by Ella Hilton
I awake and find that it's now late Saturday morning. I look around for any sign of Celeste and there are none. The few personal items that she kept here are gone. I look to see if her car is here. It is not. I am crushed. I do find a large gift-wrapped box on the sofa. I rush to open it and it's a Celeste style care package. Many recipes for food and life, spices, oils, herbs. There are also sealed letters that have future dates they are to be opened. None very soon. I mope around a bit. I laugh when I notice my cock still rock hard from the oil Celeste put on me last night.
I find one letter in the bathroom with today's date to open on it. I tear it open. My dearest Celeste tells me that I should never try to find her. She tells me to have high standards for any women I meet. She tells me that she loves me more than I can ever know. It's comforting as she tells me that I will not be alone much longer. I cry as I read her loving words. She ends the letter telling how strong I have become and how proud she is of me. My six-month angel has changed my life for the better. I will never be the same. I pray she will somehow come my way again. I know she won't.
The End.
Creation
He sensed her vulnerability. "Do you need a lap to come and snuggle in?"
She blinked at him, trying to return from the insecurity of her thoughts. "I was going to say I'd quite like to sit by a fire and be hugged."
"Hugging is always available," he said, standing up and moving to the hearth. She watched him take logs from the basket in the corner and place them carefully on the fire. "You'll like this pine log. When it starts to warm, the scent will be fantastic."
He settled himself in the high backed, winged armchair by the fire, opening his arms as she came to him, burying herself deep in his lap, hiding her face in his chest.
"Better?"
She nodded, rubbing her nose in the warmth of his shirt. "I feel very safe."
"You are safe." He sighed deeply, his fingers tangling in her hair. They sat in silence for long minutes listening to the hiss and crackle of the flames as the pine log released its resin. They watched it drip down into the flames.
He sensed a change in her as she moved her position, turning herself so she leant back against him, his arm draped loosely across her. She looked up at him, her eyes suddenly golden in the firelight.
"You weren't going to wear this shirt again tomorrow?"
He caught his breath, "Oh - of course not..."
He watched as she bent her head to his upper arm, trying not to flinch as the material began to rip as she tore it apart with her teeth, flinging the discarded cloth onto the floor. His arm felt suddenly chill as the draft from behind the chair began to play across his taut biceps.
"I thought," she murmured, "this would be the perfect time to add a little something to this bare flesh. Flesh just aching to have teeth sunk into it, don't you think?"
He found himself nodding slowly, his breath catching in his throat as he looked down at his arm. "Yes."
He felt her cool lips kiss his cheek.
"Of course the fangs will leave a mark. It might even be a coloured mark from the venom. It may sting a little, but that will soon pass." He felt each individual hair on the back of his neck stand, in a rippling wave that travelled down his spine and over his scalp, turning his head as the shiver-pulse swept over him.
"Please..." he begged, opening his eyes to watch as she lifted his arm towards her mouth.
"Please what, my love?"
"Please do it. Drink Your fill... Lady."
He felt her tongue begin to lave his skin, the saliva sticky and cool.
"Peace, Beloved" the words echoed inside his head, causing the shivering to pass and his breathing to slow. He hardly noticed as her fangs slide into him, the sting - so pure, so exquisite. It was as if fire leaped from the hearth, filling his veins while his pulse began to slow further, beating a slow tattoo to the flames.
She paused, allowing the venom to seep underneath his skin, watching the colour change and the skin begin to thicken where it touched. She withdrew her fangs and chose a new site along the muscle. This time, he was more sensitive to her touch. As the fangs slide into him, they seemed thicker and sharper, the venom darker and more viscous, the pain more marked, deeper.
He cried out "Thank you.... Lady!"
All his senses were afire now. He writhed and twisted as the poison raced along his system, his back arching as he forced his arm against her fangs. As her hand brushed his cheek, soothing him, instead of allowing the venom to trickle under his skin, he felt it pump into him, the skin raised and raw where it touched.
"More!" He heard his own voice, hoarse and rasping and her soft liquid, chuckle reply.
"Oh, my little one is eager for his banding! Once more and once more only!"
He felt her fangs dive down again on the inside edge of his arm, the force so hard he could almost hear bone and sinew crunching, the venom milky white as it spurted into his flesh. He ground his teeth together groaning in delight. His entire skin was thick and scaled now, his muscles sleek and smooth.
He pushed forward against her, nudging at her neck with his head, pushing her head to one side and licking her neck with his newly sensitised tongue - the exposed skin sweet, fragrant. His arousal swelled against her back as his arm was fixed across her chest, impaled by her fangs.
Too soon, she withdrew from him, her fingers moving down to his hand, bringing it up to her mouth. She planted a single kiss in the centre of his palm before sinking her fangs again, blood bubbling to the surface. This time she licked the drops of blood as they welled up onto the surface of his skin, finally taking his essence into herself.
He gave a long hissing exhalation as he slid them both from the chair onto the floor, his clothes disappearing as his sleek new skin came into contact with the soft warmth of the sheepskin hearthrug.
His eyes closed as hr writhed against her, then he paused before dropping his mouth to her vulnerable throat. A hand stroked his hair.
"Oh my love," she murmured, "what do you need from me? Take what you need - it is yours, from any part of me."
His own newly exposed fangs tickled at her neck, his movements slow and sinuous a continuous smooth, easy, motion. His fangs pierced skin, as his hands carefully undraped her flesh. As her form became open and exposed, his mouth and needle-teeth were there, delivering subtle, stabbing, sweet pain that brought soft moans from her lips.
His body rippled, twisting against her as the twin sting kisses became harsher, but she only murmured endearments into his ear, calling him "Dear one, Sweeting," as he stabbed her flesh, her whole body relaxing in his grip, writhing with him, rubbing skin to skin.
He turned her to one side, winding his arms around her. Lying behind with one leg around her, their shapes linked as he slid gently inside her. Her body welcomed him as they rippled and twined together. With each wave of muscle, he slipped further into her, the outline of their two bodies blurring, becoming one, showing how much they were part of each other.
Suddenly he drove his fangs into her shoulder, deep, and forceful, impaling her with these daggers. Then came the gentle sting of his lesser venom flooding into her as he reached his crest and flooded into her loins. He felt her body relax more, becoming still, almost ceasing to move, accepting everything he offered her, drawing it down deep inside; taking his essence and venom and transforming it into her flesh.
As he felt her draw from him, his body began to spasm, the shuddering not violent but powerful. He groaned in delight as fluids began to leak over his skin - from her breasts, from her inner core, the flooding warmth washing over him as she slowly writhed and twisted, around and around to bathe him in her essence.
Their motion became liquid, almost frictionless, gliding and sliding together. The strokes into her depths slower and more prolonged - seeking to fill - as though reaching and striving for some place, some depth never before known, unexplored; then slipping back out - sheer ecstasy in the slightest movem
ent.
He felt her tongue coating his face with saliva as he turned his head, allowing her to anoint him. Her legs were still entwined around him, allowing access to her deepest places, for there was no barrier, no ending. The venom pulsed inside as he sensed this ultimate opening to him. His phallus surged, the tip touching new places, new surfaces. As he rocked backwards and forwards he seemed to slide deeper - then struck...
"Now, love, discharge your inner seed, release that which has never yet been spawned. Coat me where nothing has ever touched before."
At the farthest point, a light dawned behind his eyes. A riptide roared along his shaft, bursting forth inside her, a swelling wash of heavy, sweet perfumed, fiery fluid.
"Ahhhhhhh!" The cry was part release, part fear and the fear passed as he felt her body shudder beside him, her internal organs pulsing to his beat as she held him, draining him, emptying his All into her, spending himself.
Once more her nipples leaked, but this time the fluid was thicker, subtly changed, white, creamy.
"Feed, love."
He dropped his head to her breast, twisting effortlessly to suckle greedily, drawing her teat into his mouth, and swallowing, lips and tongue working together - gently taking and taking as his hips rocked against hers. Once more he became aware of his phallus being coated with juices -soothing and replenishing it.
"As you give all, so are you fed and nurtured. Thus are we both made whole by this exchange and transformation."
He felt her hands upon him, holding, caressing, sustaining every part of his being, whilst in return, his own hands trembled as they touched and swept across her.
He opened his eyes to find her gazing deeply into him. He saw himself within her and knew she saw herself within him, neither holding back, but opening their soul to the other's gaze.
"This is what happens," he murmured. "We give and receive and are transformed in return."
"Yes." Her arms tightened around him and he drew her deeper into his embrace, keeping her safe and warm as the fire hissed and crackled in the grate and the pine log crumbled into ash.
More...
There's a glass of water by the bed and as I sip out of it, I hold the last drink in my mouth without swallowing. As you lay on your back, I crawl on top of you and pull your nipple into my mouth, swirling my cold wet tongue around it. Opening my mouth a little, I allow drops to leak onto your chest, dripping down your sides. I trail my lips down your stomach, letting water out of my mouth slowly, watching it all pool into your bellybutton. This is so cold against your skin, you're writhing in the sheets, gasping each time the wetness reaches a new place on your body. I cover every inch of your torso with my wet tongue, moving the water around with my lips, kissing and licking and tasting all of you. Well, almost all of you.
As I creep down your body, I've saved the last little bit of wetness for your balls. Taking one in my mouth I grasp your shaft in one hand, lovingly touching and caressing you. Gently I suck on your balls, swirling my tongue, humming in my throat, so tenderly letting you touch my teeth for that little jolt of excitement.
"More.." you say almost breathlessly as I let you out of my mouth for a moment to slicken the head of your dick.
With my other hand I begin to knead the muscles of your thigh, stroking down over your knee and shin, beneath to your calf and up to the back of your thigh. I Grasp and grope and pull you closer to my body with more intensity as I continue to lick you, getting you so wet. As you requested, I move back down to take your balls in my mouth again, and with your dick now wet with my saliva, I begin to use my other hand to pump up and down. Slowly at first, cresting up over the tip and down again, squeezing to simulate vaginal muscles holding you tight.
I move my head back and forth, covering your entire area with my mouth, devouring you as if I'd never taste you again. I pump your dick up and down in my hand, placing my lips just at the head, twirling my tongue around the tip while my body begins to dry hump you between your legs, my breasts and hardened nipples pressing harder against your thigh, my hips gyrate against your legs.
"More.." you say to me.
I slowly crawl up your body, leaving no area untouched by my soft full lips, my hands gripping your skin so passionately and intensely, my nails almost hurt you. I reach my lips to the sides of your stomach and your ribs, sensitive areas that don't always get constant attention, moving up over your nipples to your biceps, I nibble. Moving to just inside your arm where it's also very sensitive, the whole time grinding my pelvis against you. You can feel the wetness from between my legs brushing up against you, hot and sticky and inviting.
"More.." so this is what Joe was singing about.
With one hand under your chin I force your face away from mine and trace my tongue just under your jawline, at the same time I sit down hard on your hips, my wet pussy right against your throbbing erection. Instantly your hands fly up to my waist and you breathe in sharply at the sensations overcoming you. Sucking and biting on your neck, taking your ear in my mouth, moaning loudly, I then whisper to you
"What do you want baby?"
As I may have suspected, you uttered only one word, "More."
Nibbling and kissing your cheeks, I finally reach your mouth where I waste no time and thrust my tongue in between your lips. Your body reacts to this and you sigh heavily, grab onto me, pull me down to you, wrap your hand in my hair, and kiss me hard and passionately. My hips are moving in circles against you, tempting you badly, leaving you wanting to feel my pussy wrapped around you. You've begun to pump your pelvis upwards towards me, meeting my circular motions with perfect rhythm. My breathing quickened, my heart pounding, my desire mounting, I want nothing but YOU.
I begin to arch my back and move back and forth against you, attempting to fit you into me. When the tip touches my spot I slowly push back onto you, fitting just the head inside of me before I pull back again. I know you hate this teasing. Five times I do this, in just a little, then out, pulling even farther away when you try to push up into me. You're becoming frustrated with me and just when you're about to beg, I sit down on you all the way. The unexpected move catches you off guard and you grip me so hard I'm sure there's fingerprints in my hips. Your eyebrows furrow together in an almost painful expression, your eyes glaze over as you stare at me, your mouth wide open for a second before you bite your lip, close your eyes, and your head falls back. For a moment I'm immobilized, the pleasure so intense.
I then begin to move on top of you, back and forth, around in circles, up and down. You grab my arms and pull me towards you so our chests touch, our kisses are sloppy, our moans are loud and sexy. I throw my ass up in the air, catching just the tip of you and then bring it fully back down so our hips connect on all sides. After a few minutes I can feel your body begin to tense up, I know you're trying to hold onto your nut, you don't want to let it go just yet. I have something else in mind.
I take you by the wrists and hold your arms above your head, moving frantically upon your dick, fucking you like an animal, up and down in steady motions, grasping you tightly with my muscles. I sit down on you deeper than ever and grind my pelvis against yours. This sends us both over the edge and you begin to grunt in the back of your throat, voicing profanity, sweat shining on your forehead. Your breathing becomes more and more rapid, my screams get louder, my muscles contract on you.
Finally you break my hold on your wrists and push my hips down against you, your hips bucking up against mine, exploding hot cum all up inside me while at the same time my own cum drips down, coating you. Damn. I fall on top of your chest, panting, sweating, kissing you. You wrap your arms wrapped around me, and you can feel the mixture of our cum dripping down out of me onto your balls. When our hard breathing subsides, we kiss softly, yet still so passionately. I pull away to look into your eyes and after a few moments you smile and say to me
"More.."
Maggie meets Mark
"Hello, I'm Maggie!"
"H
i. I'm Mark."
"Well Mark what do you do for a living?"
"I'm a musician."
"Oh, what instrument?"
"Bass sax."
"Ummm, they have such a soulful sound. Are you soulful, Mark?"
"I like to think so."
"Well, you do have a very sexy voice. Do you sing too?"
"Sometimes."
"Oh I know you like being in the background - out of the spotlight."
"Yeah, I guess."
"I like walking in the shadows too. Where it's neither light not dark - and maybe you're there - but then again, maybe not. Do you think I have a sexy voice?" Maggie wanted to know.