He thrust his tongue inside her, relishing the sweet, tangy taste of her juices, finding himself unbearably aroused by her own excitement. The fact she couldn’t hide her pleasure, that she found the situation they were in not only highly erotic, but also still dead sexy, helped feed his own burning hunger.
He felt astounded that as she suckled him he couldn’t keep himself quiet, he cried out, incoherent from the strength of his need and lust. He kept his hands spanning her hips, pulling her as close down upon his lips as he dared, as he needed her suckling him as deeply as she could.
Time drifted into nothingness, no longer necessary or important as they intimately explored each other. Michael let his tongue roam around her body, murmuring encouragement as he found her clit, enjoying her moans of delight as he laved it, suckled it. He laughed when she squirmed as he sent one slim finger exploring her hidden passage, slick with her own juices.
And she certainly seemed to enjoy her own explorations. She fondled his balls, gently lifting their weight into her small, delicate hands. She drove him wild when she fisted his shaft in one hand, and lifted his balls high in the other, prolonging the burning need growing to volcanic proportions deep inside him.
He gasped and moaned, pulled away from her when she wickedly sucked on one finger and then inserted it into his ass. No one had ever done that to him, and he felt himself amazed to feel a deep, unknown arousal at the sensation. He felt an inkling of understanding why the delicate, nerve-filled area held such a plethora of passion for women and men alike.
When he finally felt his control begin to truly slip, he pulled his mouth away from her delicious pussy, and he pleaded with her. “Phoebe, I need you, love, need to feel you riding me,” he said, laughing when she immediately turned herself around. He looked deep into her bright purple eyes, the deepest purple color he had seen on her yet. It seemed she was more than ready herself. And to think he had been holding on for her benefit.
“Goddess, but I need you too. It’s never been this intense, the need has never felt this strong. Is it the same for you?” she asked hoarsely.
He could only get a strangled sound from his throat as she held him gently in one hand, lifting herself to place him at her entrance.
Goddess, no, he replied in her mind, giving her a warm, secure sense of intimacy she had never before experienced. I’ve never felt anything even remotely close to this, Phoebe. It’s all you, you’re the only woman for me, he sent telepathically. She smiled sweetly, obviously getting not only the message, but the love and commitment behind the thought as well.
As she lowered herself onto him, he felt an explosion in his head as she connected with him. He could feel her hunger, a burning, almost out-of-control lust engulfing her. Her hunger fed his, and his had already raged out of his control.
The combined heat of both their passion and need erupted like a volcanic explosion, forcing them to both cry out with the hunger.
Phoebe rode him like a madwoman, thrusting herself up and down as if she were possessed. She dug her nails into his chest, needing some grip on reality, something to hold onto.
Michael gripped her hips so tightly he feared she’d be bruised the following morning, lifting her and pulling her down with a strength he would never previously have believed possible. Their bodies rammed together, both of them pressing harder and further to reach the elusive climax they both could feel shimmering brightly just out of their reach.
Michael felt the explosion inside Phoebe first, could feel her whole mind fill with a blinding white light, her ears ring with a noiseless explosion. A nanosecond later, he felt his own body seize up, gather together for the biggest damn orgasm he had ever experienced.
He had no idea how it happened, but in that moment, he was ripped from his body. He opened his eyes, and the only words he found to describe it was that he felt on another plane. Phoebe stood next to him, stunned and naked. Michael looked down at himself, and noticed he too was naked.
He frowned as he realized not only that he didn’t feel freaked out by having a honest-to-the-Goddess out of body experience, but he also found it enticingly erotic playing voyeur on himself and Phoebe.
Michael had never felt it necessary to have mirrors showing every angle of his and his lover’s sexual play. But somehow seeing himself and Phoebe below, slowly tracing their hands over each other’s bodies as they coupled was sweet, erotic, not uncomfortable or weird in the slightest.
“I’ve only ever heard of this,” Phoebe said softly, looking around.
Michael felt as if they were inside a cloud, or maybe a bubble. They were both encased in a clear, pure, white light.
“What is this?” he asked curiously, feeling no fear or upset as Phoebe stood with him.
“You’re not afraid, are you? This is the bubble of our trust,” she said calmly. “The priests and priestesses of the Goddess Adedenious train and meditate and spend years trying to achieve this perfection.”
Michael raised an eyebrow as Phoebe smiled brilliantly and came to him, hugged him around the waist.
“We’ve achieved not only harmony, but a blind trust and faith in each other. We truly and honestly connected ourselves. Here,” Michael watched as she offered him what he could only describe as a ball of light. He frowned, not knowing what it was.
“It’s my soul,” she explained, smiling at his shock. “I didn’t need to read your mind to know what you were thinking, but when we go back I will be able to read your mind.”
She nodded below them, and he saw himself and Phoebe, paused at the moment of climax. He remembered the etching in the wall to his room, and the light of understanding finally penetrated his mind.
He felt his love and utter devotion to this woman fill his heart, and as he raised one hand to his chest, he felt the ball of his love, a ball of light remarkably similar to the one she offered him, move from his chest and into his hands.
“Here, love,” he said softly, “my heart and soul.”
“We don’t exchange,” she chided him gently. “What would I do with your soul? We merge them, here, like this.”
She threw her ball of light into the air, and with complete faith in his most wonderful woman, he also threw his own ball of light, his love and soul, into the air after hers.
The two balls collided and exploded.
Michael was thrown back into his body, and he recognized the same instant with Phoebe. Her eyes exploded, dark purple with lust and shock. She gasped for breath, and he knew it wasn’t just from the climax.
He rolled them over as he continued to thrust deep inside her, spilling his seed into her womb. He bent down to her neck, and gently, he bit. She felt his cock spurt again as she screamed, the intense mixture of pain and pleasure blindly shooting her into another orgasm as potent and powerful as the first.
He wallowed for just a moment, her rich blood an intoxicating elixir he felt totally drunk on. As he felt her come down from her high, he gently healed her wound and pulled himself reluctantly away from her neck. They both panted and gasped, reeling from the intensity of what they had experienced together.
Although he didn’t completely understand, neither did he need to question what had just occurred. In a hazy, dream-filled way, it made a sort of sense.
Michael cradled Phoebe to him, cuddling her tight to his chest. He knew they hadn’t created a child this time around, and he could feel the raging lust of his heat phase begin to wane, but he somehow didn’t feel the need to create a child together just yet. Maybe the next time.
Phoebe snuggled in his embrace, and he felt her fall asleep. In the warm ambience, surrounded by trees and the comfort of their trust and love, he closed his eyes and, holding his woman tightly to him, relaxed and also fell asleep.
Chapter Eleven
Vasili opened the door to Scooper’s Pub and inhaled the familiar smoky atmosphere. He stood still inside the foyer for a moment, letting his amazement of the past twenty-four hours wash over him. This time yesterday he had been wrapp
ing up his search of Gav’s study for the day with Michael, organizing what time they would both meet again in the morning. Michael had pleaded exhaustion and had headed over to his lodgings, and consequently met Phoebe, and Vasili had headed here to have a taste of the atmosphere and emotions, and tried not to stare hungrily at Lea.
Oh, how things had changed since then.
He now understood Lea a hell of a lot more than he ever thought possible, but more importantly, he now knew she wasn’t barely legal. He grinned, licked his lips in anticipation of the night of flirting ahead of him.
He paid the cover charge, casting a startled glance over Cindie, one of the frequent escorts who worked at Scooper’s. She wore a miniscule black leather shirt, the normal black band across her breasts, but instead of the usual jewelry she wore, her bare chest was crisscrossed with lightweight chains.
Vasili raised an eyebrow.
“You looking for a new clientele, Cindie?” he asked curiously. She smiled back at him, teasing him with a twisting show of her cleavage.
“I’ll always give you a good time, Vas. But tonight is biker night, didn’t you hear?”
Vasili shook his head, about to ask another question when a roar of masculine laughter and cheering came through from the pub proper.
“I might go have a look for myself,” he said easily, curious as to what “biker night” would entail.
He entered the main section of the pub, a large, cavernous room perpetually filled with smoke and the smell of alcohol, men and people having a good time. In general, the pub was a decent place to hang out. The regular low-level criminal element of unregistered escorts and under-the-table additional extras were present, but by and large it was a safe, average place to be on any given evening.
The local Force turned a blind eye as long as everything remained low-level and low-key. Everyone including Scooper knew as soon as something medium-level occurred, the place would be slapped with a heavy fine and a whole lot of messy paperwork. So everyone remained paddling in the kiddy pool.
Practically every man in the entire pub stood in a cluster around the main stand, all the spotlights on a line of just over a dozen women, all of whom wore identical, tiny white crop-shirts. The women were all shapes and sizes, and all had already had their crop-shirts wet, presumably one by one, in the small wading pool in the middle of the stage.
Each woman’s crop-shirt had turned perfectly translucent, showcasing over a dozen different sets of breasts. Vasili found himself focusing on one particular set of breasts, attached to a short blonde-haired woman with pigtails who once again looked barely legal.
Lea seemed to be heading up the wet crop-shirt competition. Vasili squashed the urge to pull her away from the stage and out back and paddle her little ass raw.
“And now, let’s welcome Lyzz back, and hope she’ll flash us this time!”
Vasili watched as a tall, voluptuous brunette stepped forward. She wore the transparent white crop-shirt with a pair of slim black pants and what appeared to be black boots. Her long hair had been pulled back into a ponytail, and Vasili noted the slight flush to her cheeks.
She seemed like an average woman who had come here for a drink or two, and been happily roped into this scene. The alcohol buzz was still apparent in her dark blue eyes, as they were lit with laughter and a jovial enjoyment of the proceedings.
The crowed roared again as Lyzz came forward, but then she paused and turned to the man commentating on the show. Vasili watched as, with his excellent hearing, he heard Lyzz point and ask if she could flash with her friend, Cadie. Every male head craned back to see the statuesque blonde who had been standing next to her.
Cadie was a few inches taller than Lyzz, and more Amazon than voluptuous. Her breasts were more rounded, fuller than Lyzz’s, but neither woman needed to feel embarrassment over their additions to the show. Cadie wore a tiny, pleated black skirt and stockings with ankle boots.
A second roar with cheers and wolf whistles drowned out whatever the broadcaster had said, but Cadie stepped forward to link hands with Lyzz, so Vasili assumed they had accepted.
The two women playing together were a knockout show, and Vasili tipped them to win with this little stunt. The two women complemented each other perfectly, with their naiveté as well as their freshness of obviously being two friends out for a night on the town. They certainly wouldn’t be needing to pay for their own drinks throughout the rest of the night.
The two women, shivering slightly in the cold, their nipples beaded, stepped into the wading pool as Mik, the bartender, scooped up another jug full of the icy cold water. Speaking lowly to the two women who still held hands, he began to spill the water over their chests. The men roared, and the women began to get into the swing of things, grinning wildly, even as Vasili could see their lips tremble with the cold.
The men started chanting, “Flash! Flash! Flash!” and the two girls looked at each other.
With huge grins, they nodded simultaneously, as if coming to a mutual agreement without any words. Letting go of each other’s hands, first the blonde and then the brunette pulled up their crop-shirts and flashed their tits to everyone present.
The crowed boomed their approval, an enormous masculine roar as they whistled, clapped, stomped their feet and begged for more.
Vasili was surprised it didn’t draw more customers directly in from the street in sheer curiosity. Nearly deafened by the cheers, whistles and thundering applause, Vasili edged closer for a better look at Lea standing at the head of the line.
Upon closer inspection Vasili noted a number of the girls were shivering in the chill, even though the room was comfortably warm. He saw ice cubes in the drum Mik ladled the water from and felt a pang of pity for the girls.
Lyzz and Cadie laughed, and slipped slightly in the water. Once again linking hands after replacing their soaked and useless crop-shirts back over their chests, hiding nothing with the transparent material, they slid their way back into the line.
Six men were near the podium where the broadcaster was discussing something, and Vasili winced slightly as he projected clearly, “And the winner is Lea! With honorable mentions for the delightful Lyzz and Cadie! Great tits, gals!” The crowd cheered, and Lea stepped forward, laughing and waving to the men.
She once again stepped into the wading pool, and Mik upended the barrel of icy water over her, eliciting a tiny squeal of surprise from his love. Vasili frowned as a man pushed his way through the crowd, a small holo-cam in his hands.
Without even thinking about it, Vasili found himself pushing himself toward the man. He was short, rounded in an obscene manner that made him look like a squat toad. Light brown hair had been poorly dyed with red, making it seem as if someone had simply run their hands full of dye through the greasy strands instead of spending ten minutes doing a proper job.
Homemade job, Vasili concluded with distaste.
As a man who took pride in his appearance without being a pansy about it, Vasili never understood how some men thought it macho to be disinterested in their physical appearance.
Obviously this dickhead had no clue at all.
The man began taking holo-shots, making Vasili clench his teeth in frustration. The man had murky brown eyes, alight with an inner glow that somehow seemed to Vasili to be unhealthy. A rusty, ugly silver hoop had been pierced through one of the man’s ears.
As Vasili reached the ugly man’s side, laying a heavy hand on his shoulder, he felt the man jerk with surprise, looking up at him through wire-rimmed glasses.
Surely no one still wore glasses? He laughed to himself.
Medical technology being what it was, there was no longer a need for glasses. Yet about five years ago, it had been “cool” among a few writers, academics and journalists to be seen wearing the old-fashioned icons. Vasili knew Alderic wore glasses, but the elderly vampire was far too set in his ways to be bothered with fashion statements. Besides, the elder vampire needed no help with his appearance, the glasses were simply a
part of him.
This dickhead obviously thought the glasses made him look cool, or maybe more professional.
On Alderic the glasses looked perfect. On this man, they just looked ridiculous.
“Get off me, mate!” the man called out loudly, shoving Vasili’s hand away with far more force and anger than necessary. “I am Alann Boncher, Global Tabloid holo-zine. I’m covering this—”
Vasili didn’t even let the man finish his sentence before he felt a blazing red haze overcome him. This dickhead was taking holo-shots for the sleaziest, nastiest holo-zine throughout all the known galaxy?
Not even Rylan bothered to buy the smutty holo-zine, as its ethics were nonexistent and its management spent so much time in court for infringements of the already loose rules surrounding privacy and decency that no one knew how the trashy rag remained solvent.
Only the most perverted, lowest breed of Glykers bothered to even look at its holo-snaps. Vasili felt his blood boil at the thought of these shots of the average, perfectly normal women present, not to mention of Lea, making the rag’s spread.
Without even thinking, Vasili found himself grabbing the holo-snap from the little weasel’s hands and crushing it easily in his fist. The oily man squealed like a baby, and got a mean look in his eye.
“I’ll sue you, you bastard. Those were my only shots of this scene—”
“Then I guess you’ll have to look elsewhere for your slimy little cover, won’t you?” Vasili growled, not really certain when he had ever felt so angry before in his life. A large part of his anger revolved around the fact this man made his living from exploiting women and children, but he could also see in his eyes, through to his soul, this dickhead actually enjoyed what he did.
Vasili knew his kind instantly. This was the sort of man who maneuvered and manipulated for everything he needed. He took advantage of genuinely nice women and mooched from them until they wised up. He drove wedges between friends, and with a cunning only his ilk had, manipulated any given situation until he had everything he wanted, and to hell with anyone else he hurt.
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