Cliantha leaned into the exposed curve of Felix's neck and she licked the pulse of life pounding near the surface of his skin. She nipped at his vein, drew another sweet drop of blood from him before she sealed the wound with a slow glide of her tongue.
Demetri was still at her back, and Felix's eyes were wide as he fought to control his terror, the smell of his fear increasing with each breath he took. She smiled and pushed him. He fell on his ass and tried to back away. She caught his ankle and stopped him, then crawled over him, settling astride his hips. His cock, still hard, pressed against her. She moved again, her fingers curling around his hot shaft, guiding him into her pussy. She gasped as she impaled herself on his impressive length and started to move.
The sound of Demetri laughter affected her like rich velvet stroking across her skin, then he stepped in front of her. While she rode Felix, Demetri offered his cock to her. She opened her mouth and took him in, her hands cupping his ass as she began to suck. Felix gripped her hips, bruising her skin, and she angled her hips so he was buried deep as her cunt gripped him tight and held him locked inside her. The loud moan of intense pleasure that tore from him was echoed by Demetri seconds later as both men found their release. Swallowing the rush of Demetri's orgasm, Cliantha continued to suck, slowing her rhythm. Beneath her, the spurts of Felix's climax flooded her pussy, and he loosened his hold on her hips.
Demetri stepped clear of her and she smiled down at Felix. "I like you, young Felix. I don't want you to die here tonight."
Felix looked past her to Demetri, seeming to know his life was in the hands of the odd-eyed master Cliantha adored.
"I'm not interested in keeping a pet. I've permitted you to fuck him, but you cannot keep him."
Cliantha stared at Felix.
Demetri's hold on her was not what he believed it to be, but tonight she had become his creature. Now wasn't the time to give him reason to suspect she was not the adoring whore he wanted.
For a few heartbeats, Cliantha contemplated. Whatever her feelings were, she had no choice.
Grabbing Felix and yanking him forward, Cliantha's fangs sank into his throat, cutting off his scream. As he died, she heard a louder scream filtered through his blood as it coursed into her veins. It took a heartbeat to recognize it for the sound of her own ecstasy as Demetri took possession of her again...
Epilogue
Reawakening
Consciousness returned slowly...
Some distant part of his mind understood it should not have been this way. Still, the effort had to be expended if he expected to emerge from the darkness that held him prisoner. Pain hovered too near, and a tiny twitch of fear stirred when he realized how much agony he'd suffered. It seemed the only clear memory he possessed. Anguish and hatred dominated and defined his existence—two feelings he had experienced too much.
Fire...
There had been fire that night. Flames everywhere. There had been no escape. Terror forced movement. His hand rose and came to rest over his heart. The small shift of motion woke a million sensors of pain. He hadn't known anything like this in a thousand years. Longer. Smoke again filled his lungs, the memory so vivid he believed for several disoriented seconds that he remained in the inferno.
Heat...
Searing, lethal flame that stripped the flesh from his bones. Sweat beaded on his brow, and the reaction reassured him of his continued survival. As if to prove him wrong, the blackness seized him another time. The talons of Morpheus curled around him and drew him deep into the abyss of darkness.
In silence, he screamed...
* * * *
Time had long since lost any meaning to him...
The falls into nothingness had become one of the few constants in his pseudo-existence, he'd learned to appreciate them. Each time he felt the mental whisper of awareness, he discovered he had grown stronger. He could move without the tremendous, encompassing agony that had met each of his tentative motions a short time ago. He could not stand or sit, but he could feel life returning to atrophied limbs.
His voice still refused to function...
Not that there appeared to be anyone near to hear if he had called out. Memories tweaked at his mind, teased and taunted him with the knowledge that his demise had been more a cause for celebration than mourning. He had been hated and feared. He was not loved by any who knew him.
"That's not true, Stavros," a soft, feminine voice murmured. "I love you, and I have kept you safe."
The gentle warmth of her voice caressed his senses...
He could not recall her name, but her happiness seemed to swathe him in a cloak of security.
"Soon." She whispered the promise so close to his mouth that the gentle ripple of air created a brief smile within him. Comfort came from the cool touch of fingers caressing his face, and moist lips brushed his.
Sleep tugged at him, and he hadn't the strength to fight the lure...
* * * *
The wetness of her mouth on his greeted him when he stirred into consciousness. Moments later, a familiar, sweet, sticky warmth trickled down his throat and he swallowed eagerly. The taste was exquisite, and his body shuddered in pleasant rapture.
He wanted more...
Hunger gnawed at his insides, and he reached for the delicate hand that had withdrawn to stroke his forehead. She understood his need, and again pressed her torn wrist to his mouth. The flow of blood wine poured from her veins to his.
"Take what you must," she encouraged in soothing, low tones.
She touched his temple with another cool kiss as he continued to drink...
* * * *
His eyes opened cautiously...
For the first time he could see the place in which he slept. Shadows filled the room with tranquil shades of deep grey. The window had been opened and he saw the glittering sparks of light that studded the clear black sky. The moon hung low, seemed to rest on the swaying treetops framed by the fluttering curtains. The pale, silver white globe cast forth a single bright beam of light that illuminated the world beneath it. A sliver of darkness passed through the ray and stopped at his bedside.
"It has been a very long time," she told him. "I had feared I would never see you again."
He knew this time his voice would not fail him...
"Who...?"
She smiled and sat next to him...
For several moments, her small hands cradled one of his, then she lifted it to her lips and kissed the open palm. Scarlet tears slipped from her eyes, and he felt a welcome surge of intimate power. She was radiant—beautiful—his. He watched in fascination as she removed a heavy silver ring from her finger and placed it on the smallest finger of his right hand.
"It is good to have you back, my Master..."
"Demetri?"
She smiled. "I have kept him alive for your vengeance."
Stavros saw the twisted yearning and the hate in her eyes, and knew there would be many reasons for Demetri's eventual death.
"He has known you as few others, hasn't he?"
Cliantha's eyes clouded with emotion, and Stavros waited for her answer. She stared at him, then nodded.
"I did what was necessary to let him believe I belonged to him."
Stavros nodded. "You did well, my pet. Now, tell me everything…"
"He has grown powerful, beloved."
"But careless."
"Yes."
Stavros touched the silken fall of her hair, lifted the black tresses to his lips as he breathed in her essence.
"That will be what destroys him, Clia," he whispered, tone dark with lethal promise. "He has dared much, and he will pay for what he tried to take from me."
~ END ~
Other Stories by Denysé Bridger
Glass Slippers & Jeweled Masques
Stolen Rapture
Felicity Jones
Rendezvous
By
Dee Dawning
Copyright © 2010 Dee Dawning
Flashback
A
dam, Devon and Felicity, consumed in a wanton orgy of lust, engage in a sexual liaison, in a vacant college classroom, on the last day of school before the semester break. Afterward, Adam suffers an anxiety attack when Felicity admits she’s a ‘bride to be’. Conflicted between the powerful emotions engendered by her recent lovers and the affection for her fiancé, Felicity agrees to return to school in a week and meet them for a rendezvous. While Devon loads his heartbroken roommate and friend in his car in the rain, Felicity gets in her car to make the seventy-six mile journey home.
Chapter One
“The ability to make love frivolously is the chief characteristic which distinguishes human beings from the beasts.” Heywood Broun
Felicity drove in a trance. Like a video loop, she relived the ‘magnum opus’ of her young sex life—her torrid affair with Adam and Devon—over and over. The mere thought of it dampened her panties and made her pussy ache. Then the image of Adam’s stricken face would emerge and tears would seep from her eyes. She never wanted to hurt anyone. She just wanted to have fun. They all had a great time, didn’t they?
God, she loved her ménage a trois. Something nagged at her—something beside Adam and Devon’s reaction to her engagement announcement. Having experienced nirvana in the arms of two gorgeous men, could she be true to one man and only one man for the rest of her life? Having lived the fantasy most women dream about, could she go back to ordinary?
She scrunched her face. She thought she knew the answer and it wasn’t helpful. What if she married Everette, whom she considered better than average in bed and decided she needed more? Not every man was predisposed to sharing his wife with another man. In fact she bet damn few were. She wouldn’t be surprised if it happened less often than people found four leaf clovers and solar eclipses came along. Sure, if a woman wanted to, she could probably instigate a ménage a trios by going out and picking up a couple men for a one night stand. Or by making a calculated arrangement with a two male friends or co-workers. However, finding two men who had an emotional investment in you, but would not be jealous of each other—that would be difficult. Add the fact that you should adore them as well and…well hitting a mega lottery might be easier.
Hell, if the shoes had been reversed, she didn’t think she could share Adam or Devon with another woman. Or even Everette. She shook her head. Why does she always put Adam and Devon ahead of Everette? It was Everette she was engaged to.
Feeling a need to discuss things, she pulled her phone from her purse and dialed her friend Julie.
“Hello?”
“Hi, it’s Fel. I need to talk with someone.”
“Sure, Where are you? What’re you doing?”
“I’m on the road in my car, half way to my parent’s home for semester break.”
“What do you need to talk about?”
“I did it?”
“Did what?”
“I did what we talked about at lunch.”
She seemed to grow excited. “You did? Which one?”
“Both.”
Her voice raised an octave and her voice cracked. “You slept with both of them?”
“Trust me, we didn’t sleep. We fucked, sucked, kissed and licked, but we didn’t sleep.”
Her voice warbled with excitement, “Oh, my God! How was it?”
“Julie, there are no words. Take the best sexual experience, you’ve ever had and quadruple it.”
Julie gulped. “Jesus! What…was it like?”
“Like being on a cloud and having two gorgeous angels performing everything you ever wanted, done to you, done well and doing it non stop.”
For a dozen seconds, she could hear only breathing, then Julie asked, “What do you want to talk about?”
“Well, I told you I was engaged.”
“Yes, I remember. You wondered if your fiancé had second thoughts because his enthusiasm seemed to have waned.”
“Right. And after we finished our liaison, Adam and Devon thought the three of us would be an item.”
“But you’re not for it?”
“No. At least not yet. I thought of our interlude like a peccadillo. A one time fling, and told them so.”
“And they didn’t like that?”
“No. They tried to convince me that a polyamorous relationship would be perfect for us.”
“And you didn’t buy that?”
“Ah, I didn’t exactly reject it, but when I told them I really shouldn’t have had sex with them because I was engaged, it seemed like the conversation drove off a cliff. Adam couldn’t catch his breath and turned blue. I worried he might be having a heart attack and Devon looked like his best friend had died.”
“So is it over between you three?”
“No, I became so stressed by their reaction, I told them I would rendezvous with them in a week.”
“For another round of hide the weenies.”
“Very funny. Yes, I don’t know if I could have stayed away, anyway. I have to know if what I feel is real and not a fluke.”
“And what is that?”
“The stirrings of love.”
* * * *
Adam took a swig of his seventh beer. “I still can’t believe I fucked my dream girl and lost her in the space of four hours. What am I going to do, brother? I love Felicity.”
“So do I. We just have to take her away from her fiancé. Don’t worry we have one more shot at winning her over.”
“What if she wasn’t planning on getting it on again?”
“The way she worded it left no doubt in my mind that’s what she wants.”
“Like how?”
“Something like. ‘I planned to spend all two weeks with my parents, but I’m not going to. Since I cheated on my fiancé once it’s no big deal if I cheat on him a second time. If I’m going to break it off my fiancé, I want to make sure what happened today was real.’”
“That does sound good.”
“Yes, it does. So you see brother, the ball is in our court.”
“Still, I’d like to beat the crap out of the guy.”
“I would too, but that’d probably hurt our chances by making her feel sorry for the clod.”
* * * *
She arrived home around ten p.m. Mom, dad and sis all seemed happy to see her and they sat around and talked.
When mom brought Everette up, Felicity explained, “I haven’t heard from Everette since before Thanksgiving and that was only the third email I’d received since August. It makes me wonder if those bikini clad, California beach bunnies have captured his imagination.”
Mom squirmed in her seat. “That would be terrible.”
Felicity’s precocious seventeen year old sister, Chastity piped in, “No, it wouldn’t, I’d be his loss.”
“Absolutely.” Dad added, half angry.
“Thanks. If he calls off the engagement, there’s a couple guys at school who are dying to take me out.” Realizing her fifteen year old sister wasn’t here, she asked, “Where’s Serenity tonight?”
Chastity’s answer dripped with sarcasm, “She said she’s spending the night at Sarah’s but I’ll bet she’s out with Rico.”
“She better not be!” Yelled, Daddy. “It sure is tiring having three beautiful girls to worry about. How come you didn’t give me a boy or two, Marge!”
“Daddy!” Chastity yelled back in her annoyed, whiny voice. “Boys are just as much trouble, if not more.”
Felicity raised her hand to her forehead. “I’m bushed. I had a very strenuous and emotional day, so I’m going to bed.”
She rose and kissed her parents and sister good night and headed for her bedroom. After taking her makeup off and brushing her teeth, she donned a pair of pajamas and sat down at her computer. To her surprise she had an email from Devon. Hurriedly she opened it.
Hi Love,
I don’t really know how to address you since our relationship, if we have one, is in limbo, so I’ll call you love, cuz I love you. Adam loves you, too. I think you found that out at Fat
Frank’s. He’s doing a little better, though he fell asleep in the recliner and spilled his eighth beer all over himself.
I want you to know that both of us will be waiting with our tongues hanging out for next week when we get together. In the meantime could you send us a couple pics of you? Naked would be nice, but we’d settle for you a bikini or lingerie. I won’t tell you why we want them, but I’m sure a smart girl like you can figure it out.
Love, Devon
She reread Devon’s succinct correspondence. She looked forward to their meeting, too and missed them.
Hi Big Guy,
I’m glad to hear Adam is doing better, though drinking all that beer bothers me. I’m looking forward to next week, too and hopefully we won’t get interrupted. I want you to know that no matter what happens I will have fond memories of our time together for the rest of my life.
I’ve attached a couple snapshots—bikini and lingerie. I don’t have any of me naked, but if I can manage, I’ll send some of them along later. In the meantime send me your and Adam’s photos.
Affectionately, F
PS. Do not wear yourselves out on my photos. Save your energy for me.
Someone knocked lightly on her door as she pushed the send button. “Who is it?”
“It’s Chas. Can I come in?” she answered and asked, sotto voce.
Even before Felicity said, “Sure.” Chas turned the knob stepped in and quietly shut the door behind her. Chastity had long, auburn hair, blue-green eyes and was extremely attractive. She turned and padded toward Felicity. “I came to tell you something about Everette.”
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