Ishtar Bound

by Natalie Gibson

  Maeve handed Aaron a squirrel cookie to add to the tree. Marcie waived her over once Aaron was occupied. “Maeve, I'm starving. The baby's only a few centimeters long, how can it need so much food?! Do you have any more of those pocket pies left?”

  Maeve reached into her coat pocket,”I think so. I stuffed about 30 in there. Yea, here you go.” Maeve handed the little pie gift to the leafy clad mother-to-be and jogged off to hang her own golden strung apple on the tree.

  “Happy Solstice, Nathalia!” Maeve exclaimed as she threw her arms around the woman waiting near the tree. She pulled away and gestured to Aaron, “Abbess, this is Aaron. Aaron, this is the Abbess Nathalia.”

  They shook hands, but it was clear to Aaron that this woman was not comfortable touching him. He knew she had a thing about men, but maybe her power made touching others unpleasant. It couldn't just be his penis making her uneasy. It wasn't that big.

  Nathalia gestured to someone over their shoulders. A stunningly beautiful blond in a form fitting ski suit put her hand in Nathalia's. Maeve barely recognized the woman holding the Abbess hand shyly, “Christy?”

  The snow bunny stuck out her gloved hand, “Happy Solstice Maeve. Sorry I was so silent the other night.”

  Maeve shook it. “You don't have to apologize for being shaken. I'm glad you could make it for the party.”

  “Me too. It could have ended a lot worse for me if you and your friend hadn't stepped in to stop my boyfriend.” She took a step forward and planted a kiss on Aaron's cheek. “Thank you. I'm pretty sure you took blows that were intended for me. I'm really glad to see you weren't too badly hurt. Those guys can be nasty when the mood strikes them.”

  Aaron didn't know what to say. She was obviously going through some counseling and he didn't want to mess up whatever breakthroughs she was having. This woman didn't need him to tell her that she deserved better. He just nodded to her and Maeve said their good nights.

  As they made their exit, Maeve thought that maybe the victim and her savior were destined to be together. They did make a fine couple when she went in for that peck on his cheek. Aaron had certainly seemed taken with her. He hadn't said one word, just stared dumbfounded at her radiant beauty.

  ***

  “It seemed fitting that we should spend our last night together at Heaven. It started here.” Aaron explained as they were waived through security, but it didn't have to end here. He was going to end this on his own terms in his own apartment after they were finished consummating their relationship. “Is it okay?”

  “Sure. I love it here and it is fitting.” Also, she could work some magic on him before they left. Maeve intended to entrance him so that he did not buck at the matchmaking spell. That would be easier here.

  She shed her coat and purse to Marcie's stand in and Aaron's jaw dropped. “I thought you looked amazing in your tailored pea coat, but this's too much. You look... like a fantasy, my fantasy to be exact. How'd you find that?”

  He handed in his coat as well, but did not take his eyes off of Maeve. She did a little spin, knowing full well how she looked. The cat suit was blue and skin tight, accentuating her curvy figure. It had a sailor look to it with a square front neckline and flared out legs, but was a halter top so her back and shoulders were bare. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail high on her head so that her thick mane would not block the view of all that skin. The corset was small but made a definite statement. This was no ordinary woman; this was a superhero.

  “The girls and I shopped around for it, but didn't find it until the last place. I thought I was gonna have to order it on line. I'm guessing from the look on your face: we got it right. Do you like it?”

  Maeve allowed herself to be taken into Aaron's arms. Almost everyone in the organization was at the Mothers Midwinter party, so no one here knew anything about her vows. Tonight, they were just another couple kindling their love and arousals at a dance club. Aaron kissed her and her thoughts of anyone else vanished. He made her knees feel weak, but he was holding her up so she let herself be pulled fully into the tactile sensation of his mouth on hers.

  When he pulled away from the kiss, she was putty in his hands. “I love...it. You're a goddess and tonight I'm going to worship at your alter until you beg me to stop. You may look the part, but I'm going to do things to you that even a superhero wouldn't survive.”

  His hands were as explicit as his words and Maeve could not contain a small moan at the thought of being at the mercy of this man's passion.

  “Geez...get a room, you two.” JD slapped his cousin good naturedly on the back. Aaron returned his gesture with a genuine smile and hug.

  Jolie kissed both their cheeks in greeting. “So I guess we did a pretty good job.”

  “I'm glad he likes it because it took you girls forever at the lingerie store.” JD winked at Maeve.

  Jolie gave him a little pinch in the arm, “Like you minded being there with all those girls asking you if this and that teddy would look good on them!”

  “It's true. Every dude in that mall wanted to be me that day. I saw this one guy who looked like he would have killed to be me. There are a couple of guys looking at you that way tonight.”

  “Well, they can look all they want. The girl in the cat suit only has eyes for Aaron tonight.”

  “The cat suit and devotion were my fantasies; the uncontrollable beast was yours. Now that you've unleashed him, you're in big trouble.” He made an aggressive movement with a little stomp, like he was going to grab Maeve.

  This was fun. She made a scared face and ran off away from him into the crowd milling right off the dance floor.

  “See y'all later. I've gotta go catch her.”

  “My set's about to start anyway. Jolie and I'll be in the booth.”

  This was Maeve's club and she easily lost Aaron in the crowd. Instantly the guardian's massive chest was a wall in front of her. She pushed at him, “What are you doing?”

  He spoke softly so that only she could hear him as he turned them, placing himself between Maeve and her assailant, “You are frightened. I will not permit him to harm you.”

  His voice melded with the music and made her head hurt. She ignored the rising throbs and hypnotic quality of his voice and pushed at him again. “We're just playing, you big bafoon. I can't work my magic with you looking over my shoulder. I don't want to see you again tonight, until I call you to come pick me up.”

  He took her hand and turned it over. He kissed her inner wrist. Her pulse jumped and she could feel the surge of power transfer. She closed her eyes and let it happen. It was the quickest way to get rid of him.

  Aaron had caught up with her and was very concerned at the godlike man standing so close to Maeve. As he got around where he could see the exchange better, Aaron got more concerned. The muscle bound giant was holding her hand and kissing her wrist. It looked very intimate and Maeve seemed to be enraptured in it. Her head was thrown back slightly and her eyes were closed. Her face was flush and had the look of a woman on the edge of orgasm.

  “Is everything okay, Maeve?” Aaron could take a punch like a champ and was willing to fight for Maeve, but this guy looked like he could kill with the first blow. He also didn't look very happy about being interrupted.

  Maeve snatched her hand back from his grip and stepped purposefully around him to Aaron's side. “Yes, everything's fine.” Maeve answered, reinforcing her position to the guardian. “He was just leaving.”

  The guardian bowed to her wishes as was his normal old world custom, but Maeve found it irritating instead of charming as usual. It was as if he didn't HAVE to do what she said, but he would. He backed away and disappeared into the crowded dark corner.

  “Who was that guy?” Aaron stared after him and started to get a headache.

  “Nobody.”

  “Do I know him? He seems kinda familiar. Does he work here or maybe at the hospital?” Aaron struggled to place that face, but couldn't.

  “That's just one of the Sisterhood's guardia
ns. I think you saw him last night, wasn't he the one that pulled me out of the fog?”

  “No, but I know I've seen him before.”

  Aaron had probably seen him before because the guardians were trailing him, but she couldn't exactly tell Aaron that. She didn't think that having a serial killer after him and giant private investigator's following him would make Aaron very happy.

  She shrugged it off and he took her lead. “Come on, let's dance.”

  ***

  Dance they did.

  Maeve kept her word. She could've had her pick of men tonight, looking the way she did, but she only had eyes for Aaron. They danced without a break for JD's entire set. Even having to cut off several times when Aaron started to mimic her movements, Maeve had finally managed to work her enchantment spell. She was convinced that even if she slipped into her plastic persona he would be so taken with her, Aaron would be unable to stop himself. The matchmaking was going to happen.

  Aaron had planned to prolong this date, but was failing. All he could think about was getting her alone. “You wanna get outta here?”

  He leaned in and spoke so close that she could feel his breath on her ear. Maeve nodded and they made their way to the coat check. They might be sweating now, but it was still Midwinter night.

  “Are you hungry?”

  Again Maeve nodded.

  “Do you want to go get something to eat?”

  “Not right now.”

  “Where do you want to go?”

  “How about your place?”

  To Aaron, that sounded like the best idea Maeve ever had. Aaron pulled her out into the cold and they started jogging toward his car.

  Chapter 11

  Aaron's mustang might've been old, but it was fast. It couldn't have been fast enough for either of them. Maeve hadn't stopped touching him since they left the club and Aaron had made no move to stop her.

  When they got onto the freeway, she slid over and straddled the gear shift. Aaron shifted it into fourth gear, right back against her, but left his hand on it. At this speed it was vibrating quite a bit, enough that Aaron knew what it could do for a girl as orgasmic as Maeve, though he'd never used it for that before.

  Maeve shifted her weight forward to press against it. She put her left arm over Aaron's shoulder, and crushing her breasts against the arm still on the stick between her legs, put her mouth against his ear. She nibbled his lobe, tickling his neck with her soft moans and sighs. She reached down to feel his growing excitement and assure herself he was enjoying this as much as she was.

  He was, but maybe not as much as she, Maeve thought as she felt her climax rising. She could probably do the matchmaking right now, but hers was not an exact science and since, technically, it was the car giving her the orgasm, it might not work properly. She'd hate to call a mate for Aaron who was more interested in his vintage muscle car than him, so Maeve concentrated on the road. The danger was enough to keep her from casting as the warm tingling started in her core and radiated out to her extremities.

  Maeve was a woman who had several types or levels of orgasm. This one had been good, easily attained, but not satisfying. It was a prep kind that always made her desperate to have a cock deep inside her. She told Aaron, “I want you naked and on top of me and I can't wait much longer.” in a throaty intoxicated sounding voice.

  He shifted forward into third. “You won't have to”, he promised her as he took the next exit way too fast. She slid back into her own seat. They were in his condominium's parking lot and parked in his private covered spot in seconds.

  Aaron cut the engine, undid his seatbelt and leaned across Maeve to unlock her door. He kissed her hard on the mouth, then grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him and see his hunger. “When we get upstairs, I am gonna fuck you long and hard. Is that what you want?”

  Some women didn't like it when men talked that way, but it put Maeve into a frenzy. It was just what she wanted to hear and sent a rush of liquid heat to her loins. She started to answer him, but he interrupted her. “For the next few hours, the only words I want to hear come out of your mouth are 'yes', 'no', 'please' and 'Aaron'. Understand?”

  The aggressor was what she wanted, and tonight she was going to get it. This was going to be fun. “Yes, sir. Aaron.”

  “Sir's a good addition to your list of acceptable words. You can keep using it, too. You may think it's lucky that you don't have a refractory period, but tonight you're going to thank the heavens that men do.”

  As she got out of the car she realized her legs were a little weak and she worried that she might not be able to work her spells. Maybe she'd let Aaron get to know her a little too well. He knew exactly what to do and say to keep her mind on the physical and away from the magical.

  As they climbed the steps to his second story condo hand in hand, Maeve started to get anxious. What lay waiting for her behind that door? Could it be the failure Jolie foretold or something worse?

  ***

  The door was barely shut and locked before they were at each other's clothes. As soon as they were inside, Maeve had Aaron backed against the wall of his entryway. She pulled his shirt over his head to reveal his heart shaped chest hair. She kissed him wildly, like they didn't have much time and could be interrupted at any minute. He spun them so that she was against the wall and he gladly satisfied her savage solicitation.

  Their tongues displaced each other, searching and finding. Their mouths each played their own parts: his was unyieldingly voracious, hers soft moist and pliant.

  Maeve wrapped her leg around his, sliding her foot up and down his calf, balancing on her other. Aaron had her small waist clamped with his hands, but they were soon exploring. He ran one down over her hip and buttocks, since that area was so willingly offered with her leg wrapped around him. His other hand fondled her right breast through the material of her cat suit.

  Aaron moved his hands slowly up, touching as much of the suit and her as possible. He allowed his thumbs to graze her breasts, feeling her erect nipples through the fabric. He rotated his hands on her generous mounds, further stimulating them. He traced the inside edge of her neckline, from cleavage, up past her clavicles and around her neck to the hook and fastener.

  He undid the fastenings, but the outfit was so form fitting that he literally had to peal it down off of her. There was no bra or panties underneath, as his explorations had shown, only the ever present corset. He took the cat suit to the ground and paused there to enjoy the view.

  “Put your hands over your head and keep them there.”

  Maeve obeyed. It was so damn hot the way he told her what to do. He put his hands between her thighs and pushed her legs apart, wide, so he could get a good look. She gasped at the sudden exposure, but didn't move her hands from their place over her head, in an effort to cover herself as she would have normally.

  Brazilian was the term he thought, although he'd never seen it in real life. All the hair had been removed leaving her completely exposed to his gaze. It took a confident woman to pull it off and she had everything to feel confident about. “You have a really pretty pussy. I don't know what I was expecting, but I'm pleasantly surprised.”

  Even here she smelled like cake, only spicier. Aaron stood up slowly. Achingly slow to Maeve's mind. When they were face to face again, Aaron smiled and went in for a kiss, but before their lips touched he stopped and said softly, “Too bad I'm gonna treat it so roughly tonight”.

  Aaron was hitting every one of Maeve's triggers. Her position within the organization kept her from having real lovers, only one night stands. She hadn't really had a man twice in a row, much less long enough for one to figure out what turned her on. And now Aaron was skipping over the usual polite first time sex and getting straight to what she'd been wanting. What had she wished for on that night they first met? A nerd with a sexy secret; a wolf in sheep's wool? He was sure looking at her like a hungry wolf.

  “Get on your knees and open your mouth”. Aaron ordered and Maeve obeyed, slidi
ng down the wall, keeping her hands above her head. She knelt there, looking up at him with her lips parted, and waited for his next instructions.

  Instead of giving them, he undid his belt, pulled it out of the loops and slid it across the tiled floor into what must be the living room. They hadn't even made it that far inside. He unbuttoned and unzipped the fly of his jeans, but made no move to take them off. Rather he tenderly touched her upturned face, running his thumb across a sculptured eyebrow, down her cheek and over her plump bottom lip, already reddened by their rough kissing. She was so beautiful.

  She jutted her tongue out to meet his thumb and seeing his stimulation at her action, she parted her lips a little wider and kissed the end of his thumb. “Please, Aaron, yes”, she whispered.

  Not only was she following his rule, but she seemed to be enjoying it. He pushed his thumb into her mouth and used it to open her mouth a little wider. He felt the inside of her cheeks, her tongue and behind her lips. He allowed the sight of the area and the thought of what was about to happen to arouse him further. He pressed the pad of his thumb down on her molars forcing her jaw open with one hand and pulled out his dick with the other.

  Immediately her eyes were off of his face and onto his manhood. From where he was standing it looked like he was not the only one who wanted this. He rubbed the smooth tip along the same path his thumb had followed, her eyebrow, cheek and lower lip. He put himself inside her mouth and removed his thumb, allowing her to take over. Her tongue swirled around him and took great long laps up his shaft.

  Her mouth felt so warm and tight around him. She was good at this and he didn't want it to end too abruptly, so he took back control. He put one hand on the top of her head and pushed it gently until it was against the wall completely. The other hand held her wrists locked in their place above her head. He pushed his hips forward until he could feel her throat open up to accommodate his size.