal reached for a small cluster of the dark-pink berries. "You're hungry?" he asked surprised.

"Only for you," Eyal grinned. "I believe the best way to eat berries is with cream?"

Bryson groaned as the Div'kar scooped some of his cooling semen onto a few berries and slowly consumed them. The next couple were crushed against his chest and the bigger male licked him clean with undisguised relish.

"I promised you an unforgettable Honeymoon," Eyal purred. "It will be a couple of hours yet before we need to be back in the house for the formal party to celebrate the weddings. I intend to keep my promise."

This time Bryson moaned as a devilishly talented tongue slid over his depleted sac as yet more crushed berries found their way onto his body. He relaxed into the sweet-smelling flowers, spreading his legs wide.

Hours sounded good; hours sounded wonderful.

****

Onan hurried Sterling to their bedroom. Although they had slept in the enormous bed made of rich mahogany-brown, sweet scented wood, this time Onan looked at it with different eyes. As he had requested, bouquets of fresh flowers decorated the room and a'marbe'ris petals adorned the crisp, white linen. Tenderly he enfolded his still-virgin mate and then effortlessly scooped him to lay the beautiful blond on the bed.

Slowly and deliberately, wanting to arouse Sterling as much as possible, Onan carefully peeled away his clothing to stand naked and erect before his lifemate. His grin was both feral and appreciative as, blushing delightfully, Sterling attempted a similar striptease. The Div'kar eased himself next to the slighter form, kissing and petting his Human until Sterling was pleading for them to make love. He drew back with a smile. Reaching across to the bedside locker, Onan then held up an ornate flask and smiled at Sterling's blank look.

"Unlike Div'kar, you do not lubricate," he clarified as he cupped the blushing young man's face with his free hand. 

"I forgot," Sterling said, his face crimson.

"I did not," Onan said, kissing beguiling lips. This is special oil," he continued. "I can use it to massage you and relax you as well as to ease my way inside you. All I need is for you to get comfortable and we can begin." 

Sterling nodded and Onan began at his shoulders, working the oil into his skin. He quickly began to relax under gentle but strong hands that slowly moved down his arms. They began to stroke across his chest. He gasped when one nipple was lightly pinched.

"Does this feel good?"

"Oh yes," Sterling murmured. "Very good."

"When you are fully relaxed I will move on to more intimate oiling and I want you to think only of the pleasure we will share."

Sterling trembled at the erotic words. He was nervous, but he wanted this. His eyes closed as Onan continued and he gave himself over to the Div'kar. He floated in a haze between arousal and relaxation. The nervousness he had felt earlier was dissipating, replaced instead by steadily growing hunger and desire as Onan's hands now rubbed his legs, even massaging his feet. Sterling moaned when one toe was drawn into the Dj'ndi's mouth. 

Onan simply smiled a smile that mixed seduction and lasciviousness in equal measure. Sterling made a sound between a guttural groan and Onan's name as the oil was stroked along his inner thighs and over his groin. He panted harshly as his erect flesh and heavy sac were carefully coated. Strong hands rolled him onto his stomach and he groaned, rocking his erection into strategically placed cushions. 

Onan's smile was feral as he rubbed from the nape of Sterling's neck down to the feet, purposely leaving the delectable buttocks till last. His prehensile tongue snaked out, licking at his lips as his hands began to knead the firm nether cheeks. He was so achingly aroused he was certain that the slightest puff of air from his hab'bi's lips would send him into oblivion. Onan spent time on his Human's toned buttocks, making sure that the oil was carefully applied and getting his mate used to being touched there with the knowledge of the act to follow. He finally parted the cheeks and slowly drizzled oil onto the revealed area. The Div'kar watched enraptured at the flex and release of furled flesh.




When Worlds Collide



AUTHORS NOTE: This lovely story which I love so very much, was kindly edited by innocent_angel. Please, read and comment heavily! I really need to know what you think about this so comment, comment, comment!

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November 25th 1955

I had just given birth. Hadn't been two weeks and them Caulfield's done called me in; talkin bout they needed me for thanksgiving. My baby was born November 19th 1955. She was early, I knew it wasn't time, cause my stomach wasn't big enough yet. But we ain't the ones 'cidin when they come into the world. God is. 

So here she comes, jus a screechin' and goin on and I'm just thankful. Long as she screechin, means them lungs is workin. She got all ten fingers and all ten toes and not a hair on her head. I named her Cora Ann after my mama. My baby girl. I finally got my baby girl. Seven Boys. All of 'em rough and tumble, wearin out they trousers 'fo I can even pass em on to they brother. They run, they jump, they fight like dogs. Beatin' and poundin on each other. They always dirty, hate bathin' like Satan hates holy water. 

I tell em, "Gone in that washroom, do battle with the four legged white man!"

Oh lawd, they hate when I say that! They get to runnin, and hidin at any mention of the four legged white man. Like I said, It's like holy water to Satan. Or like that picture, the wizard of oz. you know when that ol witch melts when the water hit her? That's how my boys ack around water. 

But now, I got my baby girl. Five pounds and a quarter of a girl. Doctors say I can't have no mo, sum wrong with my insides. That's just fine with me, I got my baby girl. I got all I need. And she gon be my lil princess. Um gon spoil her like she deserves. 

Wilbur, that's my husband, said he don't want no more babies. We got eight of em. And I'm the one runnin round here mindin these chillren. I tole em stop puttin babies in my belly. I love him. I do. But married life his hard. Specially when you poor. That's why I hada start workin up in them rich neighbourhoods. Cookin and cleanin fo white folks, like I aint got a home of my own to tend to. 

Damn, they chillren is rotten. To the core. Nasty little bastards, with no home trainin cause they mama's is too busy worrin bout the hydrangeas, what ever they are. And they daddy's too drunk to care. All I keep thinking is if me an Wilbur had this kinda money, this kinda house, my babies would be grateful. All of us, we'd be grateful. Not them. They so unhappy in these big houses, cadilac cars and fur coats. That's the problem; they don't appreciate nothin. Everything is given to em, don't know nothing bout hard work. 

That's why, a week and five days after I done gave birth to my baby girl, I'm poundin the pavement on my way to the Caulfield estate. The day before thanksgiving. Um bout to cook till I can't cook no mo, food I could never afford to put on the table in front my own chillren. But umma cook it for them ungrateful bastards. 

I hate bein out at this hour. When all the hooch hounds are crawlin they sorry asses back home to they wives and families. All the real characters are out this time of night. For them the night is just endin, for me the days jus beginin. Still got a ways to go. Ain't even outta Brixdale yet, still got so many miles to go. 

It's bone chillin cold out here. I got Wilbur's big work jacket on and I'm still cold. And even worse it smells like rain. I want to pick up my pace, but I can't. Body's getting to old and tired. And, I just had a baby last week. My lil dumplin' is at home wondering where her mama is. Her mama is out here wonderin why she's runnin the roads at a quarter to five when she had babies at home. But that's why she do it. Cause she got babies at home. 

Sky is thunderin over my head and I'm almost to the Woolworths. Once I get to the Woolworths, I know um almost there. Just a few more miles up Charter road and I'll be at the Woolworths. 

Funny thing about this long trek is that you get to see the changes. goin from one town to the next, you get to see the way other people live outsidea Brixdale. Find out, most people got hot water in they houses! Hot dog! Ain't gotta heat the water and pour it in the basin, it comes right out the damn faucet! That's white folks fo ya.

In Brixdale, it ain't but two kinds of folk; Poor and poorer. We happen to be better off, cause my husband works like slave to take care of us. That's why I don't much mind working for these rich white folk, cookin and cleanin and 'yas a bossin.' Cause I know Willy works twice as hard down in them factories. They pay him half wages cause he's coloured and that's just the way it is. He works hard, six days a week haulin and luggin and don't ask for much. A hot plate when he get's home, an easy chair to sit in. he's a good man, my husband. 

I made it almost half way to the woolworths before it opened up and started rainin on me. Clouds opened up like the red sea, pourin down in sheets. Lawd, just let me make it to Woolworths. 

Woolworths is like the bridge that connects this town. On one side you got Brixdale, where all the coloured folk live. Then on the other side you got Edenville, where all the rich people live. Once you cross over into Edenville, you in another world. Grass is as green as green gets. Big cars in the car park, streets is clean, ain't no such thing as a dirt road in Edenville. Streets is paved smooth as silk. 

The Woolworths is right up ahead of me and I need to buy an umbrella cause my head is soaked. Gonna make myself sick if I don't. When I walk in the man behind the counter watches me pick one up and bring it to em. Like I might run off with it. I ain't never stole nothing in my life, and I don't reckon I will. I gave him a dollar for the umbrella. Robbery. Pure robbery. 

Now that I'm outside again, I can't get my mind off my daughter. My miracle. She cries more'n any of my other chillren ever did. And I don't mind. Sounds like music to my ears when she cries. Wasn't sposed to have no mo babies anyhow, but here she come. I can almost hear her now. Wailin and cryin. 

Wait.

There is a baby cryin, but who would have a chile out in all this rain? At this hour in the morning? Sounded like it was comin from the trash bins behind the store. 

Oh God.

There's a baby in them trash bins. Jesus, someone left a baby in one of these trash bins. Now I'm tearin through em, rippin em open tryna find the child. My hands is shakin from the cold rain, or maybe it's because I'm terrified. How could you leave a baby in the trash?

I can't find the baby. I'm feeling crazy. Like I'm making it up. I'm about to leave but I hear it again. Just a whimper now. Comin from way off in the corner. I lift off some paper and other trash and there she is. Naked, wrapped in an ol blanket skin white as porclain, and lookin up at me with the bluest eyes I ever seen. My heart is bout ready to rip from my chest. 

"Father God!"

I pick her up, careful not to hurt her. She freezing cold, trembling, and I wrap her up in my husbands jacket. Real close to my heart. I even put her inside my clothes so she can steal some heat from me. Now she right up against my skin. Black on white. She lookin up at me, so quiet now, like she know I'm bout to take care of her.

"It's alright chile, mama's here."

I walk out the old alley, put up my umbrella and head back to Brixdale. I ********************

September 16th 2004

Life always throws you a curveball when you least expect it. 

Sitting in the food court staring at a subway sandwich that was definitely not as "fresh" as advertised, Caiden didn't expect to look up and see what he saw coming his way. Most certainly not in this speck of a town. Gordon Iowa seemed like someone's idea of hell. It was the most lifeless, cultureless, boring, white bread town he'd ever been in. That is until now, when he'd laid his eyes on her. He watched her walk towards him, talking on her cell and smiling. Her skin was the color of milk chocolate, her dark brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her side swept bangs almost getting in her eyes. She laughed, loudly and almost obnoxiously drawing the attention of a few people around her. She didn't notice at all. 

She was heading for the escalators and Caiden was already in hot pursuit, without even realizing he'd left his chair. It was pure magnetism that drew him near to her, something he'd never experienced in his life. She was ahead of him on the escalator, by just a few people. He could catch glimpses of her conversation now. She was talking to her mom or something, Telling her how much she hated this place. Something he could definitely co-sign.

As she began to walk off the escalator, she said her heartfelt goodbye and hung up. Instantly Outkast started blaring out of her cell. Behold a lady. And so he did. She put her earphones in and began to sing along.

"Yo mama's old fashioned, yo daddy don't play. You'll always be this lovely cause they raised you that way. Hallelujah!"

Hallelujah indeed. There's something about watching a woman walk. You know, when they don't think anyone's watching and you know it's just natural. The perfect sway and dip of hips made to be held onto and an ass that was, well, perfection. Her thighs were nice and thick too, not them scrawny knobbley lookin' things you tend to see. She had some definite meat on her bones in all the places he liked. 

She was turning into a store and talking to the employees. He realized she must work here. The store itself, was what most would call an old lady store. Completely geared towards women 30 and up and not where he'd expect her to work but hell, he didn't exactly know anything about her so why not? 

Caiden realized again, that he was standing outside of the store and had yet to enter. An older woman was standing at the entrance folding sweaters and eyeing him curiously.

Jesus what was he waiting for? Why hadn't he just chased her down, talked to her? He was actin like a punk bitch. If his brothers woulda saw him chasing this girl all over the mall they'da went in on him quickly. What he needed to do was grow a set and talk to the woman. Worse case scenario, she turns you down flat. So what? 

He walked in and instantly the woman folding sweaters stood and greeted him.

"Hello there!"

"Hello ma'am," he said politely. 

He began searching the store for her frame but didn't spot her. He realized how ridiculous he probably looked. A six foot sum' white guy in a white t shirt and wranglers. He was for sure outta place in this ladies clothing store. 

"Hello! Are you looking for something in particular?" Another lady had approached him, this time a bit younger but still old enough to be his mother. 

"No ma'am, just lookin thanks."

She looked slightly disappointed but frankly he didn't care. His eyes were on another, younger lady. If only he could find her again! Scanning the store he found her. She was in the very back, straightening pants and rebuttoning blouses. He made a beeline straight for her and when he reached her stopped dead in his tracks. She still hadn't noticed him but his mouth for some reason had gone dry. He couldn't form a sentence or clear thought. 

She was singing a song by Coldplay, he couldn't remember the name but it sounded so different coming from her. She was harmonizing with the song but somehow at the same time taking it over and making it her own. It sounded jazzy and bluesy and not at all what Chris Martin had done with it. 

She turned around abruptly and the sight of some huge guy standing directly behind her must've scared her cause she nearly jumped outta her skin.

"Jesus!" she yelled jumping backwards.

"I'm sorry! Didn't mean to scare you!" he said, hands out in front as if to show he meant no harm. He was glad at least some words were coming out.

"It's okay, I just didn't know you were there. Is there something I can help you find?"

It was then that he got a real good look at her. Jesus, if she wasn't the prettiest little thing! Nice perfect white teeth, thick lips. Not too big, not to thin, just right. Perfect little nose and those eyes. The color of whiskey, or honey! Beautiful eyes, beautiful smile, with a slight dimple in her right cheek. 

"Are you looking for something in particular sir?" she asked again a little miffed. 

"Uh," he had nothing. He was drawing a complete blank and she was growing impatient, he could tell. 

"I uh," his palms were sweating. Wiping them on his jeans he finally began to speak. 

"It's uh, my mama's birthday next week and um, lookin for somethin," he muttered. It wasn't a lie. Her birthday was coming, but that sure wasn't the reason he was in here!

"Okay," she stated smiling genuinely up at him. Dang! this one sure was doin a number on him!

"So what kind of budget are you working with first of all?" she asked rummaging through racks. 

"Wait," she said not allowing him to answer. "What size is she? Is she my size, smaller?"

She was tempting him. His eyes perused her body of their own accord it seemed. Breasts, much more than a handful, lil bitty waist with one of them belt things all tight. It was a wonder she was even breathin! Those hips, thighs. His brother would call her a thicky thick. His mouth was suddenly watering. Clearing his throat he decided to finally answer her question.

"She's uh. She's a bit bigger then you."

She was side eyeing him. She caught him giving her the once over. He couldn't help it though. There were songs written for women like her. Bodies like hers. 

"Kay, just a sec," she said disappearing into the racks again.

When she reappeared, she'd put together something his mom would actually like. 

"So I know what your prolly thinking. This is too old for my mom! Just let me work my magic on you okay?" she asked. There was entirely no need for magic. He was sold!

"So what I have here is a scoop neck blouse with a matching cardigan. But all we gotta do," she paused pulling something from behind her back. "Is put the belt at the waist, accentuates the smallest part of her giving her the curvaceous look," she winked for emphasis.

"Plus, you look so good coming in with a box instead of a card with a gift certificate in it like most dudes!" she laughed to herself. He smiled at her. He really liked the sound.

"Wait! I didn't even tell you the best part! This whole ensemble will only cost you, drum roll please!" she smiled waiting for him. He obliged willingly tapping his hands on a near empty rack. 

"$29.99!" she said in what he assumed was her best game show announcer voice. He laughed loudly and she laughed with him. It was so right and easy.

"Well damn, since you put it that way how could I pass on I deal like that huh?"

"Alright! I'm just gonna go take this to the cashier for you but you sir, have a great day!" she said and with that she was gone. First to the cash register and then off to the back room. 

Caiden slowly made his way to the cash register and paid. It actually was a really good gift and his mama definitely deserved it. Retreating from the store he pacified his bruised ego by telling himself at least he knew where she worked. He could come back, try again. Who knows, maybe he'd be able to act like the 24 year old he was next time and not like a pubescent boy who's balls just dropped.

**************

Nearly 2 weeks had passed since the spotting of his walking wet dream and nothing. He'd gone back to the store and even asked about her, but they said she was just covering a shift for a friend and she actually worked at another location. Unfortunately, they were unable to tell him where. Something about privacy laws. 

Since then he'd taken to stalking out old lady stores and beating his dick like it owed him money. It wasn't like he was at a shortage for women, they flocked to him actually. But they weren't what he wanted. Way to boney and fragile for his taste anyway. 

He had all but given up. 

Walking the relatively short distance from school to the stadium his mind once again went to her. There was just something about her. He chuckled to himself as the song from "Something about Mary" played in his mind.

His friends would say stop whining, they'd had enough of that! His friends would say stop pining. There's other girls to look at. They tried to set him up with tiffany and indigo. But there's something about Mary that they don't know....

Why do I even remember the words to that song? He asked himself. Man he was really cracking up! He picked up his pace and headed straight to the stadium. He needed to get on that football field more than anything today. Needed to make some hard hits and get this out of his system.

************

Two and a half hours of gruelling practice later, Caiden was retracting his previous statement. Practice was evidently not what he needed, because now he was horny and sore. Everywhere. It was times like this when he wondered why he even did this? Why he'd up and left the only home he ever knew, the only family he'd ever known, and for what? A town full of strange people who looked at him like his head was backwards every time he opened his mouth. 

Caiden was from a small town outside of Houston Texas. That's all he knew and could remember. Well besides football. When he was around seven he started picking fights at school. His mother tried to discipline him but it wasn't working. His uncle decided to put him into football and put him on the junior team. He was hooked ever since. Now all he could think was how much he missed home! He missed his mama's cooking, he missed friendly people, he missed knowing where he was going all the time, and lastly he missed the women. They'd always seemed to be in an abundance, and you know what they say, you never miss your water...

A tired and defeated Caiden walked slowly down the steps of the stadium. He'd gotten hit hard. It was his own fault though, he was distracted. A certain brown eyed girl was clouding his vision. It was the smile, the body, the clothes she wore. Even though he was sure they were clothes she had to wear, from that store, she made them her own somehow. 

And as if on cue, he looked up and there she was. The living, breathing, manifestation of his wet dreams. He ran down the steps now, forgetting about his sore body and caught up with her as she literally danced around the corner. He watched, and listened as she busted a move to "Rumpshaker" rappin along with Teddy Riley and Wrex-n-effex. She was so caught up in the song she dropped her keys and kept on going. Seeing this as divine intervention, he turned his head heavenward, gave thanks to the man upstairs and grabbed the keys. 

"Excuse me," he said tapping her shoulder. She turned to look at him and stopped dead in her tracks.

"You uh, dropped these," he said holding out her keys. It was most definitely her, although something was different about her. She was looking like a deer in headlights at the moment. Cautiously she took the keys from him. 

"Thanks," she said apologetically. She turned to walk away but he stopped her.

"Hey wait now, I remember you! You're the girl that sold me my mama's birthday present. She loved it by the way," he offered. 

She stared nervously up at him and smiled apprehensively. Then it was like a light bulb went off in her head.

"Jesus! I remember you!" she somewhat yelled covering her face. 

"What's the matter?" he asked, a concerned look crossed his face. She said nothing and continued walking. He was following closely trying to get a look at her. Her bangs were pinned back from her face in that bump thing girls were wearing these days. He had to admit, it looked cute on her. Her hair was up in this bun that looked like it took a lot of concentration. On anyone else, he would've been pissed that hair took up so much of her time and energy, but with this girl, he just appreciated the fact that she took the time. Man, there really must be something about... her.




When Worlds Collide



"Hey what's your name?" he asked. She continued to walk ignoring his question. 

"Hey now, what's all this about?" he asked stopping her in her tracks. She looked uneasy and embarrassed.

"Are, are you upset cause I caught you dancin?" 

That look was back again, that deer in headlights look. She also looked like she might run in any direction. 

"Whoa, hey, it's alright! Hell I like that song too! Although you look a whole lot better dancin to it than I do. Kinda got two left feet," Caiden added gesturing with his feet. She looked a bit calmer.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude. It's just, I'm not used to being talked to I guess." 

Her voice was soft and sweet and poured over him slowly like molasses. 

"You seemed pretty talkative last time I saw ya?"

"Yeah, but that was work. They pay me to be perky," she stated. 

"Listen, I really have to go," she said turning to leave once again. "I have a huge paper due in a few days, and I'm nowhere near done so-"

"Wait, can I walk with you?" Caiden asked already following her. 

"Why?" she asked looking up at him with those big honey colored eyes. 

"Cause I wanna get to know you? Maybe you can get to know me too," he said smiling. Whatever he said must've rubbed her the wrong way because her face switched up quickly. 

"Aww hell!" she exclaimed throwing up her hands. "Here we go!"

"What? What I say?"

"All y'all lame ass dudes is the same! U see a piece of caramel in a sea of vanilla swirl and decide you need a change. All the sudden you got 'jungle fever' huh? Well keep lookin, cause it ain't me!"

"Wow! Where'd all that come from? Sure as hell wasn't me?"

"Oh, no? so you weren't just fuckin me with your eyes then?"

Busted!

"Dang girl! Why you gotta be so defensive? Yes I looked at ya, it's a free country ain't it? But I said I wanna get to know you and I do! Look I'm sorry if the way I looked at you made you feel uncomfortable. It's just, well I'm not used to seeing women of your calibre up here. Hell, most the women round here look like they wouldn't know nothing bout chicken and collard greens."

"Oh, and because I'm black, I should know all about it right?" she snapped.

"Well I don't' know, I'm white and I know about em, I mean mama made it all the time,"

She was already walking away briskly. This was going all wrong! Terribly wrong!

"Wait are we really arguing about chicken and greens?"

"Nope! I'm done talkin!" she was speed walking and he had to jog to catch up with her, reminding him of his body's agitated state. He caught up with her with a slight grimace of pain on his face from his sore body. Once in front of her he grabbed her arms and held her at arms length.

"Okay, wait. I don't know what I said to offend you so much but whatever it was I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. I just want to get to know you. Honestly, I'm not as bad a guy as I may seem. My friends think I'm pretty cool! You can ask anybody and they'll vouch for me! I just wanna be your friend,"

She looked at him sceptically, tilting her head to the side and looking up into his eyes, as if contemplating. He slowly let her arms go and they fell to his sides. 

"Whaddaya say we start over, huh?"

He wiped one of his palms on his sweat pants and offered it to her.

"Hello, I'm Caiden" he said still holding out his hand. She looked hesitant to shake it. 

"Reign," she said finally taking his hand and shaking it. His hand dwarfed her small brown one and she quickly released him.

"As in what falls from the sky? That kinda rain?" he asked continuing to walk. She was once again hesitant but followed after a brief nudge from Caiden. 

"Naw reign as in 'the queen reigns over England.' or something like that,"

"Well, that's different," he said sneaking a look at her. 

"My mothers a different kinda gal I guess," she said looking away from him. 

"You play football or sum?" she asked changing the subject. 

"Oh yeah, for Worthington. That's the only reason I'm way the hell up here, got a scholarship. My brothers got one too but they don't start till next semester. They're gonna hate it here but hey, it ain't like I didn't warn em. Hell they both knew they were comin to nowhere Ville USA, but we didn't wanna break the family up."

"Where you from anyways?" she asked curiously. 

"Texas baby, born and raised. How bout you? I know you ain't from this place."

"Oh hell no, I'm from New York, but I got a full scholarship too," she said and left it at that. 

"Really? What's New York like?" he asked excitedly. He hadn't really been outside of Texas. Well, that he could remember. The only place he knew was Texas, and now here. 

"It's dirty and smelly, not a nice place to visit," she said simply.

They'd been walking for a bit now and had left the stadium behind. They took a short path though a wooded area and came out behind a small apartment building. Reign began digging though her purse for her keys. 

"Listen, I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier. I was a complete bitch and that really wasn't cool,"

"Aww. It's alright!" he said brushing it off.

"Naw, it's not but you gotta understand. Being the only black girl around makes you so different. Do you know how often people stare at me? How often I get judged, or 'propositioned'. You gotta have your guard up at all times. You know? "

"Yeah," he said grinning at her.

"Most of the time they judging me too! Um just some redneck who can run fast. God forbid I should open my damn mouth and let somethin country fall out. They be lookin at me like I got ten heads!"

She laughed, and it was like they'd been doing this all their lives. At least to him it was. Talking to her was just easy once she let her guard down. 

They'd been standing at the back door just talking and sneaking looks at each other like teenagers. This for some reason made Caiden giddy. It had been so long since he felt like this about a girl. Hell she was more that a girl, she was all woman. 

"Okay I'm not gonna hold you hostage anymore but I'd love to call you sometime," he said as sweet as possible. 

"I'd like that," she said even sweeter. 

He had to fight himself not to break out dancing on the spot. She said yes? 

She dug a pen out of her purse and grabbed his hand to write her number on his palm. Once she had his hand she noticed how sweaty it was. 

"Are you nervous?" she asked incredulously. He pulled his hand away from hers.

"Well yeah! I'm standing here with the prettiest lil thing I've seen in ages, of course I'm nervous!"

"Awww, baby you ain't gotta be nervous around me, I'm as laid back as they come."

She'd just about knocked the wind outta him. It wasn't so much as the words she said; it was how she said it. The 'Awwww, baby' part of it in particular was what he was stuck on. She'd called him baby and it was the sexiest thing he's experienced in a long long while. 

She handed him the number written on a London drugs recipt from her purse and turned to unlock the door. 

"I hope I'll hear from you soon Caiden,"

"Believe me, you will. You most certainly will."



When Worlds Collide



Happy Halloween everyone. I normally write good versus evil stories in the nonhuman section, but I really wanted to write a fun and entertaining one for a change. This story contains characters from 'Secrets of the Forest Nymph' and 'They Walk Among Us'. Two separate worlds, coming together for one sex and fun filled night. For the nonhuman readers, I have a -- special -- trick or treat for you during the party. This is a submission for the Halloween contest so don't forget to vote. I'd like to dedicate this to the -- ladies -- who made it possible. JC, TJ, MT, DP, you four know who you are.

Large colonial style home, Virginia Beach, Virginia.

It was three days before Halloween, and Chad Franklin was lounging around his beachfront property. As he read the daily newspaper, he saw an ad for the annual costume party at September's. His wife, Susan, worked there on some nights as a blackjack dealer.

He laughed to himself as he thought of the irony of the idea. Every time she worked at the table, they were having a costume party of sorts. Finding out the truth about his Forest Nymph Princess was an eye opening experience, to say the least.

Chad put the paper down and leaned back in his recliner. He thought back to the journey to rescue his lovely wife from the evil ogre Marrow. Never in his wildest imagination would he have believed a mystical world existed in parallel with the human world.

"The club manager would freak if he ever found out one of his dealers is a one hundred and seventy five year old Princess, whose real name was Shea," Chad thought.

While Chad was thinking about his wife, he caught a glimpse of a bright flash of light that exploded in the other room. He jumped up thinking that a light bulb shattered, but immediately stopped when Susan's friend, Feather, strode into the living room.

"Hi there you handsome devil."

Chad glared at the petite woman, whose beauty equaled her abnormal thirst for sex. As Feather walked forward, her long blond hair flowed around her like a mist. Chad wondered if there was a man alive that would be able to resist her charms, human or forest dweller.

"Can't you knock or something before you pop into someone's home?"

"You know the Tulok root doesn't work like that you silly human," Feather said, as she wrapped her slender arms around his neck and hugged him.

He knew all too well how the Tulok root worked. The strange root was the only way to travel between the forest and the human world. He smiled at the memory of when Susan and Feather first took to the forest, then using him sexually while in a drugged state.

Chad wrapped his arms around her shapely waist and picked her up off the floor. As he squeezed her back, he knew that no matter how annoyed he got with her, it didn't last long.

"It's good to see you again Feather. As a matter of fact, I was just thinking about you and the others."

"Mmmmm, I like it when you think about me."

Chad put her down. "Christ you horny elf, can't you ever stop thinking about sex? Besides, I think my wife might get the wrong idea if she found us together."

"Speaking of which, where is Shea?"

"She's still at work and you know she goes by the name Susan when she's in the human world."

Feather walked over to the couch and sat down. "You're not going to start lecturing me on human world rules again are you?"

"Would it do any good?"

"Never has yet," she said, as she placed the small piece of Tulok root on the coffee table.

"To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" Chad asked as he sat back down.

"I came to check on my adorable little nephew. Where is the little prince?"

Feather was really just a close family friend, but she grew up with Princess Shea in the forest. They were now closer than any sisters were, in either world. During the battle to regain control of the forest from Marrow and rescue Shea, they created a special bond with each other that was unbreakable.

"John's upstairs sleeping. He went to bed about an hour ago."

Chad suddenly remembered the vision of Artemis, the Goddess of the forest, as she told Susan she was pregnant. True to her word, Susan Franklin gave birth to a healthy boy, who would one day take his place as the ruling king of the forest.

"Would you mind if I just went upstairs and checked on him? I really miss him, and it's been so long."

"You just saw him last month Feather, but go ahead. Try not to wake him up while I fix us some drinks."

The small framed elf jumped up and gathered the hem of her long white gown. As she darted for the stairs, Chad saw the bright gleaming smile that always made his cock jump in his pants.

Once Feather had returned from tucking John in, the two of them sat and talked about the forest. Chad had grown fond of the world that he visited with the use of the Tulok root. As Susan's husband, he always received royal courtesy. He never grew tired of meeting the forest creatures, and they accepted him as one of their own.

Feather brought him up to date on all the happenings in her world. She told him about his mother, Bolara. How she took care of her subjects with a soft hand, and large heart. Chad asked how the mermaids were getting along. Feather informed him that Larry was doing a great job keeping their sex drive under control.

At the mention of his friend's name, Chad became a little sad. He had not seen Larry for some time. On every visit that Chad and Susan made, he was never around. He had not seen the winged Tengu since the large celebration, in honor of the brave creatures that saved the forest from total darkness.

"I have to get the family back there and stay for a few weeks. I really need to catch up with Larry. That is if I can get those horny mermaids away from him."

Chad saw that Feather's drink needed freshened up, so he walked over to take her glass. As he did, Feather reached up with her free hand and pressed it firmly against Chad's noticeable bulge.

"Now what would my wife say if she walked in and saw you groping my crotch?"

"She'd tell that horny husband of mine to behave himself." Susan walked into the living room and put her purse down on the coffee table 

Feather got up and ran over to her long time friend, hugging her tightly. Chad could only watch in amazement at the affection the two had for each other.

"Honey, I can explain everything. I wasn't doing anything that..."

"Oh Chad darling, I was just giving you a hard time. It's so nice to see you Feather, what brings you to the human world?"

"I missed my precious little nephew, along with you two of course."

"I could see that when I walked in. You weren't trying to seduce my husband while I was at work by any chance, were you?"

"Maybe, but now that you're here I guess I'll have to get permission first," Feather said with a laugh.

"Um, I'll just go get some drinks for everyone while you two catch up," Chad said, as he made a quick exit from the room.

He fixed Susan a strong salty dog and poured Feather another rum and coke. When he walked back into the living room, he found only Feather sitting on the couch.

"Where did Susan run off to?"

"She went upstairs to change into something more comfortable. Should I go and check on her?"

"Oh no, you stay right down here. The last time you two went upstairs together, you came back down and lit that damn Tulok root on fire, and drugged me."

"I didn't hear you complaining when we were in the forest that night."

"You two took advantage of me and I..."

"Loved every minute of it Chad," Susan said as she descended the stairs.

Susan changed into a shimmering blue floor length robe. Her large breasts accented the clinging satin material. As Chad stared at his wife, he couldn't help but think. 

"Even in the human world, she still carries herself as a princess."

"Can it be possible that you get more beautiful everyday -- Princess Shea?" Chad said.

"Why thank you your majesty. I think I'm aging gracefully," Susan said with a slight bow.

She took her drink and sat down next to Feather. "Honey I was wondering, you know the club is having a costume contest for Halloween."

"Yeah, I was reading about it in tonight's paper. Man if they knew you were actually a Forest Nymph Princess."

"What if they did, just for one night?"

Feather broke into the conversation. "Shea -- I mean Susan -- are you getting sick or something? No one in the human world can ever know about us. You didn't see how shocked Chad was, when I told him who you really were. Humans just aren't ready to find out that a parallel world lives within their own."

"I know that Feather, but there is a way to do it without giving away our secret."

"I feel a headache coming on," Chad said, as he rubbed his head.

"Just hear me out for a moment before you get all human on me," Susan said sarcastically.

"I can't help it -- Shea -- I am human."

"How many times do you see a ghost, or a vampire, maybe even a werewolf running around?"

"Uh -- never, because they don't exist."

"They do on Halloween Chad. Everyone dresses up and heads out for trick or treating. Clubs have costume contests and families even put on haunted houses."

"Susan I understand you hate not being able to tell anyone about your real self, but those are just costumes and everyone knows it not real."

"Chad, I think I know where Shea's going with this," Feather cut in as she used her friend's real name.

"You and I could dress up as an elf archer and princess. Everyone would think it's a costume and I could use your real name all night long in front of everyone. It's a brilliant idea Shea."

"Ok honey, I don't see the problem with that. I think the two of you could pull it off."

"Um -- actually I wanted to know if it's ok if Mother joins us."

"Come on Susan. Let's be realistic here for a moment. She's never been to the human world before. She won't know what's going on, someone might think she's weird or insane. We can't take that chance."

Susan lowered her eyes, as the frown spread across her face. Chad knew his dear wife missed her mother, and she often used the Tulok root to visit her in the other world. The first time Chad and Susan used the root to take John there, he was nervous. His fears subsided, when his young son laughed and squirmed for another ride through the portal.

"Ok, let's give it a try, but you have to promise me that it won't get out of control. If anyone starts to think badly of her, we have to bring her back to the house right away."

Susan and Feather both jumped up and darted towards Chad, as he saw the large smiles. Knowing he was about to be molested by the happy women, Chad placed his drink down just before they slammed their beautiful bodies against him.

"Thank you so much Chad! I know Mother will be so excited!"

"How can I ever deny you anything when you give me that little pout face Susan?"

"I think my loving husband needs a special treat for being so understanding."

"I think he does too Susan. Would you mind if I stay awhile and help out?"

"It wouldn't be a special treat if you didn't, my dear friend," the Forest Nymph Princess said.

Susan stood up and untied her majestic robe. As it fell free from her body, Chad moaned softly in approval. After John was born, she worked hard on her body to get back her shapely form. The sight of her naked body always made him hard.

While Chad devoured her body with his eyes, Feather removed his pants and freed his pulsing cock. She wasted no time in taking it in her warm mouth and swallowing it to the base.

"Jesus Feather, I forgot how talented you are at that," Chad moaned, as he tossed his head back.

Susan leaned in, running her wet tongue across Chad's sensitive nipple. She knew it drove him wild with lust, as Chad reached down and pressed her mouth harder on to the budding nub.

Feather removed her mouth and started jacking the slick meat slowly. "It's been awhile since the three of us have played together Chad. I was starting to think you forgot what it was like with two hot women."

"It's not that I forgot -- oh fuck that feels good -- it's just a matter of survival. I don't want you two to kill me. Hell it's -- yeah a little faster -- hard enough when it's just one of you alone."

Susan pulled her mouth off his nipple and looked down at Feather. "Speaking of hard enough, is he ready yet?"

"Oh I think he's more than ready."

Feather straddled Chad's hips, as Susan kissed her husband hard. As she lowered herself down, Chad felt the tightness engulf him. Grabbing the back of Susan's head, he moaned deeply as their tongues fought with each other.

"Jesus Chad, it's been awhile since I've had this monster inside me," Feather said as she pulled herself off but left the head inside , then slammed her body down.

Susan pulled her mouth away and looked at her loving husband. The look on his face told her everything. He enjoyed having two willing women at his disposal who loved sex as much as he did.

"How does she feel baby?" Susan asked him.

"You two are going to kill me."

"I just thought since it's been awhile since the three of us had sex, fucking her instead of me would be a nice present."

Feather picked up speed as she began rocking her hips back and forth. She had one hand on Susan's shoulder, and the other was rubbing her clit with experienced dexterity.

Susan leaned in and pressed her lips against Chad's ear. She knew what her husband liked and he really did deserve a special night. She nibbled his ear, as Feather moaned loudly.

"Sounds like she's having a fun ride sweetheart, how does your big cock feel inside another woman? You know I enjoy watching you fuck her."

"Oh please don't start saying things in my ear. You know what that does to me damn it," Chad said pleadingly.

"Then maybe you want to watch me with Feather. Would that be more to your liking? If you want, I'll suck her firm tits while she rides your thick piece of meat."

Feather was well aware of Chad's fetishes. She overheard Susan's comments and leaned forward to join her in teasing the human.

"I really enjoy fucking another woman's husband, but what's even better is when she does me too."

Chad was holding her hips as she ground her clit against his pelvis. The nasty talk was driving him closer to the point of no return. The sex fiends were pushing his buttons with a great deal of pleasure, as Susan placed her own hand between her legs and pleasured herself.

"I want to suck your cock Chad. I want to suck -- oh damn my fingers feel good," Susan moaned into his ear.

"Do it Susan! Suck me off the rest -- oh fuck I'm..."

Feather quickly lifted herself up and placed her drenched pussy against his mouth. As she held the back of Chad's head, his lovely wife plunged the entire length of the slick cock down her throat. When Chad felt it slip in, he moaned loudly against feather's clit.

"Oh yesssssssssss!" Feather screamed as she began to cum hard.

With Feather's juice streaming into his mouth, and Susan bobbing her head quickly, Chad released his pent up load. The first blast of hot cum went straight into Susan's stomach. A naughty thought flashed in her mind, and she pulled her lips up to encircle the throbbing head.

It took just a few seconds to fill her mouth to overflowing. She pulled off Chad's dripping cock, as Feather slumped down in his lap. Susan grabbed her friend by the hair and pulled her head back, as she kissed the elf deeply.

Chad watched as Susan fed his cum into Feathers mouth. Through the whole ordeal, she never stopped fingering herself. Sharing Chad's cum with Feather pushed her over the edge, as she felt the juice run down her shapely thighs.

Susan was always the forceful one when it came to girl on girl sex. When she broke the steamy kiss, she replaced her tongue with the dripping fingers of her hand. As she finger fucked Feather's mouth, she looked at her panting husband.

"Thank you for agreeing to let my mother come to the human world. Now as soon as you get your second wind, we're going to drag you upstairs and abuse you my dear."

Chad could only nod his head in approval. The only reason he did, was he knew he had no real choice in the matter. When his wife got like this, it was best to just shut up and go along with it.

Naval Special Warfare Group Two, Naval Amphibious Base, Little Creek, Virginia.

Electricians Mate Second Class (EM2) Kevin Dvorska looked through the SEALs spotter scope, as Alpha's sharpshooter took aim. At eight hundred meters, the playing cards looked like miniature replicas. He wondered how in the hell V-man could see them.

Aviation Ordnanceman Second Class (AO2) Dan Vasquez let his breath out slowly, and squeezed the hair trigger of the .50 caliber rifle. It bucked against his shoulder, but V-man kept his eye to the scope.

"Ace of Spades, nice shot V-man," Kevin said.

"That makes three Aces and a King Wolfie. Don't let the pressure get to you rookie," Vasquez told Mark Wolfhorst.

Gunners Mate Third Class (GM3) Mark Wolfhorst was new to SEAL Team two. After assignment as a sniper to the new Bravo squad, he was constantly proving his worthiness to the team. The original Bravo fire team died in action during a mission on the outskirts of Predjama Slovenia.

Wolfie took careful aim. He knew of V-man's skill with a weapon back at Coronado when he received his orders to SEAL Team Two. Trying to top him in a marksmanship contest, was like trying to climb Mount Everest in your underwear.

As the report of the rifle sounded, Kevin looked down range. "Ten of Diamonds, he's working on a flush V-man."

Dan Vasquez took his time. There was only one more Ace up on the side of the hill. If he could get that one with a King kicker, he'd have the kid over a barrel. As the round left the barrel, V-man felt a small breeze kick up. When he looked through the high-powered scope, he saw the corner of the Ace of Clubs explode. 

"Bingo baby! Four Aces and a King kicker!"

"Last shot Wolfie. Remember, this is just practice for you. During training its ok to screw up, not in real life when it counts," Kevin told the rookie shooter.

A small breeze kicked up again slightly and Wolfie held his shot. When he thought it calmed down enough, he let the .50 caliber weapon settle the score. After refocusing on the far hill, he saw his targets for the day.

"Not bad, another Diamond," Wolfie chuckled.

"Sorry rookie, my four Aces rule the roost."

Kevin continued to peer through his scope. "I think you better put your four Aces back on the eggs V-man. That last Diamond was the King, which gives the newbie a Royal Flush. It looks as if we have a new rooster in the yard."

V-man was about to make a smart comment when Adam Dawson pulled up in a Jeep. Adam was the Lieutenant in charge of Alpha squad. It was his job to check up on his team's post deployment training. Even though they were state side, SEALs trained constantly to keep their skills honed to the highest level.

"Are you done showing off Vasquez?"

"Hey L-tee, actually we just finished up."

"Sorry Wolfhorst, you know the rules. Look on the bright side, it's only three miles back to the compound," Adam told Bravo's sharpshooter.

"That does make me feel better Lieutenant. I wouldn't want V-man to get a blister on his way back. You want me to check your weapon in for you, Petty Officer Vasquez?" Mark Wolfhorst asked with a smile.

"You're shitting me! V-man, you haven't had to walk back since joining the teams. You're not getting a little rusty in your old age are you?" Adam asked.

Dan Vasquez stood up and handed his rifle to Kevin Dvorska, then turned towards Adam Dawson. While looking his team leader in the eyes, he raised his hand and flipped him off quickly. As he started to walk away, Wolfie stopped him.




When Worlds Collide



"Here Kevin, take mine too. I think I'll head back with Dan," Wolfie said as he stood up. His six foot three inch frame towered over the smaller SEAL.

"Whoa wait a minute sailor. He knows the SEAL code in the shooting range. You lose, you walk home," Adam said.

"I know Lieutenant, but another code is SEALs don't do anything alone." 

Kevin climbed in the Jeep, and set the two sniper rifles in the back. As Adam headed towards the compound, he wondered how his point man was getting along with his new girlfriend, Laura. She was quite upset when she first learned what Kevin really was. Then again, finding out that the person who saved your life is a werewolf, can be terrifying.

Because of the werewolf code, Kevin could only tell his true love what he really was. The only reason Adam and his new wife Kristine knew, was Kevin tried to show them what the killer of Bravo squad truly was. His attempt at getting them to leave and save themselves failed. Now, other than Kevin's mother, there were three people that new his secret.

"So how's Laura getting along with the whole werewolf thing Kev?"

"She's getting used to the idea."

"And you?" Adam asked, because he knew his friend had trouble accepting his -- gift -- sometimes.

"Actually Boss, it seems to bring us closer. Almost every night, I change and she lies on my chest as we watch TV. It's either that, or the fact that I'm naked when I change. Give that girl a little sex, she tries to kill you for hours."

Adam had to laugh at the comment. He knew all too well, what happens to a woman when she has great sex. His new wife Kristine was always after him when he was home. What started as friends with benefits, ended up with the two of them getting married and her leaving the CIA.

"I know exactly how you feel little buddy. Hell, I though it was bad enough when Kristine and I lived together in Aviano. It's become an obsession for her ever since the wedding."

"You don't have to tell me Adam. You know I can smell her on you every morning," Kevin said with a laugh.

"Eat shit Dvorska. Learn how to dial that scent gland down."

"Aye, aye Lieutenant."

"Have you and Laura got plans for the weekend?"

"She's going back to Michigan to get some things. I have to drop her off at the airport in the morning. I was planning on just hanging around the apartment, pass out candy to the kids, why?"

"Kristine saw an ad in the paper for a costume party at a club called September's. She's going as a witch and I'm going as a cowboy. You should see her in that emerald green dress. Why don't you join us, it should be a fun time."

"I don't know, let me think about it," Kevin said, as they reached the armory of the compound.

Kevin got out and picked up the two sniper rifles. As he entered the building, he wondered why people would dress up like scary creatures and go out. He laughed to himself as he thought of the irony of a real werewolf mingling among the witches, ghosts, and vampires.

"I wonder how many people would run in fear, if I walked in as a large brown werewolf?" Kevin thought with amusement.

**********

Kevin Dvorska walked into the apartment that he shared with Laura. His father told him that he would find true love, but he didn't believe him. Werewolves didn't mate with normal humans, and he could only reveal himself to his true love. Kevin knew he got lucky.

"Hey Laura, I'm home," he said, as he tossed his keys on a small table.

Suddenly a small framed blond girl came running out of the hallway. When she reached Kevin, she launched herself onto his muscular body. Kevin caught her with ease and rocked her from side to side, as she hugged him tightly.

"I missed you so much today sweetheart," Laura said, as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"It's only been eight hours Laura. What the hell are you going to do when I deploy overseas?"

"Cry myself to sleep every night and buy stock in Duracell batteries," she replied as she kissed him deeply.

Kevin felt so alive with her. The passion she put into their relationship was beyond explanation. When they first met in Aviano Italy, she was a shy person most of the time. The fact that she had burn scars for life from a car accident, made her self-conscious about her appearance.

Kevin broke the kiss. "How many times do I have to tell you, you don't have to wear that wig when were in the apartment. You know your scars don't bother me."

"Old habits are hard to break dear, but I really like my new habits."

"Yeah, like trying to fuck me to death. As a werewolf, I can't really be hurt too much, but as a human, I can. It would be hard to explain to Adam Dawson how you killed his point man."

"It'll start to slow down soon enough, but right now, I'm trying to catch up for lost time," she said as she began to grind her pelvis against his growing cock.

"Play catch up later, I gotta take a shower," Kevin said, and then helped her down.

"Ok, I'll get dinner started. Don't use all the hot water because I need a shower before my flight in the morning."

Kevin headed for the bathroom and pulled his shirt off as he walked. The wolf whistles he heard told him that Laura was still standing there watching him. After closing the door, he started the shower and stripped off his UDT shorts.

When he stepped into the warm stream of water, he leaned his head back and let the water wash the day's sweat off him. He was thinking how peaceful it was going to be this weekend, not having her pestering him for sex.

"Jesus, I might be able to wake up without actually being attacked in the morning."

As he was lost in his thoughts, a cold can slid across his back. When he turned around, he saw Laura's lustrous arm sticking through the shower curtain. She was holding a cold Budweiser just out of the stream of water.

"Um -- I thought you could use a beer after a stressful day."

"Thanks honey, just set it on the sink and I'll get it when I'm finished."

The beer disappeared and then Laura pulled the blue shower curtain to the side. She was a stunning young woman, even more so when she was naked. Her brown eyes shimmered, as she hungrily looked at him. The burn scars on her scalp, and the sparse patch of hair did nothing to diminish his love for her.

"I wanted to save time and just get my shower now. Need me to -- do -- your back?"

"Why do I get the feeling you're not going to stop at my back?"

"Oh come on Kevin, I'll be gone for five whole days. I'm just trying to make sure I get enough of your big cock to see me through."

"Well we wouldn't want you admitted to the hospital for cock withdrawal."

Kevin wrapped his large muscular arms around her, and held her close. Her pert breasts smashed against his chest while they kissed. Since Kevin was six foot tall, she had to tilt her head back, which always allowed him access to her tender neck.

With one arm wrapped around his powerful neck, she reached down and stroked his abnormally large cock. Since she was a petite woman, her delicate hand barely wrapped all the way around it. As she manipulated the pulsing cock, Kevin moaned into her mouth, as she tried to swallow his tongue.

When the two lovers came up for air, Laura turned around and placed one foot on the side of the tub. She leaned forward, and then literally pulled Kevin by his cock towards her. This wasn't the first time she'd done this, and Kevin instinctively grabbed her hips and fed the tip of his cock into her moist pussy.

"Oh Jesus, where has that cock been all my life?"

"To the best of my knowledge -- between my legs," Kevin said, as he slowly pushed forward.

Laura really didn't have a sex life before she met Kevin, so she was tight. She wasn't a virgin when they first made love, but given his girth, she might just as well have been.

As Kevin's cock pushed deeper, her raised leg began shaking. It was her way of indicating that the level of pain versus pleasure was near a meeting point. He paused for a moment to allow her pussy muscles to adjust to his size.

"Oh my God Kevin, it gets bigger every day."

Kevin moved one hand from her hips. Placing a finger on her tingling clit, he slowly moved it in circles across the sensitive nub. When he noticed her leg stop shaking, he pushed deeper inside her.

Kevin knew she was only able to handle three quarters of his cock. When he reached that point he pulled out slightly, then began fucking her slowly. Laura moaned her approval, and bent over further to accommodate him.

"I know I won't last five days without this. I never thought it would feel this good. Please don't ever stop fucking me," she pleaded with him.

"You can always -- damn you're tight -- bring a dildo with you."

"No I -- fuck me, fuck me Kevin -- can't."

"Why not sweetheart?"

"I can't find them this big, I've tried. Now fuck me like you mean it, you gorgeous stud!"

Kevin picked up speed, as she braced herself against the back of the shower. Water pelted his taut ass cheeks, as he held the lower half of her small body. He never lasted very long during their first session, but if Laura was leaving in the morning, he knew they'd be at it again soon.

Kevin's legs were beginning to shake as his orgasm neared. He wanted to hold out until she got off, so he moved his finger faster on her screaming clit. By the sounds of her grunts, she wasn't far off either.

"She must have been saving this one all day."

"Come on Laura. I want to feel that cum on my legs, so cum for me -- my lover." Kevin knew the words 'my lover' would push her buttons.

"Oh God, oh God, I'm -- oh -- I'm..."

"My lover," Kevin said with pure honesty.

"Nowwwwwww!"

As her pussy muscles squeezed his cock, Kevin lost the battle of control. His large cock shot pulse after pulse of scalding hot cum into her body. When he pulled his cock free, she slipped a little. With lightning speed, he grabbed her and pulled her close to his chest. She was panting quickly, as Kevin stroked her slick body.

"The water's starting to get cold Laura. We better finish the shower before we shrivel up."

"Can we -- oh wow -- can we -- order out?"

"Only if you promise not to attack me tonight," Kevin said jokingly.

"Not a chance honey, I'll go start dinner."

As Laura stepped out of the shower, she grabbed the only towel in the bathroom and began drying her lithe body. Stepping away from the shower, she wrapped the towel around her head, covering her burn scares.

"Honey, it's just you and me here. You don't have to hide yourself like I do."

"I know Kevin, but you're going to have to give me time. I've worn a wig since I was a little girl. Being a werewolf, you should know about the difficulties of changing one's habit."

Kevin looked at his lover as she checked herself in the mirror. With a sly smile on his face, he transformed quickly into his true self, a large brown werewolf. The huge fur covered form filled the medium sized bathroom to overflowing proportions. Out of the corner of Laura's vision, she caught sight of the dangerous beast.

"God damn it Kevin! Stop doing that so suddenly, you scared me half to death!" she screamed at the drooling wolf.

Kevin took a step forward towards the glaring young woman. She had to learn that being yourself is the only thing a person can be. He let out a low growl, as he extended a large heavy paw towards her. Laura stared at the razor sharp talons that could rip her tender flesh to shreds.

"Oh my, you look soooo scary Kevin Dvorska. Is this your way of discussing things with your girlfriend? Here's a news flash for you buddy, you can't talk as a werewolf. Since I'm the only one who can, I win the argument, ha, ha," Laura said with a laugh and a smile.

Knowing he'd just stepped out of the shower, he put his front paw down and shook his body violently. Beads of water starting flying around in the confined space, Laura had to quickly remove her towel and shield her body from the spray.

"Ok stop, you win damn it!"

Kevin stopped shaking and was about to nudge his muzzle against her in affection. Laura quickly grabbed the lower portion of the towel and snapped it at the monster she loved.

"Take this you bad dog," she yelled, as she snapped the towel toward his powerful chest.

Kevin laughed inside, as he grabbed the flicking cloth in his sharp teeth. His quick reflexes were no match for whatever she wanted to try. When he pulled the towel away from her, he let it fall harmlessly to the now soaked floor. He knew playtime was over, so he quickly changed back to his human form of a muscular Kevin Dvorska.

"You don't play fair Kevin."

"Just trying to be me honey, it's ok if we order out tonight."

"Oh thanks baby, that gives you more time to do things for me," she said, as she picked up the towel and tossed it to him.

"You can start by cleaning up this mess you made, my gorgeous werewolf."

8:00 a.m. at Chad Franklin's house, morning of October 31st.

Chad Franklin gingerly rolled out of bed. His body was sore from last night's sex marathon with Susan and her friend Feather. He silently wished he hadn't agreed to have her stay for the week.

Slipping on his terry cloth robe, he made his way down to the kitchen. As he passed his son John's room, he peeked in to check on him. His bed was tidy, but John was nowhere to in sight. Chad continued to the kitchen and found the house empty.

A fresh pot of coffee was ready for him, and he poured a cup of the life giving fluid. As he took a sip, he noticed a note from Susan just off to the side of the coffee pot.

"Morning my wonderful husband,

I decided to let you sleep in. Hope we didn't hurt you last night. Feather and I took John to the forest for the day. Feather's mom is going to babysit for us while we go to the party tonight. Thanks again for agreeing to let Mother come visit us in the human world. I promise you won't regret it. I'll be back soon.

Love, Susan

P.S. If it makes you feel any better, Feather said she's sore too."

"I'm amazed, finally some peace and quiet on a Saturday morning," he said, as he grabbed his mug and walked out to the back porch.

Chad sat down in the beach chair and looked out at the Atlantic Ocean. The crisp salt air filled his senses, as he watched Dolphins play out in the distance. After a rough week at work, and even rougher nights, he was beat.

"I could sit out here all morning. No one but some joggers on the beach. Damn, now this is the way to spend a Saturday."

Chad let his sore body slump in the chair, as he sipped his coffee. He thought of Susan's note, and wondered how John would get along with Feather's mom, Leonia. She would probably run him around all day with the other forest creatures. He was sure John would be lights out by eight.

Since Chad was outside watching the world go by, he failed to notice the extreme bright light that flashed in the living room. After a few moments, the sliding glass door opened, and Susan walked out on the porch.

"Good morning my love," Susan said as she kissed her husband.

"Mmmmm, I was wondering when you'd get back. Is Bolara here?"

"She's in the kitchen. Come on in and say hi."

Chad got up and followed his lovely wife inside. He felt a little out of sorts greeting Queen Bolara naked underneath his bathrobe. When Susan stepped to the side, he saw Bolara staring at the microwave.

"Your majesty," Chad said as he bowed politely.

"Oh Chad, I'm your mother, you don't have to be so formal with me. Besides I'm in the human world now, so it might be safer to just call me Bolara."

He was impressed with her choice of gowns. White flowing satin with gold trim along the plunging neckline. The gold trim matched the ones that graced her long sleeves. Even with her hair in slight disarray, she was a vision of true royalty. She was wearing the Crystal of Physis. Artemis gave it to the ruling family so they could communicate with other creatures in the forest. 

"I will have many questions while I'm here, I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all Bolara, ask away."

"What's this white box for?"

"It's called a microwave oven. Humans use them to cook food, or heat things up."

"So you light a fire inside it?"

"Um -- Susan, maybe you better take over. I think you're better suited for this and I should change into something more appropriate."

Chad walked into the living room, suddenly stopping when he saw the group that roamed around looking at objects on the shelves and walls. He knew Susan had some explaining to do as to why a tengu, a mermaid, and four sprites were running around his living room.

As he approached the tall white winged tengu, he softened a bit. Even though it wasn't part of the agreement, it was good to see his friend Larry who helped rescue his wife.

"I'm sure the mermaids are pissed off that you came here," Chad said, as he extended his hand.

"Chad! It's good to see you again. It's been a long time my friend, and yes, they were upset. That's why Susan decided to take Xena with us," Larry said as he shook the human's hand.

The lovely mermaid with strawberry blond hair came up to Chad and dropped to one knee. She understood his stature in the forest as Princess Shea's husband.

"Your majesty, it's a pleasure to see you again."

"Hi Xena, please stop with all the royalty stuff. You know I don't require it," Chad said as he helped her up.

"Thank you your majesty," she replied, as she kissed him deeply.

Chad pulled back and looked around quickly. "Xena, my wife is in the other room. Remember her -- Princess Shea?"

"The princess said I could give you a long kiss hello. She said you've been horny to see me."

"She did, did she? Now why doesn't that surprise me? By the way, while you're in the human world, you must use Chad and Susan when talking to us. I don't want any problems this evening. No one can take a chance on finding out about your world. It's too dangerous."

Susan walked in, followed by Bolara. She had a look on her face like that of a small child with her hand in the cookie jar. When she touched Chad's arm, he turned around with a glaring look.

"Um -- I can explain everything honey."

"This should be extremely interesting."

"Ok, I don't have an explanation."

"One of those, it's better to ask for forgiveness rather than permission huh? I just have one question for you Mrs. Franklin. What's with the sprites?" Chad asked, as the four topless winged sprites floated around the room.

"Well someone has to do our hair tonight." She smiled sheepishly at her husband.

"Honey, I love you, but how are we going to explain Larry? I'm almost positive humans have never seen a six foot tall man with white wings and a red beak."

"It's easy. Prosthetics and spirit gum go a long way, and I've seen stranger costumes there over the years."

"Um -- Xena, how long can you keep your human legs before you need to get to some water?" Chad asked her.

"I can go for about twelve hours or so. I was just in the lake before we came here, so I'm fine until we head out I guess. Shea -- I mean Susan -- said you two live near an ocean. She said I could take a swim there. I wouldn't mind seeing what kind of seafood I can catch for dinner."

Chad looked at his wife who had her hands clasped together and was swaying playfully back and forth.

"Still love me?"

Bolara walked up to Chad and placed a hand on his shoulder. The moment she touched him, the stress floated away from his body. No matter what the circumstances, Queen Bolara always had a way to defuse any conflict.

"Chad, this is your home and your world. If you are uncomfortable in any way, then we will return to the forest. I don't want to cause you and my daughter any grief."

"I'm sorry your majesty, it's just that I don't want anyone to know about you. Then there's the question of your safety."




When Worlds Collide



"No one will know Chad, and I have Larry and yourself to ensure my safety. This is the human world, it's not like you have monsters here."

"Ok Bolara. Since it seems you have this all figured out Susan, what's everyone going as tonight?"

"You can go as a baseball player. I think Xena could fit into my naughty nurse outfit from last year..."

"Oh I like that idea a lot! Can I have sex with a human?"

"No," Chad and Susan said at the same time.

"Mother and I can go as the royal family, since we are. Feather wants to be an archer, and Larry, well Larry can go as a tengu."

"Sounds like a plan baby. Now if you all don't mind, I need to go put some clothes on instead of my bathrobe."

"You don't have to go to any trouble on my account handsome," Xena said, as she brushed the palm of her hand against the side of her large breast.

Chad turned towards the stairs. "I hope this doesn't turn out to be some kind of weird orgy before we leave, or even worse, later tonight."

September's nightclub, Virginia Beach, Virginia.

Adam Dawson led the small group over to a corner table and sat down. Seated next to him, was his lovely wife, Kristine. Her shoulder length auburn hair flowed nicely out of the emerald green witch's hat. Right behind them were Kevin Dvorska and Carl Werner, who pulled their chairs out and sat down.

"Kevin you really should have dressed up tonight, it would have been fun," Kristine told her friend.

"Oh come on Kristine, we went through this over the phone. I'm not much of a Halloween guy, the only reason I am here is because Laura's out of town."

"I'm glad I did Kev, its fun to be someone else for a night," Carl Werner told him.

Carl was dressed as a vampire. It was a little difficult to understand him as he tried to talk with fake fangs in. He had a large afro wig on with a black cape. Kevin wondered if Carl knew how ridiculous he looked. The movie, Blackula, was so old that probably no one had ever heard of it.

While Kevin tried not to laugh at Carl, the server came over to take everyone's drink order. He stared hard at the lovely woman. She had slender hips and average sized breasts, but the thing that struck him the most was her brilliant white teeth and glossy red lipstick. It made a complete package of the Snow White costume.

"Hi, welcome to September's. What's your poison tonight?" Kevin noticed her accent immediately.

Adam looked at her outfit and knew just what to say. "Nothing with apples in it, that's for sure."

"Got it, no apples for table seven," she mumbled as she pretended to write it down.

"Um -- I'm gonna have a gin and tonic," Kristine said.

"Budweiser for the rest of us," Adam added.

Carl turned in his chair, looking at Snow White. "So where are the dwarves tonight?"

"I'm sorry, what was that?"

Kevin helped him out. "He has a minor problem with his teeth. He asked where the dwarfs were tonight."

"Oh the dwarfs, well I wore the little devils down today before work. They're trying to get their strength back for when I get off," she said with a devilish smile.

"That's a wonderful accent you have. Where are you from?" Kevin asked.

"Belgium actually, my husband runs an import/export business here in Virginia Beach."

"I love the sound of it. Say something a girl would say from Belgium."

"Ge kunt maar beter een goede tip achterlaten, luizebal," she said to Kevin with a smile.

"Wow, you didn't just try to hit on me did you?" Kevin laughed.

"Not really, it's Dutch. Translated, it means you'd better tip me well -- you flea ball."

The whole group laughed at Kevin, as he turned three shades of red.

Kristine leaned over to Kevin and whispered in his ear. "Do you think she knows you're a werewolf? Oops, there goes one now," she said, as she playfully plucked an imaginary flea out of Kevin's hair.

"That was -- that was great! What's your -- name lady?" Adam said through his gasps for air.

"It's Mokkelke, and I hope your friend knows I was just kidding. It was the first thing that popped into my mind. I'll be right back with your drinks."

"I think we just found a new hang out Boss," Carl said, as he wiped the tears off his face.

"Adam, I'm gonna head over to the raw bar and get us a snack. Try not to get into trouble while I'm gone," Kristine said, and then kissed his cheek.

"All good witches need an escort. I'll go with you Kristine," Carl said.

"Who said anything about being a good witch?" Kristine winked at Adam and blew her lover a kiss.

Kevin looked around at the people in the club. Most of the patrons were dressed in some sort of Halloween costume. He found it odd that in a beach community, there would be six John Wayne cowboys, including Adam.

When his eyes traveled to the entrance, Kevin saw a few more women walk in, but the one that caught his attention was a dark haired petite woman, who seemed to glide through the door. As she looked for a seat, Kevin saw her eyes. They were dark brown, and seemed to shine brightly with brightly with her makeup.

The black dress she wore went down just below her shapely ass. The large purple stripe that ran down the side flowed perfectly to her toned legs. The jet-black wings she had on stretched down to the floor. Kevin wondered how she was going to sit down without crushing them. The only things keeping them off the floor now were the deep purple 'come fuck me' pumps.

Her eyes stopped at a table next to the SEALs. As she slowly made her way over, every man in the large open area stopped what he was doing -- and stared at her. Even Kevin couldn't take his eyes off her movements. When she reached the empty chairs, she looked at the two men.

"Pardon me love, is this table taken?" the vision of beauty asked. Her accent only added to the overall splendor they were taking in.

It took a moment for the SEALs to recognize that she was speaking to them. Adam blinked a few times, and then cleared his throat.

"No not at all, feel free to sit down."

The woman spread her fake wings out to the side and gracefully sat down and crossed her legs. Just as she was about to say something, Kristine and Carl returned with a large plate of oysters and shrimp.

"Oh honey, you should see the raw bar, it's huge."

"I love your costume. Blackula was a uniquely different take on the vampire world," the dark angel said.

As Carl looked into her eyes, he almost choked on his shrimp while trying to swallow. At first, she thought he didn't hear her.

"I said, I love your costume," she said a little louder this time.

"Oh -- um -- thanks, my buddy Kevin over here didn't think it would look good. He has a thing about mystical beings."

The comment about mystical beings caught her attention, as she turned towards Kevin Dvorska. With a quizzical look, she cocked her head to one side and studied his face. The way she stared at him started to make him nervous as hell.

"I don't mean to be rude, but a few months ago, did you go through the London Heathrow airport at night?"

"Yes, I was on my way home for -- no, it can't be!"

"I thought I recognized your face, although it's pretty hard to forget someone who gave me such great advice. That, and the fact you turned me down that night," the woman said.

Adam stared at his friend as if he'd lost his mind. "That was before he met Laura, and he turned -- her -- down? How in the hell did he become a SEAL with only half a brain?"

"Um -- Kevin, you want to tell us what's going on?" Kristine asked quietly.

"Oh sorry Kristine, everyone, this is Jaz Cullen. She's going to be the next Stephen King. Nice to see you Jaz. I'm glad you took my advice about giving your vamp a soul, so to speak."

"Actually because of what you said to me that night in the bar, my friend mailed my story to a publisher here in Virginia Beach. The company sent me a letter to meet with them. The editor was out, but left me a message to meet her here. She said something about -- issues."

"I'd love to read it when it comes out Miss Cullen, what's the name of the book?" Kristine asked.

"It's called 'Fighting the Inevitable', but I'm not quite sure if it's going to be published. I don't know what kind of problems the editor has with it, so this may be just an expensive waste of time. I mean really, who would want to read a book that was written in an airport bar?"

"If she gets too harsh with you, you're in good company. These three gentlemen love to come to a woman's aid," Kristine said and then winked at her husband.

Adam reached over and grabbed Kristine's hand. As he squeezed it gently, he looked out at the different characters that were coming in. There were some pirates, a few fairies, and sure enough a ghost.

"Wonder how long it took that guy to think of a bed sheet with holes."

When the next group came in, Adam knew he wasn't going to enter and try to compete against those costumes. A large white male with a red beak, who had wings even bigger than Jaz's strolled in. A naughty nurse and two elegant looking women with flowers and baby's breath trimming in their hair followed him. A female archer and a baseball player escorted them. Adam figured the winged male would win.

Just behind them, an extremely stunning female in an Elvira dress entered. With a skintight black dress cut down the front to just above her navel, she'd give both Jaz and Kristine some competition in the attention department. She stepped out of the way of the incoming guests, and looked around as if trying to find someone. When she spotted Jaz's black wings, she slowly walked toward the group.

Watching Jaz strut her way over was a remarkable sight, but this mature woman was putting on a show. She had deep blue eyes that would rival any ocean on earth. It was like looking into someone's soul, and Adam found himself captivated by their sheer brilliance.

He blinked a few times to clear his thoughts, and then continued to watch her sultry movements. Adam hoped the vibrant woman didn't walk like that past a moving vehicle -- someone could get hurt.

Adam could see the sides of her tanned breasts and wondered how in the hell she was keeping the dress closed. As the woman moved, he could see the six-inch stilettos she wore. Adam's mind flashed to a vision of Jaz and this woman trying to escape the grasps of every man in the club, possibly some of the women as well.

Kristine looked over to her husband as Jaz and Kevin chatted with each other. When she noticed whom he was ogling, she pushed her elbow into his rib cage. Adam cleared his throat and looked at his wife.

"What? I can still look at the menu, I'm just not allowed to order off it," Adam said as he rubbed his side.

Just before Elvira reached the table, Mokkelke arrived with the drinks. She almost made the gorgeous cougar trip as she cut in front of her.

"Jesus lady, watch where you're going! You think it's easy to strut around in spikes, you Snow White wanna be!" Elvira thought.

"Sorry about that everyone. There was a mad rush at the bar for drinks, and one of our bartenders is running late," Mokkelke said, as she quickly placed the drinks down.

"Hey Mokkelke, if it's ok with you I'd like to put another round on order. Jaz, what can I get you, a Guinness?" Kevin asked.

"This is my first time in America, so I think maybe something elegant to match my dress. I feel like showing off a bit," Jaz purred.

"Very well then, Mokkelke would you add a bottle of champagne to the list please," Kevin said as he slightly bowed to Jaz.

"Got it, be back as soon as I can, lover boy."

"No you have it all wrong she's not my..."

"What ever, you keep running with that cover story. I've been doing this for a few years and I know how men look at women like it's their last meal," Mokkelke said and then ran off.

As Mokkelke moved out of the way, Kevin saw the mature woman dressed as Elvira standing right behind Jaz. His breath caught in his throat at the vision of the dazzling woman with one hand on her hip and staring at Jaz Cullen.

"Excuse me everyone. You wouldn't be Miss Cullen by any chance, would you? You're the only dark angel in the club," the woman asked.

Jaz turned her body as far as she could without damaging her wings. "Yes I am. You must be Miss T."

"May I join your group? I'd like to talk to you about your story, and I love your dress. That purple stripe really makes it pop."

Jaz turned to look at the three SEALs and Kristine. "Is it alright with everyone if Elvira joins us?" Jaz said with a giggle.

The SEALs just nodded with their mouths open slightly. Miss T slid next to Jaz and placed her clutch purse on the table. After checking her long black wig, she turned to the new author and wondered how she was going to take the news.

"I really want to start partying, so is it ok if we go over your story first Miss Cullen?"

"Oh please call me Jaz, Miss T."

"Actually it's pronounced MizT, with a z at the end. For some reason I just like the sound of it."

"So how bad is it? I had a lot of my friends read it and they thought it was pretty well written."

"First off, I think you're extremely talented Jaz. 'Fighting the Inevitable' has an intriguing story line. I have to be honest when I say it was sometimes difficult to follow. Your use of saidisms in the dialogue can distract the reader."

"Um -- my what?"

"It's called saidisms in the literary world. Some chapters have them when only two people have a dialog. I brought a few pages of the transcript to show you what I mean."

As the copyright editor reached into her purse, she pulled the pages out. They had yellow highlights on them, and MizT had rewritten some of the lines in red ink.

"Things like -- he said, she told him, he replied and so on. This is a common thing to new writers. Just between you and I sweetie, you should have read some of the stuff I did when I first started. My editors had to beat it out of me and I still find myself doing it from time to time. I still have the scars from them if you want to see."

"Oh I see, I guess I have some growing to do."

MizT placed her delicate hand on top of Jaz's. "It took me a long time and some sage advice from fellow authors. We all start somewhere and no matter how many stories you write, you strive to grow with every one of them," she said with a tender smile.

As the group listened to the critique from MizT, Kevin thought about his journey as a United States Navy SEAL.

"I wonder if Jaz would be interested in writing a story about a werewolf who becomes a SEAL."

"Now about your characters. I think a little more character structure would enhance an already wonderful story. Readers want to fall in love with the hero or heroine. You'll know when you have it correct, because your readers will start to believe that the character actually exists in the real world."

"I tried really hard to make Caleb enjoyable," Jaz said eagerly.

"No not Caleb, you have him written so well, that a few of us editors had to retire to the bathroom. We needed to um -- pause for the cause -- if you know what I mean," MizT said as she closed her eyes and licked her lips wantonly.

Jaz Cullen blushed at the comment, and then looked into the editor's eyes. She realized the lovely woman was truly trying to help her. Jaz only wished she could have told her this advice when she first started writing 'Fighting the Inevitable'.

"Well it was worth a shot. I guess I'll go back home in the morning and start going through it again. I do appreciate you taking the time to read it and giving me some feedback. Will it be possible to resubmit it to you when I'm finished?"

"Whoa, I don't think you understand Miss Cullen. Maybe this will make it a little clearer for you. I gave you that advice to help on your next book, not this one silly. The president of the company loved it and he can't stop talking about it. I'm going to make a few minor changes and I'll send the transcript back to you for approval."

"I don't understand, you said..."

The editor pulled out a thick envelope and handed it to her. Jaz glanced down at the packet, then back up at MizT who was smiling back at her. When Jaz opened it, she pulled out some type of formal document.

"That, Miss Cullen, is your contract. It gives our publishing company exclusive rights to all your books for five years. The company will receive the first twenty percent of all book sales, with the remaining profits going to a bank account of your choosing."

"Oh my dear Lord! I'm going to be..."

"A published writer Miss Cullen, and if I'm correct, a very popular one at that," MizT said.

Kevin looked at his new friend who was starting to tear up. He saw MizT reach over to her purse again and take another envelope out of her purse. She handed it to Jaz, who looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Another contract?"

"No Jaz, that's your retainer check. It's not a large sum, but you have to realize that you're just starting. You'll receive another one when it goes to print."

She opened it, and her heart stopped when she saw the check. It was to Jaz Cullen in the amount of seven thousand dollars. Jaz knew the tears that flowed down her beautiful face were ruining her makeup.

Mokkelke arrived just in time to see Jaz openly crying. When she set the champagne and drinks down on the table, she glared at Kevin.

"Why did you make your girlfriend cry? This is a Halloween party and people are supposed to have fun." Kevin shook his head in vain.

"I think she's crying because I just made her weekend. By the way, I could use a glass as well for the champagne, and don't ever cut a woman off when she makes an entrance. Thank you, you can go now," MizT said to Mokkelke with a wave of her hand.

Kevin poured Jaz a glass of the cold, golden liquid, and then raised his beer up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, a toast. To the great Jaz Cullen, may -- 'Fighting the Inevitable' -- reach number one on the New York Times best selling list." The group raised their drinks and toasted the brand new author as Jaz wiped her face.

"If you'll excuse us everyone, I think I'm going to take Miss Cullen here to the powder room and see if we can't fix her make up a bit. Then I'm going to find a husband for the night," MizT said as she stood up and lead Jaz away.

Kevin set his beer down and looked out into the crowd. Suddenly, his werewolf senses went crazy inside him, as he searched the room franticly. Kristine knew something was wrong, and leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"I know that look Kevin, what's wrong?"

"It's weird Kristine, I sense the presence of another animal," he whispered.

"Is it another werewolf?"

"I don't think so. Maybe someone brought in a service dog or something," Kevin said as he stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"Just going to walk around a bit and check out the costumes," he lied to her.

**********

Chad Franklin sipped his rum and coke. He was still nervous about the idea of having real forest creatures running around in the human world. It just wasn't worth the risk if someone realized what his wife and friends really were. He looked over at Susan, as she tried to explain everything to her curious mother.

Feather on the other hand, was looking at every male that went by with a hungry look in her eyes. Chad was always astounded at her lack of delicacy when it came to sex. Be it male or female, she was blunt in letting a partner know what she wanted.

"Feather, will you please stop looking at everyone like a tiger who hasn't eaten in days. I really don't want to draw any attention to the group tonight."

"For the last time Chad, calm down. No one is going to know about us, trust me."

Susan leaned closer to Bolara and whispered in her ear. "That over there Mother is the raw bar. It has little servings of seafood and next to it is the veggie bar if you'd like some carrots and such."




When Worlds Collide



"Do you think Chad would get nervous if Xena and I went over there for a bite to eat?"

"Probably, but you let me handle my nervous wreck of a husband," Susan said as she tapped Xena on the arm.

Susan whispered to the lovely mermaid what Bolara wanted to do. Xena's eyes shot open wider at the mention of seafood. The two women stood up and headed toward the other side of the club. True to Susan's prediction, Chad looked at his wife in astonishment as Bolara and Xena walked away.

Bolara walked by the drinking customers with a style and grace that rivaled any woman in the club. She noticed how the humans were interacting with each other and wondered why her son was so nervous. Everyone was having a good time and laughing. It rather reminded her of the parties in the forest.

Just before they reached the raw bar, Bolara bumped into a muscular young man who was busy searching for someone. As she was jolted to the side, the young man grabbed her arm to keep her from falling.

"I'm sorry about that. I wasn't watching where I was going. I hope you're not hurt," Kevin Dvorska said.

The Crystal of Physis began to glow softly as Kevin held Bolara's elegant arm. She looked into his eyes with confusion. Did her daughter know that a werewolf was in the club?

"I seem to be uninjured young man. It's a pleasant surprise to meet you."

"Nice to meet you as well, but I better get back to my friends before I run someone else over," Kevin replied, then walked quickly back to his table.

Xena watched the encounter and was cautious about the human. No matter how much she wanted to have fun in the human world, the queen's safety was still paramount.

"Are you alright your majesty?"

"Yes Xena I'm fine. Shall we get something to eat now? It should be quite a change for you, eating seafood that you didn't have to catch first," Bolara said with a laugh.

**********

Kevin reached the group and took his seat, but was still scanning the room.

"Did you find something?" Kristine asked.

"No nothing. It's really strange, I could have sworn someone else was here," he replied.

"Excuse me love, were you expecting someone," Jaz asked.

"Um -- no Jaz I was looking to see if the crowd had anymore vampires in it. From what I can see, the costume contest is going to be a good show."

"I don't think they'll think too much of me. My makeup is still a bit smudged, but it's turning out to be a good night anyway."

"Hey Jaz, what's a dark angel anyway?" Carl asked.

"Oh my Carl, you don't get out much do you love. I was kicked out of heaven for having sex," Jaz said with a sly smile.

"I thought you could do anything in heaven and get away with it. Must have been something bad," Adam told her.

"As a matter of fact Adam, it was. It seems giving a hummer to Saint Peter is against the rules," Jaz told him, and then sipped her drink.

Kristine was taking a drink when Jaz said that, and started coughing. Adam quickly patted her on the back, as he thought about her comment. They were all going to have to watch what they said from now on. With her happy attitude, she was likely to have more comments like that on the way.

Kevin was chuckling along with the rest of the group. Suddenly, he heard something like a faint whisper.

"Are you from the forest as well, or do you live in the human world?"

Kevin looked at MizT since she was the closest to him. "I'm sorry, what did you say MizT?"

"I didn't say anything Kevin."

Kevin picked up his beer and took a long drink. He hoped that Mokkelke would be around soon, they were running low on drinks.

"Pardon me young man. I was wondering if you are from the human world. Werewolves are rare and I've never met one."

Kevin looked at everyone at the table. They were all busy with small talk, so he quickly searched the crowd. When Kristine saw his dilemma, she leaned closer.

"Kevin you're acting very strange. What's the problem?"

"Someone keeps talking to me."

"Of course I'm talking to you. I mean you no harm, I assure you. My name is Queen Bolara and I am visiting the human world with my daughter for the evening."

"There it was again. Did you hear it Kristine?" Kevin said in a whisper.

"Don't tell me you're hearing voices Kev."

Jaz looked at Kevin who was searching the crowd wildly. "Kevin you look a fright, I hope everything is alright."

"Huh -- oh, I'm fine it's just some ringing in my ears."

"Have you been a werewolf long young man?"

"I must be losing my mind."

"You're not losing your mind. I'm trying to have a conversation with you. My name is Bolara, and I can hear the thoughts of all animals, just as I am hearing yours."

"What do you want from me lady, and how do you know about me?"

"With the help of the Crystal of Physis, I can converse with creatures like you. I've never met a werewolf before, but I do know they exist. The question is -- do you mean harm to the humans?"

"If this is some kind of a joke lady, I'm not fucking laughing."

"Manners young man. I understand this is your first time at this, but I do not like to be offended."

"Where are you?"

"I am on the other side of the room. You may join us for a moment if you wish, but only if you behave yourself. My Tengu friend would be displeased if you wished to do harm to the Queen."

"How do I find out which one you are?"

"I am the woman you almost knocked down. I am seated with an archer, and something called a naughty nurse."

"Um excuse me everyone, nature calls," Kevin said as he stood up.

As he moved past Jaz and MizT, he bumped into Mark Wolfhorst. Given the women in the club, he chose a fitting costume for the evening, a Chippendale dancer.

"Hey Wolfie, I'll be back in a minute. You can take my seat if you want," Kevin said.

Mark had on the customary tight black pants with a bow tie and matching cuffs. Since he was a SEAL, his trim body and six pack abs accented the outfit exceptionally well. His gel laden dark brown hair and tanned flesh made it look as if he just stepped out of a calendar photo shoot.

"Hey everybody, sorry I'm late. I had some trouble figuring out what to wear."

"Wolfie, what the hell are you supposed to be and how did the bouncer let you in without a shirt?" Adam asked.

"What L-tee? I got a collar and cuffs."

"Oh Adam, let the young boy be. I'm sure you did crazy things when you were young," Kristine said, and then kissed his cheek.

Both Jaz and MizT were scrutinizing his chiseled abs closely, as they devoured his model-like appearance with sighs of approval.

"I'm not sure of anyone else, but I think your costume is truly brilliant!" Jaz said.

"That's kind of a nice touch Wolfie, putting dollar bills in your pants. Is that how you're carrying your wallet these days?" Carl asked.

"Hell, I got this just coming in the damn door. The women groped me so much on the way in, I know now what it's like to be molested."

"Not yet you don't, but give me ten minutes and you will," MizT said under her breath.

"I think I'd like to make a contribution to charity," Jaz said, as she pulled a five-dollar bill out.

"How long do I get for this?"

Mark turned to look at the dark angel. "Whoa, um -- I um -- it's just a costume."

"Pity, I leave for Scotland in the morning, and we don't have -- men -- like you there."

"Oh, well in that case." The young SEAL began doing a bump and grind in front of Jaz.

**********

Kevin looked around for an archer and a nurse. He had no idea what a tengu was supposed to look like. As he came around the bar, he saw a large table with a group of people. One of them was the lovely woman he bumped into by the raw bar.

"I see you found us. Please sit down, we mean you no harm." She was holding some kind of necklace in her hand, which made Kevin nervous.

As he got nearer, a strange looking person with a red beak glared defensively. Then he turned his head towards the older woman and nodded. The man dressed as a baseball player sat up in his seat a little straighter as Kevin reached the table.

"Thank you for coming over. My name is Bolara," the queen said, as she extended her hand.

"Mother, what are you doing? We don't want any attention," Susan said quietly.

"Calm yourself my dear child. I do not believe he will tell a soul about us."

Out of politeness, Kevin shook her hand, as he gazed at the crystal around her neck. He then turned his attention to the red-beaked man. He knew now why his senses had gone off -- he wasn't human. The naughty nurse smelled different, but she sure looked like a human.

"I'm Kevin. How did you..."

"Are you going to stand there and chat with us, or would you like a seat, Kevin?"

Kevin pulled up a chair and looked at Bolara. "How did you know who I am?"

"Bolara, can I speak to you for a moment -- alone please," Chad interrupted.

"Calm down Chad, I think you might find this enlightening."

Bolara leaned forward and looked at the crowd around them. She knew the sounds of the music and conversations would keep their conversation private. 

"It's very interesting to find a werewolf here."

Everyone at the table jumped a bit at the revelation about Kevin Dvorska's secret. Bolara settled them down, and reminded Larry that she was in no danger. Feather, on the other hand, had that hungry look in her eyes again as she studied the SEAL.

"I'm sorry if this comes out wrong, but what are you supposed to be?" Kevin asked the winged creature.

Larry looked at Bolara for guidance, and she nodded her approval. When he turned to Chad, he had a look of caution on his face.

"I'm a tengu. We are masters of the martial arts and known for our fighting skills."

"What do they call you?"

"My name is Larry."

"How the hell did you get a name..."

"Um -- Kevin, take my advice and let it drop there, trust me on this one. My name is Chad and this is my wife Susan."

"If you all live in some forest, what are you doing here?" Kevin asked him.

"Not all of us. God, I can't believe I'm about to reveal our secret to a werewolf. My wife is a Forest Nymph Princess. She and I live in the human world but..."

"So what kind of forest creature are you Chad?" Kevin interrupted.

"I'm a hundred percent human. I didn't find out about the others until -- well that's another story. Queen Bolara is her mother, and she wanted to bring some of our friends here for just one night."

Kevin wondered if he looked stupid, as he listened to the unbelievable tale this man was telling him. He studied the others as they like wise studied him.

"This lovely woman dressed as an archer, is really an elf, and next to her is -- now don't freak out -- a mermaid."

Kevin's mouth gaped open, and he quickly looked under the table. Xena saw his head disappear, and with a sly smile, spread her legs and exposed her white panties to him. Kevin saw the human legs, but then caught site of her covered pussy. He got up so quick, that he bumped his head on the edge of the table, almost spilling the drinks.

"Kevin, are you ok?" Bolara asked, but then saw the look on Xena's face.

"Xena, if you can't behave yourself while away from Chad's house, then you can return to the forest."

She looked down apologetically. "I'm sorry your majesty, it won't happen again."

"I don't get it, why do you have legs if you're a mermaid? I'm a sailor and I know what a mermaid is supposed to look like."

"We can go out of the water for brief periods of time, and it helps to walk around if you have legs. You're a werewolf, so where's your fur?"

"It wouldn't be wise to change right here, people would freak."

"Then you have answered your own question, haven't you."

Kevin stared at the group as he tried to take in what they all said, a parallel forest world in existence with the human world. If he hadn't been talking to them personally, he would have never believed it.

"If there is another world, how do you travel back and forth between them? Is there like a secret entrance in a big tree or something?" Kevin asked Bolara.

"Susan, go ahead and show him dear."

"Mother, maybe that's enough information about us, what if..."

Kevin stopped her for a moment. "Susan, since you live in the human world -- wow that sounds weird saying that -- you should know that I'm a Navy SEAL. I know how to keep secrets. I could say the same thing about me. Except for my mother and two other people, no one knows about me, so what happens to me if you let my secret out."

"Point taken," she replied as she reached into her purse.

Kevin watched as she pulled something out that looked like an eight-inch stick. At first, he thought she was going to do the, go fetch doggie joke. When she handed it to him, he studied the strange wood. He could smell something strange, and inhaled deeply.

"Smells like it has dirt on it."

"It's called Tulok root. It only grows in the forest of our world. The reason humans don't have centaurs and other creatures in your world, is that the only ones that can find it are the Elves," Susan said.

"Kevin, may I see the root please," Bolara said.

The Forest Queen broke a small piece of the root off, and handed the smaller section to Kevin. Everyone stared in disbelieve, but they knew better than to argue with her.

"If you would ever like to visit my world, hold this tightly in your hand and close your eyes..."

"Trust me Kevin, you really want to close your eyes," Chad said.

"Clear your mind of all thoughts except of that of a forest, or maybe Mermaid Lake. The root will transport you there instantly. In addition, I trust that as I will keep your secret, you will in return keep ours. If that root should fall into the hands of someone who would do us harm, we would not be pleased."

"I guess I better get back to my friends. Don't worry your majesty, you have my word," Kevin said as he bowed slightly to her.

When he was gone, Susan leaned over to her husband. "Now you can add a werewolf to the list of creatures you've met. Weird couple of worlds huh."

"Life just keeps getting stranger and stranger when I'm around your family."

**********

Kevin reached the table, but found that only Adam and Kristine were present.

"Hey, where'd everyone go, I didn't miss anything did I?"

"Nope, Carl is in the bathroom and Wolfie is -- well -- busy," Adam said, as he pointed to the dance floor.

Kevin turned and laughed to himself. Mark Wolfhorst was in the middle of the dance floor with Jaz behind him. She was grinding her hips into his firm ass and had her arms wrapped around his waist. MizT on the other hand, had her arms around his powerful neck and one leg raised up. She had it resting on top of Jaz's arm, while she crushed her pelvis against his cock mound.

Kevin sat down and took a long drink of his beer. He had no idea how he was going to deal with the idea of another world. As he palmed the strange root in his pocket, he thought about what Bolara had said. He was debating if he should take her up on the offer. Laura wasn't due back for a few days and he could use the time to visit another world. His last thought made him shiver slightly.

Jaz, Wolfie, and MizT returned to the table, interrupting his thoughts. Without sitting down, they all grabbed their drinks and downed them. Jaz and MizT looked as if it was effortless to sandwich his brawny form between them, because Wolfie was the only one sweating.

"Wolfie I was just wondering, why are you sweating so much?" Adam asked.

"Damn L-Tee, it's hot out there on the dance floor."

"That's strange, I don't see these two lovely women sweating," Kevin said.

Jaz leaned over, placed her hands on the table, and brought her face up to Kevin's. The seductive pose made his cock twitch and he had to remind himself that he was with Laura.

"Women like us don't sweat, we glow."

"Oh -- um -- thanks for setting me straight -- um -- um..."

"Jaz, Jaz Cullen -- remember?"

"Oh Kevin you should see your face. Jaz you better leave the poor boy alone, before he has a misfire in his shorts," MizT told her.

Kristine was giggling softly. MizT had beaten her to the very same comment she was going to say. She was enjoying how they tortured the young SEAL.

"I think I need to go powder my nose," MizT announced as she quickly glanced over at Wolfie.

"Hey Adam, order us another round whenever Mokkelke gets back. I'm gonna hit the head for a minute," Mark said, as he used the Navy slang for the bathroom.

Wolfie tossed some money on the table and then followed the glowing MizT to the restrooms. He passed Carl Werner coming back, and his large black friend put a hand on his chest to stop him.

"You might be there a while, there's a line to the men's toilets."

"Oh -- um -- thanks Carl."

Carl walked back to the table and sat down. While he was adjusting his cape, the DJ came over the speakers in the club.

"Ok everyone, the moment we've all dressed up for. If you want to be judged for the costume contest, then head out to the dance floor and line up."

"It's about damn time. Kristine, are you going up?" Jaz asked.

"I'm right behind you dark angel."

As the two women headed for the floor, Kevin saw the large winged tengu head out to the floor also. "This ought to be interesting."

Within moments, the floor became crowded with different costumes of all shapes and sizes. Larry stood next to Jaz and Kristine, and the size difference was immediately noticeable. Jaz tilted her head up and stared at the strange beak on the front of Larry's face.

"What kind of creature are you supposed to be?"

Larry turned to the dark angel and studied her. He knew she was human, but looked very much like a female tengu, without a beak. In her own right, she was quite breathtaking, as he felt his enormous cock start to fill with blood.

"I'm a tengu. I really like your wings," he told her, as he peered at Jaz's back.

Jaz was feeling a little giddy from the champagne. "Oh, I thought you were looking at my little bum."

"Jaz, the contest is starting, pay attention," Kristine told her.

The DJ went around and placed his hand in front of the contestants. Soon he had the field narrowed to just five people, and the ones who didn't make the cut left the floor.

"Ok everyone, round two of the judging. Now remember, your applause decides who gets first place and three hundred dollars. Ok, who has the clown coming in first?"

The crowd clapped loudly and then the DJ moved to Carl, he had his fake teeth in and was posing dramatically for the crowd.

"How about -- what kind of vampire are you?"

"Blackula."

"Ok, give it up for -- Blackula."

The crowd was not as impressed with Carl as they were the clown. Then he moved on to Kristine who twirled in her emerald green gown. A large amount of applause came roaring towards the dance floor.

"Sorry there Count. Looks like you may not make the cut."

He then moved in front of Jaz. "Now for our own, extremely lovely, dark angel of the night." The crowd erupted in a roar for Jaz Cullen, as the DJ nodded his approval. 

"What's your name there dark angel?"

"Jaz Cullen, I'm Scottish."

"Holy cow lady, I knew we had a following for this contest, but first place won't even cover your plane ticket."

Jaz laughed with the crowd as he moved to the last contestant. He looked Larry up and down, then back at the crowd.

"I've been doing this for a number of years. I can honestly say that I've never seen a costume like that. What's your name?"

"Larry, I'm a tengu."

"Nope, never heard of those, ok everyone -- Larry the Tengu."

Kevin's sensitive ears started to ring at the level of applause Larry got. It then went to ear shattering levels, as Larry began flapping his large white wings. Jaz looked at the crowd and wondered why he was showing off like that. She was not about to be upstaged by a large birdman, so she slowly strutted out to the front of the contestants.




When Worlds Collide



"Hold the phone Larry, looks like Jaz wants a re-vote." She slowly turned her shapely backside to the crowd. Jaz Cullen placed her come fuck me pumps about a shoulder width apart, and began a slow, seductive bump and grind.

Kevin cupped his hands over his ears as the crowd came to their feet and screamed. Jaz could just make out the wolf whistles, as the crowd screamed for more. Slowly, she walked back to the group and stood next to Kristine.

The noise was so deafening, Kristine had to scream into Jaz's ear. "Showoff."

"The winner for this year's costume contest -- Miss Jaz Cullen. Coming in second is Larry the tengu for two hundred dollars and third place to the naughty witch in green. Give it up everyone for our top three winners."

**********

Wolfie broke the kiss he was sharing with MizT. She was breathing hard while the two of them made out in the woman's restroom. There were only a few stalls, and she could hear the other women outside whining about having to wait.

"Sounds like they want us to hurry up MizT."

"Fuck those bitches, they're just pissed off because you're in here with me instead of them."

MizT had one hand caressing his six-pack abs. The other held onto his sharply cut powerful arms. Wolfie leaned in again and kissed her hard, his hand cupping her firm breast. MizT slowly moved her hand down inside his Chippendale pants, and wrapped her fingers around his hard cock.

She pulled her head back, staring into Mark Wolfhorst's eyes. The look of a sex starved wild woman filled her face, as she stroked the steel member in her hand. Wolfie moaned his approval as he enjoyed the sensation.

"You can't go back to the table like this you hot stud. Luckily I know just what to do to remedy the situation."

"Oh fuck MizT, just what did you have in mind?" Wolfie asked, as his legs began to tremble.

**********

Larry walked back to his table as the crowd slapped his arm. They all said he had a great costume, but the dark angel had a better ass. When he reached the table, the small group from the forest was clapping for him. Bolara was smiling brightly at the achievement of one of her subjects.

"I'm very proud of you Larry. I think the whole -- wing flapping, was dangerous but no one is any the wiser."

"Thank you your majesty," he replied as he bowed slightly.

"What are you going to do with your two hundred dollars Larry?" Chad asked.

"I have no use for this, you keep it."

"Hey thanks buddy. That will just about cover our bar bill. Bolara, shall we call it an evening and head back to the house? I think we've pushed our luck enough for one night."

"Yes, I agree Chad. It was a very pleasant time, but I think that's enough of the human world."

The group from the forest gathered up their belongings and headed to the front door. As they made their way through the crowd, Bolara grabbed the Crystal of Physis and held it tightly.

**********

Kevin was congratulating Jaz and Kristine on the first and third place finish. Carl was pushing his fake teeth around on the table. He was not happy with the results at all, and Jaz tried to console him.

"It's alright Carl. I did rather cheat there at the end. I still think you have a lovely costume."

"It's ok Jaz. I'd feel a lot better if I could have a dance."

"You have a deal. I'll make it so hot, that every man in the club will want to be you for the evening."

"Speaking of dancing, where the hell did Wolfie and MizT get off to? I haven't seen them since the contest started," Kristine said.

Kevin looked around the club and soon saw Mark and MizT approach the table. He knew the others couldn't smell them, but his keen werewolf sense took in the aroma of a woman that just had sex. He smiled to himself as they reached the group.

"Nice of you to rejoin the party Wolfie, I was about to send out the search and rescue team for you two," Adam said.

"Oh -- um -- I thought it would be a good idea to guard the door to the restroom while MizT was in there."

"Yes, I can see the logic in that Wolfie. You just never know when you'll have to prevent another female from going into the woman's restroom."

As MizT sat down, Kevin saw a strand of Auburn hair hanging loosely out of her long black wig. She looked flushed and overheated, as she checked her dress. Jaz noticed the disheveled look, and leaned closer to her new editor.

"Um -- I don't want to sound too forward dear, but you missed some, just there," Jaz said, as she touched the side of her own mouth.

MizT turned her face away from Jaz, but Kevin could still see the side of her face as she swiped her pink tongue at the droplet of cum. When she turned around to Jaz again, the dark angel smiled, nodding her approval.

Suddenly, Kevin heard a familiar voice in his head.

"Have a lovely evening my new werewolf friend. I must return to my world and see if everyone has behaved themselves."

"Good night your majesty, I might take you up on your offer of a visit."

"I look forward to having you as a guest."

"Hey Kev, you look a little lost there buddy. You're not getting drunk on us are you?" Carl asked.

"No Carl, I was just thinking about how nice it will be to wake up in the morning and take it easy for a change."

"Speaking of the morning, I really must get to those edits for Jaz's story. I want this book on the shelves as soon as I can," MizT said, as she reached into her purse and pulled something out.

She thanked everyone for a lovely evening and told Jaz she'd be in contact soon. As she passed Wolfie, she placed something in his hand and whispered in his ear. She spoke so softly that the group couldn't hear. Everyone there except Kevin Dvorska, who turned his head slightly to pick up the conversation.

"Don't be too long lover boy. Just so you understand, I'm going to do you so hard I'll have to make one of two phone calls in the morning. It will be to either the paramedics -- or the coroner," MizT said, as she placed a spare house key in his hand.

The group watched MizT walk away, as Kevin tried not to smile at Bravo's sniper. He was well known for his way with women, but Kevin had never seen anyone work that fast.

"Well that's it for me everyone, I really should call it a night," Mark Wolfhorst said as he stood up.

"Yeah Wolfie, I can see how this kind of night would wear a Navy SEAL down. Just remember to be alive and well for training on Monday morning," Kevin said.

"Oh -- yeah, I'll be there with bells on little buddy."

The group soon broke up with Jaz thanking everyone and gathering up her contract for 'Fighting the Inevitable'. Kevin gave her a hug goodbye, but she turned her head slightly and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you Kevin for giving me the courage and idea to write Caleb. I don't think I would have pulled it off without that advice in the airport."

"I'll be the first one to buy a copy Jaz. Be careful going home and I'll keep my eye out for your book."

Jaz turned to Carl. He looked jilted at not getting a dance. "I'm sorry Carl. I did promise you a dance didn't I."

"Its fine Jaz, I'm sure I'll get over it in a few years," Carl joked.

"I think a consolation prize is in order."

Jaz Cullen leaned down and kissed him deeply. Carl's afro wig moved around on his head as she held his powerful neck. When she leaned back up, Carl was stunned and breathing heavy.

"Like I told you earlier, I really love your costume."

After Jaz left, Adam paid Mokkelke the rest of the bar bill. The group picked up their personal items, and headed for the exit. Kristine and the three Navy SEALs were all smiles as they passed the patrons seated at various tables. It turned out to be a good night, with new friendships made due to a chance meeting.

**********

Adam and Kristine pulled into their driveway after dropping everyone off. Opening the door and placing his keys on the table, he plopped down on the oversized recliner. It turned out to be a long night, and Adam let out a heavy sigh now that it was over.

Kristine saw her husband start to close his eyes when she walked over to him. She ran her tantalizing fingers up the inside of his thighs with both hands, and then cupped them around the large bulge in his pants.

"Don't you dare think about calling it a night. You're not done with your chores yet Mr. Dawson."

Adam opened his eyes and saw the wanton look on her face. She was even sexier with the tall green hat on, as he groaned softly. There was no use in denying her tonight. She was going to get what she wanted -- one way, or another.

"I suppose telling you I'm beat won't work, will it?"

"I didn't get this dressed up so you could just show me off at the club," she said as she undid his fake holster.

When she pulled it out of the way, Kristine made quick work of his pants and pulled them all the way down. She lovingly stroked his thick cock, as she lowered her lips to the tip. As her tongue took small swipes at the head, she looked up at her lover with smoldering eyes.

"Mmmmm, now this is what I call dessert." Kristine slid her lips to the base in one seductive action.

Adam tossed his head back and moaned, as he felt the tip pass the entrance to her throat. The technique never failed to make his legs quiver. She bobbed her lovely face up and down a few times, and then released him.

Kristine raised her green witch's dress and straddled his waist. When Adam ran his hands up her legs to grab her hips, he found she still had on her pantyhose. She was looking down at him with an evil stare.

"You forgot to take your hose off before you climbed on me."

"You're a Navy SEAL, improvise Lieutenant," she said in a stern tone.

With his powerful hands, he effortlessly ripped the crotch of her pantyhose open. Now that he had access to her thong, he pulled it to the side and rubbed her slick lips.

"That good witch outfit must be driving you nuts, you're soaked."

"Like I told Carl tonight, who the hell said I was a good witch?"

Kristine slammed her body down, engulfing Adam's rock hard cock in velvety tightness. The sudden heat of her pussy made his tool pump out a droplet of pre-cum, which soon mixed with her juice.

"Oh God damn Adam, I've waited all night to have you inside me!"

"I guess -- um -- we could have pulled a MizT."

Kristine rocked her hips back and forth, effectively smashing her pulsating clit against him. As she did, Adam's cock head rubbed the entrance to her cervix. The sensitive tip caused small electric shocks to fire in his heavy balls.

"If we did, I would have never let you and your big cock out of the stall."

Adam pulled his hands free of her hips, and brought them up to the drawstring holding the front of the dress closed. As he undid the shoelace type closure, her heaving breast started to come into view. When he had the string removed, he pulled the dress all the way open.

Adam placed one hand around her back, while the other cupped one of Kristine's ivory soft breasts. He sat up slightly, and quickly absorbed what he could of the tantalizing flesh. Kristine's heightened sexual frenzy was near a boiling point, as she felt Adam's long tongue lash at her nipple.

"Oh you bastard, you're cheating! You know I can't..."

Adam cut her off by moaning loudly around the single tit. The sensations caused her hips to stop, but the quivering motion against her clit remained. Adam tried hard not to cum too soon, but the battle was quickly becoming useless.

Suddenly, Adam lost control of the floodgates holding his hot cum at bay. The volcanic like explosion erupted with force, causing Adam to turn his moans into a violent scream.

The sudden vibrations on her body pushed her over the cliff. As the hot, molten cum splashed inside her, it caused her own climax to take over her bodily functions. Her slick juice joined Adam's cum, as the liquid flowed over his heaving balls and onto the recliner.

Kristine threw her head back and opened her mouth in a silent scream. The scream would have wakened the dead on this Halloween night, but she had no air in her lungs to accomplish this easy task.

Adam fought off the fatigue as he leaned back, forcing the recliner downward. As he pulled his lover forward, she slid to the side a little. He let her softly breathing form fall with him, then, Adam let the darkness take him.

September 1st, Kevin Dvorska's condominium.

Kevin just finished folding the laundry and sat back on the couch. Laura was due to come back tomorrow evening, and he wanted the chores done so she could relax. As he sipped the cold beer, he glanced down at the coffee table. There lay the strange root that Bolara had given him.

He picked it up and studied it further. It looked like just a normal thick stick that you'd find anywhere. The vision of the small group flashed in his mind. The only one that really looked out of place was the birdman named Larry.

"You could possibly make a costume like that around here. A pair of wings, a red beak, and a few bottles of glue would go a long way. Damn, they probably laughed their asses off, thinking they pulled a fast one on me."

Kevin laughed aloud, and then held the root tightly in his hand. "God Dvorska, all the shit you've been through in your life, and you get taken in by a group like that," he said aloud.

"Ok Bolara, or what ever you name really is, I'll play a sucker one more time. What the hell did she say, oh yeah -- Mermaid Lake."

Kevin failed to remember the warning from Chad. The bright white light blinded him as he felt his body torn in every direction. He soon became nauseous, as the world he knew spun out of control, then disappeared.

He landed in a large open field with a large thud, as the light dissipated around him. The young Navy SEAL shook his head, and then lifted his trembling body from the moist ground. When his vision cleared, he looked around at his surroundings.

He was no longer in the comfort and safety of his condominium. Now, he was kneeling by a considerable forest. It was nestled next to a large lake, with some large rocks sticking out in the middle. Kevin turned his head around, searching for danger. What he saw next made him doubt the reality of the situation.

"Those look like -- no, they can't be -- centaurs," he said in amazement.

He quickly stood up and went over his options. He saw the woods and thought about changing into his werewolf form. He could outrun anything with legs, no matter what world he was in now.

The centaurs all carried large bows, and closed in on Kevin's position. "Wait a minute. This is some kind of dream. Why in the hell are you thinking about running?"

Kevin heard a female voice behind him and spun around quickly. He brought his fists up in a protective posture. "Hi there handsome. Kevin, isn't it?"

Kevin looked down to see a topless woman holding herself up at the edge of the water. She had large breasts topped with eraser-like nipples. Her tanned body showed no line marks from a swimsuit.

"What -- who -- where am I?"

"Jesus, I didn't think werewolves had that short of a memory span, but on the other hand, you're the only one I know. Do you remember the naughty nurse from last night? My name is Xena. I'm in charge of all the mermaids."

"This isn't real, I'm just dreaming."

"You remember that guy named Chad that was with us? The first time he came here, he thought the same thing. You'll get over it soon enough Kevin."

One of the centaurs approached Kevin and pulled his bow off his shoulder. He gave the new arrival a fierce look. He was not about to let the forest fall into unwanted hands again.

"Who are..."

"Rest easy Cathion, he means us no harm. Please send word to Queen Bolara that our friend Kevin is here from the human world. She will be pleased that he decided to visit our world." The centaur left at a slow gallop.

"Are you saying this is..."

"Real? Yes Kevin, this isn't a dream. You used the Tulok root and it transported you to my wonderful world."

Kevin looked behind Xena and his breath caught in his throat. There, splashing softly in and out of the water was the largest golden fish tail he'd ever seen. When he looked back to her face, she had a seductive smile. She ran her bright pink tongue around her lips, as she toyed with her blond hair.

"So tell me handsome, since we have a bit of time on our hands before Bolara shows up -- care to go for a swim with a real mermaid?"

*

Well there it is, I surely hope you enjoyed it and found it fun, it sure sounded like Jaz and MizT had fun. Please remember to vote, they all count in the contest. Leave me a comment and let me know how I did. If you enjoyed the characters and want to know more, please check out the separate stories on my submissions page. Happy Halloween and safe trick or treating.



When Worlds Collide



[Author's notes: Warning! This is a cuckold story, albeit a different kind of cuckold story. It includes very minor male to male sexual contact. It is primarily a story about a wife who is taught her husband needs to be cuckolded. This hopefully will be hot enough to be a Whack off story for the people who like these themes, as it does have a lot of sex in it. For those who don't like these themes please move along. Constructive comments are appreciated, hate speech will be deleted.]

You walk in through the simple front door of your modest home, on a Tuesday evening, hoping your wife has already gotten home. Nothing ever happens on a Tuesday -- until recently.

You see she has.

Naked and kneeling on the floor, your buxom red haired wife sucks my cock, one hand gently stroking my balls, the other stroking my erect shaft, her mouth making love to the tip of my dick.

"Sit down." I confidently instruct as your knees buckle, your briefcase dropping to the floor. A swirl of emotions, anger, fear, excitement, incredulity. How could she do this? How long has this been going on? Will I ever be able to compete against THAT? What happened to my staid, conservative wife?

"Hold." I command, as one of my hands reaches to grab her hair, her lips on my balls as her throat holds the full length of my engorged throbbing shaft. You marvel at the fact she knows how to deep throat, a skill she has, at the very least, never shared with you.

"Mike, go sit in the chair, before you fall down." I instruct, as you make your way to the chair, still stunned by what is happening before your very eyes. "Resume." I command, as she moves back into motion, the most erotic scene of your entire life before you, as the poignancy of her cuckolding strikes home.

"On your side, facing him, legs spread, fingers in your cunt and lick your fingers." I instruct, as her glistening red snatch, lips fully open with her arousal, combines with the scent of her hot snatch, her nipples as stiff as they ever have been. I lay behind her on the shag carpet, only my cock and balls outside of my pants.

"Guide my cock into your hot wet cunt." I instruct, as she involuntarily replies "Oh God yes!". The wide tip of my shaft goes right into her, her hand wasting not a fraction of a second in getting my dick inside her, despite how tight she is, and how much better endowed I am than you are. I reach around to grasp her tits, playing with her stiff nipples, and then fuck her, as she moans. You have never made her moan like that.

"So here Mike, this is how it is going to go. You have a choice. You can walk out that door and never contact either one of us again, or you can make your dreams cum true, and lick every drop of my cum out of Lisa's snatch. It's not like you haven't done it before. Option one, she remains my property, and you are not only a cuckold, but a cuckold without even a wife. Option two, you get to stay married to your wife, while she remains my property, and I and whoever else we choose fucks her right in front of your face." I instruct as I fuck her harder, in sharper, deeper strokes.

"Please -- ungh -- honey -- ungh ungh! Don't -- oh fuck me Jim! Ungh -- Leave. Uh -uh Ohhh!" Lisa calls out to you.

Defeated, the look of the damned in your eyes, you ask in a voice barely above a whisper "What do I have to do?"

"Take off your clothes." I command. I immediately understand why Lisa found me so attractive.

"On your knees." I command him, as Lisa strokes her clit with her finger, in nearly continuous climax.

"Move over here and lick her clit." I command, as I try to hold back, Lisa's spasming twat making that very difficult. But Lisa's hot cunt has it's way, so that when your tongue touches where her finger is still stoking, her body is thrashing in the biggest climaxes of her life, at the same time my one eyed snake is spitting my venom into her. Not to be outdone, your small endowment adorns the carpet with your own climax.

"Roll over and ride his tongue." I command, as you in horror realize there will be no way out from the cum and froth and lube streaming out of her pussy. I wipe my cock on your lips, as you struggle to regain your composure. Lisa simply grabs your hair and forces your mouth to her drooling snatch. I stand up guiding my still hard cock to her mouth, her hips involuntarily thrusting as she receives the greatest pleasure of her life -- your complete and utter subjugation.

Six months before, Lisa came to me at work. I saw the way she looked at me, like a shy girl looks at someone they know they can never have. Her full rack could not be hidden by her plain JCPenny bra, a almost fully buttoned up white silk blouse, or the black cardigan she wore as a cover up. The long black skirt didn't completely hide her legs, nor did the four inch heels on her black stilettos.

"I need your help Jim." she says softly, leaning across my desk and showing me her significant cleavage, her best weapon that she could deny she ever fired.

"Whatever you need Lisa." I say calmly, noting the surprise in her face that I even know her name.

"Terri says you can help with computer stuff -- for a price." she says warily, and I doubted she knew the full story, either. Terri had been going to porn sites, got her computer infected with viruses, and was desperate to get them fixed before her boyfriend returned from a week long business trip. Quid pro quo, something for something, and I saw more of Terri naked that week than her soon to be ex-boyfriend ever would.

"So you want the same deal I gave Terri?" I ask hopefully.

"I'm married -- although I don't know what that means to Mike anymore." she says forcefully, then sadly.

"I'm not sure I can help you then." I say, letting her know my terms are non-negotiable.

"Let me tell you what I think is going on, and you tell me if you can help." Lisa begs.

"Ok, I'm listening." I say neutrally.

"I have found my husband jerking off to web sites. Sites where the guys have big cocks." she states.

I laugh. "Sounds like your husband isn't that into you."

"No, it isn't like that. These are cuckold websites. Like "http://hotwife-ragini-cuckold-captions.tumblr.com/post/36060851245/h-r-a-s-cuck-cap-623" and "http://onlyinterracial.tumblr.com/" and "http://e-hotsex.com/2011/2011-in-cuckold-captions.html" and "http://tags.literotica.com/cuckold" and "http://tags.literotica.com/cuckold" and..."

"I get the idea." I say with a chuckle.

"Well, so did I. Night after night, I would flaunt my body, and he would turn away to sneak off and whack off. Don't you think I'm attractive enough?" she pouts.

"I don't know. Can't see under that cardigan, blouse, and JCPenny bra." I taunt.

She blushes and says "I can't show you that!"

"Yes you can. Or you will find your husband with another couple who will give him what he needs. Not wants -- NEEDS. Now show me your tits or we are done." I instruct.

"Oh God, that's always the way it is with you hot guys. Show me your tits! Well I can't do that here."

"Then I can't help you. Goodbye, Lisa." I say firmly, as I turn back to my computer.

I didn't hear her pound feet out of my cubicle. So it wasn't that surprising when a few moments latter I hear her say softly "Mike, I'm sorry."

I turn around to see her DD cup beauties on full display, even though her blouse and cardigan are completely unbuttoned, the cups of her bra are just pulled down, so it kind of scrunches them up.

"Very good Lisa. As you will learn, when I ask you to do something, it is really a non-negotiable command. Now take off the bra and give it to me."

Having already considered how to do this, she unfastens it in the back and then does the "Flashdance" bra extraction. She hands it to me, blushing.

"The rest of the day, you won't wear this. You won't be going home with it either. The cardigan comes off when you get to your desk, and stays off until you leave."

"But everyone will see I'm not wearing a bra!" she objects.

"Yes, and they will see how stiff your nipples are, and they will be wondering about who it is you diddling yourself dreaming of. But we both know who that is, don't we?" I explain, as she squirms.

Leaving the question hanging in the air for a minute as she blushes, I continue. "So you will see that delays in performing commands, or failure to perform commands also has consequences. The penalties get worse with every delay, and double with every refusal. From this point onward, you do as I ask, you do as I command, Capisce?"

"Yes." she says through clenched teeth.

"Good. Now when you get back home, you are to change into your best lingerie and heels -- and nothing else. Maybe a string of pearls if you have them. Then you are to go to your husband's computer and install the software on this disk." I gave her something tough to do and then something even tougher.

"I don't know how to install software." Lisa says hanging her head.

"Just put it in the CD drive, when it asks to run it click yes, then next next next until finished."

"I can do that." she says with a smile.

"Good. Now unzip your skirt and drop it to the floor while you button up your blouse. Quickly, before someone comes by and catches you." Sure enough, Terri, her radar on full alert was already heading through the rows of cubicles to find out why Lisa had stopped at mine. Mindful of a punishment that could only be worse, she did as I asked.

"Now pick up your skirt, zip it back up and take this folder off my desk to Linda. If Terri asks, that is why you came over. Now scoot." I suggest.

"Thank you." Lisa says graciously.

"Don't thank me yet. And NEVER come to see me with panties on." I command as she gasps. Terri of course had the same restriction, so she had to duck into the ladies room, giving Lisa enough time to make her escape.

"So what was Lisa doing here?" Terri demands sharply, as her lithe lanky frame strode into my cubicle.

"My, my, my, you've forgotten your manners, haven't you? Show." I chide her.

Pulling up her skirt to show her dark pubes, trimmed to show her puffy pussy lips that were already swelling, Terri stood there, waiting for me to tell her it was OK.

"That's enough. As for your question, Linda sent her to get a file. Poor girl was so scared I thought she'd break down crying when she dropped the file on the floor." I covered for Lisa.

"Ok, well then that is that." Terri proclaims, then turns to leave.

"Not quite. You've gotten quite possessive, when in fact it is the other way around. My friend Richard will be calling on you tonight. Show him a good time, won't you dear?" I say with derision.

"That wasn't our deal." Terri objects.

"That's strike two. I will have a somewhat less cordial friend -- Carl -- also come see you over the weekend. All weekend. You will be walking somewhat funny when you come in to work on Monday -- that is, if you remember our deal." I say harshly.

"The deal was if you helped me with John, I would do as you asked." Terri says as she remembers.

"I ask, you do. You don't do, it gets worse. Try to do what I ask from now on. Dismissed." I close the conversation, while I e-mail Linda about covering for Lisa -- especially with Terri.

After that, it was easy. Keylogger and browser histories, JPEG sniffer and MPEG sniffer, I soon had a portrait of Mike that even Lisa could not misunderstand. ChatLogger and everything else soon showed Mike was on the edge of marital indiscretion -- even if he didn't understand it himself. So I took the accumulated evidence -- printouts and pictures - to Lisa. But like all things with Lisa, that meant her coming to me.

I open the door to my apartment, as Lisa, covered up in her London Fog overcoat, rushes inside.

"I'll take your coat." I say neutrally.

"I'd rather you didn't." Lisa says as she bit her lip.

"I won't force you to do anything you don't want to do. You are free to leave. And if that damn coat doesn't come off in the next ten seconds, that's exactly what you'll be doing." I urge.

"No need to get huffy." Lisa pouts as she turns her back, removing the coat. She is dressed just as I had instructed her to dress for her husband -- in her best lingerie, heels, and a very nice strand of pearls.

"Where do we sit?" Lisa asks, expecting me to point to the bedroom.

"You, on the couch. I'll sit in my chair." I motion her to the couch, to her surprise. She demurely sits with her legs crossed at the knee, arms crossed to childishly cover her bosom.

"Knees shoulder width. Hands at your sides." I instruct.

There was just a moment of hesitation, then she did as I asked.

"You said you had proof of what Mike needed?" she said hopefully.

"In the folders on the table. You can take them with you after we go through them." I suggested.

"Then what?" Lisa asked warily.

"Then what what?" I reply.

"Then what am I supposed to do?" Lisa nearly loses her composure.

"The terms are the same as always. You can do as I ask, or you can go home -- without the coat. I would love to hear you explain yourself to Mike. I don't think any husband would accept that his wife is prancing around in her best lingerie and not getting fucked. Certainly not Mike. And you will probably find that getting the gas you need to get home tonight is going to be a much more interesting experience than you had planned."

"Let's get it over with then" Lisa offers as she starts to remove her bra.

"Put your bra back on, Lisa. I'm not some mercy fuck. You are here to look through the evidence of your husband's kinky tendencies. Until you understand him, the man you have been closest to for years, there really isn't anything for you and I to do." I chide her, to her great shock and disbelief.

"You don't want to fuck me?" Lisa is almost angry, but more hurt.

"Of COURSE I want to fuck you -- on my terms, at the time and place of my choosing. But that's a choice neither one of us is going to make tonight -- despite how wet your panties are right now."

Lisa blushes a deep red, then turns to the pictures to keep from having to say anything in reply.

"You'll see from the chat logs that every night, when he is stroking himself, he is fantasizing about you having taken a lover -- then catching you in the act. He alternates between thinking he would challenge the other man, and then the other side takes over and he submits to both of you, giving you what you want (pleasure), and being half queer for the other guy. How did he respond to the lingerie?" I ask openly.

"He got hard right away. Looked around like he expected to catch somebody sneaking out." Lisa starts to catch on.

"Good. Now that you understand, we are going to give Mike exactly what he wants. These DVD's will be charged to his credit card. These cuckold website accounts will also be charged with yearly subscriptions, so that he has already paid for them -- and can't stop looking at them. When the DVD's arrive, you will be surprised, but won't object. In fact you will offer to lay down beside him and them play with his cock while you watch them. Don't blow him very much, except if he is still hard at the end of the movie, instead watch when he gets really hard or comes in your hand. That's what turns him on." I pause as Lisa nods her understanding of what I am saying.

"After a few weeks of that, start adding in some play acting, like telling him your boyfriend just left moments before he got home, but the bastard came before he pulled out -- and see what he does. Or tell him you are at your most fertile time of the month and terribly afraid you will get pregnant unless you can find some way to get the sperm out of your pussy. Tell him you read a good climax over your lovers face has been known to do the trick. Let him know it is just playtime, and start talking to him whenever his cock is out about how he would feel if his best friend was secretly fucking you, or how attracted you are to a black man at work. Just for giggles, ask him how he'd like to have a threesome with you and Terri, then with your hand on his cock, ask him about a threesome with the big cocked black stud from work. If he comes in your hand, start licking it up then kissing him with it still in your mouth. Tell him how much you love the taste of cum and want to share it with him." I watch Lisa's face break into a wide smile.

"Once a week, alternating between Tuesdays and Fridays, greet him in just your lingerie with a hot movie already playing when he gets home. You'll find a full size vibrator in your bottom right drawer at work, buy another one just like it for home. Start using it on your breaks, then put your panties on to capture your lube. Leave the panties out on a dresser where he can find them and see if they don't disappear. Ask him where they went, and he'll tell you that he put them in the laundry, then you'll catch him whacking off into them. Don't confront him, just say that you're starting to lose track of where you left your panties -- in his best friend's car -- or at the big cocked black stud's apartment. Every other week get some willing friend to leave his spunk in your panties and let him find THAT pair. Tell him you are teasing the men at work by letting them see your tits but they have to jack off into your panties if they want to see them. Maybe you shyly admit that sometimes you get so turned on fingering yourself that you have to blow them. Especially the ones bigger than he is, especially the black ones." I look at Lisa's shocked face, as erotic thoughts she had never considered break like waves crashing on the shore -- driven by a tsunami of lust.

"Tell him that you are having fantasies of getting drunk at the company party and ending up on your knees sucking everybody off in a room but you are afraid you wouldn't be able to stop yourself and it would just become you having to give it up to everybody at the office everyday. Then ask him how he could still love you, knowing that inside, even if you don't act on it, you are just a complete and total slut." I finish Lisa's self indictment, as she get red faced.

"Wow. I got very excited just listening to that!" Lisa chimes in.

"Good, I've made you a recording of it. Listen to it on your way to and from work. Give me your iPod. There it is. 'Instructions 101'." now be a good girl, put your coat on, and go home to catch your husband jerking off."

"But I thought we were going to..." Lisa objects as I cut her off.

"Yes, my dear Lisa, we are going to do all that and more. But until you understand it isn't about what I want, or what you want or even about what Mike wants, but about what Mike needs -- your lips don't touch my cock. And until your lips are on my cock in your mind 24/7, the rest of my cock isn't going to be stretching your pussy either. Now kiss me goodbye." I instruct the befuddled beauty before me.

Lisa's soft lips caress mine, starved for affection, as my hands slip up under her bra to pinch her nips. The faucet in her panties goes on full flow, as my hands reach back to slide under her panties to harshly grab her fulsome globes, as I bang my hands outward against her panties.

Stepping back she says "That's it then, goodnight." as she senses what is coming.

"Not quite. You deliberately defied my instructions in coming here with panties on. You know that I have instructed you to come to see me without panties, without exception."

"I thought that was only at the office." she suggests.

"But not in the privacy of my home? And wait for it -- there's more. Instead of obeying me with the coat, you disobeyed, then tried to show how your dignity was more important than your obedience. You must learn that my instructions are more important than your objections. Remove the coat, remove the bra, stand here, bend over and grab the arm of the couch firmly with both hands." I object harshly, then turn to stern instructions which she instantly obeys.




When Worlds Collide



"Whenever you wear panties in my presence I will strip you naked and take them off of you, to spank you the number of times I feel sufficient to prevent you from doing it again, regardless of who else is present. Do you understand?"

Lisa hisses back "Yessss."

Moving her legs back to shoulder width, I pull her drenched panties down to her kneecaps.

"Pull you legs apart as far as is necessary for me to bounce quarters off your panties. Firm and Tight." I instruct as she moves them an inch or two wider, perilously close to losing her balance and doing the splits or going face first into the couch.

Without warnings, I swing my arm twice, landing two medium strength blows, one on each cheek.

"Goddamn that hurts!" she cries out.

"That isn't the correct response. The correct response is the number of the swat, which would have been one, but for this one is now zero, then you must swear you love to suck cock, you love to be fucked by other men, and you will make Mike very happy by sucking and fucking other men. Do you think you can handle it? If you can't, we will have to start over with however many demerits you have accumulated."

"I think I can do it. One, I love to suck cock, I love to be fucked by other men, I will make Mike very happy by sucking and fucking other men." she says proudly.

"Except that this one starts at zero because you screwed it up once. Let's begin." Thwack, Thwack -- two very hard swats land on each cheek.

"Oh, goddamn it that was hard! One, I love to suck cock, I love to be fucked by other men, I will make Mike very happy by sucking and fucking other men." she cries out.

"Uh-uh-uh" I chide, "that was supposed to be zero, not one, and cursing has nothing to do with it. So now you start at minus two. Object and we will start at minus ten. Say NOTHING other than what you are supposed to say." I wait to see her response. She is seething, I can see her face as she struggles to muffle her objections, clearly trying to not earn those other eight full force swats. She succeeds. "Let's begin." Thwack, Thwack -- two medium strength swats land on each cheek.

"Minus two, I love to suck cock, I love to be fucked by other men, I will make Mike very happy by sucking and fucking other men." she cries out.

"Ooh, I love your obedience. So much so that you will get a reward for every one you get right." I say as it thrust my thumb into her slick channel, my index finger curling around her clit to pull back, like firing a pistol into her pussy.

"Ungh-Ungh-UGNH!" Lisa cries out as she comes, lube and come flowing out of her snatch. I give her just a moment before continuing.

"Let's continue." Thwack, Thwack -- two medium strength swats land on each cheek.

"Minus one, I love to suck cock, I love to be fucked by other men, I will make Mike very happy by sucking and fucking other men." she cries out her voice trembling.

"Very good Lisa!" I encourage her, as I gently slide my thumb back into her channel, my index finger vibrating on her swollen clit, then pulling back with the same motion you might make when pulling a ticket from a "now serving" dispenser. I repeat the motion until Lisa climaxes so hard her knees buckle.

"Oh,no-no-no! If your knees touch the carpet or any part of you besides your hands touches my couch until we are done, you will get a demerit and we will have to start over." I warn, as her knees stiffen, locking into place.

"Let's continue." Thwack, Thwack -- two medium strength swats land on each cheek.

"Zero, I love to suck cock, I love to be fucked by other men, I will make Mike very happy by sucking and fucking other men." she calls out proudly, her voice obviously showing she is enjoying herself now.

"Very good Lisa!" I encourage her, thrusting both thumbs into her cooze pipe, fingers vibrating on both sides and top of her clit. She thrashes, her hips thrusting, her big breasts shaking beneath her, nipples straining to pop, as I keep going, driving her to an intensity of orgasm she never thought she could achieve.

"Let's continue." Thwack, Thwack -- two very hard swats.

"One, I love to suck cock, I love to be fucked by other men, I will make Mike very happy by sucking and fucking other men." Lisa calls out clearly, tears in her eyes from the intensity of the blows.

"So very good Lisa! You deserve a reward!" I say happily, as I retrieve a bottle of massage oil. Her big butt practically glows red. Sitting is going to be quite uncomfortable for her for the next few days. Not as uncomfortable as a weekend with Carl, but still a reminder for her every single day of what we did together. I warm the oils with my hands, lubing her big bum, her thighs, then smearing the wetness all around in her bushy hairy twat.

"Don't ever do anything more than trim your bush. Real women have hair on their cunts." I mention as I rub the oil in, noticing her legs are shaking. So I dive in, licking her clit as she thrashes above me, proving that it wasn't muscle fatigue.

We complete the numbers up through ten, spanking her hard, oiling her, licking her to earth shaking climaxes.

"That's enough. Turn around, on your knees." I command, as Lisa's eyes go wide. I am naked, and my full erection is in her face, but she doesn't know what to do.

"Tonight, you have seen my cock, but your lips don't get to touch my cock. Open your mouth, and stick your tongue out. Keep your eyes open, and memorize it. Imagine what it might have felt like inside you, if you hadn't been so disobedient. Imagine my putting the effort into pleasing you that I had to use up in punishing you. Be a good obedient girl, and repeat what I had you say after every swat each time you see yourself in a mirror. Then maybe, just maybe the next time I see my cock on your tongue I will let it slide inside." I said as I lay my dick on top of her tongue, letting it stay there long enough to be sure she would not close her mouth on it until she was told to do so.

"Put your lingerie and coat on and go home to your husband." I said as I went to my bedroom. I heard the door close as she left.



When Worlds Collide



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