Lydon's Exile

by C. S. Chatterly

  It would be night, and they'd be in her room. Candles would be lit and her tiny fireplace would have a couple of logs burning to chase off the evening chill. She'd be wearing a silky negligee, and he'd come to her in some masculine robe. Perhaps his attire was black like his eyes.

  She gripped her coffee cup as the scene played out in her mind. Lydon would walk across the room, pull her into his arms and begin their embrace with a kiss. That contact would be deep, wet and captivatingly slow. Her clit would begin to tingle and ready itself for his touch. Lydon would toss off his robe and place both of her hands on his hard, thick penis and she'd stroke him until he moaned and cried out her name. Then, she'd kneel in front of him, take his cock in her mouth and suck until she could feel his body shaking in expectation of a brilliant climax. And when he finally did come, she'd swallow every last drop of his semen while gently kneading his balls. That was just for starters...

  "Alexis, did you want more coffee?” Meg asked for the third time as she held the pot up before her guest.

  "Oh, I-I must have nodded off,” she quickly blurted, hoping that everyone now standing in the kitchen hadn't been gaping at her too long. She noted that Lydon and Hephenon were absent, but assumed they'd make an appearance soon.

  Del attempted to cover her obvious embarrassment at falling asleep with an amiable suggestion. “Why don't we look at your art proof for the new ads this afternoon, after you've had time to rest? I know it's a long drive from the city."

  Alexis glanced at Meg's and Kato's faces, caught their amused expressions and shook her head in denial. “Um, I'm fine, really.” She fought for composure. “I, uh, drove my car up to the villa while you were all with Lydon. The art proofs are on your desk in your office. I was thinking we could look them over after breakfast."

  "You already know what my response will be,” Del congenially replied, “Meg and I always love your art, especially the way you work in the logo for Olympia Winery in every ad. If you're sure you aren't too tired from the early drive, why don't you show Lydon around the winery. The rest of us will consider your new ideas, just for the sake of saying we discussed it, then you can go ahead and work up the final ad. Will that do?"

  Alexis bowed her head to hide her smile. She wasn't aware of the direction that Del's, Meg's and Kato's conversations took, her mind was still on the remnants of the sexual imagery she'd just conjured. She vaguely heard Meg explain that Hephenon was helping Lydon with some luggage, and assumed that the airline had finally located his belongings and had delivered them to the winery. Lydon's brief absence gave her time to gather her thoughts and her sensual wits. By the time Hephenon strolled into the kitchen with Lydon sauntering in afterward, she was pretty much recovered.

  The rest of the breakfast discussion seemed to be directed toward the new member in the group. Alexis took the time to watch every move the megalithic-sized man made, again noticing how little he and Del actually resembled each other save for size. How could one man have blond hair while the other's hair was so very dark? It was obvious Meg preferred Delos’ more golden tones, but she secretly hungered after Lydon's dark mane and more deeply bronzed body.

  She couldn't remember what she ate, preferring to keep silent unless a question was put to her. When Lydon finally finished his meal, got up to put his plate in the sink and was excused from washing up, he laughingly bowed to Kato's demand to do the cleaning and held out his hand to Alexis.

  "I believe you're to act as my guide around the property?” he asked.

  Some part of Alexis’ brain registered that the tour guide arrangements Del suggested had been repeated while eating, but she couldn't exactly remember when this part of the conversation had taken place. As the moments passed and she put her hand in Lydon's, she got the distinct impression that all this was supposed to happen. There was a disconnected déjà vu sensation that was both troubling and confusing. Alexis simply couldn't get over the feeling that she'd seen all this happening before, someplace long ago. She was supposed to be walking about the vineyards, winery and stables with Lydon, just as she was supposed to invite him to her room tonight.

  Alexis walked out of the kitchen barely hearing what anyone else might have said. It was as if she was being compelled to follow these actions; that they were leading to something very important.

  Lydon gazed at her as he held onto her warm hand, gripping his so firmly and insistently. “Are you all right?” he softly asked.

  They were on the front veranda now, about to walk toward the main part of the vineyard and some of the arriving employees. Alexis could only stare dumbly up at him.

  "You look a bit pale, are you sure you're up to this?” Lydon persisted.

  She shook off the confusion, took a deep breath and forced a smile to her lips. “Yes. I-I'm fine. I don't know what's got into me.” She put a hand to her forehead. When Lydon wrapped a strong arm loosely around her body, his warmth seemed to chase all the mystification aside. She smiled up at him and said, “Come on. I'll introduce you to some of the workers. Then you can see the stables and finally the winery. I'll even set up a small sampling table so you can actually taste what Del, Meg, Kato and Hephenon have grown."

  Lydon smiled down at her, still concerned over the woman's baffling, blank expression during breakfast and a just few moments ago. Further, he could have sworn he'd seen some kind of telltale, eerie glow in her lovely eyes that was anything but normal. He shook it off as his imagination working overtime. When Alexis walked off the veranda with him and the full force of the sun was on her mesmerising face, her eyes were not only normal, but they glittered with happiness. She could have walked him off the end of the Earth and he'd have followed. Never in his life had he seen such an enchantress. Her presence among the employees was met with warm affection and unrehearsed smiles. For him, the rest of the day went by in a divine haze. He couldn't remember a single twenty-four hours in his life that had been more perfect. Everywhere they went, workers were busily tending their chores. Conversation was professional but very engaging. He found Alexis had a keen brain for the wine making profession and loved creating advertisements that would enable Del and Meg to grow their business.

  When he walked Alexis back inside the villa, she stopped near the front entrance and nodded toward a long hallway to her right. The next words he heard were the perfect finish for a day he'd remember forever.

  "My room is the last door on the left.” She put one hand on his chest, stood on her toes and placed a slow kiss on his left cheek. “After dinner tonight, I was going to turn in early. My door will be unlocked if you'd care to join me."

  Without preamble, he pulled her into his embrace, slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her determinedly. The contact was sweet, hot and exquisite. He reluctantly broke the kiss only so he could whisper, “I was hoping you'd ask, goddess."

  She tilted her head and smiled up at him. “I've never been called that before."

  "Believe me when I say the title fits you, most appropriately."

  Alexis backed away when footsteps heralded someone's arrival. “Until tonight, then."

  Lydon watched her go as Meg approached from the opposite direction. He simultaneously saw his sister-in-law raise one brow, glance at Alexis’ retreating form then back at him. “I guess you saw that?” he softly asked.

  "I did.” Meg chewed on her lower lip opened her mouth to tactlessly blurt out an opinion, then quickly pressed her lips together.

  "You have something to say?” Lydon asked, gazing down at her in brotherly affection.

  "I ... It's none of my business.” Meg shook her head and started to walk away, but found herself blocked by Lydon's huge frame.

  "Meg, I want to be a part of this family and that means no secrets. Please, if you want to say something, don't ever feel as though I won't listen."

  She considered his words and the earnest look on his face, then said what she'd initially meant to. “It's about Alexis."

  "Yes?"

  "I know she comes off as
sophisticated and worldly, Lydon. But she isn't like the women you might have known back in the Olympian reality. She's had a rather difficult life judging by what little I've been able to get out of her."

  Lydon took both Meg's hands in his. “And, you think I'd hurt her?"

  "No. Not intentionally. Just remember that things here are different. Alexis is a bit lonely. Not that she'd like me telling you that or care to have me interfere in her business, but..."

  "I get the idea, Meg. I swear, I won't let things get out of hand. It's her call, all the way."

  Meg stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. “Thank you, Lydon. I want you both in my life. Alexis as a friend, you as my brother. To lose either of you isn't acceptable."

  He smiled down at her, then let her walk away after she winked up at him. His heart warmed at being taken into Meg's confidence, but she needn't have any fears on his behalf. His wild oats had been sewn. His gut told him that tonight was the beginning of something momentous. As he promised, however, Alexis would make the calls. He'd simply be hers to summon or not as she chose. Still, anticipation rose in him like the sun rises over the horizon. Today, in Alexis’ company, he'd experienced the most euphoric emotional highs of his life. Tonight, he'd match those emotions with physical exhilaration that would rock the universe.

  He strode away, reeling with a newfound sense of purpose in his mortal life.

  Chapter Three

  During dinner that night, Lydon simply couldn't take his eyes off Alexis. She was wearing a long gypsy-style skirt in black, topped by a sweet camisole with thin straps that showed off her bare, sun-kissed shoulders to perfection. Meg was dressed similarly, but all his attention was centred on the woman he'd later bed.

  As she had during breakfast, Alexis seemed to stay rather quiet, preferring to add little to the conversation and sipping her drink while others laughed and made merry. Her silence gave him a chance to watch her over the rim of his wineglass. Every movement she made was a study in grace and perfect deportment. His own manners were a bit uncouth, but he was starving and in a grand mood.

  In truth, he couldn't have topped the day with a better meal. Meg and Kato had expertly prepared an appetizer of Greek Saganaki, which consisted of fried Feta cheese mixed with perfectly ripened slices of tomato, followed by a wonderful garbanzo bean salad and Baklava and Alexis’ birthday cake for dessert.

  True to her word, he heard Alexis murmur her goodnights rather early. He spent but a few more moments with his new family, before retiring himself. But he didn't take to his own room when he left Delos, Meg, Kato and Hephenon behind. They seemed perfectly happy to party into the night while sitting around a warm patio fireplace.

  He found his body was quite hot enough without that extra heat and spent a while strolling around the veranda. The cool night breeze served to soften his ardour but little before heading to Alexis’ room. No matter what he'd done in the way of controlling his need for her tall but shapely body, he was brandishing a full erection by the time he found her open door.

  Candles on her small mantle lit the room as he entered it and quietly closed her door behind him. He called out her name and she entered the large sitting room through the open veranda doors where she'd apparently been taking in the wonderful, clean night air. But she was no longer in the lovely black skirt with its shiny smattering of sequins. Her hair at dinner had been loosely piled on her head, exposing her graceful neck to the moonlight. Now, all that shimmering brown mass spilled around her shoulders as she sauntered toward him in a black silk robe that screamed of the devilment to come.

  Alexis gazed at his tall, colossally built form. “Undress for me,” she softly demanded.

  Lydon didn't need for her to repeat the command. He slowly unbuttoned the shirt he'd borrowed from Delos, pulled the tail from within his blue jeans and let the garment fall to the floor. Before he could finish, Alexis was in his embrace, tilting her head back for his kiss. Her full lips were as sweet as any wine and drove him to a passion he'd never experienced. Perhaps being mortal now gave him a better sense of living in the moment and accepting a beautiful woman in his embrace before time flew by and he could no longer do so.

  He let his tongue entwine with hers and felt her body meld to his as if it were meant to fit exactly against his much larger frame. He ran his hands down her soft back, but could feel the strength of her body as if she worked hard and long for the feminine muscle in his grasp.

  She moaned in appreciation of the exuberant, ardent kiss. Somehow, the rest of his clothing followed the shirt to the floor, though she never opened her eyes. The kisses he bestowed trailed wildly down her throat to one exposed shoulder. Then, he pulled the sash loose from her waist and her own robe fell to the floor.

  He backed away pulling deep, gasping breaths into his lungs. He let his gaze wander over the superb, toned body before him. Her full breasts heaved as she gazed over his chest and her hands gripped his biceps. Alexis’ waist was tight and flat. Her hips were in exact proportion to the rest of her slender frame. Lydon suddenly remembered Megaira's warning and did the one thing he'd never attempted with a woman when the situation had gone so far. He backed away and let Alexis make her requests of him. Her fixated, unusually coloured eyes seemed deeper in the candlelight. They glowed with fire that could rival any goddess he'd ever serviced.

  "Tell me what you want, Alexis.” He held his hands out, palms toward her in a supplicating gesture. “I await your command."

  Momentarily confused, she stared at him for a few more seconds until her head could come to grips with this Alpha male's seemingly acquiescent attitude. “Come with me to the bedroom,” she breathlessly ordered, and was gratified to see him follow. “Lie down on the bed and spread your legs."

  Lydon could barely contain his pleasure at the request. The bed was large enough to couple in whatever position they might desire. Every drop of blood in his veins was rushing to his groin, readying him for everything. He lay back against a pile of sumptuous pillows and saw ambient candlelight fall over his frame. From that light, he could also see the mounting heat in Alexis’ expression as she gazed down at him. Her attention lingered on his crotch. It was his great delight to stare up at her splendid body and feel every nerve come alive at the sight of her.

  She knelt on the end of the bed between his thighs and lifted her breasts for him, tossing her hair back over her shoulder at the same time. Then she dipped down and began to slowly—ever so slowly—kiss her way up the inside of his right leg.

  He fought the urge to pull her forward and plant her on his now rigid cock. It was actually pulsing with his heartbeat, in a fully upright position. But he wouldn't touch her until she requested it of him. Everything was up to her. He wanted Alexis to need him more than she required food or water. For some reason, it was imperative that she remember him as being the best, most masculine and virile man she'd ever taken to bed.

  Her impulse was to rush past the foreplay, but she wanted him on fire when her tongue finally found his cock, then his huge bullock-like testicles. Finally, her patience was rewarded when her lips wrapped around the tip of his penis and she heard him cry out. Still, he didn't move, but let her do whatever she wished, and it was turning her on in ways she'd only dreamt of.

  "You taste so good,” she whispered as she briefly broke her licking and sucking of his genitals.

  "Gods have mercy,” he muttered and let his head drop back when she ran one finger down between his balls, to his anus. It felt as if every single inch between his legs was burning with lava-intense heat and he needed her to finish him. But he gripped the bedspread in his two hands and let her maintain total control. All he wanted to do was roll her over and plunge in, but what she was doing to him was almost debilitating in its intensity.

  Finally, Alexis slowly raised her body and gracefully moved over him. She stroked his long, thick cock several more times before positioning herself over it and sliding down, inch by long inch.

  Lydon heard her moan deeply and sa
w her briefly close her eyes in supreme pleasure. Then, she began to rotate her hips in slow, small circular motions. She alternated these little round offerings with a back and forward undulation of her hips. When she lifted her hair up and thrust her chest forward, Lydon placed his palms on her lovely orbs so temptingly offered, but he caught himself and waited.

  "Yes, massage my breasts. Pull my nipples,” she begged.

  Finally, he could touch her the way he wanted. He wasted no time in doing exactly as she asked, sitting up just a bit and pushing his hips higher to further impale her on his shaft. Her response was to gasp and reach behind her to knead his balls. He saw her lick her lips, then open her eyes to stare straight into his. Alexis began to grind her pelvis against his and rock forward and backward faster and faster. She flung her head from side and her long, shining hair fell forward to cover her nipples.

  "That's it, baby. Take it all in. Grind down and hold on tight,” he softly instructed.

  She heard more words of encouragement as she kneaded his balls more demandingly and quickened the pace of her hips. The strong cock within her was enormously superb. A voice cried out his name, she recognised it as her own but it seemed too wild and animalistic to be hers. Then, the front of her abdomen, deep within her body, began to tighten and convulse. The orgasm came hard, forcefully, and lasted much longer than any she'd ever experienced. And when it was almost done she felt another, quicker one following the first.

  Lydon released his semen with power. He could feel it shooting forward into her as her convulsions milked him of every last sperm he thought he'd ever possess. And when she was finally done, she fell against his chest, gasping and murmuring his name over and over. Her skin was so ultra soft against his. If she melded into him before, they were one now with no space between their bodies. And her heart beat in time with his. At first, the rhythm of it was hard and fast, then it slowed and took on a less ferocious pounding.