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New Eden 16

A simple meeting over coffee. (closed)

Coleman James Williams, better known as C.J. to his close friends was born to parents Derek and Karen Williams on June 12th 1975, Born into the Williams family fortune Coleman was a bit spoiled in his youth, but as he grew up, he was forced to acknowledge his parents wouldn't allow him to simply receive his inheritance. He'd have to earn it.He applied himself from an early age. He studied hard, made it to MIT and created an upstart tech company that developed software and guidance systems which we all now use in our smart phones and which the US military uses. The application software was patented, and while the US government has attempted to buy him out a number of times he's been able to fight off each one of their attempts. As he grew older, he continued to hold a with a controlling interest in the company, but his real passion remained elsewhere.His interests turned to racing. Fast cars, fast motorcycles and he built a racing team with a few gear heads who he'd met while driving semi pro at an early age. That pet project spawned into RGW racing. A billion dollar company which now runs two NASCAR teams, one grand prix team on the European circuit and sponsors two up and coming riders on the moto racing circut as well. He's made millions for investors, billions for his two partners, himself and while his closest friends have gotten grounded by family and children, C.J. has remained a bachelor. The fans, movie stars, reality stars and rich socialites were great for a period of time but eventually the sparkle of the whole scene in LA wore off. C.J. felt just as empty as the conversations he held with most of the people who he'd met. The fans were great but most just wanted a piece of him, his public persona was that of a maverick, he'd blazed his own trail and had the benefits, but it was all becoming hollow. The plastic girls with their botox faces, Gucci bags and spray tans just created a world that he no longer wanted to live in anymore. Money and success could buy a lot of things, but as that old saying goes, it can't buy happiness.So to escape, he dug back into the racing team and decided a long vacation was in order. One to some European nation he hadn't visited yet. Whichever nation he chose, the places, and the people would be different, he could become part of the crowd, and not worry about some jerk in the paparazzi shoving a camera in his face. He’d made reservations at two locations before he headed out, figuring if he hated one location he’d have a backup to visit.From the photos, the villa he chose looked nice, It had been built maybe 200 years ago, 2 floors a spacious modernized kitchen but the furnishings were classic, as if they'd aged well right along with the home they were in. He figured with the time he had, he'd explore the house and maybe explore a little. but that's if he chose the place. One other feature he liked was that had a bit of property privately walled off by ancient brick and mortar walls that were probably built about the same time that the house was. The rooms were spacious, along with a great master suite with an over sized bathroom. it felt like a place he could call home, at least while he was there on vacation. With it’s distance to the center of the city he was staying in he could easily stumble home, or catch a taxi. The one thing he did worry about was the native language, he didn't speak it. C.J could speak German, French, Spanish and a rough patch of Russian, but the native language was just out of his spectrum.The penthouse rooms at the top of one of the more upscale hotels was a bit more.. indulgent. He admitted he didn’t need half a floor, but he figured, if he was on vacation, why not enjoy it, and the rate the quoted him was reasonable. He'd stay in style at either location. So, with two bags packed, C.J. hoped aboard his corporate plane and headed off for a nice long vacation.On the flight over his phone went off at least 5 times, all but one were corporate related, That one call was from his business partner Eddie Rogers, the “R” in RGW racing, who of course ribbed him for heading off to parts unknown.“You gonna find yourself some pretty mail order bride C.J.? I bet you’ve got a couple dates already planned.” Eddie joked“Ha! You fucker. No this isn’t a trip to pick up tail. This is a trip for me to relax, check out the sights and get some distance from the crazy people in LA.”“Right…check out the sights… whatever C.J. Just know I’ve got ya covered, we’ll see you when you get back. You are coming back right?” A catch of concern was in Eddie’s voice as he finished his last sentence. He’d known C.J. long enough to see that the drag of the west coast was draining the life out of him. Eddied was hoping this trip would recharge him, or give him that space he needed to clear his head and return to the racing team.CJ leaned back in his seat rubbed his forehead in mock frustration, chuckled and replied “I’ll be back in a few weeks, sheesh, you worry about me more than my own mother. Get back to chasing that little girl of yours around and I’ll call you when I’m headed home”“Alright, just remember, no mail order brides…” Eddie scolded him.“Bye Eddie..” C.J. quickly responded and ended the call.The rest of his flight was uneventful, and after the airport gave permission for the plane to land C.J. gave instructions for the pilot to head home once he'd gotten off the plane. He’d give corporate a call when he needed a lift home.The plane finally came to a stop, and with the stairway opened, fresh crisp air rushed into the cabin to greet him. Stepping on to the tarmac C.J. took in the clean air, on this part of the planet the familiar taint of smog didn't gum up his lungs or set off any allergies, It was a cool crisp night, probably 40 degrees, or that's what his phone said the temperature was. C.J. stood an easy 5'11” 195 lbs with broad shoulders, green eyes and dark black hair. At 39 he was starting to gray, a peppering of it was through his hair already. Some gray had touched into the neatly trimmed beard he kept to frame his angular face, it presented a far more mature appearance than he would have without it. Often his smooth shaven baby face looks had gotten him brushed off when he was an upstart, someone that the establishment wouldn't take seriously. Now, older with a touch of gray and a well maintained beard, he presented a more polished and professional appearance.Dressed for the weather, C.J. was wearing a heavy Black Pea Coat, over a dark grey dress shirt, white undershirt tucked into a pair of his oldest most worn blue jeans. The only thing new that he was wearing were the black engineer boots that he had on his feet, they were new and not broken in but he'd have plenty of time to do that over the next three weeks. As he looked out across the airfield he watched a 4 door Mercedes pull around and stopped maybe 20 feet away from him. An older man about 50 years old stepped out of it, and walked over to greet him. Exchanging pleasantries, C.J. decided to head first to the villa, spend the night there and check out the penthouse tomorrow.After a 20 minute drive, C.J. was dropped off, he’d found the keys to the house just where the owner said they’d be. Getting his two modest bags carried in through the front door, he set them down, and set about checking out his home. Finding the refrigerator bare, C.J. set out to get a bite, at this late hour he’d be lucky to find something open.After following directions that his phone had given him, C.J. finally stumbled in to a café, and stood in line to get coffee and something to drink. The young woman behind the counter took pity on him and helped as best she could. Not her fault that a crazy American was visiting her country and couldn’t speak the language. Coffee finally in hand, he took a spot in a old worn leather easy chair. His coffee in hand, and his phone the center of attention, searching for a language translator, he thought he heard a beautiful voice speaking clear English coming from someone nearby. C.J. raised his head, and looked around for the owner of that beautiful voice. It had been one of those days for Roxy. You know the kind, where everything just never felt to go out way straight from the first second you rolled out of bed. That was it, that was how the entire day had unfolded for her. It was one thing after another, mostly minor things that slowly began to add up till it was near unmanageable. It didn’t help that Roxy was horrible at time management; scheduling had never been a strong point. That didn’t help when you were trying to run your own business, especially in her kind of work.She liked to consider herself a Courtesan, though her website declared her a concubine and a paramour at least twice. At the end of the day though she was still just a prostitute; though far from the lowly, STD-filled sleazebags that the word would imagine. Here her work was legal and not so looked down upon as it was in the States, where she was born and bred. The story of her ascension from simple farm town girl to legitimate Lady of the Night was far from interesting. There weren’t any sob stories to tell, no silent tears to shed in the darkest hours of the night. In the end it was simple business, one that she happened to be very, very good at. Roxy was just a natural when it came to the pleasures of the flesh, it was something she enjoyed immensely; it was a pity she was really horrible at the business side of it all. Yet she refused to yield, to give in and seek assistance from anyone else. She didn’t need some pimp in platforms telling her what to do; she did as she damn well pleased.That attitude though just didn’t cut it today. She had managed to piss off a very well paying customer, who ever a few choice words from one another, decided to take his business elsewhere. Roxy was glad to tell him to piss off and watch him shuffle off in a huff, at least at the time. But it was her bank account that was taking the hit, which put a damper on any good feelings the situation might have brought. She managed to get another gentleman in quickly enough, though it turned out to be little more than a quick oral session. It would have to do for the night. Roxy grabbed a quick swish of mouthwash before she collected her payment and sauntered off into the night.It was chilly, far colder than she was accustomed to even after being her for almost a year. During that time she never really managed to fit in, nor did she bother to try and learn the language. She was too old to learn another one, at least that was what she told herself. She managed to get by though, after all people tended to be nicer to pretty young women. Roxy was just that, a female at the prime of her life, mid-twenties, a stunning little package from head to toe. She stood at five foot two inches, though her thick soled heels added at least six inches, with a petite, shapely frame that was sinfully curved and sculpted. Proud shoulders swept down to an ample bosom, a slim and toned core that dipped into a tiny waist and flared out to shapely hips that seemed made to be grabbed and held. They swayed with a natural, undeniably erotic rhythm with each step she took. Her legs were long and toned as well, ending in dainty little feet. She was taut and toned to near perfection, that lithesome figure came straight out of the lust-filled fantasies of a horny young teenager.Her attire did little to keep her body hidden; it was just bad for business in her line of work. Tonight the primary color was black with a highlight of purple. A leather bodice, synched tightly over her upper frame, held her bosom greedily in its grasp, bright purple laces straining between the black leather. A matching satin choker encased her gracefully arched throat; a silver chain glimmered and dipped down towards her cleavage. The bodice left her mid-drift exposed, a ring in her navel catching the light as well. The strings of a black thong could be seen with each step she took before they disappeared underneath a thick leather belt that hung dangerously low on her shapely hips. A mini-skirt clung tightly to hips and upper thighs, barely concealing way lay beneath (there was no way she was bending over in that), with black lace garter belt connecting her sheer lace stockings. They disappeared underneath the thick leather of her knee high boots, matching purple laces standing out as they criss-crossed over the front.A flimsy short jacket tried desperately to stave off the night chill, though it really wasn’t cutting it. Roxy hurriedly made her way down the street, her heels clicking sharply with each step she took. She wasn’t thinking really, more going on auto-pilot as she headed towards the café for her nightly intake of caffeine. She plodded away on the surface of her phone as she entered, mulling over several things all at once as she stood in line. The bright lights of the café caught her features now, which were more than a matching for her killer body. She had the visage of an angel with the expression of a sinner, sweetly and angularly shaped with full, plush lips and expressive eyes. They were a deep chocolate brown and twinkled in the café’s lights. Her hair was raven, short and spiky with long bangs that touched her chin, dyed a vibrant violet. She got more than a few glances as she stood there typing on her phone, her lips curled in a sourpuss expression. She didn’t look up till the girl behind the encounter said something to catch her attention.“Oh…uh yeah…I want a café mocha-“ Roxy began, though she realized with the cashier’s furrowing brow her English was lost on her. With a sigh she just pointed at the sign on the counter, nodding and saying the word ‘coffee’. She really should at least learn a few words to order a damn cup of coffee. “This one. Coffee. Om nom, coffee!” As C.J. raised his head, he heard a distinct American accent, but the vision before him was not quite what he expected, ok fuck that… Being honest with himself C.J blinked his eyes because the exquisite voice was coming from someone that looked nothing like what he expected. In his head he’d expected a young college age bubbly blonde, with a book bag over one shoulder dressed in European fashion. Instead, the woman standing at the counter was a vision of pure fantasy. Well, one of his anyway. She appeared to be in her mid 20’s and the outfit, well the outfit set her apart from anyone else in this little coffee shop, hell it set her apart from probably 95 percent of the population, but it worked on her. Between her boots, skirt, bodice and her hair, she was a walking erotic dream that was probably distracting anyone with a heartbeat. Was she wearing it as a costume? Maybe she was on her way to a euro discotech to meet up with friends? Back in the US occasionally he’d see women dressed like her in LA on the way to some techno party, but with this being his first night in this foreign country, he wasn’t sure if she was indeed going to a party, or an escort. Assumptions always got him in trouble, at least with the women he’d dated lately, and he wasn’t about to insult her.Talking to himself C.J. was trying to figure out a way to at least talk to her, without the weird feeling that some older guy was trying to pick up on her. Of course as frustrated as she sounded simply trying to order coffee, she might welcome speaking with another American. During all his travels that’s the one continuous thing, No matter if it’s a New Yorker meeting someone from Texas, in foreign countries Americans tended to find each other set aside their regional differences from back home and find that common bond. Best analogy he could think of was “birds of a feather flock together” but that didn’t quite fit. Of course his dad would roll his eyes at him, chastising him for the fact that C.J. had spent many a year trying to pick up a few languages along the way during his business travels in Europe, that now when given the opportunity to learn a new one, he was grasping for the first English speaking person he ran into? She was stunning, and with a voice that sounded like it could be angelic, if she wasn’t so frustrated.“Gezzus C.J. , you’ve dated a few movie stars, talking to a woman like her can’t be that difficult.” Shaking off his own worries He stood up, brushed his jeans and slipped his phone into his jacket pocket. Walking over to her, C.J. spoke politely hoping not to startle her.“Excuse me, I couldn’t help noticing that you sound like you are from the States? If you’ve got a few minutes, can I buy your coffee?” Roxy more or less got her order out. It didn’t matter much, coffee was coffee, all she needed was something hot and caffeinated. She paid the waitress and took her place to the side, her gaze drawn instantaneously towards her phone like most others. She idly tapped away on its smooth surface and almost completely missed that someone was talking to her. It wasn’t so much what was said though as how it was said. In English, with no discernible European accent, a perfect English dialect she had all but forgotten existed.Swiftly those chocolate brown orbs rose and fell upon, well, something she wasn’t expecting. Before her was a tall, handsome man, the gray in his hair denoting him of considerable age. Though instead of making him look old it did more to make him appear wise and sophisticated. With a quick glance she took in what she could see, before those plush lips pressed together lightly. It took longer for her mind to reconcile just what had been said. The moment felt far too long, as if she had been standing there gawking for long, awkward moments. A huff of laughter came shortly after that realization, a soft chortle before she offered a shake of her head.“Nah. I mean….yes…yes I’m from the States. What gave it away? But no…I got a cup…just waiting for it,” Roxy started to ramble, a habit that made itself known when she felt put on edge. For all her skills she wasn’t much of a people person, that was unless she was on the clock. Funny how such a thing could be turned on and off like a switch. She held her phone in one hand, gesturing over her shoulder towards the coffee counter. Something inside her head was screaming at her, though for the life of her she couldn’t make it out. It wasn’t about coffee, not really, but that hadn’t really dawned upon her…not yet. Either he'd become invisible, or this young woman was trying to ignore him, at least she responded to his inquiry if she was from the US. He didn't think it would be that hard to strike up a conversation. Of course, babbling on without end was occasionally a strong suit of his, Under normal circumstances he'd take the hint, move on and talk to someone else, but something about this woman had caught his attention, well besides the obvious, She was very attractive, Ok she was incredibly attractive and it was something besides just the outfit, costume or whatever she was wearing.In a very erotic way she was more attractive than most of the women he'd ever dated, and there was something tugging at him to know a whole lot more about her. Sure he'd dated a few models in L.A. but most were as fake as a cardboard cut out, this woman had something most women he'd met didn't have, a bit of attitude, and it was attracting him like a moth to a flame. Only he hoped not to get burned by getting close to this one. So, after watching her doodle with her phone for a few more minutes, watching the subtle smirk on her lips, and the quirky way she was staring at her phone, C.J. took a few steps closer, still respecting her space, and spoke up again."Actually it was your lack of accent that gave you away, I figured you were probably from the Midwest, maybe Iowa or Kansas. but definitely state side. I was hoping that you might spare a few minutes for another American who's new to your beautiful country. And honestly if I can't buy your coffee, allow me to pick up the tab for a taxi to where ever you might be heading." He was making it very obvious it wasn’t about coffee now, Roxy could feel his eyes upon her and the shuffle of his boot sole against the brightly polished tiled floor gave way his movements. Those large, chocolate brown orbs swept up from her phone and lingered intently upon his handsome visage. He had an undeniable air about him, a certain regal aspect that was intangible and yet undeniable. She let her gaze simply linger upon him for a few moments, if anything to see if he flinched or would shy away from eye contact. He did neither, the confidence was there but far from stifling; nothing was worse than a cocky man who wouldn’t take no for an answer. Slowly, as if she really didn’t want to, Roxy pressed the button on the side of her phone and slid it back into her pocket. Her lips twitched subtly, as if she were trying to suppress either a smile or a frown.“You sure don’t lack for confidence, Mister.” Roxy began, shifting slightly as she tilted her head coyly to the right. A few loose bangs of bright violet brushed out across her brow, an alluring contrast to her creamy skin. “It’s been awhile since I had a decent conversation in English though. And save your money, you might find something more interesting later…”There came a twinkle to her gaze and her lips finally gave way to the smirk of a smile that drifted across them, easy and teasing if not somewhat flirty. Just then a call came from the counter behind them and Roxy turned to glance at the girl behind the counter with her cup. With that smirk on her lips she offered a wink and turned to retrieve her cup, her hips swaying in an undeniable fashion with each step. She collected her cup and returned to him, that chocolate gaze once more upon his handsome visage. “So where were we?” With her wink C.J. was hooked, she was all the right kinds of sassy, and it was not only attractive, but the way she responded was exactly what he'd hoped for. With a chuckle of his own C.J. responded "well we were going to have a conversation in a language both of us could easily understand." With that, he waved her toward where he'd been sitting, guiding the way. The chairs waiting for them were high backed, brown old fashioned leather chairs, those that had been used by many a visitor, here in this café and in previous locations. If they could speak, they could tell you the history of the world.when they reached the chairs, he let her step in front of him and couldn't help but steal a look at the back of her legs, and the skirt she was wearing. Hoping he hadn't been caught, he kept his composure and sat at the same time she did. In a bit more of a quieter setting, C.J started talking, making as direct eye contact as possible."So what brought you here to this beautiful country?" With cup of coffee in hand Roxy followed suit after the handsome American, who she realized she didn't even know his name. That was odd, she mused to herself, after all she had a habit of getting to know people's names. It was a strictly business-like approach, after all it made people feel special to be called by their name in the most intimate of moments. It was how Roxy's mind worked, she had little time for true socializing, she didn't have many friends and what social life she had came from jobs. Some people just liked a pretty face hooked around their arm and a fancy party or art exhibit, Roxy had been to them all and hadn't learned a thing from it.There was an undeniable sway to those shapely hips as she walked, a certain erotic rhythm that the short skirt only seemed to accentuate. There was little that hid her from C.J.'s prying eyes, the definition of sleek yet toned thighs, a hint of darkness underneath the only thing that gave her true privacy. Her boot heels clicked against the ground with each poised step she took, the cup held delicately in her grasp with both hands as she brought it to just under her nose. She let the warmth linger there and relished the pleasant scent. If he was catching a look at her, well, she didn't seem to notice as she stepped in front of him to claim one of the high backed chairs. Her movement was slow and graceful as she settled into the chair and crossed one leg over the other. It was a dangerous move in that skirt, though it was obvious she knew just how to control it. Her rich brown gaze settled on the man, who had the gentlemanly courtesy to wait for her to sit first before claiming his own chair. It was one thing that Roxy couldn't help but notice. It brought out that smile again as she settled down into her seat and let her hands warm themselves on the outside of her cup.The conversation began light, the simple pleasantries of meeting a new person in an unfamiliar setting. It was to be expected, but it wasn't something Roxy wasn't use to. She hesitated for just a moment as she contemplated the answer, mulling over the possibilities she could choose.“Business,” She said after that short pause. Her cup was brought to her lips for a causal sip, though the face she made was far from one of enjoyment. “Ugh. I forgot sugar...” She said offhandedly. A causal glance was given in search of the stand with sugar and cream, even as her attention seemed to remain on him.“You? I'm sorry I still haven't gotten your name. Call me Roxy.” 'Business' is what brought her here? What kind of business was she in? Was she a party organizer? Was she in the music industry? With her looks and choice in outfits he could see it. Maybe she was in the “entertainment” industry? He didn't want to make that assumption, he might have back home, but then again a woman such as herself, dressed as she is wasn't completely out of the norm for L.A. or Las Vegas.Still, her response had peaked his interest and he was about to ask another question when she mentioned her need for sugar, he started to look around as well. Spotting the creamer and sugar back on the main counter C.J. caught her name as she said it, 'Roxy' just as she asked him the same question. He felt a bit embarrassed at the thought that he'd invited her to have a conversation with him but hadn't thought to introduce himself. Professing his embarrassment he finished taking a sip of coffee and replied.“Mmmm! I apologize, I ask you to have a chat with a complete stranger and I forget to introduce myself. Where's my manners.” Admonishing himself a little while trying to make a joke of it he continued, “Please call me C.J., and before I forget more of my manner again, hold that thought.”Standing up, C.J. quickly stepped over to the counter, picking up one of the several small rectangular containers that were full of packets of sugar. Looking further he snagged 3 mini creamers from a large bowl sitting next to them and returned to where they'd been sitting. With a warm smile on his face he them down on the small table between them and took his seat again. On the walk back to his chair he couldn't help but admire how beautiful her brown eyes were. They were expressive, and bright, even in the dark decor and late hour of the evening. he'd noticed her eyes from the first time she'd turned around and made eye contact with him, but now, this close he was convinced that she could seduce any man she wanted with those eyes.Returning to his coffee, he spilled his story to her, at least an abbreviated version that he could easily explain without going into too much boring detail.“Well, I'm here on a bit of a sabbatical slash vacation of sorts. I'm here to pretty much get my head back on straight, by putting 10,000 miles between me and the plastic people I'm tired of dealing with back home. So, I'm in your fair country for the next three to four weeks, hoping to enjoy the culture, of a country I've never seen before and then go home refreshed, and hopefully make some positive changes with a clear mind.” At least she got a name out of him, though it was more of a nickname of sorts. Still, it was better than nothing, one more step on a pleasant conversation. Not that Roxy really had many of those, rarely did she got out of her way to make friends or talk to strangers. It wasn’t that she had some anti-social complex going on, but she rarely had the time to really focus on that. Friends, companions, lovers, they were a luxury that Roxy simply couldn’t afford at the moment. A slender brow arched as C.J. excused himself and stood once more. He moved too fast for Roxy to catch up to, it was clear once he started away from the table what he was doing. It would be silly to stand up herself and follow after, he was, after all, just being nice. Why ruin it? Roxy instead settled further into her chair, her foot giving a light wiggle as it dangled over herself. She tried to act like she had something better to do than watch him, though with her phone in her pocket and the fact her coffee was dangerously bitter, well, she didn’t have that many options.Instead she sat there with the ‘patiently waiting’ look upon her ravishing visage. She offered a smile and a nod as he sat the sugar and creamer on the table.“Such the gentleman,” She commented lightly, even as her delicate digits snatched up a packet of sugar and gave it a light flick. Her head tilted the right as he began with his own reasons for being her. A curious look drew out over her beautiful visage as he went on, it was short and sweet and left a lot out. Despite her own rather coy and limited response, Roxy felt an undeniable curiosity.“Sounds like you have a demanding lifestyle, Mister C.J.” Roxy commented as she tore the packet open and sprinkled a few into her cup. A creamer was also popped open and its contents dribbled in before she slowly stirred them all up with a swizzle stick. “What kind of positive changes are you looking to make? Obvious cutting back on the caffeine isn’t one of them…”Roxy finished stirring and brought the tip of the stick to her plush lips. It was a subconscious move, taking the tip into her mouth idly as those dark eyes lingered intently upon the tall, handsome man on the other side of the table. It took a few minutes but Roxy felt she was slowly settling back into the game, growing more comfortable with each passing moment. Chuckling at Roxy's comment C.J. took his cup of coffee and raised it to Roxy "Cheers to the coffee bean, Many a long night was made a little more tolerable because of it." Laughing a bit he continued,"I say a little more tolerable because the engineers I worked with could build a computer, but they couldn't brew a decent cup of coffee to save their lives. I think what they brewed up could be called "sludge" and that was a compliment. Now the mechanics in the shop, I think they brewed it bad on purpose so it could double as motor oil." shaking his head, C.J caught the look on Roxy's face as he embellished his story enough to make it entertaining. Chuckling again, he She'd also asked him what sort of positive changes he'd take back with him, and that made him start to think.Was he imagining things? could he change what he'd need to when he got back? And should he really just move on from L.A. He'd spent enough time thinking about it his first night here, and instead of thinking about where he had been, he instead focused on where he currently was, and who he was with. Roxy was watching him intently waiting for an answer. So with conviction in his voice he spoke from his soul."As I said, I'm hoping that this vacation of mine will allow me time to put what I left behind in perspective, so I can focus on what's most important, going somewhere I've never been so I'm not reliant on the rat race that was L.A. I came here to feel, 'normal' and while my friends and family support me in the fact that I'm way out here, they also think I'm a bit 'out there' for seeking such a dramatically different environment."Reaching for what was left of his coffee, he took another sip and made eye contact with Roxy, proposing a question of his own. "So...Miss Roxy, you've heard the start to my little adventure, you said earlier that 'business' brought you here, what kind of business are you in?" Engineers. Mechanics. He let it out little bit little, though there was no particular confirmation just what the two had to do with him. Judging from his clothing, appearance and general mannerisms Roxy had a good idea though. He was something up there, someone comfortable wearing a suit and getting things done with a phone call and a smile. She knew the type, wealthy businessmen were, oddly enough, a dime a dozen. Exactly what businessman meant no a days though, that was a bit more of a gray area. He could be selling paperclips for all she knew, maybe he worked for a more shady kind of organization that were more apt to slice open throats than offer 401K's. She wouldn't put it past him, even with a handsome face like that, she knew more than her fair share of beautiful monsters in this world. But as he continued, Roxy learned more and decided it wasn't shady underworld business or paperclips that had him all in a bunch. The last part really hit close to home and for a moment that practiced smile and demure look faded.A smile remained, though it was honest and perhaps even a little self-conscious. Roxy was quick to hide it behind her coffee, which was brought to her lips for a prolonged drink, though she only swallowed once. It was long enough for her to get a handle on herself, at least keep up appearances.“There comes a time in a persons life when they have to stop and look at themselves in the mirror. To see what they are and if they can accept it.” Roxy said rather to the point. Her tone denoted that she spoke from experience. Her eyes flickered to her cup briefly, a curious glimmer within before they returned to the handsome stranger at the other side of the table. “I hope you find what you're looking for.”It was her turn now, C.J. Turned it back on her and she honestly had no where to go. He was a really nice guy, so far at least, but one really couldn't tell a person from one five minute talk over coffee. Still, he deserved the truth, no use wasting his time on her when he could do so much better.“I should have told you from the get go. That way you coulda politely drifted off afterwards,” There was that self-deprecating humor again, it was something Roxy was pretty good at. She cleared her throat and leaned up a bit in her chair, as if arching her back and straightening her shoulders made everything more presentable.“I run my own business, I guess you could say. I'm a...Courtesan, as I like to call it. Though you can call be a Paramour or Concubine if that sounds fancier. Or a call girl if you like it plain old 'Murican.” She said the words all too easy. Another sip from her cup was taken before she continued.“The laws here are a little more lax regarding the rules and regulations of the trade. Funny how the Land of the Free is so eaten up with keeping the sex trade down.” She watched him from behind the rim of her glass, to gauge his reaction. If anything, he might blush and look away (which was always funny) or he might get disgusted and storm off, or even interested. At this point, Roxy wasn't sure and the anticipation of his reaction felt like a stone sitting in her stomach. Hearing Roxy's answer didn't shock him as much as she probably thought it would. With her verbal confirmation, something Roxy had said earlier which had seemed odd to say at the time, now made complete sense. “Save your money, you might find something more interesting later…” He liked how she described herself, a 'Courtesan' someone well above the average 'call girl' someone with quite a bit of class, and presence. C.J. thought the self description fit, the way she carried herself, the subtle suggestion and the fact that honestly, Roxy exuded a certain sexuality from every movement she made. She was probably very selective of her clients, and probably made a good amount of money per session that allowed her to remain selective. Understandably she was a little jaded toward Americans, her comments made it pretty clear without saying much that she'd left the states because of her occupation.So, how was he going to respond? He could feel the air between them get a little tense after a disclosure of such weight he could feel the silence was becoming uncomfortable. It was really up to him as to what happened next, and it would mean a bit of a revelation of his own. With a genuine smile on his face, C.J. put down his coffee and looked Roxy in the eyes."I have no problems with the oldest profession in the world. I'd be a hypocrite if I said otherwise. My own little bit of 'truth' here is that I come from a very rich family. That being the case, my parents made sure that I was never 'given' anything. If I wanted it I had to earn it so I had a paper route, from the day I was 12 to the day I graduated High school. My family is pretty well known back home, and a lot was expected of me in certain circles, not my parents mind you, but the kids I grew up with. I was expected to be 'one of the boys' and for all the charisma I was supposed to have with girls I made up most of it. When I was in High school I was deathly afraid of girls. I'm pretty sure my dad thought I was a man-whore because I'd have a different girlfriend every week. But the real reason why was because I was so scared to do anything beyond kissing and some heavy petting.So, I'm 18, I'm wet behind the ears heading out to MIT and I approach my father's executive assistant in confidence to see if he knows of anyone who can help a boy out. So he sent me to a beautiful courtesan such as yourself. She was an 'older woman' who was really only 28 and to this day I get a smile on my face when I think back on meeting her. Felicia took me into her bed and taught me how to be a man in the bedroom, She also taught me how to respect a woman. She was the first woman I ever had sex with, and beyond a very select few people on this little blue and green glob called earth, you are one of the few who knows the truth about my charismatic youth. That instead of a big swinging teenage dick, I was deathly afraid of girls. So, I have a lot of respect for courtesan's such as yourself. And, if I may, to quote an old cranky comedian named George Carlin, he once said,"Selling is legal, Fucking is legal, why isn't selling fucking legal?" "His truth laid out, C.J. finished the rest of his coffee and spied over at Roxy's cup."Now I know you said I couldn't buy the first one, but would you care for a refill?" His reaction to the revelation she was in fact as call girl was to smile. Not just any smile, but from what Roxy could tell an honest to goodness smile. There wasn't anything lecherous about it or fake, that in itself was enough to throw Roxy off her carefully crafted guard. He was either the most honest man she had met in a long time or a very, very good liar. Roxy still didn't put it past him that he was some kind of undercover agent, though perhaps he was too handsome for that, after all they didn't live in a James Bond movie.With that smile on his lips he met her eyes and began a tale of his own. Where Roxy was vague, C.J. Filled in details that Roxy would have never thought to ask. Despite coming from money he was a self-made man, one that had to work for what he wanted. That was good and bad in itself, it meant he was dedicated to seeing things through, but it also meant he was no doubt married to the job. She didn't see a ring on his finger nor a pale circle that would indicate he was simply pocketing it for a night out on the town.But he took it a step further, the story continued and took a far more twisting path than she expected. The honest reaction to his words lingered on Roxy's face as it unfolded, a raise of her brows at his frank admittance of it all, followed by an knowing smile that hinted at a connection to it all. He was incredibly smart, he had to be if he went to MIT, just another feather in the cap of an already impressive life. Roxy couldn't help wonder just what he was trying to escape from out here. He wasn't just here to clear his mind Roxy gauged. So far from what she could tell it just didn't fit the mold, it was just the literal tip of the iceberg.“So,” Roxy interjected as he finished his story. She had all but finished her own cup of coffee, which dangled in her delicate grasp now and then if only from habit.“You were just like the rest of us at that age. Inexperienced, awkward and terrified of a world you thought you knew everything about.” Roxy couldn't help the little huff of laughter that came from her throat. No one was perfect, no one was as smooth as charismatic as they wanted to be. It was more common to be awkward and shy than outgoing, if anything his admittance only made him more human, complete with all the flaws that humanity offered.“I'm sure you made up for it in your later years,” She was quick to retort. It was added at the last second, as if it were more of any afterthought. She met his gaze briefly and held it, an undefinable glimmer within those chocolate depths before she broke it off and glanced at her cup. Those proud shoulders rolled lightly as she gave the thought of another cup a thought. Her lips curled into a pursing muse before she gave another shrug and nodded.“Anymore caffeine and I will be up all night, among other things.” She wrinkled her nose impishly, leaving her lack of words to imply what she meant further. “But you can reach into those deep pockets for a bottle of water.” Digging into his jacket pocket he scrunched up his face and replied,"Well my pockets are not as deep as some might think, but between some change and pocket lint I think I've got enough money to cover a bottle of water."With a mischievous look and a wink, C.J stood up and walked over to the cold drink fridge next to the front counter. He pulled open the door, which at first he thought was a sliding door, that swung open instead. He grabbed two large bottles of cold water, and let the door close behind him hearing that familiar rubber 'smack' that acknowledge the door was closed without looking. Walking to the front counter he placed both bottles down and instead of trying to speak to the girl behind the register in English, he tried his best Russian. They were close enough in Slavic languages that he thought this time she might actually understand him.As luck would have it in his favor, the girl behind the counter did understand, and replied in kind. He smiled, paid for the bottles and walked back to Roxy setting one of them down in front of her.As he turned the cap on his bottle of water, hearing the familiar crack and snap of the safety ring pulling free he turned his attention back to Roxy and her comments she'd made before he got up. He'd opened the door to her comments, and had been more honest with her than he'd been with anyone in quite some time. He'd told her the truth, why stop now?"Honestly when I got to MIT I didn't care about anything but proving myself. My reputation from school didn't follow me, but a whole other host of issues did. I'd never be taken seriously being a rich kid, everyone would think that the Dean gave me a free ride. Little did they know. But at that point I didn't care about anything but making my own reputation, and being damn good at what I was there for."Taking a drink, he formulated his thoughts and continued, "You, more than most probably know exactly what I mean when I say that a person's reputation can be harm or a blessing, and I had to play for both. I had the rep of being a rich kid, and an upstart. But things changed when I got into the racing business. When that took off that's when the reality stars and L.A. got talons in me. I'll admit, I've been with more than five women, but sometimes the media and the press make things out to be far more than things really are. I can't remember who said it, but I remember once hearing a line that has stuck with me since I was a kid.""Half of what the media tells you is a lie, and half of that is the truth."Smiling, C.J. took another drink of water. He'd finish his train of thought, but Roxy's comments had made him curious to ask a question of his own. "So, you can understand that letting people think I have one persona can be beneficial, it keeps the sharks at a distance, and entertains the public. But, it can also put those you care about at a greater distance too, unless they know you. Which brings me to a question of my own. So..Miss Roxy, now that you know I've got money, does it change our conversation?" Roxy leaned back in her chair as CJ stood up and strode back towards the register. She didn’t watch him as he procured the bottles and paid for them, missing out on his use of the Russian language. She used the moment to draw into herself and let the words of their conversation sink in a bit more. It wasn’t anything too deep after all, though at this point it was more than just a casual conversation about the weather or sports teams. She snapped back to reality once he returned to his seat, she took the offered bottle with that ravishing smile as thanks. She mimicked his movements, twisting the top till the satisfying crackle indicated the seal was broken. The tip of the bottle was brought to her lips for a light sip before she set it back down and promptly forgot about it. Her eyes were upon CJ as he started in once more, picking back on the conversation from where they had left off. Her head tilted to the left as she listened, absorbing it all with that curious look upon her pretty face.“I’d say more like ninety nine percent of what they tell us is a lie. Or at least fluff to distract from the important events. Who needs to know about the wars going on when we they are announcing the new American Idol?” Roxy scrunched up her nose and made a disgusted face, if only briefly. If she was any further from that entire scene she would be on a camel in a desert, though for all it was worth it was hard to really feel separated from anything this day and age. But that was another thought for another time, Roxy had more than her fair share to keep her currently occupied. CJ was all smiles, handsome, confident and sure, and perhaps more than a little eager to share his past with a beautiful stranger. Perhaps Roxy was just too jaded to feel that comfortable around someone she had just met, but she had no desire to let out more information than she already had. Instead she would flash that pretty smile, bat her dark lashes and divert any questions directed in that fashion. Yet it seemed that CJ had something else in mind, he brought up the fact of people more or less wearing masks, portraying something they really weren’t to the public eye. It was all too funny; a silent giggle caused her shoulders to shake for just a second before she offered a gentle shake of her head, dark violet bangs tickling at her cheek.“Give yourself a drinking problem and you could be Tony Stark,” Roxy said with no shortage of mirth in her tone. She offered another shake of her head before she turned her attention back to her water bottle, though she only moved it lightly on the table to jostle the contents.“But to answer your question; it doesn’t change one thing, Mr. CJ. You caught me off the clock, so to speak. So in all honesty, I couldn’t care less if you had two wooden nickels to rub together, though I appreciate the water.” Roxy said matter-of-factly, the smile still resting perfectly on her lips. Her tone was somewhat neutral, though the mirth from her dorky statement earlier still hung in the air about her. CJ couldn't help but smile at Roxy's comparison of him to the comic character Tony Stark. He chuckled and said "Oh you forgot about the hot assistant who looks like Gwyneth Paltrow, you for got about the Suit. and the heaping loads of cash that he's got. But thanks for the subtle compliment, at least I think that's what it might have been.." Smiling he took a drink of water and moved on their conversation..."Everyone is entitled to off time, it's what separates the job from the person. It's nice to know I can keep your company for a short bit, well, with the prospect of buying you a drink. Non-alcoholic still counts in our case I think."She was guarded, she'd probably made a profession out of keeping her personal life secret, hell Roxy may not even be her real name. But he'd let that fly. All of us have our own secrets and reasons for not talking about our own past. So instead of trying to pry personal information out of Roxy he focused more on asking about places of interest in the city. Quiet restaurants, historical buildings, any local attractions that he might be able to take in while he's here for the next month.The conversation went on for a while, CJ lost track of time between their conversation and the subtle jabs she'd poke at him were keeping with a light mood, which was probably for the best on a first meeting with a complete stranger. She was well more than a pretty face, and he could see that she was very good at what she did. Everything from the quirky smile, to the pout of her lips were practiced, he'd be interested to see what she looked like when she wasn't being professional, or if she was having an orgasm and wasn't on the clock.Pulling his phone out, he stared at the time and realized it was getting on into the late evening. He had no idea what time it really was back in the states, but admittedly looking at the time now the jetlag and time difference had suddenly caught up to him.Yawning, he decided that he'd have to finally give in and call it a night. "Well, considering the hour, I think it's time to call it a night. I do appreciate your company this evening. My offer still stands, If you were heading home you are welcome to share a taxi with me. I can have the driver drop me off first, then take you where ever you'd like to go." The conversation drifted towards a causal avenue, which was fine with Roxy. She listened intently as always, spoke when needed to and always played it a little coy, though with that knowing smile it was blatantly obvious it was all an act. She had more to say on the topic at hand, or at least she released the information more readily. The city itself was ancient by American terms, so there were a great many things that could catch a person's interest. The architecture of many of the old buildings could keep someone busy for weeks alone. There were a great deal of nice little places that Roxy had found during her time here, decent restaurants with a comfortable atmosphere up to the snooty, high priced kinds. She gave her opinion on them all, causal and unabashed on everything from their prices to the quality of food and even the attitude of the waitstaff. She gave the general discussion of theaters and art exhibits, things more suiting to the high life CJ was accustomed to. She had been to them all, one the arm of one rich man or another. She even teasingly offered to draw him a map from memory of one particular theater, one famous for hosting classic operas and symphonies. Despite her general aloof and playful nature, there seemed to be a hint of ennui in her voice when she spoke of it all, almost as if she were regurgitating it from a textbook.How the time had flown, Roxy was as surprised as CJ when he whipped out his phone and saw the time. Roxy was more of a night owl regardless, so there was little hint of the sheer exhaustion that CJ was no doubt feeling. She could see it tugging at the corners of his mouth and in his eyes, he'd be the walking dead soon enough. Roxy pulled out her own phone if only to confirm the time, to which she gave a slight nod. CJ went on once more with the pleasantries, Roxy flashed a ravishing smile and gave a demure tilt of her head to the left before she spoke.“The pleasure was all mine, CJ. I'm sure-” Roxy cut herself off as her phone went clattering to the floor from her grasp. The sweet look faded quickly with a twitch of her brow, a slight look of annoyance before she gave a huff and scooted towards the edge of her seat.“Fumble fingers. One reason why I would never make it as a saxophone player.” Roxy spouted off as she bent at the waist and retrieved her phone, giving a more that splendid view of her cleavage as she did. With a quick flourish she rose from her seat, phone in hand as she stood in all her glory at five foot six (mostly thanks to her boots). She lifted her hands and gave her fingers a wiggle, one by one in an exaggerated fashion.“Stubby fingers.” She said in a blatantly sarcastic tone. Her fingers were far from stubby, slender and long, tipped with elegantly manicured black nails. Despite herself she listened intently to CJ's offer. At first thought she had easily dismissed it, though as he offered once more she couldn't help but give it definite thought. She tilted her head once more to the side, a contemplative look crossing over her features. She pursed her lips, gave him a once over look before giving a shrug of her proud shoulders.“How can I say no to a ride after you filled me up with coffee? I suppose if you were a serial killer you would have come up with a less extravagant back story. But it's cold out there. So I'm willing to take the chance.” She said with that same attitude as before, though she wore a more genuine smile as she said it. Her phone was tucked back into the pocket of her tiny jacket before she stepped closer and held out her hand expectantly. Any gentleman worth his salt wouldn't leave a lady hanging without a proper escort. CJ smiled genuinely and took Roxy's hand in his, phone placed quickly in one pocket, his half finished bottle of water in another, he chuckled lightly and said “No serial killer here, I think I'd have to think of a couple one liners and I'm too tired for that.” He would have made a reference to an old Tarantino movie, but thought better of it. If the opportunity ever came up again if he met Roxy here or somewhere else, he'd probably use it, but it just didn't seem appropriate during a first time encounter.Guiding Roxy by the hand, he lead her to the entrance of the cafe. As they reached the front doors, CJ held one of the front doors open for Roxy as she passed by him, he caught a scent of her, along with admiring her outfit one last time. He honestly couldn't help but admire how she simply exuded sex appeal, Once again CJ remembered his manners and tried to make sure his eyes didn't wonder too long, she was used to it surely, but that didn't mean she had to deal with it while she was off the clock. So, despite his semi wondering eyes they exited the Cafe CJ still holding her hand. He hoped on a cold evening such as this they'd be lucky enough to spot a taxi before the goose bumps started coming out on Roxy.As luck would have it, within a few minutes he was able to hail a taxi, or at least he thought the driver stopped for him, Maybe it was Roxy and those boots, but either way, when the taxi stopped he held the door for her releasing her hand then followed her in and closed the door to the taxi behind them.CJ pulled his phone from his pocket, checked the address for his villa and gave the address to the driver, in English. Thankfully the driver understood him with no problem, nodded in agreement and started to drive to CJ's villa. As they kept each other company, CJ for once was really at a loss for what to say next, he almost felt like he was back in grade school, sneaking peaks at the cheerleaders during practice, well, no cheerleader ever dressed like Roxy did, that's for sure. And that's when a thought occurred to him, would he try to see her again? Would she see him socially even if he knew what she did for a living? Or should he offer to employ her? The idea of having sex with her did stimulate his cock, thinking about taking her thong off and exploring what treasure she was beneath that skirt of hers.If he made a pass at her would it seem as if he was appealing ot her profession? Would she brush him off and feel insulted? Hell he'd spent the better part of 4 hours talking with her and he still felt like he barely knew her. Which was understandable considering that her personal life was so well guarded. So, instead of fantasizing about what could be or might be, he appreciated her company and thanked her again for sharing a taxi ride with him,All too soon the driver arrived at his villa, looking out the window of the taxi he could see the porch light on that he'd left when he headed out for the evening. Checking the time on his phone he set it down on the seat next to him as he reached in to his front jeans pocket for a few bills to give the driver, and then turned finally to Roxy. It was time to part company, would he see her again? He'd hope so, or maybe she would avoid the spots she'd recommended him. If he noticed her in public and saw her with another man he'd respect her situation and stay away, it would be unprofessional and rude if he was spending time with her and a former date came over to talk with her. So, he decided if fate meant for their paths to cross again it would happen, and it would work to their advantage.With a genuine smile he took Roxy's hand in his own brought it to his lips and kissed the top of her hand softly. “Thank you for keeping me company this evening, and for your advice on how beautiful this country is.”He had an urge to lean forward and kiss her, but the thought was fleeting and while it might be reciprocated, he thought better of it. Considering her profession she probably frowns on such intimacy, but that was a question better left unasked, and unanswered.So, with a smile, and a second kiss to Roxy's hand he released it from his and turned to the door, pulled the latch and opened it, stepping out into the cold morning air. CJ stepped over to the front passenger side window as the driver rolled it down. He handed three large bills over to the driver and instructed him to take the kind lady to where ever she needs to go. The driver, noticing the size of the bills went wide eyed for a moment, equated his own tip and figured that where ever in the city this young lady needed to go, he'd take her. And with that CJ looked back at Roxy said “Good night.” and stepped away as the taxi pulled away from the curb, taking Roxy to her final destination.CJ stood and watched the taxi head off down the road a good 100 meters before turning and opening the gate to his Villa, he walked to the front door used his key entered and locked it behind him. With a sigh, the night, jet lag and lack of sleep was catching up to him So with a stagger he walked the distance to the staircase, pulled off his pea coat and hung it on the large knob of the banister. Stumbling upstairs he could hear in his head sleep quickly calling his name, and within a few short minutes of stripping down to his boxers leaving his clothes in a heap at the foot of his bed he climbed in, and was fast asleep within minutes. Against her better judgment she followed after CJ into the dark and cold night. It felt like the temperature had dropped a few degrees, much to Roxy's dismay. Thankfully they managed to hail a taxi quickly enough. It was hard to tell if it was CJ's attempt or Roxy standing there in her high heeled boots and tight skirt, at a moment like this she wasn't above flaunting it to get a taxi to stop. She didn't have to try to hard tonight, between the two they snagged one and soon after were comfortable in the back seat. Roxy swept her hands over her skirt to keep it in place as she ducked and slid into place. Her long legs swept over one another and crossed perfectly, one hand settled in her lap while the other brushed through her violet bangs, pushing them aside and tucking a few longer locks behind her ear.The backseat was warm and didn't stink, always a good thing. Her hands came to rest upon her knees as they started down the dark road, occasionally being jostled by a pothole or bump. Roxy was content to look out the window, catching glimpses of people passing or lights in the distance. It wasn't all that interesting, but for the moment she really didn't have anything to say. The confines of the taxi were intimate, at least in their proximity of one another. Of course being close to people was never an issue, at least when she was 'on the clock'. At the moment it felt entirely different, he wasn't a client eagerly awaiting his happy ending with Roxy in his lap. Though she could imagine the dumb grin on CJ's face if he saw her in such an intimate pose, yet when she thought of it, it didn't seem so dumb, more like a little kid unwrapping an unexpected Christmas gift. Yeah, somehow she ended up a Christmas gift in her own mind, that in itself caused a little snort to flare her nostrils.The ride came to a quick end, much to Roxy's surprise. Not that she really knew what she was expecting, but as she glanced in his direction and out the window to his villa. Well, that just stank of money, not in a ostentatious sense of course, but it did lead more credence to his story. Roxy was distracted with the sight, she didn't even notice CJ was taking her hand until she felt his grip upon her and his lips touched her knuckle. She flinched, as if drawn from a deep thought. The look on her face was priceless, if only for a brief moment before that professional smile drifted out over her lips. She offered a gentle nod of her head in recognition, her voice even and velvety smooth:“No need to thank me. We're all on this karma train together, just payin' it forward.” That was it. That was all she could think of, she just flashed her smile again as he offered another gentlemanly kiss and took his leave. Thankfully the confines of the cab were dark and it would be hard to see the flush on her cheeks. The cab was moving once again, back on the road and heading in the general direction of home. Roxy settled back into her seat with a sigh, pinching at the bridge of her nose as she tilted her head forward and just savored the quiet dark of the evening. She didn't realize she zoned out until the cab came to a sudden stop in front of her building. The driver gave her a smile and watched her exit, adjusting the rear-view mirror to get an exceptionally good view of her rear as she ducked out the opposite door. He already had his fair and tip so Roxy said her thanks and turned to close the door. It was in that brief instant she turned that something caught her gaze, a reflection of light on the surface of glass, or in this case, a cellphone. At first Roxy thought it was hers, but as she leaned back in and snatched up the flat rectangular object it became obvious it wasn't. The phone felt large and ungainly in her grasp, the make one she had never used before. It took her mind just a moment to reconcile to whom the cellphone belonged to. The driver peered at Roxy curiously as she piled herself back into the cab and held up the cell phone.“You remember where you dropped the guy off? Big American man, yes? You go back there, now. Cell phone. American man's cell phone.” Roxy said in a broken fashion, trying to use words the man would recognize. He knew enough English to get the hint, offered a nod and smile of acknowledgment before taking off hastily. Roxy could only think of the tip he would make tonight after this. It hadn't even been a second thought for her, jumping back into the cab to deliver the cell phone. She'd be lost without her own, she easily imagined what it would be like losing it in a foreign country. CJ had been a nice guy, if not a little honest and charming, he didn't deserve to be screwed out of his phone because of a case of jetlag and a pretty face. Even as the street lights flashed about the speeding cab Roxy let her fingers glide over the surface, bringing the phone to life. She proceeded to go through his contacts, if only idly noting the names and contact info she saw. A few women, lots of professional sounding names and companies, but nothing that stood out. Instead of wasting her time further she went back and brought up his call list, went to the last numbers contacted and started going through them. One of them had to be his villa, or so Roxy hoped even as they took a turn down the familiar street leading to the impressive building. She held the phone to her ear and listened to the ring tone, over and over with seemingly no end.The cab pulled up to the front gate once more and came to a rolling stop. Roxy glanced up and without another thought shoved open the door, swung her long toned legs out and pushed herself up.“Wait,” She called out to the driver, still clutching the phone to her ear as she strode confidently towards the gate. It wasn't locked, so she swung it open and proceeded to follow the path to the front door. It was late, but it hadn't been too long since they last departed. Hopefully this hadn't been a complete waste of time and money, after all the cabbie was going to want another few bills after this. Roxy rapped her knuckles sharply upon the door and searched for a doorbell, which she pressed repeatedly once her fingertip brushed over it. The phone still rang and the creeping cold was riding slowly up her legs and underneath her too short skirt.“Fuck...C'mon, man. Answer the damn phone.” Roxy muttered under her breath as she knocked against the door with a clenched fist.“Oi! Hello? Anyone there?” She called out to nothing in particular, half wondering if her voice would even carry through the well-crafted door. CJ was dreaming, something about a scent he had in his head had drawn his thoughts to something rather erotic.* He was in bed asleep and had heard a rustling downstairs. weird, he was the only person in the house,* but the bed he woke up in wasn’t the one he went to bed in, it was his home back in L.A.* Pulling the covers off and throwing on a shirt, he walked calmly to the entrance of his bedroom,* he normally closed it, but the door was ajar, as if someone had come in and hadn’t wanted to wake him. He took the ten steps to the top of the stair case, looking down he could see a faint light coming from under the door to the kitchen, which was off to the left, It was odd, he couldn’t remember if he’d turned that light off or not.Taking the stairs down to the main floor, the right side wall was floor to ceiling windows and as he looked out the windows at the L.A. skyline, he used to be in awe of it, now all he saw was smog, and plastic so he turned away turning his attention back to the light coming from under the door leading to the kitchen *and was a bit mystified by it. For some reason both the hair on the back of his neck began to stand up and his cock began to stir.CJ could hear his heart beat and his breathing quicken as he slowly padded toward the swinging door to the kitchen and pushed it open. What he saw shouldn't have been there. The refrigerator door was wide open, the light he'd seen was coming from it as he looked on. He could see Roxy's boots, well that was the first thing he saw, as his eyes drew up he noticed her ultra short skirt, with the waistband of her thong peeking out. She was bent at the waist, looking into the fridge trying to find something. Slowly, seductively she stood up. With a glass of water in hand, she tipped her head back and took a drink of it. Small dribbles of water trailed down her chin, along her neck and to her bare chest.. Her leather bodice was missing, and the light from the open refrigerator was shinning upon her skin. Roxy finished her glass of water, and looked over at CJ, hiding her breasts with her left arm, she smiled and simply said “I needed a drink.. I hope you don't mind..”CJ wanted to say something.. he was going to say it was ok.. but no words were formulating, only white noise was coming out of his mouth, Roxy simply smiled at him, until he realized the white noise wasn't that.. it was ringing.. Which brought him back to the present.Shaking his head from his dream and the warmth of his bed, he heard a light banging coming from somewhere, along with an old dull “beep beep beep” coming from outside of his bedroom. It wasn't a sound or an alarm his phone normally made, so CJ knew it wasn't his phone. He didn't see it near by, but he figured he'd left it in his jacket.. No modern alarm was in the room and no telephone was sitting on the dresser either. so he it wasn't coming from up here it must be from downstairs. Getting up he heard the pounding become more urgent as the steady beep continued. So, he threw on his undershirt, and walked to one of the windows of the bedroom.No luck, it didn't face the street, but he did see beams of light reflecting down the street that he could see. “What the fuck..who knows I'm here?? Could it be Roxy?” Stumbling out of his bedroom he made it down the stairs and flipped on the hall light on his way to the front door. Hesitating for half a second before he answered the door in his boxers and undershirt he almost walked back upstairs and grabbed his jeans but thought fuck it.. who ever it is will deal with his appearance at this ungodly hour. Getting closer he recognized a voice coming from outside Roxy??Quickly CJ reached the front door and threw the locks on it pulling the heavy oak door wide open..“Roxy?? I thought you were headed home? What.... what's going on? Is something wrong?”

A simple meeting over coffee. (closed)

Instinct (Caehlim and BlackSwan317)

Donna moved silently down the darkened city streets, her gaze flickering to the shattered windows that lined the road. Abandoned buildings made a perfect ambush position and she had discovered lots of creatures that would leap out if you got too close to the wrong building. So despite its lack of cover, she kept to the center of the street, staying far away from the sidewalks on either side.It was slow going, moving with such complete caution, but this was the first time in a week she had been out on her own without anyone watching her back. She wove inbetween the parked, abandoned or crashed vehicles that were dotted along the road, trying to keep a little distance to those as well, but also glancing into the vehicle.A slow drizzle seemed to wash colour out of the world, leaving everything in the industrial district either a monochrome shade or bright patches of rust. At least Donna hoped the patches of red discolouration were rust, but bloodstains were more and more common now. The rain, though drenching and offering a slight chill to the air, was something of a relief. There had been few opportunities to wash clothes, have a shower or even find anything new to wear. The rain coarsing down onto her was at least washing the weakest outer layers of grime and sweat from her body and clothes.A sound from behind her startled her and she brought her shotgun up, braced against one shoulder. She stopped in place and slowly scanned the road in front of and behind her. The growls and sniffing sounds were probably werewolves, but they wouldn't be as close as they sounded. She reminded herself that they were a lot louder than you expected and the sound travelled in strange ways through the echoing streets. Still, she had no desire to tangle with werewolves, so she sped up as she made her way in the opposite direction.A few streets down she was nearing the rendezvous site. Her group had agreed that if they had become seperated that they would meet back at the hospital. After the sudden attack from the bug-swarm had split up their group when they were searching the supermarket she had been on her own for over half a day. She was keen to reach the hospital and just prayed that some of the other survivors in the group were still alive and had made it there.She heard a slight yipping growling noise from the ground near her, just underneath a car. With an almost instant reaction she swung the shotgun to point at the source of the noise. She gave herself a disgusted sigh when she realized that she was aiming at a puppy cowering behind the car wheel. It was a tiny little creature, its fur a deep black and still with the fluffiness of a very young dog. She lowered the gun and reached down to pick up the dog.Although the puppy seemed nervous and cautious of her, after a sniff of her hand it relaxed and allowed her to lift it up to her shoulder with her left hand. Naturally it was at that moment, the worst possible instant that the fully grown Mantis-creature leaped out of one of the building windows she had been avoiding. The ten foot tall, iridiscent insect leaped straight towards her. Wings that would never allow the creature to fly, still helped it steer a gargantuan leap directly through the air towards her.Donna ran. Not trying to retreat, she knew there was no way that she could outrun a mantis-creature. Instead she just tried to get out from beneath it's trajectory and behind the cover of a utility vehicle's back tray. With one hand occupied holding the puppy, she used the side of the vehicle's tray to brace her shotgun and aimed at the creature's wing. Buckshot ripped through the thin wing-material and sent sprays of blue-green blood across the road. It distracted the creature long enough for her to get a neater shot lined up on its relatively tiny head.With a cry of victory she fired, the shot blasting through the mantis-creature's head. Her victory yell died in her throat though when she heard the shuffling of another creature's wings. This one was much more cautious as it crawled its way out of the same window, it's massive insectoid eyes tilting to examine her as it moved closer on its six spindly legs.Both barrells of her shotgun had been fired now, and even if she'd had time to reload, she was out of ammunition. Donna started backing away still gripping the empty shotgun in her right hand. If nothing else it would make an improvised club. She held the puppy close to her chest, leaning away to protectively shield it with her body and held the shotgun ready to smash the mantis' exoskeleton if it got close enough to give her the opportunity. Quite suddenly, the little dog in her arms let out a surprisingly loud bark. The bark turned to a snarl, then a series of warning barks and growls. The bug, of course, seemed not to notice, at least, not until the pups call was answered in form of a deafeningly loud, much deeper snarled grown, from directly behind Donna.Another growl emerged from between two cars to her left, in form of a massive black lycanthrope, with silver tinged into it's fur. Immediately, the mantis creatures attention turned to the werewolf, slashing one of it's spindly arms out at it. The wolf of course dodged out of the way, and too the moment to move in and take a bite from the creatures torso before backing away again. The mantis shrieked, and advanced again, only to be tackled by yet another wolf, this one far more bipedal in stance, and far less wolflike, but still very much of the same pack none the less.Two more joined the fight before finally the creature was felled. One was little more than a regular wolf, but slightly larger, the other seemed as though it could stand upright if it wanted to, but would have still preferred to run on all fours. The most sapien of them all, the first one to attack, with the silver to it's fur, almost looked as though it's front paws had opposable thumbs, and were nearly more hands than paws at all, but he was the only one, at least, until the one that was still standing behind her caught Donna's attention.A good foot taller than any of the others would be on their hind feet, this was clearly the alpha of the group. His entire body was more silver than black, and scattered with patches of hair where numerous battle scars could be seen beneath. He seemed nearly human in his build, despite his mass, but his build was the only way. His long snout was still curled into a savage snarl as he stared down at her, and though his front paws were most certainly shaped like human hands, they sported long nails at the end of each finger.Through his growls, it almost sounded as though he were using one human word, one single human word. For a moment, it almost sounded as though he were growling the word "child" over and over. And just like that, the resemblance between the pup in her arms, and the towering god of a wolf in front of her, was made abundantly clear. The little fluffball, began yapping back in defiance at the alpha male before him.A chorus of yowls and yips and barks and growls came up from around her as the five wolves of the pack began circling Donna, sniffing at her, growling at her and one another. One, the most doglike of them, lunged at her and grabbed her by the leg, but he did not break skin, simply pulled her to the ground. Another clutched her shotgun as she fell to pull it away from her.Finally, after an agonizingly long time spend trapped within the circle of these beasts, the alpha of the group bent down, and scooped up the pup, literally prying it from her arms. He growled a command to the one with the silver in his fir, and then sprang off into the night. The one to whom he spoke, wrapped his hand like paws around her shoulders, and drug her to her feet gruffly before giving her a shove forward, in the same direction which the alpha had disappeared. A warning grown came up from two of the more wolflike ones as they came to walk one on either side of her. Donna doubted she could take the mantis on her own with nothing more than her improvised club, but with no other options at hand it was worth a try. She tried to still her breath and relax enough to swing freely when the mantis closed in. If she could strike at its head or the delicate membrane of its wings, she might scare it enough to force it away.Her fragile hope shattered though when she heard the growls nearby and recognized the sound of werewolves. Without a gun she had little chance of defeating even a single monster and from the sounds it was a whole pack that was gathering around her.As the silver and black beast charged the mantis she spun on the spot and ran. With the monsters distracting each other, she might have a chance to get away. It wasn't a good chance, werewolves were exceptional trackers and with the least interest could follow her scent and easily chase her down. Under the circumstances though, staying in place would be suicide.Donna made it a few steps and almost ran into the largest of the beasts. Despite its size it had silently moved behind her while she'd prepared to fight the mantis. She skidded to a halt and tried to reverse direction, but saw the others already circling around her. The mantis was nothing more than a mess sprawled across the street and splattering the fur of some of the werewolf pack.She let out a single sharp cry of fear and frustration as she realized there was no way out from the encircling pack. She clenched the fist of her free arm around the improvised club of a shotgun, it would be useless but when they attacked she'd go down fighting. When it came though, the attack caught her by surprise. A particularly lupine creature sprang forwards out of the pack and brought her to the ground. The impact rattled her, but there was surprisingly little pain. Its jaws hadn't hamstrung her, as she'd feared, but only gripped hard enough to catch her tight jeans and drag her off balance.The next attack only disarmed her and aside from bouncing her arm against the asphalt beneath her caused no harm either. She didn't understand why she hadn't been ripped to pieces as she lay on the ground with the breath knocked from her lungs. Then the largest, probably the pack alpha, reached down with almost human hands and ripped the pup out of her arms.No she realized, took his child back from her. It was obvious as she saw the two of them together and realized what the guttural chant had meant. That was why they hadn't attacked as ferociously as she'd expected, out of fear of harming their own child. She closed her eyes briefly, now that they had their child back there'd be nothing to stop them from killing her.But despite her attempt to accept it, the killing blow never fell. Instead she was forced to her feet and shoved forwards. She took a staggering step forwards and three of the pack kept pace with her. The large warrior who had taken down the mantis stood behind her, driving her forwards, while the two lupines kept guard upon either flank.They had spared her, something she had never thought would happen. If they had simply planned to kill her out of hunger or territorial instinct, they would have ripped her apart on the spot. Instead they were dragging her down the street. Werewolves were known to be primal creatures, and she hadn't expected any intelligence from them and definitely not mercy.She considered breaking free from their ranks and running away, but a single glance at the massive growling creature beside her convinced her that she would never make it. Wary and confused she walked in the direction they drove her, unsure what to expect. The hike went on for a while, though it was obvious by the anxious pacing of the wolves that they would have liked to have been travelling much faster. When at last they came to a stop, the sky was all but dark, but the path they'd followed had lead them into a small patch of a woods in the cities park some ten minutes before, and from here, within the dark bows of the trees, it was pitch black.The pack had no trouble continuing to guide her though, snarling any time she slowed, until at last their path let out into a large, open clearing. The alpha from before sat in the center, his pup beside him, gnawing on what appeared to be the carcass of a deer. A few other wolves were scattered about, including two other pups, slightly larger than the one she'd rescued.And... oddly enough, one other human female.The alpha stood when they entered, and approached them. He gave a growled command, and his own pup, as well as the other two, ran to hide behind the young woman, who looked Donna over sympathetically before scooping up the youngest pup and leading the other two into the treeline. As the massive creature approached, he lowered his head to look her in the eye, scenting the air around her lightly, watching to see if she would back down. Donna had expected to die back on the street, and although she thought of herself as a fighter, in the moments where she stood surrounded by the werewolves she had accepted it. Running through the city into the overgrown ruins of a park, her thoughts had kept circling back to the fact that she was still alive. She hadn't understood it and had been too confused to interpret what was going on. That changed though when she saw the other woman.Seeing another human had surprised her for a moment, but realization dawned almost instantly. The expressions and body language of the werewolves was more animalistic than human and she could understand little of it. Yet she could read the expression on the other woman's face and could interpret the exact meaning of her sad smile. A shudder went through her body as she realized what was in store for her at the hands or claws of her captors.Donna had not contemplated sex for some time. Since the event had brought the end of human society, her time and effort had been focused upon survival. There had been other men within her group, but although some of the survivors had paired up, she had never found the time to spare for such things. Even before the world had gone to hell, she hadn't been with a man since her marriage ended and her ex-husband moved halfway across the country.After years of effort to fit in, she had been one of the boys amongst the other police officers and within the group of survivors she had found herself fitting into the same pattern. She had been respected for her fighting and survival skills, but the men had kept their distance from her. For the first time in a long while, she felt herself conscious of her own body and gender. She was acutely aware that she was surrounded by a pack of very distinctly male werewolves.She had also chosen a long time ago, that her career was more important than having children. That decision had eventually ended her marriage but she had stuck with it. After her career ended in the ashes of the old world, she had found a new calling and children had seemed as impossible as ever. Now it seemed the pack had selected her as a mate and regardless of her wishes would make her into their breeding stock. She had seen the other woman leading the pups of the tribe and only one conclusion made any sense.Many times she had faced death and that fear was a familiar burden, something she had grown almost comfortable with over exposure. Now a new fear struck her as she realized death was not the fate that she would face. This new fear struck her deeper to the core than she had expected and she found her legs and hands trembling. When the alpha male looked away from its meal towards her, she flinched away from its gaze.As it approached her, it moved in a slow walk that was nowhere near as fast as the werewolves' normal run. It was only that which prevented her from running, she thought even the slightest sudden movement from it would shatter her brittle self-control. None the less, she took a shaking step backwards at its approach unable to stand before the new horror that it presented. Within moments she had gone from fearless warrior to a scared woman trembling with terror and it pissed her off, but she couldn't control the unfamiliar terror.Studying martial arts since childhood and working as a policewoman, she been too self-confident and certain to be afraid of any man forcing himself upon her. This literal monster was another matter though, its strength and size was so far beyond human limits that she didn't think she could oppose it at all. It also added another physical element to the terror she felt at facing rape from this creature, that its size and strength would add to the pain and physical violation that she would suffer.Worst of all it wasn't human. Its muzzle was still splattered with deer's blood and its eyes, gleaming in the darkness, focused on her with the predatory intensity of an animal stalking its prey. She glanced down at the claws on its almost human hands and knew that they were easily sharp enough to rip through the kevlar vest she wore and pull out her heart in the same motion. Unable to stop herself there, her eyes flicked down to its naked crotch to see the size of its member dangling amidst its silver fur. She couldn't help but imagine what that could do to her body and feared it more than the razor sharp claws.She knew she was no match for the creature, but she was not going to just give in, no matter how pointless her defiance. As she backed up, she reached for a large stick which lay upon the ground and held it like a baton. "Get away from me monster!" She shouted, her voice shaking with terror but still defiant and holding an angry growl. The alpha wolf tipped his head and listened to her demand, then let out a howl that so very nearly sounded like laughter. It was echoed by the rest of the pack. He barked out an order to the silver tufted wold behind her, likely his second in command, and the creature grasped her by the biceps, and lifted her a few inches off the ground. Not much, but enough that she couldn't touch to get traction.Once she was restrained, the leader sneered at her and closed the small gap between them. His paw like hand closed around her chin, tipping her head up to look in his eyes. His head dipped, and his breath blew against her neck as he sniffed intently at her neck.The creatures hand moved lower, and the other joined it. Claws hooked beneath her clothing, and tore it open in a motion that looked effortless, but clearly took a great deal of force, as it jostled her sturdy, warriors body around with it's momentum. With her upper half exposed, his hands moved to her tight jeans, and did the same to the top of them before pulling them away, ignoring any kicking she may have been doing in protest.Only after he'd striped her down did the wolf resume his inspection of her. The rough pads of his fingered paws probed and prodded her body, starting with her belly, then working their way up to her breasts. There was nothing soft, nothing sexual in their investigation. He may as well have been a farmer inspecting a horse he was about to buy. After he'd finished with his fingers, his muzzle drew close to her skin once more.Starting where he'd left off, at her neck, the alpha let out a low growl, warning her to be still. Just to be certain, his paws latched onto her thighs, preventing her from kicking at him much. His breath blew against her skin as he worked his way down, snuffling at her breasts, then her ribs, her belly, and finally, down to the space between her legs. Here, he hesitated, tongue lolling out of his mouth. Forcing her legs apart with her his powerful hands, he licked one broad stroke across her exposed pussy.This woman was not in heat, but she would be soon enough. For now, he would allow one of his underlings to have it's way with her. It would make the process of taking the more suitable breeders easier on her, and less likely to kill her. Turning to strut away from her, he growled out an order. As he disappeared, the smallest of the wolves she'd seen earlier, one that was very much little more than an over sized, oddly proportioned wolf, came into view. That one that held her captive, tossed her to the ground, and several others gathered around to form a tight circle around Donna and the smallest male. Donna let out a whimper of frustration, as much as she wanted to stay strong in front of these creatures being disarmed and restrained with no more effort than an unruly child was humiliating and terrifying. The silver tufted wolf's claws easily wrapped around her biceps, which even a large man's hands could not do. The grip was like a vice with no weakness against which she could struggle. Even her most defiant twisting didn't throw the werewolf off its balance. When she tried to raise the stick she held, it merely shook its wrist sending a whiplash through her arm. The stick fell from her grip and clattered against the ground.When the alpha stared into her eyes, she tried to project defiance and stubborn will but flinched from its cold eyes. Tears formed in their corners as fear wracked her body, when his jaws descended towards her neck she tried to pull away but could do little more than thrash in the air. Another sobbing sound emerged from deep within her throat.First her weapon was taken from her, then more devastatingly her armour was ripped away. She felt the unbelievable strength of the Alpha as reinforced kevlar fibers ripped against one another and tore. Compared to the armour above, her top offered no resistance and merely split with the force of his wrenching. For a moment she was almost grateful for the iron grip upon her arms, were it not for his strength the tearing claws would be enough to fling her around like a ragdoll.She had promised herself that she would remain brave and that she would defy them with all the strength her body possessed. Yet without even trying they were reminding her how little strength that was. When the alpha's paws felt her body, she could not force herself to struggle or lash out. She merely trembled as he touched her and examined her naked form, powerless to resist. When his paws gripped her thighs and spread them she let out a cry of terror. Her body was fully exposed and open to his, vulnerable to whatever assault he wished to make upon her.Her terror did nothing more to stop him than her struggles and his muzzle slid down between her legs. He was doing nothing more than breathing, but the force of his breath blew across the lips of her pussy warm in the cold night air. Then his tongue, rasping and wet drew across its folds. It was only a tongue, its outer surface yielding and spongy but it held more strength than a man's hand. As its length pressed across her pussy, the pressure was enough to part her lips slightly and slide it within enough to brush their inner surface. If the alpha had wanted to, she believed it could have penetrated her with merely the strength of its tongue.Yet the wet lick seemed enough for the Alpha, a taste of her and the first penetration of her body that she would endure. It added to the humiliation. Sensation and awareness of her own body had gone wild, but though it stirred her to react she felt no arousal. Yet the sensation of his saliva, drenching her pussy and sliding down her inner thighs felt just like her own body's reaction. Regardless of the reality of the situation, she knew that he had made her wet. That burned her with irrational shame.Then, after that one lick that had shaken her so badly, he turned away seemingly done with her. She did not understand as he walked away. Then with a few growls from the alpha she had been thrown to the ground in the center of the pack. Realization dawned, he was declaring open season. She had expected, assumed really, that like wolves only the alpha would mate and that she would only have to face the ravaging that he would have delivered. She looked around, so terrified that she could not manage to count the beings ranged around her although it was small enough to count on her fingers.The first stepped into the ring of werewolf flesh that surrounded and terrified her. This beast was more wolf-like, upon all fours and padding towards her. For all the Alpha's terrifying size and imposing masculinity it still had traits of humanity to its shape. The crouching four legged beast in front of her had none. Its size was greater than that of a wolf and odd hinging to its joints suggested that it could move in ways they could not.She wanted to run but could not. Told herself that she wanted to fight but was not sure if her courage hadn't broken some time amidst the handling and fondling. She crawled into a tight ball, weeping and scared. The smallest wolf approached the whimpering ball of human flesh, his great tongue hanging out of the side of his mouth as he let the taste of her scent flow over it with his breath. The way she was curled into a ball was problematic to him, as she was to close to the ground laying on her side like that. But, he was the youngest of the adult males of the pack, and as such, had never done this before.Eager to mate his first woman, he took his place over top of her regardless of her less than optimal position. His slick red cock had already worked several inches out of it's sheath just from the excitement of the prospect of this woman, and when he brought his hips over her and hunkered down to begin his inexperienced attempts at thrusting into her, it was able to rub against the top of her ass, but that was it. The gentle brushing against her was, however, enough stimulation to bring the smooth, thick shaft further out, until a full six inches or more bobbed beneath his belly.He tried several more times to lower himself enough to get his cock into his target, each time to no avail. Determined, he fumbled his way off her and circled around the crying woman once more. He would have to find a way to re-position her, but he didn't have the useful thumbs and fingers on his massive paws as some of the elder pack members did. Trying anyway, he stood before her, and reached over her to place one large paw on her back in an attempt to pull her forward and roll her onto her knees, but all he managed to do with his pawing was scratch her. Not much of one, but enough that it drew a thin red welt across her back.The moment he injured her, the silver peppered wolf barked out a loud growl and raised a paw to strike him, so the omega wolf whined and dropped to a submissive position for a moment. When the larger wolf lowered his hand slowly, the young wolf rose again, immediately licking the minor scrape he'd caused in a way that was nearly apologetic. He knew he didn't dare harm her, or the alpha would be displeased at him for damaging a breeder. The dominant wolves were aloud to do what they wished during the actual breeding to make a human woman comply, but he, a lowly omega, was only aloud the privileged of having this woman first to get her ready for them, and as such, was not aloud to harm her.The young wolf also knew that if he didn't mate her soon, he would loose his opportunity. The rest of the lower pack members were all waiting, quite impatiently, for their turn. As such, the youngest male turned to grovelling as a means of getting her to comply to his wishes.From the long pink welt he'd caused, he licked his way up to her neck, whining softly into her ear, almost pleadingly, as he lapped at her neck and face. From there he worked his was over her shoulders and arms, down to her chest. The way she was curled up prevented him from lapping at her breasts, though he very much would have liked to, and did try to nuzzle his way in for a moment. After all, he was not so entirely grown up that he didn't remember what it was to suckle at a breast as a pup. Being denied access to them, however, he worked his way down over her side, nuzzling and licking as her went, all the while whining pleadingly. He lapped at her legs a few times, the burrowed his snout insistently between them to lap at her sex. The taste of her was maddening to him, and his hips began thrusting into nothing as he licked and lapped at her soft feminine center, his broad, flat tongue parting her outer lips a little more with every stroke. Donna lay curled within a ball, her side pressing into the hard dirt and her bent knees tucked up to her crossed arms. She squeezed her eyes shut, knowing that the beast was coming towards her but unwilling to watch its approach. She felt his weight settle against her and soft fur pressing against her body, but the wolf's sheathed cock merely rubbed against her side and the curve of her buttocks. She almost laughed at the terrible irony of it, of all her attempts at resistance this her most pathetic and fearful had proven the most successful. She would have felt hopeful at this had she not known that the more humanoid wolves could easily wrestle her into a submission posture. She expected it to happen at any moment, yet when she opened her eyes once more the circle of werewolves were making no effort to help their younger kin subdue her.When the clumsy paw struck across her back, her breath caught in a moment of pain. It was a minor scrape but it had caught her off guard. She waited for more pain or his jaws to her throat as a way to persuade her to submit, yet it did not come. Instead a soft, gentle lick ran across her back where the blow had landed. Then his cold wet nose pressed against her body, the tongue lapping across her skin, seeking anywhere he could push his muzzle into the tight ball she had made of her body.It reminded her of a cross between an insistent puppy and a college freshman on his first date struggling with a bra-strap. It was almost sweet and if it hadn't been for the cold fear knotting her belly and the awareness of her fate she would have felt warmed by the soft gentleness of it. He was whining now with defeated desire, still licking and pleading while its hips quaked with desperate thrusts into the air.His tongue found its way between her legs, the fur of his muzzle pressing against her inner thighs and the tongue itself lapping at her sex with desperate need. The sensation made it harder to think, but remaining detached and thinking her way clear seemed the only escape from the sensations coursing through her body. All the anger and fury that she felt at the violation, did not change that she had not been touched in years and felt her body reacting to the sensations they inflicted upon it.She glanced at the other wolves. They were not merely there to prevent her escaping, she could see the pink and red of their cocks now stretching out beyond their sheaths. She knew they were waiting to take their turn with her. To make it through this night, she knew she would have to endure each of them forcing themselves upon her. Then the next night? She briefly thought, but fearfully quashed that notion, her mind unable to handle such a terror yet.The gentle but insistent lapping was sending waves of sensation through her and mixed in amongst the disgust, fear and anger was a faint pleasure. She let out a faint sound, no moan of pleasure but a grunt with the effort of not feeling and not reacting. Donna looked around the werewolves, wondering if they were human enough to take pleasure in her degradation from their packmate or if such sick thoughts were too complex for their minds. Regardless of their thoughts, it was clear that their patience was growing close to its end. They bobbed in place, looking ready to dart forwards and only just holding themselves back.Her plan of constant resistance seemed impossible to sustain with no end in sight. She could not fully imagine what the experience of one of the creatures upon her would be like, and yet after that another and another. Surely she could not struggle against each and all of them, without exceeding her limits. She wondered whether co-operation was a betrayal of herself or the only way to regain some control. Her body was entirely at their mercy, but her mind struggled and sought desperately not to collapse under the terror she felt.She even considered submitting to this omega wolf and allowing it to mount her, knowing that if she did not there would be little delay before a larger and more coordinated wolf would take the choice from her. So far this omega had been gentle and seemed less terrifyingly endowed than all the others. She immediately hated the thought of surrendering and rejected it, until she saw one of the other wolves beginning to move forwards. In a moment of sheer panic, she made the decision without thinking about it. She spread her legs slightly, no longer forcing the little wolf to shove its muzzle so vigorously and rolled onto her knees pushing her hands out before her.She could feel the omega's slobber upon her legs and sex, but to her shame she thought her own fluids had joined the mix as her body reacted to the stimulation of his tongue. Her eyes flicked to the other werewolves, hoping they did not see her as eager for their attentions. She had surrendered to the inevitable, taking the one action that could be her own choice in this. She felt ashamed of the cold reason and hot terror that had compelled her, but continually resisting when it could do her no good was equally mad. The truly galling fact was that although she could chose between those two options, neither would make a difference to her fate.Shaking, sobbing and her face a brilliant red with an embarrassment that seemed ridiculous even to her she waited on her hands and knees. Her legs open towards the omega, submitting her body to his and with no control over it praying that he would remain gentle with her. With an excited, triumphant groan, the omega wasted no time in pouncing back atop her. He was tall enough that his feet still touched the ground when he mounted her, but not with baring a significant amount of his weight down onto her back. His body was also long enough that his front legs were directly beside Donna's shoulders.At first mount, he overshot his target, and his thrusts did little more than slide his smooth, slick cock along her belly. he tried a few more times, but had mounted her with his hips to close to hers to pull back far enough to insert himself. Groaning in frustration, he rested the weight of his chest fully on her and squirmed backwards with an awkward hop of his back legs.Resuming his jabbing thrusts, the young wolf arched his back a little further. This time, he was much closer to his intended goal. A few jabs poked the head of his long cock against the join of her hip, her clit, and then finally against the slick entrance of her pussy. He gave a victorious groan as he arched his back further as thrust into her.It was just a few inches at first, but with as thick as the wolfs member was, particularly the rigid head of it, and as long as it had been since Donna had been with someone, he still had to thrust heavily to force himself into her extremely tight entrance. His back legs dance awkwardly again as he struggled to work his way forward, and he brought one front heavy paw up onto her shoulder, hooking it down over the top of it to keep her from moving forward and away from him at all.His thrusts were rapid, but shallow. He didn't want to slip out and have to re-find his target after all. None the less, gradually, he worked his way forward, each thrust pushing another half inch or so of his long penis into her. By the time his furry sheath was brushing against her tender slit, he could already feel the head of his cock meeting the resistance of the top of her underused vagina, gradually forcing her pussy to stretch to accommodate him. Donna saw immediately that her half-mad strategy had worked. The other wolves, who had seemed eager to surge forwards and take the place of their Omega, settled back as she submitted herself to him willing to grant his successful efforts more time than they had his previous failure. She wondered if it had been a smart decision but took consolation from the fact that whether it had been or not, she had made a decision and reclaimed some element of choice to this proceeding. Now that choice was made and she must endure its consequences.The suddenness of the Omega's rush to complete her mounting scared her, feeling his weight press down upon her as he eagerly writhed forwards. She tried to make it easy for him, hoping that it might keep him more gentle and passive. She kept her shaking legs spread to open herself to him. She held her rear higher, partly to make it easier for him but also so that she could hang her head near the ground. Her eyes closed as she tried to keep herself from running or folding back up into a ball again.Its earlier clumsiness was unchanged and though he seemed desperate to reach her, his aim was off and she could feel his cock sliding against her body without parting the entrance of her sex. She felt now the size of his cock, something she had not been able to discern fully before and worried. He was no larger than her ex-husband had been, merely the size of a human's member. Yet this was the smallest amongst the pack, seemingly a mere puppy to the others. She had trouble breathing when she imagined the size and girth she might encounter from the others, or that ferocious wolf-god the Alpha.She reassured herself with the thought that this was why she had made this decision, to delay that violation by choosing to endure this smaller intrusion. If she would face her first sex within years, she would rather it be with this smaller, gentler creature than one of the monsters around her. It seemed rational, but she wondered if she was truly thinking clearly or just cracking under the pressure. She was projecting all sort of human ideas upon this Omega wolf that probably were not there. Was this Stockholm's syndrome or just some natural comparison picking the least scary of the monsters which were assaulting her?These thoughts were driven from her mind by pure sensation. First the accidental brush of his cock against her clit, which surprised her with its intensity. Coming unexpectedly as it had, she let out a small groan as a faint trembling went through her which had nothing to do with the terror that was wrenching at her stomach. Then its cock found its mark. She was grateful now for the moisture upon her sex, from her own unwanted reaction and from his dedicated slobbering. It helped his shaft to slide within her more easily, though it was still a vigorous and sudden thrust. Her body slid forwards with the shifting of his weight and his member dragging within her, but with his paw holding her in place it was not enough to pull the head of his cock back outside her body again.She was glad, having felt that initial thrust into her and the sudden forcing of her pussy, she did not wish to repeat it if he slid out from her. The next few thrusts brought his hard member deeper within her, dragging some of the wetness further within but still grating raw against her and she was still tight.There was some pain as his thrusts stretched her wider, she forced her legs as far apart as she could manage and arched her back more trying to ease the strain of her body, resiting the entrance of his cock but her posture made little difference. It was not so painful as the first time a man had fucked her, but she was still tight and dry. The fear and outrage made it hard to unclench her muscles as well, she could not relax herself enough to help him work his way inside her. So it was with pure force that his cock was driven further and further within her.The Omega seemed to have no cruel intent towards her, and did not try to inflict pain but he also seemed to have little consideration of her beyond his own immediate needs. His thrusting continued despite her moaning sobs of pain as she felt herself being stretched by the length and girth of his member. Beyond her attempts to line up her body and minimize the strain, she merely lay passively beneath his weight. Surrendering her body to his desperate thrusting but not contributing beyond being shifted back and forth by the strain against each thrust and his own shifting weight pressing on her back.She could feel the sensations of his cock pressing apart her lips and stirring within her body, but without feeling the pleasure that she had felt before at those same sensations. Without the arousal to fuel it and unable to relax and surrender to those sensations it was merely an intense experience without pleasure in it. Yet it was hard not to feel anything as her body was wired to respond to the sensations and so strange fluttering sensations flooded through her body, dampened in the fear and tension that had clenched her body.Sounds emerged from her without her intending to make them, grunting when another thrust stretched her, moaning with the relief as his cock slid back releasing some of the tension. She wondered if the werewolves around thought she was enjoying this, or whether they even cared. She did not raise her head though, staring down simply at the dark ground beneath her. Sobbing. She was sobbing. Humans were such pathetic creatures. None the less, the friction caused by he lack of moisture was growing uncomfortable even for him. The omega might not have known much about this, but he did know that her dryness was not supposed to be the case.He did not, however, know what to do about. And so, he continued on, humping and thrusting wildly into her. A low groan, something slightly less than a growl, rumbled out through his chest as he continued. Each time he felt as though he might reach his peak, the grating friction of her unwilling body threatened to chafe him instead, and he was forced to slow down, rather than speed up and thrust further into her as his instincts told him to.The omega knew, from watching the larger pack members, that when their women were unwilling, they would deliberately fuck them so roughly that they would bleed, but the omega was fairly certain that he would be unable to get enough force to do so. He simply wasn't monstrously endowed as the more advanced wolves with their second level of forms were. He could shift at all yet, after all. He couldn't even make his paws have thumbs. What was he to do?He also recalled, however, that some of the women eventually grew to willingly accept the pack members they ended up claimed by and mated to, to enjoy their brutalizing even. Perhaps that was the answer. Could he make this human enjoy it? The young wolf slowed his thrusts, and listened to the girl; to the sounds she made, the different tones in them. He realized that when he pushed as far into her as he could, she groaned and tensed in obvious pain, but seemed to relax a little when he stayed shallower.Have noted that, the omega softened his thrusts, though he kept them just as rapid. The rigid head of his cock now would come back to where it was nearly at her entrance,and only thrust into her a few inches each stroke. He had no idea that human females had a sensitive nerve cluster in that general area in their bodies, or that the head of his cock would be all but directly massaging it this way. All he knew was that she seemed less pained when he took the shallower strokes. He also remembered that she had done as he wanted when he licked her. Maybe she liked to be licked? From how he was positioned, he had to arch his back horribly to even reach her neck, but he managed to none the less. And so, still thrusting with the short, shallow movements that would unwittingly massage and caress her g-spot, the omega dipped his head, and began to gently lap at her neck and ear once again. Donna trembled as the wolf mounting her began to growl with sounds of displeasure. His vigorous straining within her was already paining her, she shook with the thought of what he might do if he became unhappy with her and unleashed his frustration in a more violent abuse.To her surprise though, the Omega eased back and began to vigorously rub the head of his cock just inside her. She could feel its wider tip brushing the very inside of her pussy, just like her ex-husband had long ago done with his fingers to drive her wild. Though it still strained her tight entrance, he was no longer thrusting deep into her body and the pain was fading. The sensation became more intense though as she could feel the wide head of the Omega's cock caressing her most sensitive area.She had grown quiet when the strain had eased but another moan slipped out of her now and it was not caused by the pain. The Omega, now calmer seemed to be trying to be a more caring lover. He even became lapping at her neck with caresses of his tongue. They seemed almost like soft kisses. She relaxed her arms and pulled her head down to the ground out of his reach, crying harder now."No. No..." she repeated, not directed at the Omega within her but with disgust at her own body as pleasurable tingles were running through her. The work of his cock against her G-spot, now wet and frothing from his small thrusts had overwhelmed the psychological resistance against the pleasure. She did not want to be moaning with pleasure as this monster raped her, but he was forcing pleasure out of her body with new attentiveness. Instead of the moans, she let lose what she was feeling in statements of denial, "No. Stop, don't." she sobbed at the Omega. Refusing to allow him to kiss at her neck with his tongue, because it was too confusing to receive such gentle kindness from the beast.She had previously moved with the motions of the Omega, trying to flinch away as he thrust forward and moving back only when he did, diminishing the sensations. Though she did not try to move his cock deeper within him, as she relaxed and stretched out she stopped flinching so much and her relaxing pussy allowed his thrusts to carry him inside her deeper and more easily.She felt ashamed at the pleasure within her, even though she knew it was a natural reaction she refused to admit that she was getting any form of enjoyment from this violation that she had never wanted or asked for. Yet the cold air was no longer bothering her as her skin grew warmer and she felt the tingles of his stimulation radiating out from her center all across her body. Oh yes... yes that was how this was supposed to feel. The young wolf was certain of it. Not only was her body now juicy and inviting, but despite her sobbing and crying, her tight sex was actually allowing him further in with very little effort on his part.And it felt amazing.So good, in fact, that the inexperienced wolf felt his finale rapidly approaching.The omega stopped trying to lick at her neck. She was rejecting him anyway, and she was wet enough now that she'd let him all the way in, so what did the wolf care if she felt any pleasure from it after that? Groaning in sheer pleasure, the young wolf picked the pace of his thrusts back up, and did his awkward dance to work his hips in even closer, until the full length of his cock worked into her at a pace that was sure to be painful for her. Still groaning and moaning, the creature felt his thick knot slip from the sheath, and instinctively began thrusting harder still in an attempt to force it into the impossibly tight pussy of the human woman before.It took several thrusts, but slowly, gradually, the smallest of the pack managed to knot his first female. As the bulb, which was easily three times as thick as his shaft, lodged itself solidly into her, forcing his tip to stretch her further and locking it firmly against her cervix, the youngest wolf began to cum. He groaned and trembled, his body emptying spurt after spurt of his seed directly into her unwilling womb. Sure, she wasn't in heat, so nothing would come of it, but the young wolf didn't care. He let his head fall down onto her back as his body relaxed.The rest of the pack roared and howled their approval, applauding their young pack mate on his first conquest through growled grunts and barks. Thought they all looked quite anxious, none moved forward yet. The two would be locked together for at least another fifteen minutes, and no matter how eager they were, they all knew better than to risk damaging the woman's delicate sex by forcing even their smallest brother out of her before his knot relaxed. And as such, they all simply waited, and watched. The wolf's attention to her pleasures only seemed to last a very short time before he resumed thrusting into her with full force. However it was no longer possible to ignore the orgasm that was rising within her and now that it had started it continued to build with the Omega's savage pounding. Her arms were growing tired and sore. She felt certain that her hips and buttocks would be getting bruised from the weight of even the smallest werewolf slamming against her with each pelvic thrust.The pain was reducing now, her pussy stretching and becoming lubricated but it was still there as he forced himself in deeper and faster. Both the pleasure and pain were overwhelming and she thought of nothing else. She wasn't sure what he had done but his last thrust made her scream with sheer agony. It felt as though his cock had grown in both width and length to an immense degree. Her opening strained for a moment, pressed out and then contracting back around feeling fur against the lips of her sex, which she had not felt before even in his deepest thrusts. She could feel the fur of his pelvis pressed up hard against her buttocks now and he did not slide out again. With him all the way in, the tip and head of his cock pressed even further, deeper than she had ever felt during sex ever before.She could feel the cock inside her pulsing slightly and then his warm fluid flooded into her again and again. Some small amounts trickled back down the inside of her pussy, but his cock seemed to plug her completely. With the hot spurting of his seed into her, he seemed to relax. His cock remained hard and still more impossibly wide than it had been before, but the rest of his body slumped slightly with the weight pressing down upon her.Feeling her ordeal over she relaxed her arms and legs to slump forwards off the impalement of his cock but all she felt was pain surging through her sex as it started to support the weight of her body. She supported herself again quickly with trembling arms and legs not understanding at first what had happened. Then she remembered hearing something about dogs and wolves locking together when they mated. She tried to move but could not withdraw his cock from her and it hurt to even try.His pleasure may have been spent, but she could still feel the waves of her unwanted orgasm rolling through her body. The wide knot at the shaft of his penis had expanded within her and pressed against the sensitive spot the head of his cock had been stroking before. The constant pressure and its slight movement whenever she or the wolf shifted was still sending a rush of sensation through her body. His cock still sat firmly lodged in place, pressing into the sides of her pussy and holding the sticky liquid that had not breached the cervix within the sealed confines of her body. She could feel it slosh and trickle around his cock when it moved and its stickiness was spread throughout her.The other wolves howled as his rape of her was completed, from this close the howls were earsplitting and terrifying. She flinched at the sound, stretching her captured pussy again. His weight leaned more fully against her, his head pressing against her back. She wanted to fold her aching arms up and collapse to the ground but could not, the Omega still stood on its front and rear paws and while it stood she was forced to match and support it.She didn't know much about dogs or wolves and wasn't sure how long they were meant to remain locked together but his cock didn't seem to be shrinking so far as she could feel. "Please let me go." She begged him, her voice shaking and quavering with terror, fatigue and the faint sexual reactions still buzzing through her body. She didn't understand that he had no control over the knotting either, but it didn't stop her pleading,"Please, you've had your fun, take it out of me." Of course, the omega had no idea what she was saying. All he knew was that she was whining, whining, and moving, which was uncomfortable for him. He gave a low growl as a warning, but it only seemed to make her squirm more.So, not knowing what else to do, the smallest wolf chose to simply... lay down. Lowering his front first, he slowly put all of his weight onto her, until she had no choice but to buckle and lay beneath him. He was careful not to crush her of course, but he did make sure she couldn't move. Once he was confident that his mate was subdued, he shifted his hips a few times, stirring his still quite hard cock about in her as he did. Finally, he found a position that was comfortable for him, not realizing that this also meant it was more comfortable for her as well, and grew still to wait out the remaining moments of their bonding.After some fifteen or twenty minutes longer, the bulb at the base of his cock finally softened and shrank enough that his penis slipped free of her, a great deal of his cum washing back out of her body as it did. The omega hopped up quite suddenly, and sniffed along her body to the spot between her legs where his seed now trickled back out of her. He turned his head to the sky and gave a triumphant howl before trotting off into the line up around her, all of whom had echoed his cry of victory.Within minutes, another wolf darted forward, and was immediately challenged by a slightly larger one. The first, which appeared slightly more bipedal, despite walking out on all fours, still had paws for hands, but immediately stood up on his hind legs when challenged. The other great, black beast had come forward awkwardly going back and forth between four legs, and two. This one at least had more hand like paws, with some sort of short, stubby, clawed fingers. The way he moved was not far off from the way a gorilla might move, despite his clearly lupine nature.The first, smaller, Psi wolf, immediately squared off, and stood over top of Donna. This did little to stop the slightly more advance Phi wolf. With his almost hands, he smacked smaller creature back, and reached down to drag her to her feet. He did so roughly, and lifted her full off the ground to pull her back against his chest. One paw-like hand released her bicep, and wrapped around to hold her by the waist. The other soon dropped to part her legs, allowing his rapidly stiffening member to rest between her thighs.Before he had the opportunity to lower her down onto his waiting cock, however, the Psi was on them. He collided with the two with enough force to knock the distracted Phi solidly back onto his back. In a flash of fur and snarls, the smaller Psi had his superior pinned, Donna trapped between dangerously with her back to the larger, and her exposed breasts mashed into the furry chest of smaller lupine. Just as quickly, several other back members were around them, growling out warnings of what would happen should the girl be hurt in their squabble.Both wolves seemed to still, though they clearly did not calm. The smaller of the two wolves saw his opportunity to claim the second mating of the woman for his own, and without any warning or regard for her comfort, thrust forward. With her body trapped between them, his already erect cock found it's target with ease, and slipped into her pussy, which was still quite well lubricated with the Omega's seed. The head of his cock wasn't as big around as the omega's bulbous knot had been, but it was certainly thicker than the rest of his smallest brothers equipment had been, and easily three inches longer, but he crudely forced it in as far as her body would take none the less. The Omega shifted his weight and sank to the ground, forcing her down to the ground along with him. His last few adjustments to how he lay stirred his cock about within her and stoked the dwindling fires of her orgasm for a last few moments. As she lay there though, trapped beneath a heavy mass of warm and soft fur, she began to regain control of her breathing. When she had finally slowed her breathing to a normal speed, the last quivering sensations through her body faded. It left an afterglow of sensitivity which mingled with the shame and disgust she felt at losing control over her reactions. She still felt strained, her pussy stretched out fully by the cock locked deeply within her and aching from the force with which he'd pounded his way into her.Laying upon the ground with dirt, sticks and small rocks digging into her she could feel the Omega's fur shielding her from the cool air like a blanket. She knew that it wasn't just the cold that his body shielded her from, but also the attention of the other wolves. They were still gathered around her in a large circle, waiting for the Omega to be done with her so that they could take their own turns. She was reluctantly grateful for the wolf's presence within and atop her and lay quietly beneath him.It took a long time for the wolf's thick member to gradually soften, allowing her to lie there and just quietly breathe. Tears still stung the corner of her eyes and trickled down her face, but she felt no more sobs or cries within her. In this time of relative peace, she would have liked to forget what had happened and what was going to happen to her. It seemed impossible though while his cock still pressed deeply within her, a steady reminder of her new fate and role within the pack.She wondered where the other woman had gone. She could not blame her for leaving and not witnessing the pack forcing themselves upon her. Donna couldn't begin to guess how many such sessions the woman had endured with the pack and doubted that she could watch another going through it without painful memories. The other woman it seemed had endured more still than just the sex, unless she was wrong in her guesses they had bred with her and impregnated her with their pups. There had been so many following her that Donna wondered whether they had all been hers. Were there other women here? Or did she give birth to the pups in big litters like dogs sometimes could.Her train of thought was broken by a sudden easing of the tremendous pressure of the Omega's cock. It slid out and the feeling of relief was intense. What seemed almost a flood of his seed came out as the head of his cock slid away from her. It was still warm, having been held within her body and she could easily feel it spreading down her legs and over her sex.A howl from the entire pack sent a jolt through her body. It was partly just an atavistic horror at the dangerous predators such a howl represented, but it had acquired a new dread from her as she realized that each voice raised in that howl was a monster there ready and waiting to rape her. She had imagined escape as she had lay there beneath the Omega, but knew now that no matter how far she ran, every howl she heard in the night would echo with the memories of what happened here and now.Seeing the Omega happily rejoin the circle crushed her spirit a little more, though she didn't understand why at first. Then she realized, despite all her attempts to avoid it she had come to see the Omega differently. In the moments when he had worked to bring her pleasure or when his body had shielded her, she had almost imagined him somehow being on her side. Yet as he rejoined the pack it was clear where his loyalties lay. He was just as eager as the rest to see the pack force her down into submission and breed their pups from her.Donna wondered which of the crowd would be next, the creatures were each so different that it was hard to determine where they stood in the hierarchy of the pack. For her own part she simply remained where she had sprawled upon the ground, despair gnawing at her she could not see the point in moving.It seemed that she was not the only one uncertain of the pack's hierarchy though as a dominance contest broke out over her. Both monsters drawing towards her scared her with their inhumanity, they did not have the same human shape of the alpha or even the canine puppy appearance of the Omega. They were more twisted in form sharing traits of both blending into a frightening unfamiliarity. She could see no preference between the two and could not handle a heart-wrenching decision like she had managed with her deliberate submission to the Omega. Instead she watched, the cold dread set in place that it merely made her feel numb and stunned.Yet the contest became impossible to watch from the sidelines when they grasped her and began physically wrestling over her. The sensation of movement literally shook her from the numb state of shock she was entering and she kicked and struggled. She could not kid herself though that her struggles were involved in that contest as she could feel the titanic strength they commanded as they fought over her. One had been about to mount her, in the midst of the conflict holding her suspended from the ground.The idea seemed even more horrific to her than anything she had endured from the Omega. Would they continue to fight as they mated with her? She imagined being violently ripped from one only to have the other take her. Something like that would be nothing like the orderly sequential rape she had imagined enduring at the hands of the pack. How was it that this experience could be growing more horrific? Each time she thought she had reached the limit of her fears, another dread seemed to step out of her nightmares ready to scare her in ways she hadn't been able to imagine.Yet the wolf holding her suspended did not manage to mate with her mid-battle as he was struck down and she was brought down to the ground along with him in a tangle of limbs. The other wolves were gathered around and growling deeply. It seemed to her almost as though the semblance of order to the gathering was breaking down into a more natural seeming savagery. Then the smaller wolf lunged forwards and she thought it was moving to strike at the other werewolf. She discovered its real target though as its cock thrust into her, seeming to care little for the fact that she was sprawled atop its packmate and rival.Her pussy had been stretched far by the forceful pounding the Omega had delivered, and held wide open by his knot in the aftermath. It gave way to the cock more easily, yet the sudden rush of such a large member into her still pulled a scream of pain from her. She raised her hands, pressing them against the chest of the wolf, trying to hold him back from entering her but she could as easily have held an accelerating truck back as the eager werewolf.

Instinct (Caehlim and BlackSwan317)

Him and her

This thread is closed for EklectikChik. ThanksVyrdrn arrived at the outskirts of the little village to see a roaring bonfire with people drinking and dancing around it. The celebration seemed exuberant and he shrugged a little showing his disinterest in their lives or activities. Whispering a series of spells, Vyrdrn turned himself invisible, gave himself armor, and made him immune to normal fire and wandered closer to his chosen victim and settled in the bonfire safe from discovery.He sat watching HER and the human that her family proposed to marry her to. The party seemed to center around them, and Vyrdrn could only surmise that meant she accepted the proposal. The young human was beaming with pride, and not a little lust as he looked over at his intended bride. She in return looked full of trepidation, unsure if she were making the right choice.A wry smile, one that made most people shiver in fear, lit his face. Before long he would take all choices away from her, and her soon to be dead betrothed. He watched the party for nearly an hour, people were stumbling about with the excess of drink they consumed. HER and her cousins were heatedly discussing something and that is when he decided to act.Firing off one spell twice quickly nearly the entire town fell to the ground gently snoring as he stepped from the fire. Now visible, Vyrdrn turned and faced the small gaggle of women and looked up at them. Standing 5'0" he knew that he was far from an imposing figure, but red eyes go a long way to fixing that."Kneel" he commanded, and not surprisingly, SHE fell to her knees instantly. An arcane phrase rumbled from his throat and a crack of lightning shot from his outstretched hands, frying the cousins standing behind HER.A strong hand clamped on Vyrdrn's shoulder and spun the much lighter Drow around. He looked up at the physically imposing man that would have been HER's husband. "I am going to kill you for this!" The human roared."No, you will die trying," Vyrdrn said flatly. Taking a half step back, an arcane phrase later and a gout of flame engulfed the much larger human, injuring him grievously. A small group of men were charging him and Vyrdrn pointed a small bead of fire raced from his finger, expanding amongst the men, blowing them to smithereens in a fireball much more potent than the average.Turning back toward his victim, he saw her trying to crawl away. He stepped over to her and said, "Stop. Come with me willingly and I will spare the rest, try to flee I will kill them before I hunt you down and take you anyway." His voice was dichotomous to the actions he had portrayed. It was whimsical, musical, and somehow profanely erotic. Aylyn was in shock. Just moments ago she was feeling overwhelmed by her chattering cousins and the choice she needed to make. Her life was being decided and she knew in her heart that even though everyone told her she had a choice, there was none. She was to be married and taken away to live a life with a man she didn't even know.Nervously she'd been regarding him throughout the party, her big green eyes prettily fringed with long dark lashes. He was handsome enough, a full head taller than her and strong, almost imposing. While everyone danced and made merry, Aylyn felt herself resisting the urge to run far far away, but now complete chaos had taken over.The stranger than entered the party held her captive in an instant and she felt her knees give out as she hit the ground and gazed up at him in stunned silence. The crack of lightening didn't even make her flinch as she watched in horror as he took charge of everyone around her and struck down her betrothed. Panic set in then and she turned on her knees, trying to get away and find refuge, only to be stopped by the monster who was showing little to no mercy for her family as they tried to rally against him.A soft mewling sound caught in her throat as she gazed up at him with fear and panic. Her pulse skittered through her veins as she felt his voice wrap around her, tugging at something within her. Her eyes scanned the sites around her, the carnage and scent of burning flesh. With a trembling hand, she reached up to him, her fingers pale and delicate as she waited for him to clasp it. Vyrdrn's hand wrapped around her wrist and he yanked her toward him. The sudden change of her balance caused the beautiful woman to fall foward her shoulders ramming into his shins.His voice came in a sing song as he said, "Until you earn a name, I will call you 'rothe' which means nothing more than 'slave.'"His snow and ice colored hair rustled as Vyrdrn began chanting a spell, his voice turning guttural. A moment later he stood, and rothe was prostrate before a door standing with no building around it.Releasing her hand, Vyrdrn looked down and said, "This is my home, and perhaps you can make it a home as well. If not, then it will be your very own hell."Squatting down next to her, Vyrdrn pulled the back of her hair, forcing her to look up at him. "There are some basic rules. First, whenever I enter a room where you are, or you enter a room where I am, you must immediately go to your knees."His eyes roamed over her body and he continued, "Second, you are to wear nothing except that which I give you."Standing up, Vyrdrn commanded, "Strip, then we shall continue." Aylyn trembled on her knees, her already pale almost void of color now as she stared up at Vyrdrn. The basic rules she could live with, though he frightened her still and his power was none to be trifled with.It was his next words that made her gape up at him. Strip? Instantly her cheeks flamed with color, right up to the roots of her dark silky hair. Yet he stood and waited for her to do as she was told. Fear gripped her and embarrassment. She'd never been naked before a man before...had been saved for marriage and had only had other females tend to her when needed.With heart in her throat, she slowly stood and realized quickly that she was a good 7 inches above his height. It was a small oddity that made her pause, before she ducked her gaze to the ground and with trembling fingers began to unlace the ties at the side of her dark green gown.Tears filled her eyes as she bit down on her lower lip, trying to focus through her blurred vision as her fingers fumbled with the laces. With one side down, she clumsily tackled the other until the bodice loosened and she reached for the skirts of her dress.Drawing in a ragged breath, she pulled the material up her body, closing her eyes as it rustled over her head and then dropped to the ground. She stood before him in a light shift, the material almost transparent and clinging to her full breasts. Vyrdrn watched as rothe fumbled at her clothes before finally slipping off the dress and casting it aside. Her gossamer shift clung to her breasts, her areola and nipples clearly outlined in the cloth."No," he said. "Not two minutes after being told but two rules, you are disobedient to both."Stepping forward Vyrdrn clutched each side of the shift, and violently yanked his hands apart, rending the thin cloth from neck to hem. "When I say strip, I meant everything, shift, jewelry, shoes, whatever may be on your body that I or the gods have not given you."His voice lowered, still somehow erotic as he continued, "And you are still on your feet, rothe."He waited until she dropped to her knees, then asked, "What shall your punishment be, rothe? Before you answer, if it is not strict enough, I will add to, or come up with my own." Aylyn let out a frightened yelp as the shift was torn to shreds. Her shoes came off next, with much haste before she dropped to her knees. Afraid and mortified and strangely enough...ashamed that she hadn't done what he'd asked in the manner he had asked her to do it."I-i'm sorry." She stuttered, a shimmering tears gliding down one cheeks as she blinked up at him, trying to control her urge to cry.Her mind raced. He wanted her to name off a punishment, but she'd never been dealt that sort of hand. She'd always been a sweet girl, minding manners and whatever mischief she'd gotten into had been so small that it had been ignored. Drawing blank thought after blank though as she shivered, naked and trying to cover herself with hands and arms, rothe let out a soft pitiful whine. "I cannot...I don't know!" She told him, clearly frustrated and afraid. Whether it was the solitay tear, her nakedness, or the realization that rothe might well be a virgin despite her obvious charms Vyrdrn fekt blood surge to his loins as his member began to harden at the sight of her.She was everything he was not. Tall fair skinned with dark hair and blue eyes, her body was lush and curvy. No flat angles appeared anywhere on her just smooth rolling curves and angles; much like the rolling foothills of Cormyr. Each of her movements caused the grapefruit sized mounds of flesh on her chest to sway provocatively.Her nipples hardened in the cool night air; or perhaps, due to his intense gaze. Walking up to her, Vyrdrn reached out and cupped one of her heavy full breasts and squeezed it not ungently yet firmly. Her nipple fully hardened and was slightly larger than her small toe.Releasing her tit, he grabbed her shoes and placed two sharp pebbles in each shoe. "Put these on. Make sure one pebble is under he balls of your feeet and the other under the heels. You must stand for two minutes on the pebbles." Rothe gasped loudly as Vyrdrn suddenly moved to cup one of her breasts and stiffened, biting down on her bottom lip to keep from protesting. It felt strange...not bad, but different. And where his flesh met hers, she felt warmth and tingles spread through her skin, creating a new sensation low in her belly.Too afraid to explore these new feelings, she remained still until he finally released her and instructed her to slip on her shoes with the sharp pebbles inside.Trying to keep herself covered while doing as he instructed proved to be a challenge and finally Aylyn settled for hugging her breasts as she slipped her feet back into her slipper shoes and winced as the pebbles bit into her tender feet. Despite the discomfort, she braved through the pain and kept her gaze down to the ground, afraid to look into his face. Vyrdrn stood watching rothe carefully as she fidgeted shifting her weight constantly searching for a comfortablr means of statnding without finding one. After two minutes he said, "Enough, take the shoes off and follow me, making sure you are obedient to my wishes. "Turning he headed toward the door and opened it. Past the door was an entry chamber some twenty feet in diameter. The floor was a white marble with silver flakes. The ceiling was a midnight blue making the ten foot height seem so muh farther than it really was. Around the perimeter of the chamber were a series of marble statues of naked women kneeling. Each of the women's legs were spread open while they sat on their heels. Above each of the statues was a light which shown down on them as if a star shined on them.Waving his hand at the chamber, Vyrdrn said, "These are your predecessors perhaps one day you too will earn a spot here.""Study this position well, for it will become second nature to you." Standing before her e Vyrdrn looked diwn at his prize and said, "I will answer one question for you now. Do not squander it." Aylyn's eyes widened in wonder as she entered the chamber that Vyrdrn had opened to them. The statues themselves were striking, even though their positions bold and completely new to her.She did her best not to gape and as she kneeled at his feet, she did her bet to study the position he was referring to. As she spread her knees apart and sat back on her heels, she felt completely open and vulnerable, her cheeks flushing brightly as her body became more open to his red hot gaze.With hands still cupping her generous bosom, she gazed up at him. Her pretty blue eyes large and filled with trepidation. "Why me?" Was all she could think to ask. She wanted to ask and for how long. Apparently he didn't keep the women he took away from their homes. Vyrdrn grinned at was the most obvious question. Stepping behind rothe, he pukled her arms behind her back firmly yet gently and placed her palms against the flesh of her back which thrust her breasts deliciously forward. "There, that is the position."His voice was soft as he whispered into her right ear, his lips brushing against her hair teasing both her ear and neck. "Don't move, rothe."Vyrdrn stepped around to stand in front of her and looked down at her. His eyes blazed with hunger and yearning as he slowly drank her body in. Only the slightest movement of his eyes was evident throughout the process which started at her eyes and ended at her knees."I have been watching you for a year now. I was passing your village one day when I saw you bathing in a spring. Your immediate predecessor died about five years ago and I began to miss company."Turning on his heel, Vyrdrn ordered, "Follow me."Striding through the entry chamber he did not check to see if rothe was obeying or not. The pace at which she followed would tell him her obedience. Behind he entry chamber was a grand hall with a staircase on the left and right side of the building. The floor was a mahogany and ebony patterned floor inlaid with silver gilded magical beasts.Taking the right staircase Vyrdrn went up flight after flight until he reached his bed chambers. The suite he stepped into was as opulent as it was luxurious. The round bed centered the room and was six feet in diameter. Silk sheets laid beneath fine quilts and numerous pillows. The room's rug was thick and padded as is it was the hide of a living wooly mammoth.Windows pierced the circular room at regular intervals giving a breathtaking panoramic view of the valley. Aylyn shivered as his lips brushed against her hair and then teased her ever so slightly. Her nipples were two rock hair pebbles, her breasts suddenly feeling fuller and achy as pleasure raced down her spine and spread goose bumps all over her skin.Holding her breath, as she watched him take her in, feeling both horrified that he'd watched her bathe and yet, strangely pleased that he found seemed to want her. Her betrothed had never looked at her in such a way. She'd seen lust a man's eyes before and admiration from men here and there, but had been kept pure for a true union. Still, the man she'd been promised to had never seemed taken by her, which had stung a little, though Aylyn had never admitted it.For a split second, she saw his loneliness and pain, opening her mouth to tell him she was sorry for his loss, but just as quickly, he was ordering her to follow.Scrambling to her feel, rothe followed Vyrdrn. It was hard not to stare at the luxury of him some. It was beautiful...beyond anything she'd ever seen in her short life. She wanted to stop and admire. To touch the different surfaces and enjoy the pretty images that seemed to be everywhere, but she dared not lag behind, afraid of what he might do to her.Entering his bed chamber, Aylyn quickly went to her knees and assumed the position he had shown her, tense and hoping it was as he wanted it to be. Vyrdrn looked her over before coming over to her. Adjusting her hands and arms a little,accentuating her breasts he whispered, "Good girl. That is a very good pose."He walked around her again taking his weapons and pack off tossing the casually to the side. Turnimg his eyes to her he said, "I like to begin and end my day with a bath. Come undress me and then I will show you how to draw the water properly." Aylyn gave him a slight nod and stood, approaching him until she stood in front of him. Their height difference was strange. She was used to much taller men and she herself was now the taller one. She almost wished to be on her knees again, looking up at him, but she was to do what he bade her to do.Swallowing, she tentatively reached forward and began to undo the buttons at the front of his tunic. The fabric was cool and fine under her slender fingers as she undid them from his chest, all the way down and then opened the flanks and walked around to pull the fabric off his shoulders and back.His skin in sharp contrast to her own, dark, but smooth. His flesh firm and toned, impressively built despite his size. What truly drew her attention though was his hair...long, snow and ice colored and so shiny, she itched to draw her fingers through it to see how silky it felt. Instead, she carefully avoided touching unless there was no other choice.Walking around, Aylyn moved to his front again, her eyes sliding over his first toned chest and flat belly. Her fingers reached forward, touching his warm belly before hooking into his pants and undoing the button and then laces. Nervously, she knelt before him again, before tugging at his pants and removed his shoes.Then came the moment she was worrying about. Drawing in a courageous breath, Aylyn tugged at his pants until he stepped out of them. She did her best to keep her gaze on his legs, which were strong and muscled, looking away to gather his clothes and shoes. "Where shall I put these?" She asked him softly. It took mist of Vyrdrn's self control to not take rothe by the hair and slam his semi hard cock into her outh and have her suckle him into a proper hardon. As it was the fiery toug of her finger tips as she touched him sent thrills and chills throughout his body.Pointing he replied, "It goes in the armoire over there."His eyes watched her hungrily as rothe took his garmets and hung them. As she turned and then returned bloid surged to his loins and his member thickened and hardened quivering ravenously with each of her movements.Locking his eyes with hers Vrydrn place a fingertip under her chin and whispered "Follow me."Slowly he backed his way to the bath area the distance between them not farther than the length of his hard cock which brushed against her thighs with each of their steps. Precum glistened off the tip and was spread on her with each brushing carress of his cock head. Try as she may, Aylyn couldn't keep her eyes from straying down at noticing the changes in Vyrdrn's cock. Her pulse pounded loudly in her ears as he whispered for her to follow, but with each step, she could feel him against her skin. Rubbing on her silky smooth thighs.The wetness she felt that followed, made her curious, but she couldn't bring herself to look down again. Low in her belly, she felt warmth spread and a dull ache form between her thighs, but again, she tried not to wonder, didn't want to ask.The voyage to his bath chamber seemed to take a lifetime and by the time they entered the room, she was a little breathless. This smaller room was no less beautiful to behold. The large bath was sunk into the marble floor, deep and big enough to fit two, perhaps three people in there. She'd never seen anything quite like it, with steps that led down into the rounded pool."Your home is beautiful." She whispered softly. Wih each of her timid glances down Vyrdrn felt himself grow harder and harder until he hought that it would surely split in two. "The house pales in comparison to you, rothe," he whispered back.Vrdrn leaned forward until rothe's nipples pressed against his collar bones and he brushed his lips across hers. "Tomorrow your training will begin im earnest."Running his hand across her stomach and down to her pelvis his fingers ran through the soft downy hair between her legs. For he moment ignoring het quivering moan; he whispered, "Pull the two dragon heads behind me out. The left one until it stops and the right onr half that distance." Aylyn was lost, feeling herself drowning in a see of different emotions and feelings. The way he pressed himself to her body inflamed her from the inside out and her delicate pale skin flushed deeply.She almost forgot to breath when he touched her so intimately, his fingers caressing her mound and gently probing lower. His instructions were clear enough, but she found it hard to concentrate as he explored her body.Pleasure and nerves made her tingle all over as she reached behind him and set the bath water as he wished it, his cock pressing hard and twitching against her thigh. Water quickly pooled into the tub as he continued to press her close to him, his breath hot on her neck and he inhaled her scent and made her knees quiver. "See the table over there?" He asked; his voice a low husky growl. Feeling as much as seeing he head bob affirmatively he continued "there are soaps,oils, and a straight razor. Bring them here."He watched as she all but fled his presence arousal fueling her in a way Vyrdrn would wager she never felt before.The tub filled rapidly the steaming water creeping up his legs. As rothe returned he took tge items from her and placed them along the side of the tub. Judging the level of water Vyrdrn turned the water off at a point where the level would be just below rothe's chin when she knelt in the tub. Offering her a hand he led her down the steps and into the tub; tugging her down into a kneeling position at his feet.His cock buoyed in the water just below her lips and he wondered what the feel of those pouty full lips wrapped around him would be. "First, rothe, you will cleanse me from head to foot after which I shall tend to you."He saw the trepidation in her eyes and he said, "You may begin." Aylyn soaked up words. Tend to her. He was going to touch her again and she wasn't sure how she would handle it all. But as he told her to go ahead and start the task of washing him, she moved for the soap, careful not to touch his cock as it bobbed close to her face.The warmth of the water soothed her body and her spirits a little as she reached for the decorative dragon dish that held flakes of soup. Carefully she dipped her fingers into the mix, letting the silky flakes coat her fingers and then tentatively reached up and spread her fingers over his chest.His muscles tensed and relaxed under her fingers as she slowly worked the soap into a lather on his firm skin. Making soothing circles, she worked them over his shoulders and down his arms, then slid them back up and slowly lower, over his abs. Her gaze slid down, watching his cock twitch as her fingers danced over his abs.Shyly, she removed her hands and dipped her fingers into more soap and then slowly stood, moving around his body to work on his back. Her fingers worked over him in easy gliding strokes, ending just below his firm bottom. “If you step up, I can do your legs...or, down and I will wash your hair...” She murmured softly, wondering which he would choose. Vyrdrn stepped up two steps and turned toward rothe. He knew this position would be troublesome for her. Once she knelt his turgid member would be in line with her mouth. That thought sent a shiver through him.On some level he knew that her oral ministrations would be even more delucate and timid than her fingers. A crooked grin creased his face as rothe figuried out the physics of what was about to happen. His voice was burning and smooth like a lava flow as he said, "Come finish." Aylyn swallowed hard as she watched him step up and turn. She'd been hoping to wash his hair, but luck wasn't on her side. His voice made her womb clench...so dark and heated that it washed over her and left her breathless.Slowly she knelt down before him, shying away from his cock as she dipped her fingers into more soap and began working on his strong legs, up to his knees and then his thighs. Her hands moved up and road, getting back and front, brushing up against his bottom and making herself blush.In the end, she was left with his rod, which remained hard and almost pulsing right before her. Clearing her throat, she glanced up at him questioningly as her fingers crept up to his groin. Leaning slightly back, she shifted her gaze away from his fiery one and gently wrapped her fingers around his shaft, slicking suds over him from base to tip. A low groan started at the depths Vyrdrn's soul as rothe wrapped her fingers around his cock and began cleansing him. Her touch was everything he had spent months imagining ane so much more.Allowing her only the one stroke, or maybe allowing himself the one stroke, he reached down ane luft rothe from the water. He carried her over to the side of the tub next to the utensils she har brought over; Vyrdrn began massaging her calves while rothe washed his hair. Her breasts surged and retreated from his face with her movement. Opening his mouth Vyrdrn sucked in one of her magnificent nipples holding it in place with his teeth as his tongue flicked across the top of the nub. Aylyn gasped and then moaned softly as he massaged her calves. His hair felt just as she imagined...like silk as she massaged his scalp and worked the suds to the tips of his hair.Her actions were stalled when he captured a nipple and sucked on it, flicking the tip and making her shudder, drawing out a soft mewl. Her fingers fell to his shoulders and squeezed, clinging as she experienced her first real intimate touch."Oh!" She breathed, "I..." She began and flattered as his tongue swirled around the tight little nub and made her squirm."I've never..." She tried again, trying to put her thoughts together. Vyrdrn suckled harder on her nub until he felt her body begin to thrum in need. The scent of her sex wafted up to his nose; an earthy honey scent. "Yes, I know, at least not with a male."Spreading her lgs he pulled her forward until her succulent ass cheeks were barely on the edge of the pool. "Lean back on your elbows, " he ordered. Once rothe leaned back he said, "Make sure you do not move until I say otherwise."Taking the rose soap in his hand, Vyrdrn lathered her pubic mound gently and thoroughly. Satisfied he picked up the straight razor he slowly began shaving most of the hair away, leaving a small strip of hair no wider than that of her thumb. Looking at his handiwork, Vyrdrn shook his head and shaved the remainder off. "Perfect " he whispered and then took some hazelnut oil and began rubbing it into her mons alleviating any burn from he shave.Leaning his head forward he kissed her right at the top of her slit, then whispered "Go look and then return " Aylyn felt as exposed as she was, her face flaming red all the way to her roots. Here was a total stranger, she'd only just met between her spread legs. He was touching her and she'd touched him. They were both naked and she was letting him take her over without much struggle or too many second thoughts. As though it just felt...right.Afraid to move as the razor slid over her mouth, Aylyn kept her breaths even and shut her eyes until he was done. When he told her to look, she carefully pulled herself out of the pool and went to the nearest mirror. Her gaze fell to her bare mound and she tentatively touched the smooth skin there...it was baby soft and felt deliciously naughty.With a small grin, she returned and slid into the water, lower until she knelt again. “Thank you.” She whispered, delighting in the way the water felt on her shaven skin. Like silk playing over her. "Good girl, " he whispered as he turned her to face him. His cock bobbed in the water so very close to her mouth. Need welled up inside him and for a moment he thought about ordering her to open her mouth and sliding it in.Cupping her face he lifted her chin and look down into her doe like eyes. "Before this even begins in earnest you will ne mine forever."Seizing control of himself with a shudder he turned and commanded her, "Follow me. "Leaving the tub Vyrdrn walked into the bedroom and approached the bed. Turning back to her he asked "Should I trust you enough to allow you to sleep in my bed on your first night here?" Aylyn knew he could have his way in any way he wanted if he truly wanted. So far she'd feared his control, but she was also slowly relaxing as she realized he didn't mean to harm her or worse...kill her. Gazing up into his eyes, she felt a deep surge of emotions and feelings almost clog her throat.She followed willingly, leaving a wet trail behind them and shivering slightly as they re-entered his bed chamber and as he turned, she sank to her knees again. His question surprised her, but warmed her as well.“I would be honored if you trusted me..." She told him softly, her eyes full of sweet innocence as she looked up at him. So bright, so beautifully blue...like a summer sky, fringed with such long dark lashes that matched the darkness of her hair, which stumbled damp and free down her back and over her shoulders, curling around her breasts. Hhis eyes never left hers as he knodded his head. "Very well." Sitting on the bed he pointed at the otherside, "Sleep there and I will allow it and will place my feet on your stomach." It seemed extremely odd that he would put his feet on her stomach, but Aylyn wasn't going to ask or protest. Rising, she moved to the bed and pushed back the thick blanket. Carefully she slid into place and gazed at him curiously as her body stretched out and her head rested on a pillow.After her day and the ups and downs that it had brought her, she felt suddenly utterly exhausted. A soft yawn past her lips as her lids drooped almost immediately. Vyrdrn laid down at a perpendicular angle to rothe and places his feet across her flat tummy. In no time he heard her steady breathing deepen as she fell asleep. Within a moment or two Vyrdrn entered the half sleep half awake state that all members of elven blood entered to rejuvenate themselves.Four hours later his red eyes opened and he extricated himself from the bed and went down two flights of stairs. Leaving the door open in case Rothe woke Vyrdrn walked into his enormous library and began studying the spels he would need for he day. After an hour he went back up stairs and watched rothe a few minutes then began casting a spell on her.A moment later he watched as rothe began to moan and squirm on the bed as the erotic dreams of him he started in her mind began to work. Aylyn's sleep was a deep one and at first, it had been sound and wonderfully peaceful. Then slowly, warmth spread over her body and she felt hands slip over her flesh. She knew it was Vyrdrn and sighed softly as his breath tickled her sensitive neck and his lips slid over her chest, peppering her soft smooth skin was moist, soft kisses. Her nipples hardened instantly and her breasts ached for attention.She arched, seeking more as his tongue swirled around a sensitive nipple and his hands grasped her full hips and squeezed. Her supple flesh burned for his touch, those hands gliding down her thighs and forcing her legs apart.She mewled and arched again, panting softly as his mouth slid down over her quivering belly, dipping into her belly button and then sliding over her baby smooth mound. “Oh!” She gasped loudly, tense and quivering as Vyrdrn pressed his shoulders between her thighs and held them apart, feasting on her lovely slick pussy.Her lips glistened with wetness, ripe and ready for the taking. Her feminine musk filling his senses. Looking down at him, she watched his head dip lower, his tongue slipping from his mouth and making contact. She cried out softly and squirmed, whimpering as he licked her slit and made her shudder with pure pleasure. Vyrdrn watched rothe writhe on the bed her erotic dream bringing her to the edge of orgasm. The bedsheets wrapped around her legs nearly tying her to the bed. Her skin was so pale against the dark sheets and the blood red quilt.His heart rate raced as he watched a single bead of perspiration trail down her throat and bead in the hollow of her neck. His sex stood hard and pointed straight out. Long and thick, the size of a plantain, a bead of pre-cum sparkled in the low light from the slit in the head. A painful needy throb pulsed through out his groin; threatening to rip his reason from him.After a moment, Vyrdrn decided. Gently prodding her foot, he whispered, "Wake up rothe."He pulled her up to her knees and stood before her. "Take it into your hand rothe," his voice was low and growly. Aylyn woke with a start, feeling a little disoriented and woozy. She let Vyrdrn situate her where he wanted and blinked sleepy eyes up at him. Her body burned from the dreams that had assaulted her mind. Feeling a little sweaty, she shook her head and blinked again, trying to clear her mind as he instructed her to take hold of his cock.Without hesitation, her hand came up and grasped his cock, her fingers soft and smooth against his hot flesh. She sighed, her heavy breasts achy, her nipples tight and the place between her thighs hot and slick, her womb clenching."Like this?" She asked softly, unsure and wanting to please him. Images flashed in her mind still. Their bodies entwined this time. His cock deeply rooted inside her cunt until she was screaming for release. Rothe's eagerness was evident as her hand wrapped around his hardness. That eagerness turned into timidity as he flexed his hips slowly driving his cock toward her. "Yes rothe, very much like that."Muttering in a deep low voice Vyrdrn cast a spell and caressed rothe's cheeks activating it. "This will allow you to feel that which I feel and it will heighten what you feels as well."His cock sliced back and forth until rothe began stroking him timidly. His left hand reached down to heft her breast. Her hard nipple poked into his hand as he squeezed firmly. "Put your hands behind your back as you have been instructed. " His voice was low and hoarse his need threatening to choke him off."Now open your mouth wide and keep it that way." As she complied Vyrdrn grasped the base of his cock and slowly fed it into her mouth. Reaching her gag point Vyrdrn clutched each side of her head and stared into her eyes as hew began sawing his hips back and forth, fucking her mouth.Her eyes flicked from shock to terror to lust as his pleasure mounted. "Good girl, rothe" he whispered. Aylyn was powerless to do anything but feel. Everything was so new, so strange to her and yet ever sensation that course through his body shimmered through hers, making her moan around his cock.She burned, from the inside out. His touch making her gasp, but she held her pose and kept her mouth open, her saliva coating his cock until it shined as he took possession of her mouth.Unable to look away, she drowned in his gaze, losing herself as she clasped her hands tightly behind her back and began to sweat. Her neck and back ache, but she didn't care...what was worse was the gnawing need that she had no control over building between her thighs and making her trembled as she strained to follow his orders to perfection.Sucking air through her nose, she whimpered, gagging slightly ever so often as he became more excited with each passing stroke. Vyrdrn's legs began shaking as he continued sliding his cock into rothe's mouth, his balls slapping her chin with each thrust. As her hands moved behind her back, rothe's breasts thrust forward and up, the taut nipples brushing against his thighs.Unable to control himself any further, Vyrdrn stepped back a partial step, then grabbed the base of his cock as the thick viscous fluid shot forth, splashing against rothe's forehead. His hand continued its languorous journey along his length. With each shuddering gasp of pleasure, his white, hot cream splashed over her face, and breasts.Running a finger along one of her breasts, Vyrdrn deposited the jism on her tongue, whispering, "Very good, my dear one, very good. Rub it into your skin, absorb me into you." Aylyn was surprised by the amount of cum that he shot over her. Not that she had any experience with such things, but she hadn't quite expected all of that. Still she sat back obediently and let him finish off, tasting him cum on her tongue and then slowly rubbing into her skin as he instructed.It was quickly cooling on her skin, becoming a little sticky and felt strangely gooey as she rubbed it into her flesh. Carefully she wiped it from her face and spread it around, then waited for his command. Her body was still on her fire, her sex practically dripping with need...a need she had never felt before.Sitting there, her breasts still heaved with each breath and her body shuddered as she clenched her muscles deep inside and tried to be patient. Vyrdrn looked down at rothe's heaving breasts and her high level of excitement. Her need radiated off of her, threatening to overwhelm him.Almost instantly he was hard again.Despite his mind's knowledge that he should be slow and patient, his body's need ravaged at his control. Bending, his hands wrapped around her breasts and he squeezed gently as his thumb flipped across her nipples."By the end of the day, rothe, you will be begging me to take you," he whispered in a low gentle voice. Aylyn gasped as his hands touched her again, her nipples almost painfully sensitive as she sat back obediently, her mouth slightly open as she panted for breaths. By the end of the day?? She wanted him NOW.A soft whimper escaped her throat as she thrust her chest further out and her inner muscles clenched with pure desire. Oh how she ached for him in a way she never imagined she could want anyone. Her thighs quivered with the thought of being spread as he pushed his beautiful cock inside of her tight cunt and filled her.She gazed at him with longing, unable to find the words to even explain her wants. Vyrdrn moved his lowered hand, trailing a finger gently along the swell of her breast. "Very lovely, my dear rothe," he whispered softly.Stepping around her, his fingers trailing along rothe's skin, Vyrdrn wrapped his free hand in her hair and pulled her head back firmly, forcing her mouth to point straight up. His eyes watched as her skin formed goose bumps at each of his touches. "you have never felt such need, have you rothe?" he asked, voice full of need.Rothe shook her head, and he smiled gently. Lowering his lips he kissed her neck and nibbled up to her ear lobe. He nibbled on the meat of her ear one hand holding her head in place, the other twisting and tweaking her nipple. Breathing in her scent deeply, Vyrdrn whispered into her ear, "You will be mine in ways you can hardly imagine..." Aylyn shivered under his touch and gasped, still trying to regain a decent breath. She wanted to sway and melt against the touch of his lips on her hot skin, everything inside quivering and clenching, yearning for him so deeply it almost hurt...throbbing and aching fiercely.His words only fueled her desire, making her almost stop as she strained to keep herself from toppling backwards and begging him to take her. She thought for sure she'd be deathly afraid of him taking her...would be repulsed and be horrified that this was happening to her, but instead, she wanted more...wanted it all.

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"This is a 1x1 role-play between Typically Untypical & Precarious Fool ---------- Post added 05-20-2(...TRUNCATED)

Under Control

Mech Wars OOC (Saikotsu, cmpuncle, DigitLninja, UnderCov3rL0ver)

"IC thread: ( thread: ( is the thread where ooc questions and information will appear. you may also (...TRUNCATED)

Mech Wars OOC (Saikotsu, cmpuncle, DigitLninja, UnderCov3rL0ver)

The Contract RP

"@The Dreamerx@ChaosPixie { \"lightbox_close\": \"Close\", \"lightbox_next\": \"Next\", \"lightbox_p(...TRUNCATED)

The Contract RP

The Mystical Lake _ IC thread (Pathfinder, kinky bondage fun)

"It's been a long time since all of you have had any kind of vacation. And it's about time you've ha(...TRUNCATED)

The Mystical Lake _ IC thread (Pathfinder, kinky bondage fun)