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Sunday, August 22, 2010

The Forsaken Lords Chronicles

Each night is the same. Always the bleeding same boring life! At times, she wonders why she even get out of bed. What’s the use? It’s not like she’s someone famous nor has much of social life. That was my outlook on like until she met the One.

The One who changed her life. One might think for the good, although she have to wonder at times. One thing is for certain her life just got a whole lot better!
His name is Rallan.

Six foot-four of solid gorgeous male! Thick blue-black hair, icy cold brilliant baby blue eyes, and a wicked smile that can make a dead woman lust after him. His dark skin contrasts sexily against his even white teeth, making me want him even more. He is what she christens the all American male.

And he’s all mine!

Of course, she met him when she least expected to find my mate. After all these years of searching, pinning and waiting closed to an end. Usually she fell for the emotionally detached after a good hard fuck and the guy can’t wait to leave her. Or the classic bad-boy that really is an overgrown mama’s boy.

Her luck has finally changed for the better. They were going to some club on the south side of town. The Red Room. She never heard of it before, but she’ll try almost anything once. Rallan had sent her a bitchin’ little back Goth outfit she hesitated about wearing it. The black skirt barely covered the top of her thighs and an indecent inch over her ass. The top was something a Harem girl might wear; a black sheer form fitting chemise leaving my midriff bare. Her winking diamond belly ring sparkled like white fire, drawing the eye.

Rallan adored her belly ring often telling her it was one of her sexiest charms. He always made a point to lick it on his way down to my aching hot pussy. Just thinking about it had her womb clutching in greedy hunger, and my pussy weeping for satisfaction.

“Oh shite!” Looking at the clock, she cringed at the time. Nothing new there, just running ten minutes late. Fortunately, Rallan knew that about her. She was glad to be already dressed and the finishing the touch was the some-fuck-me black leather heeled boots. Those were also sent over with the new outfit. It seemed Rallan thought of every little thing. He even picked out a white sheer thong for me to wear tonight.

The loud rumbling of a Harley had her thighs clenching in anticipation one of the rides she was going to get this evening. Well, a female can hope. Running out the front door, her eyes greedily ate him up.

Rallan guided his bad boy bike to the curb where she eagerly awaited him, kicking the stand and with a flick of his wrist the loud machine’s engine purred to an abrupt stop. His glacial blue eyes raked her from head to foot, licking his bottom lip before his eyes scrutinized my tits. She could feel my nipples pebble to aching awareness, wanting his clever mouth to suckle her to climax. He had done it before. He dismounted from the bike in a lazy shift of his lean long legs.

Hot liquid heat gushed from her pussy dampening her thong and the tops of her thighs. Gods, how she wanted to mount him, but she had to wait. The waiting made the mating better! Also it made her ache more for his pounding cock fucking her.

“Are you ready, baby?” His deep voice rumbled, much like his reverberating bike had and her hunger whipped higher through me.

“Damn, but I could fuck you right here where your neighbors could see us. My cock is so hard I could pound nails thorough wood. Would you let me fuck you, baby, right here?”

Her nipples pearled stiffly against the sheer chemise, begging for his ravenous hot mouth, teeth and rough tongue. Looking around, she saw no one about, but that didn’t mean people weren’t watching. The thought of someone spy on me getting fucked had a slight taboo that drew her. Other people would get off as she did if she let Rallan hump me out in the open. Delicious shivers scoured my body just imaging it. Another spurt of lust slammed hard into her and she gasped harshly.

“Y-yes…” she all but whimpered eager for anything he wanted to give her. Greedy, little thing she was wanted it all.

“Such pretty tits and lovely nipples, baby. Come give us a kiss.” His crooning demand had her impatiently crossing the distance between them. Her four inch heels left the ground as she reached up for him. There was something wildly dark inside of her to crave his dominance. Never had she ever been so attracted to such a powerful male before. What made him so different then? Oh, she had handsome lovers before though there was a quality of danger Rallan possessed she craved. Usually, the men she draws to are nothing but sex-craved, wham-bam (I’m outta here) ma’am!

His hard lips softened against hers, opening for her starved-tasted tongue for his unique flavor! Oh stars, his essence nearly had her cuming. Rubbing her pussy over his stiff as steel cock, she wept for relief.

“We can go upstairs for a quickie.” She tantalized him breaking from their kiss and began to drag him back to her place.

“I have the night all planned, honey. Trust me.” He tugged her back to his sweet ride before he mounted the magnificent machine. With a pointed look at her, she joined him on the backseat after she put on the extra helmet he had on his bike. At least she gets to tease him on the way to his club. Her sensitive breasts stroked his board masculine back while her arms linked around his waist. Her fingers danced close to his straining penis before she slipped inside his pants.

The dewy scent of his arousal drove her crazy. Her hips ground against his brick hard ass, trying to ease her need ~ just a little. And the loud vibrations of the Harley pulsate over her clit each time she rocked away from Rallan’s ass. It was like riding a giant vibrator with no off switch. How the hell is she going to survive until his cock was buried deep in her pussy!

Her fingers traced gently over his damp head drawing the precum around the smooth crown. One hand curved tightly around the veined staff pumping him slowly, loving to hear him growl and groan. There was nothing like the essence of Rallan’s throbbing desire to light up her life. A little payback for the teasing he gave her back at her place. Didn’t want to fuck me when he had the chance? A little teasing never hurt anyone.

Rallan bit back a groan when he first felt Samantha’s hands go down his pants. Ah, so she wants to play. Just wait until I get her to my club. Then as she pumped his aching dick with long twisting motions that he nearly crashed his bike. Damn, that woman knew what to do to make him want to pound on his chest and tell every male she was his! Reluctantly she pulled away from his throbbing cock when they got closer to the parking lot.

The Red Room building looked like any might club in the area except there wasn’t a long line to get in. How strange. A club with no line at all…she guess that should have been her first clue. Perhaps this was a sign that she was in way over her head. “Um, Rallan …” she purred into the mic in the helmet, uncertain all of a sudden.

Rallan quickly parked and grabbed his leather saddlebags from the back of the bike. Holding his hand out to Samantha, he waited for her to decide. “Trust me, baby, I won’t allow anything to hurt you.”
Taking a deep calming breath for her jumpy nerves, her trembling hand reached for his. This was way out of her comfort zone, but she also felt strangely free. The feel of his leather hand closing over hers sent shivers of arousal coursing through her. Her wet cunt clenched demandingly, wanting this man to fuck my brains out.

“Hey Ral, what do we have here?” A wickedly magnificent man with blond hair and green eyes drawled lazily, leaning against the front doors of the club. Goodness, but the men her man knew sure knew how to keep themselves in shape and style.

“She’s mine, Archen.” Rallan snarled arrogantly, his free hand curved on her ass possessively. “Step off, man.”

“Aw, c’mon pal, what happened to sharing the pleasure of a beautiful woman?” Archen folded his arms across his massive chest, a dark brow arched mockingly at his friend. They shared women for a long time now and he didn’t want to miss out on the woman before him. He didn’t know Rallan not to share his woman with another man.

“Find your own woman, Arch. I won’t share what’s mine with you or anyone.”
Sharing? What the bleeding hell did she get herself into this time? Archen was like a golden god to where her Rallan was more of a powerful fallen angel. Their auras were similar, but vastly different. It was the first time she ever saw those swirling colors usually it was just a faint single shade outlying a person. “Are you two brothers?” For some reason she wanted both men’s cocks buried deep in her body. Wow! Okay, that’s a first for her. Never before had she wanted to fuck two men at once. Wait…that wasn’t her fantasying. That was…Archen!

“In certain ways we are, honey.” Archen drawled softly, racking his sinful eyes down her little horny body. His hidden message was at a loss for her as she looked from him to Rallan for further clarification.

“Back.The. Fuck off, Archen. I’ll not tell you again.” The cold meanness chirped those words like bullets of ice. Then she was shoved behind Rallan’s board back as the men glared at each other. Each was looking for a weakness when she decided that was enough.

“Where the hell d’ya think you’re going?” Rallan grabbed her hand bringing back to his side. There was no way in fucking hell he was going to let her leave him tonight or any other night. This was a special night and he damned well wouldn’t let it go all the hell because his friend was being an ass.

“I’m done,” frowning at both men, she tugged to free her hand. “If you want to whip out your cocks, I’ll judge who has the biggest dick. Once that’s done I’m getting a ride home and you can go fuck yourselves blind.”

“Tisk, tisk, such a mouth, Ral.” Archen drawled lazily, but his cock stirred with interest. Was she as wild and hot in bed as she out of it? “I like it.” He winked at her though his eyes remained warily on Rallan. He heard of males going ape shite over their mates but luckily he never experienced it. And he intended to keep it that way for as long he could. There were too many females to in the world he wanted to fuck, and there was absolutely no way he was going to get caught up in a mated couple. He just like to twick mated males because it amused him to watch the fireworks.

“Like hell I’ll allow any man to ride your sweet hot pussy, baby. That’s mine.” Rallan smiled wickedly tightening his hold on her hand, not about to let his female leave him. So. Not. Going. To. Fucking. Happen! Ever. His eyes narrowed on her as she tried to yank her arm away from him. He didn’t like that.

“Like hell it is!” She hissed angrily, finally gaining her freedom and turned around to hail a taxi. The next thing she knew the world tilted crazily and her bare belly contacted with a hard strong shoulder. There she hung like a sac of grain over his rippling shoulder as we entered the club. The cool air swathed them like welcoming arms from the humid heat outside.

“Hey, put me down, Rallan! I’m serious!”
A solid slap to her ass stole my breath because, dammit, it stoked the banked lust in her to a ragging bonfire. And to top it off, she wanted him to spank me until she came, which was totally ridiculous since there was no way that was going to happen. It never had before with one of her lovers tried it on me.

“All in good time, baby.” He purred softly, nodding to another bouncer just inside the club. She didn’t really hear him but felt the word rumble out from him, knocking up her keen itch another notch. Why was she so turned on by all this He-Man shit? Her femininity side should be appalled, but in reality it was like she couldn’t get enough. What was it about this male?

“Nice catch of the day, Ral.” Ziven’s thick Russian accent peppered each word. A slight curve his hard lips taking his fill of the view she had no doubt of it. “Enjoy, my friend!”

“Why you—!” Grasping with outrage at their masculine humor, she got another hard tap on her ass. Her womb clenched demandingly liking very much the rougher treatment, and insisted to have his thick cock planted there. For fuck’s sake, how lust crazy is she to want a man like Rallan to dominate me?

“I’m not your toy, Rallan so stop treating me like one!”

“You’re so right, baby. However, you are my female and I keep what’s mine. Anyways, I can smell your sweet honey need and my cock can’t wait until we’re buried deep in your tight hot pussy.” He paused to uncode his private chambers inside the Red Room. And recoded the heavy door with a sharp command in a language she didn’t understand. Once she was on my feet, she kept a good distance between us. Watching him warily, she sensed something very powerful she never felt before—with or without Rallan. Her Wiccan senses were screaming at her to get…the…fuck out! This male was so much more than a human and much more powerful than a warlock.

“What are you?” A breathy little whisper escaped her tight throat as she vainly tried to get a lock on him. There was no aura she could see on him nor could she sense anything evil from him. Whatever she felt suddenly calmed the brewing storm within her and she glared hotly at him.

“I’m your male, Samantha. I’ve been waiting… quite a while to have you again.” He threw his saddlebags on the wide bed that took up most of the room. They bounced a few time before they laid fornly on their side.
Wow—warning—warning, Sami girl. This male had totally lost it. Get out of here, now.

“I wouldn’t even try it.” Those ominous words growled deep in his throat as he watched me like a predator studying his prey. The inner locks clicked loudly into place even though we both were standing in the middle of the room. “Do not be afraid.”

“I’m not,” okay a lie but she felt better for it. “I’m getting mad at you and if you don’t unlock that door, and let me out something’s bad will happen.” She could feel my power charging protectively around her like a cocoon keeping his damned control away from me.

“You cannot hurt me, lura.” He circled around me like a hungry wary animal. “It’s been a time since we last met.”

“What are you talking about? We saw each other last night.” The tiny fine hairs on her nape rose warningly like that saying someone walked over your grave. “I’m not who you think I am, Rallan. Please let me go.”

“You were taken from me once, baby, and I’ll be damned id I let you leave me this time!” He snarled angrily coming to a dead stop in front of her. He began to strip his leather coat and his fine silk black shirt. His golden chest was bare and his flat male nipples were hard discs, waiting to be suckled by my watering mouth. The light trail of dark hair arrowed down from his rippling abdomen disappearing at the waist of his pants.

“Really, Rallan bad things tend to happen when I get mad. Please I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you’re hard-headed enough to keep me here against my will.” A shrill shot of reckless wildness rose from low in her core when he raised a mocking brow at her. The last time she lost my temper she nearly killed a person and thank you very much she don’t want to relive that again.

“The only hard head I have is my cock, baby. And it’s all yours.”
A sudden coldness circled around the lavish almost decant chamber chilling her but not her gathering tantrum. That was strange since there are no windows or opened doors. The air ducts couldn’t produce such a bone chilling numbness. And it seemed to be coming from… Rallan? Oh, shite. Oh shite. Oh shite. Oh shite. Oh shite.
Samantha knew his body better than she did my own, but she hadn’t felt this coldness from him that she do now. Could it really be from him or was her overactive mind making it up? Oh my. Great Sami, what did you manage to get yourself into this time?

All she knew at this point was she was about to get jacked. And get her brains fucked out by Rallan if the thick erection from his bulging pants had anything to do about it. The hot gleam in his darkening eyes had her body jumping from lust to overwhelming craving. Meaning if she didn’t have his long thick cock in her pussy (or mouth), she’d die. Great Mother Wiccan save her! In two leaps she was in his arms with hers wrapped around his muscular neck.

“This doesn’t change anything,” She breathed against his lips as she took what she wanted from him. Oh hot damn! The rich flavor of his taste was almost painful to her hyped senses to handle. Her puckered nipples brushed against his bare chest, trying to satisfy their aching needs. But it wasn’t enough! Not nearly enough. More! She needed to have more.

Rallan pulled back from her with a wicked intent to teach me a lesson, no doubt. The bastard! However at this point, all I wanted was that staggering hot organism he promised her. “Of course, this doesn’t change anything, baby, because you’re mine. Mine to protect, mine to pleasure the hell outta you, and mine fuck any way I want…even that tight little ass. I bet no man’s been there before, huh?” He slapped her ass again proving she wanted all he had to give to her. “And Samantha, only mine to fuck. You belong to me. I’ll kill any male stupid enough to sniff around you.” The dark vows in his rumbling voice nearly had her coming, and he knew it by the mocking curve of his sensuous lips.

Although, on some level she should have been leery of what he really meant. Men of today just didn’t say things like that to women. Perhaps a few centuries ago it was the way of the world, but not now.
Stars, to have those lips, straight white teeth, and rough tongue devouring her weeping cunt would be the death of her. But she desperately wanted that sweet painful death. Oh shite, what was wrong with me! By no means, had she ever felt like this! She simply lost control of her own body and hormones.

“Don’t worry, baby. Your body knows who it belongs too as does mine. Now do you want to get on your knees and suck my cock or do you want me feasting that sweet honeypot creaming for me? Either works for me.”

“Ah, such a gentleman to let me choose, huh?” Her legs could hardly support her weight as she listened to him outline my options.

“We’ll both get what we want make no mistake. However, now I think about it I want to taste what belongs to me.” Suddenly he was on his knees, shoving up her leather skirt to her waist and out of his way. He growled approvingly at the innocent white lacy thong he ripped from my hips and stuffed in his back pocket.
The cool air raced teasingly over her bare glistening nether lips. Shuddering helplessly, she waited for his next strike of attack. Decadent moisture coated her cunt spilling down her trembling thighs, and Rallan’s fiery tongue licking her cream from my smooth skin.

“Rallan, oh Gods! I-I don’t understand what’s happening to me!” She stuttered mindlessly losing her will to leave the room and this man. Usually, once she wanted something a force inside of her burned with power until she had whatever she desired. It was like Rallan knew all about it and somehow controlled it. Controlled her. Oh fuck a duck!

“What are you?”

“Baby, I’m your other half. Its past time you admitted it. Tonight before we leave this room, you’ll be screaming the male you belong too.” His fingers spread apart her labia, opening me for his treat.

Her womb constricted in need as his words poured into her feverish pussy chasing away the coolness of the room. Her tits swelled for his suckling mouth, the sharp nibbling of his strong teeth. Just the thought of it suspended her ragged breath as she impatiently waited for his possession. Somehow, she knew this would happen and after tonight there was no going back.

Would he lick her dry or suckle her pouty nipples? Too bad he didn’t have two mouths or possibly another man like—Archen. Naw, there wasn’t a second man like Rallan and only he could satisfy this gnawing hunger inside of her. Furthermore, what was she doing even thinking about Archen’s cock riding her ass while Rallan filled her cunt!

“Tell me what you want, baby.”

“Suck my tits and finger-fuck me! Oh Gods, I need to come!” Shocked at the words torn from her throat, she was powerless to stop them. What a slut she had become—addicted to this male’s loving. By the looks of his heavy erection, he was turned on even more by her dirty talking than she was. Thank the Wiccan!

Without a word he rose to his feet, clamping his ravenous mouth on her aching nipple, so aroused for his attention as he slowly inserted a long thick finger into her wet slit between her trembling thighs. His fervent tongue rasped cruelly over her pink puckered areola. The invisible line linking her tit to her clit tugged painfully and more cream wetted his slowly thrusting finger. Soon anther joined spreading her labia farther, rubbing her sensitive nerves. Her harden little nubbin pulsated, burning for a hard fuck from this man.

“Come for me, lura." His harsh command was all it took for her to fling herself over the edge and into his sweet keeping. Where she belonged. Waves of extreme pleasure crashed over her—lifting her higher and higher, soaring to the Heavens. Strong pulses of ecstasy shook her from head to toes. Her thighs clamped down brutally on his hand, trying to trap him there as her tight channel milked his thrusting fingers—craving his hot seed to jet into her aching womb. Her trembling legs gave way under her, but she knew Rallan wouldn’t let her fall. Oh no, he scooped her high against his heaving chest carrying her to the mammoth bed that beckoned us to partake in a restful sleep. However, her needs rose greatly and instantly when he laid her on her belly dragging her to her hand and knees before him. Her bare ass stuck up high into the air waiting for his heavy cock to fill her.

Oh Gods, how she needed it!

His large hand cracked loudly against the cheek of her ass, the erotic stink had her panting for him. Rubbing the flared head of his penis between her flaming slit, he teasingly mingled their scents together. The coolness of the room quickly changed to liquid heat surrounding them.

“I’m going to ride your tight little pussy hard, baby. Are you ready or should I play a bit more?” He groaned when she pushed back against him, wanting him deeper inside of her. “Tsk, tsk. Just tell me who you belong too and I’ll give you all the pleasure your hot body can take. Just say my name.”

“You, dammit! I. Belong. To. You. Rallan!” She screamed as loud as her panting lungs would allow, which wasn’t much because she was on the verge of a major organism. Gods, wouldn’t he just fuck me? She admitted to him belonging to him…what more did he want from her? Only her body, heart, mind and soul. The complete package.

Finally, his stiff cock slowly breached her slick slot inch by incredible inch—painfully stretching her narrow inner walls until she thought she was going to split. It was beyond ecstasy and pain. This was something she never felt before. It was like his soul reached out for her, wanting to merge together. “By Wiccan’s scared robes, what are you doing to me?”

“Easy, now. Trust me, Samantha.” His low growl of intense pleasure rumbled from behind her. Then he began top chant in the same eerie language he used to secure the chamber’s door. The fine hairs on her body rose feeling his formidable magick reach out to me. Slender golden rays curled around her then through her skin wrapping snuggly into her deepest core…just like Rallan’s wide cock buried balls deep in her constricting channel. The harder and faster he rode me the more intense the bands drew us closer together. At the last possible moment he dragged her back against his him, his hand possessively cupped her tits as he sank his balls deep into her one last time. Holding her there like that, his lips claimed hers devouring me with the sweep of his tongue. The masculine taste of him flooded her until her only thought was to milk his invading cock as hard as she could.

Rallan felt Samantha’s inner muscles fasten like a vise, milking his throbbing penis that was about to spew his seed. His balls pulled up and tight against the base of his shaft warning him he had perhaps one or two thrusts left. A low purr huskily roared from deep in his chest when with one last shove fiery hot jets of thick come shot from the tip of his cock and straight into his mate’s greedy womb—flooding her richly.

They collapsed together on their sides, sweat slicked them as their hearts thundered furiously. He could feel her hard convulsions still wringing him minutes later. The pride he felt for his female filled him with wonder and the heady arrogance he could make her shudder in sated bliss beneath him.
A loud pounding raddled the door, the hinges magically enforced kept the intruder to stay on the other side of the door.

“Rallan! Ziv’s lost it, man. Get your ass out here and settle him down.” Archen spat angrily because the Rager was destroying the place and making things very uncomfortable for the other patrons.

“Aww, hell! Sorry, baby. I’ll be right back I really need to deal with this.” Before he decided to kill an innocent. A lingering kiss on her swollen lips and he was gone. However, not before he locked her inside. Again. Though, this time she was too sated to care over much.

“What the hell’s going on, Arch?” Rallan snapped irritably, pissed to be interrupted snuggling with his mate’s soft plaint body. They rushed to the main room where they could heat screams, curses and one hell-of-a fight.

“For some reason Rad decided to visit us looking for Ziv about something. They talked a bit then next thing I knew Ziv was all over Rad. When they didn’t cool it I got you. I wasn’t about to get my pretty face bruised and abused. How would I get any females then?” Archen could have taken care of the fighting men but he rather have Rallan do it. Especially since he was with his female. It amused him to hassle a mated male and rarely did was there anything else better than to watch a male please his female when she was in a snit.

Ziven and Rad—known as Rad—were tearing up the place all right. Broken tables, chairs and glass littered all over the floor and bar. A big fucking mess, no surprise there. When Ziven turned Rager nothing could stop the male. Luckily, Archen and the bouncers had most of the human clientele out of the large meeting room where clients enjoyed the lavish comforts of a high-price gentleman’s club. Anything the punter wanted he got as long as it was consensual.

“What the hell!! Ziven let him go, now.” Rallan commanded sharply hoping his friend wouldn’t kill the other male. When Ziven was going to pounce on Rad again, the bouncers grabbed Ziven’s thick arms pulling him back.

Radian spat blood from his mouth glaring at the intruders of this dance. He had gotten a few solid knocks on the Rager before Ziven stopped playing. He was one mean son-of-a-bitch. There was no way in Hell he was going to let Ziven have Nixie. He’d known that female since she was an orphan child alone on the streets easy prey for anyone, and brought her to his sister to rise. It took years to learn what happened to her people, earning her trust when she had little. She was a quiet female who loves book so much she went to college to be a librarian. A male like Ziven would scorn a female like Nixie. Nixie afraid of her own shadow and a male like Ziven would scare her to death.

“Would one of you care to explain what the fuck is going on?” Rallan, a born natural leader, wanted to know, one brow rose curiously. It had been a long time since he witness Ziven’s lost of control. The sight of it wasn’t something a male could forget…had trouble to forget.

“He raped a female under my protection! I demand his head.” Rad sprang to his feet but managed, barely keeping his temper in check. The smug bastard howled viscously wanting Rad’s blood. All the males in the room instantly stilled looking at Ziven wondering if what Radian accused of him was true. A crime like that was punishable by death. A slow violent death. It didn’t matter what race the female was rape was not a transgression anyone escaped.

“Is that true, Ziv? Did you rape his female?” The softly spoken question cut through Ziven’s rage somewhat. There was no way to save the life of his friend, Rallan thought, if this was true.

“Not his female. MINE!” Ziven’s hoarse voice forced its way through his tight throat glaring murderously at Radian. Ziven had no idea why Nix would cry rape after they fucked. That’s what it was a mindless riding of two halves to one whole. Of course he didn’t quite remember all that happened once he saw Nix. She was not his taste in a female but there was something about her that drew him to her. “Didn’t rape her, Ral. He’s a fucking lair and if she told him different than she’s one too.”

“Watch what you say about Nixie, you damned animal!” Radian lunged for Ziven but Archen forced him back believing Ziven’s word. He never heard of Ziven lying to anyone about something so serious. He was too pissed off at the moment do anything but lash out. “I saw her bruises and the blood from your attack!”

“Did she tell you I raped her or are you just assuming I did?” Even though Ziven was furious he shock off the bouncers but controlled himself. When Radian first came to him about Nix he thought she was killed and he wanted t hurt someone then Radian blamed him for Nix’s condition, he wanted to gut the lying bastard. He might be a lot of terrible things but taking a female against her will wasn’t one of them.

“She didn’t have too! You scared her too badly for her to even speak of it.”

“So, you came over here to teach this animal a lesson, huh? Aww, I’m touched. Unless she backs your claim leave me alone. Nix is not a female worth my time.”

A startled soft gasp behind him drew his attention and inwardly he cursed seeing Nixie trembling before the big bad animal. Her soft velvet brown eyes shined with tears, her lips quavered just slightly but she forced the tears back and bit her bottom lip. “I-I came here to stop Radian from coming here. Guess I was late, huh? Ziven didn’t force me, Rad.” Those five little words so gently spoken nearly broke his heart. It took a lot of courage for her to come here admit the truth in front of some many males. All she wanted to do was turn and ran away. Hopefully after this she wouldn’t impose herself on Ziven again. She did have some pride, by the Gods!
Radian rushed to her side his arms wrapped protectively around her shoulders, his body chasing away her chills. The deadly gleam in Ziven’s silvery-gray eyes made her want to vomit her dread and nerves. Why would he care who held her as long as he didn’t have too?

“I want to leave now.”

“She’s not going anywhere with that motherfucker. She stays here.” Ziven snarled dangerously eyeballing the male that held her. Just the thought of any male touching her had his hackles rising. He didn’t even think about another man fucking that sweet lush body. That solely belonged to him.

“I-I don’t c-care what you say, Mr. Ziven. Pl-please don’t follow me. I-I’ll make sure to remove my distasteful self from your place.” With a regal incline of her head, she swept out of the room like a damned Queen and Radian, with one last warning glare at Ziven, followed her.

“Run while you can, ducky.” Ziven taunted after her willing to give her a lead before he corralled her back to his bed…where she belonged. He stalked to his private rooms to brood leaving the males to stare at each other.

“Does someone want to clue in me on what fucked up shit just hit the fan?” Archen asked not believing what he saw. Ziven backed down to a female. Oh shite, that was just wrong. And on some many levels.

“It looks like Ziven has a fight on his hands when he claims his mate. Speaking of mates, I have mine waiting for me.” Rallan laughed at the pained looked Archen shot him on his way out. “Don’t worry Archen, your mate is out there somewhere…”
“Don’t I know it.” And dreaded the fuck outta it. What male in his prime wanted to settle down with one female when there were so many fine ones he had yet fuck?


Rallan was quick to return to his mate, wondering how she would take the news that they were now a unit. He knew she was born in an age that the male didn’t own the female or bow down to her master. He was of an old era, centuries older than Samantha, where males were free to behave as males were born too, not this pasty shite where the male grovels for his female’s favors. They’ll just need to learn along the way. Since he was unwilling to let her leave him, he hoped he could compromise with her or a hard life they were going to have.

The doors unlocked at his silent command keeping his treasure safe from his enemies. Opening the door, he frowned into the deep darkness, knowing he left the lights on when he left. Perhaps, Samantha needed them off in order to sleep. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust and what he saw made the blood in his veins freeze.

“Sami?” Willing all the lights on in the room, he desperately tried to feel her essence but it was gone. He was alone in the room. Where the hell is she? She couldn’t have gotten out of this room without him knowing about it. The locks on the door were secure and he would have known if they were tampered with.

Gods, she was too close to her needing to be somewhere he was not. In that condition, anything could have. Her lush body would crave sex with a male and if he wasn’t there to provide for her that was going to get the male killed. Slowly and painfully. Sharp wicked claws surged through his fingers as his fangs lengthened dangerously, hungry for the blood of the male who foolishly took his mate. His skin cooled rapidly, turning a marble multiple shades of white and dark cerulean. His vision darkened to a deep crimson, seeing what took place while he was gone. He saw Samantha asleep on their bed, peaceful and serene.

Then she bolted upright, her head cocked slightly like she was listening to something he couldn’t hear. Tossing the blankets aside, she stood naked for a few glorious naked for a few moments before she waved her hand down her body, weaving a white cotton tee shirt, a pair of hip hugging faded blue genes and white tennis shoes. Her dark green eyes didn’t look right. The fevered glimmer in them didn’t show Sami, but perhaps another facet of her. Whatever it was he didn’t like it and his hackles rose as she willed the warded sealed door to open. She shouldn’t have been able to unlock his safeguards so easily. These were ancient spells he used since boyhood. Although, he hadn’t thought to lock her in just to keep everyone else out. Not a mistake he’ll make again. Next time he’ll simply tie her to their bed! At least then he would know where to find her.

Rallan snarled watching Sami walk out of the door without a backwards glance. Damn, of he wasn’t going to spank her ass a pretty rosy red for leaving him! After she left the room, he lost track of her though that wouldn’t stop him. He would find her and bring her back where she belonged—with him.

“Ral, hey man! Everything okay here?” Archen asked behind the dark breed demon. He had felt the stubble change when a human shifted to demonic form and he was concerned for the female Rallan had with him. Taking a curious look around the dim chamber, he didn’t see her. Could Rallan have possibly killed her, but if he had where was her body?

“Fookin’ great, Arch! Only my female somehow left a secured room of an ancient demon without my fucking knowledge. How is that for things going, huh? Either help or get the fuck out!” Rallan snarled, his white gleaming fangs snapped with a furious hard click. Holy hell, he wanted to tear something apart. What the hell was she thinking leaving him like this? He had underestimated her power when he left her alone. Well he learns from his mistakes and by the Gods she would never think to leave him again. This was a dangerous time for mates not to be together because the female usually goes straight into heat, wanting to assuage her sexual appetite any way she can. That left the male in a killing frustrated rage since his needs isn’t being meets by his female. Oh, you gotta love the Gods for cursing the males of his race to be tied to one fertile female in his lifetime. No other woman would do…actually he would lose the need to mate should he try to bed another female.

“Aw, shite! I’ll get the others.” Archen shifted, all laziness gone from his demeanor. He only hoped to the Goddess they found the female before Rallan killed someone. The rage coming off that male was enough to make him warily of him and it took a lot for him to feel any kind of dread. Rounding up the others in their club might not be as easy as he hoped if the males were screwing. Heading for the stairs, he met Ziven and Maddox on his way up.

“What the fuck, Arch? Didn’t you have enough fun for one night? We barely got out of having the cops called here because of lovable Z here.” Maddox, the resident bad boy, flashed his trademark nasty grin, full of pearly white fanged teeth. He heard what happened once he walked the front doors.

“Blister it, Madman.” Ziven growled sourly, still reeling from his feelings about Nixie and the insane notion she thought he didn’t want her. If Radian wasn’t there when she came he would have shown her how wrong she was. He’d make the time for them as soon as he made sure Rallan was fine. Then all bets were off, even if he had to fight Radian for Nixie.

“Ral’s female is MIA.”

“Her name is Sami,” Rallan groused sharply, glaring at Archen as he bounded from below stairs where the private suites were located, desperate for her.


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Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Once Uopn a Dream

Chapter 1

Devils Lake, North Dakota

“Samantha? Samantha Brandon?” A familiarly rich resonant hoarse voice from her past asked a few spaces from behind her in line of the local grocery store. She was next in line and prayed the determined man would take the notion she didn’t want to talk to him. A large hand tried to reach her but she moved ahead as the person in front of her left with a bag of goods.

She impatiently waited as the cashier tallied her purchases trying to ignore the annoying man. She inserted her cash card through the terminal and waited for the frazzled teen cashier to finish the process. She gratefully shoved her full cart out of the store. One of the front wheels of the cart rattled sloppily as she went to her Jeep trying to make her escape from a painful past best forgotten. Yeah, that’ll happen when pigs get their wing and fly like sweet angels.

“Kayla, where are you?” She grumbled irritably beneath her breath, a cold blistery wind raced across the parking lot and powdery snow fluttered fell from the darkening sky. She glared at the empty black Jeep with a frown of anxiety flooded through her body. Something didn’t feel right to her, her eyes swept the area about her but saw nothing wrong. Although, she knew better than to not trust her instincts when they screamed at her that rotten news was coming her way.

Samantha told her teenage sister to wait for her in the Jeep so she could quickly grab a few things they needed from the store. Now, where did that kid wonder off too?
“Hey, Sam! Wait up.” Dear God, please don’t let it be him! I just can’t take much more unwelcome drama in my life! It’s all a nasty dream and I’ll wake up in my bed.
“Sam, it’s me, Ben. Ben MacGregor.” Like she could ever forget whom that sensual voice belonged too. She almost laughed at the bitter irony of all her hard work going up in smoke when her true love waltzed back in her life like nothing changed.

Of course her luck hasn’t been that great lately. Her sister was gone and her ex-lover found her at a time she didn’t want to see him. She gazed at a patch of pure blue sky the threatening winter clouds didn’t cover and frankly asked God what she did to deserve all these problems. She was a good person helping others when she could but why send Ben MacGregor back to her she asked the Fates.

All she wanted to do was go home, put the food away and take a much-desired nap. Lately she was so exhausted all she could think about was sleep and dream of Ben MacGregor. She threw the brown paper bags in the trunk and rolled the cart to the metal cart holders a few feet from her Jeep. “Now if I could just as easily get my life back in order.”

“Sorry, sis but a few guys from school stopped by and wanted to talk to me.” Kayla walked away from a car full of teen boys giggling secretively. Her cobalt blue eyes sparkled mischievously before she caught her older sister glowering darkly at her.

“What?” Kit’s smile weakened at the panic in her sister’s eyes that were the same as her but darker.

“Let’s go.”

“Hey that hottie’s waving at us. Do you know him?” Kayla waved back at Ben as came closed the distance between them. Traffic outside the store caught him and had to wait until he could cross into the crowded, snow encrusted parking lot.

“We’re leaving. Now.” Samantha grabbed her sister’s arm and dragged her back to the Jeep. She couldn’t deal with Ben just now. The shock of finally hearing from him after all the time that passed was too much. Not after all the months he could of come after her. Things were just way too different for them now.

“Can I drive?” Kayla beamed gleefully excited because she passed the written driver’s test recently and needed to badly practice her new skills. God help them all!

“No, now get in.” She unlocked the doors, frantic to leave before Ben caught them. She was about to close the door when the man of her passionate fantasies boldly steeped back into her life.

Ben MacGregor seized her door before it closed and held it open. “Didn’t you hear me, Samantha?” His breath was heavy and raspy from the mad dash to her vehicle.
“Couldn’t you take a hint, Agent MacGregor? I don’t want to see you or talk to you!” She tried to close her door but he refused to let go. Dammit! She had enough to do without further trouble from this man.

“Yeah, but I don’t give up that easy, lady mystic.” He laughed wickedly and she wanted to slap him so hard he would feel the pain for the rest of his life. Miserable wretch.

“Let go.”

“Never,“ he breathed softly so her companion wouldn’t hear him. His black eyes turned smoky as he thought of their time together. He often wondered what happened to her after she left him one crisp spring morning in New York a little more than seven months ago.

“What do you want, Agent MacGregor? I’m sort of in a hurry, if you hadn’t noticed.” Why did she call him that damned name? She usually called him MacGregor when she was annoyed with him. Troublesome female. He wouldn’t be able to figure her out if it him a whole lifetime and than some.

“Yeah, I noticed. We need to talk in private.” His bottomless black eyes touched hesitantly on Kayla wondering who she was to Samantha. She didn’t really talk too much about her family but the younger woman looked a lot like Samantha. Well, it couldn’t be her daughter since the girl was at least a teenager, almost an adult.

“You could of easily called instead of coming all this way for nothing, Agent MacGregor. Now I really have to get home before the food begins to freeze from the cold.” She smiled a little too sweetly as she started the engine and firmly closed the driver’s door.

“Hi, Mr. MacGregor. I’m Kayla Brandon and I apologize for my sister. Sometimes she’s in too much of a hurry. Mama would of have been shocked, Sam. Don’t you think you should invite Mr. MacGregor to dinner at the very least for all his troubles?” She cautiously leaned over Samantha, offering her small hand to him, and completely ignored her sister’s soft groan of doom.

“Why, thank you, Kayla. I would love to and my name’s Ben MacGregor.” He smoothly accepted before Samantha could object and glowered at them both for making these plans without her consent. She was not going to have him in her house and cook food for him. No way on a frosty day in Hades!

“I don’t think so, you two. I’ve got an appointment with Stefan this evening that I can’t miss.” She already missed too many Lamaze classes because their younger sister, Rachel Ann, that always wanted to stay with her. “Anyways, Kayla aren’t you going to the rally tonight at the high school?”

“Of course, silly beans. I only wanted Mr. MacGregor to be with you so you wouldn’t be lonely after I left.” Kayla rolled her dark eyes as the wheels in her brain planned feverishly. She knew who Mr. MacGregor was to her sister. Samantha could hardly keep her eyes off of the tall, dark handsome law enforcement agent.

“What’s the address?” Ben pulled out a small notepad from his coat’s pocket to take the much-desired address. He also was very curious who this Stefan fellow was and what he meant to Samantha. Did she replace him so soon after their brief affair? He kept his head bent as he quickly repeated the directions Kayla so graciously provided. He gave her his business card before he stepped back with his cell phone number on the back.

“In case you need me, Sam. See you tonight, baby.” The sultry promise that rolled so easily from his tongue made her shiver with an intense, bone melting desire. Did he glimpse at her thickening belly before she safely got into the Jeep? She wasn’t about to wait and find out either. She didn’t waste another second to drive away. She pulled out of the parking lot onto the snow slush road before peering at her meddlesome sister.
“Quite pleased with yourself, Kayla Michelle?”

“So, is he the one?” Kayla totally disregarded the brusque question and the full name usage firing a question instead. She could hardly contain her delight as she waited enthusiastically. She couldn’t believe the shocking news Samantha told her once she got back from New York after helping the FBI on a special case.

“I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” She turned on the harden dirt packed road to their house and refused to say another word about Ben MacGregor.

“Aw, c’mon. I saw the way you guys were looking at each other. Spill.”

“Help me with the bags. I have to leave soon to get Rachel Ann from day care.” She parked the Jeep and took a few minutes to relax her tense muscles from the confrontation with her ex-flame. She thought Ben might have noticed the weight she put on before she got back to the Jeep. Luckily for her she was wearing a navy blue maternity dress that hid most of her body.

“I’ll get the bags if you want to rest. I hope you let Ben come. I’d feel a lot better knowing he was here for you instead of…Stefan.” Kayla took a couple of bags into the house then came back out for the rest.

“What’s wrong with Stefan? He’s a good friend who only wants to help me.”

“Well, for starters he’s not the father of your baby and he’s way creepy.” Kayla shuddered in revulsion picturing him with pretty her sister. She told Samantha that he was oddball when they first started to date. It wasn’t like Stefan was unattractive but there was something about him that rubbed her the wrong way.

“So? I think some of your friends are creepy, also.” She coerced herself to defend her friend that desperately wanted to help her before her, ah…problem began too big for her to handle by herself. He never even tried to kiss her for Heaven’s sake! This was ridiculous and she didn’t see the point in quarrelling with her teenage sister any further.

“What? Which friend do you think is creepy?”

“Listen I don’t have time for this. I’ve got to pick up Rachel Ann.” She backed out of the long gravel driveway, sighing heavily as her baby decided to strongly kick her at that moment. She stooped at the red light outside of the daycare, her blinker winking at her as she immuring herself of happier times. How she wished things could have worked out differently between her and Ben. She tenderly rubbed the spot the baby kicked at got lost in her reverie. She reflected on the day long ago when she brought up the greatly dreaded topic of children. They had been living together for a few weeks in his spacious hotel suite in a ritzy hotel the government was paying. When she was first brought in on the case to help find their man she hardly thought she’d find love. And love him she did.

“So, what do you think?” She had asked him hesitantly a shy smile curved her soft trembling lips watching him from the bedroom doorway getting ready for work. She’d loved to watch him all day, watching his strong sleek muscles rippled every time he moved.

"What? Kids as in you and me?” Ben laughed uneasily as he shoved his feet in a pair of shoes seat on the rumpled bed of tangled sheets and blankets. He sure as hell hoped she wasn’t trying to tell him something. He didn’t know if he’d ever be ready to be responsible for a baby. And there was no way he was prepared for kids let alone a duty to a wife. But the idea of Samantha carrying his baby made him feel tenfold more like a man than he ever had in his entire life. Hold it there, MacGregor! Your job is hazardous for a family.

“I’m not ready for curtain climbers, honey. You’re not trying to tell me something are you?”

“Oh no, I just wanted to know.” Like she’d ever tell him now for at the time she only strongly suspected she might be. Her monthly was two weeks late and she was never late. They had used very method of birth control but it was said it sometimes it wasn’t enough. How bloody true!

“What’s all this talk about kids, anyways?” He knew there was a problem when her shaky hand smoothed back an errant strand of hair from her pallid face before quickly turning away from him. “Hey, sweetheart I think I better tell you a little more about my childhood.” He walked up behind her his strong arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her securely back against him as he carefully choose his next words.
“It’s true I have a fear of becoming a father. My dad wasn’t all that great and I’m afraid I’ll be just like him. No, I want you to listen to me for a change.
After my mom died my dad became a nasty alcoholic overnight. If me, my brother or sister did anything that irritated him in the slightest he would grab a belt and…anyways, it not anything I want to subject to any kids I possibly might father.”

“But you’d be a wonderful father!” She fiercely defended him whirling about in his arms. “You’re too hard on yourself and I won’t have it. Do you hear me, Ben MacGregor? I lo- er, like you too much.”

“And I especially, ah like you.” He snickered slyly mocking her words before his tousled dark head stooped to hers tenderly kissing her. “Dammit, I’m late for work. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Ben? I wanted you to know that I love hearing you laugh. I wish you could do it more often.” She gently confessed her blue eyes darkened sadly for she knew her time was scarce with him.

Ben felt his heart knot tightly in his chest knowing he fell in love with her at that moment wearing only his buttoned down faded cotton blue shirt. Her long golden curls jumbled riotously about her blushing cheeks. Just like she would if he said what he wanted to do to her delicious little body in a crowded restaurant or expressed his thoughts when he was lost deep inside of her wet tight core.
He never known a woman could be this beautiful with the early morning sun filtering through the lacy curtains on the windows behind her. She offered him a hot cup of fresh coffee to him, steam curled from the top caressing her grinning lips. And suddenly it hit him like bird flying for the first time, experiencing a freedom so unadulterated he lost his breath at the same time his heart skipped a few precious beats. This was the woman he wanted to sleep with each night for the rest of his life and grow old with.

Ben glanced over his board shoulder grinning wolfishly from the front door. He’d see her tonight after his shift ended and that was all that mattered. He’d tell her of his love then. He blew her a quick kiss and as if in slow motion turned to leave. Never did he think it would have been the last time he saw her and he would later remember she didn’t promise him she would see him before he rushed off to work.
It was nearly unbearable to leave him later the same night when he phoned to tell her Wiley Webb was taken into custody. He found the file she prepared based on cold hard facts, not her physic power of sight. He read through it while talking with his partner, Hunter about any recent activity on their most wanted man. She had been extremely determined to help him in any way she could every time he scoffed at her abilities. When he stubbornly refused to listen to the information she researched she threw the thick vanilla file across his messy desk in a fine fit of pique and stalked out of his office. She had other problems to deal with other than what he thought about her. Stupid ape of a man, she huffed mutely to herself trying not to laugh at the mental picture flashed across her mind’s eye.

Her knees buckled beneath her and tumbled weakly into a chair behind her as she numbly hung up the phone. Her forehead pressed wearily on her crossed arms thinking only of the pleasure was apparent in his voice as he shouted, “It’s over! We got him, babe!” And the loud party at his office celebrating in the background echoed deafeningly through her aching head. She just ran out of time to prove him he could be a great daddy to their unborn baby. She got the positive results back on the pregnancy test she took a few minutes before. What was she going to do now? Tell him or leave him?

She knew their time together was over because couldn’t allow him unmask her incredible news when he wasn’t ready to face the fact he was nothing like his drunk of a father. And he would know once her belly began to swell with his baby. Her pants were already beginning to feel tight around her waist. She tried numerous times to convince him he was nothing like his father and failed each time when he change the subject by making sweet, slow love to her. She tried to compose a letter to leave him but couldn’t explain why she had to leave so suddenly. Every time she began she would end up crying so hard her shudders made it impossible to read her handwriting.

“Hey lady, turn already! The light’s green now.” A man honked his horn repeatedly, angry that he was losing time he needed to get to work on time. She was rudely snapped her from her heartrending reflection of a taunting past best forgotten and waved her hand before turning into the daycare without further delay. The large pick up truck behind her squealed his tires almost clipped her back bumper in his haste to get a move on.

“Sorry I couldn’t move faster for you, jerk!” She hissed beneath her breath as she parked in the first spot by the building’s doors. “I’m glad something’s turning out right for a change.”

“Miss Brandon, you’re late again.” The daycare clerk hastily pointed out as soon as Samantha entered the building. Her bright pink hair caught Samantha unaware at first and didn’t have the chance to open her mouth. “One more time and your rate rises.”

“Why, hi to you, too Kelly. Pleasant day, I take it? I’m sorry I’m late but the darnest thing happened-”

“Every mommy has a story, Miss Brandon and I can’t bend the rules just for you just this time or I’ll have to for all the other late mothers. Policy’s policy. ” The cheeky clerk smiled boorishly, pushing away from her table desk to fetch Rachel Ann.

“I was three damned minutes late.” Samantha complaint ruefully after the abrasive clerk who looked more like a teen punk than a responsible employee. But who was she to what was normal these days.

Susan Whitmore, the director of the daycare was headed her way once she saw Samantha by the desk. What now? As if she didn’t need another thing to go backfire on her and add to her mountain of increasing problems.

“Miss Brandon, we need to talk.” Why did everyone want to talk to her? Did she have a big lettered sign stamped on her forehead that said, “Problems? Sure, talk to good ole Sam and she’ll take care of it.” If she didn’t know better she would think she’s the popular one in a lot of people’s lives.

“What can I do for you, Mrs. Whitmore?”

“We’ve been having some problems with Rachel Ann for some time now. Have you noticed any changes in her behavior lately?”

“No.” In fact her youngest sister seemed to be just fine. She was such a happy adorable child for three years. “She’s been very happy. Why?”

“Miss Johnson who takes care of her age level has some mild concerns about her. She told me Rachel Ann upsets her class more than once a day. It takes a lot of time to settle the kids and very hard to get back to the lessons outlined for the day.”

What lessons? The fine art finger painting the swell choice for every three year old?

“What are you so kindly trying to tell me, Mrs. Whitmore?”

“No, let me go!” Rachel Ann screamed as loud as her lungs would allow, fighting against her caregiver like an enraged tiger cub. Her sister’s little body strained fervently from the woman’s tight hold. “You’re hurting me.”.

“Let my sister go!” Samantha hissed reaching for her and narrowed her livid blue eyes on the Johnson woman. “If I ever see you treat her like that again…”

“I won’t take that troublemaker back!” The riled governess snapped before she huffed back to her room.

“Is this the kind of people you allow to care for children?” Samantha turned to the director with Rachel Ann whimpering in her protective arms. “I never had a problem with my sister and wouldn’t use force like that!”

“Please, Miss Brandon, calm down. Miss Johnson is one of the best people I have here. She hardly has such a time with the other kids. I think it best if you find another daycare for your sister.”

“Don’t worry about that, Mrs. Whitmore.” She carried her sister back to her Jeep and wondered what on earth she was going to do now. She had a business to run and it wasn’t a place for children. Well she has to compromise anyways with her baby on the way. “Are you okay, sweetie?”

“Ah-huh.” Rachel Ann sniffed bravely as she was buckled in her child seat in the backseat. “Me no like, Mama Sammy. Me home, pleaze.”

“Yes, you home for now, sweetie.” She buckled herself in the driver’s seat feeling very tired. She wished she could take a warm bath and go to bed, but she had her class in about an hour. And Stefan was going to be at her house soon. She didn’t even want to think about why Ben MacGregor was here in Devil’s Lake.


“Did you find Miss Brandon, Ben?” Hunter Wolverton asked when he met him a while later back at the SUV. Darn airlines misplaced one of his bags. They barely arrived from the airport when he was told his bags were on their merry New Orleans. He needed to stop at the local grocer store for some personal items until his bags could be returned to him.

“What? Oh yeah, I found her all right.”

Hunter looked at his partner of five years and speculated at his terse tone. Guess things didn’t work out quite as his friend wanted. He knew there was something between them before Ben and Samantha did. He remembered the sparks that flew every time they were in a room together.

“Did you tell her Webb got away?”

“I didn’t have a chance when I caught up with her.” Wiley Webb was the reason Samantha was involved in the first place. She was a respected psychic with many police forces around the country. She helped solve many cases but those had to do with missing person’s not cold-blooded murderers. And Wiley Webb was the most callous evil man Ben seen in some time.

They first scorned any attempt Samantha tried to help. This was official federal concern and the police brought in a fortuneteller. How the boys at the Washington the office laughed at that one. Two of their top agents couldn’t track a killer and needed a psychic to even get any information on the devious prep.

“Do you know that Sam has a sister?” Ben suddenly asked as Hunter drove to their hotel.

“How should I know? You were the one she spend any time with.” Ben looked out he window losing himself in his troubled thoughts. He knew something was bothering Samantha other than Webb before she left him. He just didn’t know what kind of trouble she was having at the time. Then she dropped the bomb on him when the kids’ issue was kept being thrown in his face. He tried all he could to make her understand why he didn’t want to be a father.

“Are you pregnant, Sam?” he blurted out in one of their many heated arguments, his heart thundered so loud in his ears that she had to repeat herself.

“No. I only wanted to prove to you that because you had a terrible father doesn’t mean you will be.”

He couldn’t take it anymore and the only way to silence her was to take matters into his own hands. His lips slanted hard over hers, his arms tightened around her when she fought against him easily lifting her onto the kitchen counter standing between her spread legs. His large hands harshly caressed down her slender back to her firm bottom then hooked behind her knees to rise them high on his hips. He growled ruthlessly as the pleasure coursed in hot waves through him as their bodies fitted tightly concurrently. His hardening groin sharply rocked against her hot moist core the perfect cradle for him. As if they shared one mind. And the reckless need to make love now.

“Do you know what you do to me, woman?” He demanded to know, his groin already hard as he rubbed against her soft core. “I want to kiss you all over until you beg me to take you.”

“Oh God,” she moaned arching her suddenly heavy bare breasts to his furry chest. She didn’t recall him shoved her shirt and braw out of his way. Her resistance evaporated faster than water on an open fire. Her slender fingers combed through his soft dark hair holding his head to her straining nipple as he lovingly worshipped it with his searing tongue. His pants became painfully constricting as she restlessly writhed against him. “Do you like that, honey?”

“I need, ah God…”
"What? Tell me what you need, baby.” He groaned heavily across her opened mouth waiting for her to come to him. The need he had himself had nearly sapped his self-control. He wanted to shred his pants off and bury himself do deep inside of her she could only know of her need for him. Damn the pleasure almost killed him as she frantically took him deeper…

“Hey Macgregor, we’re at the hotel.” The rental truck was smoothly parked and Hunter nudged his partner from his deep musing. “Hey, what’s with you, man?”

“Nothin’. I want this to be over so that Samantha is safe again.” He had to hide the stiff affect of his fantasy produced his wayward body.

“Yeah, well, I’m sure she can handle herself until we talk to her.” Hunter assured his partner, gabbing his bags from the backseat. “I’ll go and check us in.”.

“I think I’ll take a ride over to Sam’s place.” He took the car keys from Hunter and slide over to the driver’s side. “You already know where to find her?”

"Yeah, I saw her at the store.”

“Damn, if you’re not a lucky so and so.” Hunter shook his golden head good-naturedly going inside the hotel the bureau were paying for them during their stay.
Ben wasted no time, staring the SUV to get to Samantha’s house on the edge of town. He followed the red sport’s car in front of him as it too turned down the same dirt road. He frowned as he watched the car before him turn into Samantha’s driveway. It couldn’t be Webb could it? How could he find Sam so soon after his escape?
He closely studied as an average sized man with chestnut hair sauntered up to the sweeping porch of the lighted house. “What the...? Well, well Sam what do we have here?” He whispered faintly as she opened the door for the man, an affectionate smile glowed on her flushed face.

Ben parked the truck a ways down the road and dashed back to the sprawling white house with his gun in hand. Sweat broke out all over his body hoping he didn’t have to use force with Samantha and her sister at mortal risk. He wanted to know what was going on before he barged through the door and possibly make a complete ass out of himself.
He peered through he window to see the man warmly embrace Sam and lightly kiss her lips. Was it true? Had Samantha replaced him after she spent so much time trying to convince him she loved him. That she thought he could be an admirable father of her children? Something just didn’t quite add up right. He ducked when he saw Kit race down the stairs followed by a little girl and skidded to an abrupt halt. Who the hell was that? But more importantly did they see him?

“Oh great day, will you please stop kissing my sister! You do know there are young eyes in the house, right?” Kit retorted tartly turning Rachel Ann’s head and covered her ears with her hands.

“Kissin’, sissy Kitty?” She giggled impishly her bright green eyes alight with merriment. She pushed away from Kit and latched onto Samantha’s leg. “Kissy me, Mama Sammie? Me like kisses.” Her little pink lips puckered for a quick smooch.
Samantha awkwardly bent down to brush her lips across Rachel Ann’s. “There now you aren’t left out, honey bear.”

“What about sissy Kitty, Mama Sammie?” Her wide emerald eyes focused on Kit and frowned gravely. She felt bad to leave feeling Kit all alone than ran back to her. “Me love you too, sissy Kitty.” She hugged her leg then raised her lips for another kiss smiling when she received one.

“And I love you, little sister.”

“We really need to leave, Samantha dear. We don’t want to be late.” Stefan looked at his watch feeling extremely unnerved with all this show of family affection. The first time he saw Samantha he thought her a beautiful woman and had to have her. It didn’t matter to him if she only wanted to friends, but he hoped for so much more. That’s why he decided to help her with the baby.

“Yeah, right. So, Kit after the rally you’re on your way home, right?”

“Aw, c’mon sis! All my friends get to stay out until at least midnight.” Kit scoffed trying to get a later time than her cure view of ten o’clock. She didn’t want her friends to think she was a silly snot nosed little kid. Sorry, Rachel Ann but this is really important. It was her senior year in high school and there was Scotty Williams. All the girls thought he was so hot and he asked her to go to the party after the rally.

“And if your friends jumped from a bridge would you, too?”

“You sound just like Mom for crying out loud!” Kit huffed dejectedly her shoulders slumped in mock defeat. She knew how to work her older sister when she really wanted something Samantha was dead set against.

“You are sweet to say so and you do that too well for your own good, kid. Slumped shoulders were always a weakness with me. I guess that Scotty Williams asked you to the party after the rally, then?” Sam laughed at Kit’s guilty flushed cheeks knowing she was right.

“How did you know?”

“I don’t give away my sources, kid. But you have until midnight and if you’re not back here in the house, I’ll send the police out for you. Devil’s Lake Lodge, right?”

“There has to be something that you don’t know!”

“If we don’t leave, Samantha dear, we’ll be late.” Stefan prompted again after he nosily cleared his throat. He had hoped Rachel Ann would of stayed with Kit tonight but it looked like that wouldn’t be the case.

“I’m sorry, Stefan. Let me grab our coats and my bags. I‘ll meet you in the car.” She went to the closet and took two winter coats out. She helped Rachel Ann with hers then she put hers on. “Remember midnight.” She warned Kit as she walked out the front door with Rachel Ann close on her heels.

“Sure thing.” Kit waved to them while they drove away and stepped on the porch looking intently through the darkness. “Okay, Agent man, you can come out now. My sisters are gone.”

“Who’s the guy?” Ben bit out between tightly clenched teeth holstering his weapon beneath his heavy winter coat as he stalked over to Kit.

“Ah, yeah. She can do a lot better than that patronizing social climber, Stefan Grayson. I tried telling countless times he wasn’t right for her, but if my sister isn’t more hardheaded than a ton of donkeys in a wooden barrel.” Kit’s gentle laughter chimed softly so much like her older sister’s Ben felt his heart melt. Kit was really beginning to like the father of her niece or nephew more and more. He was a guy who’d stay with Samantha and help her when the baby was born. He had the one thing that was most needed to be more stubborn than her sister.

“So, what are you going to do about it, agent man? Surely you’re not going to let him have her without a fight.” She daringly taunted him hoping against hope she was right about him for she listened to Sam talk on hours about him. If she, a young adult of seventeen, could realize how right they were for one another than why couldn’t they? If this was what the rush it meant to grow up and distinguish “the mystery of love” she rather not. Oh hell no! She had to many issues as it was with high school and soon for college. She leaned against the wooden railing her father built added to the old ranch house some years ago for Mama’s birthday. Life might be bitterly tough at time but it did offer breathtaking rewards also.

“What do you know about it, kid? Your sister’s an adult and hardly has to answer to me.” But what would he give for that privilege. “Whatever Samantha and I had was finished months ago.”

“First of all, I’m not a kid and secondly I know Sam a lot better than you. I wouldn’t be so hasty to say anything when it comes to my sister, agent man.” What was it with the Brandon sisters that they all dubbed him agent man. It was getting damn irritating to put it mildly, not to mention the kid did have a point about Sam. He did want to get Samantha back in his life any way he could. It looked like his way back was through her two younger sisters.

“I think you should stay here and wait for my sisters to come home. They should be only about an hour or less. Come on in,” she waved to him as she headed back into the house to fetch her coat. “I have a rally to go to and my ride just pulled up. Bye!”

Ben watched rather flabbergast as she merrily left him alone in the house. What could she possibly be thinking? He was starting to believe none of the Brandon girls thought much of all than leaving him in the dark.

“Well might as well get comfortable,” he sighed to the empty lighted house throwing his coat on the couch. He reached for the phone to call Hunter and let him know not to except him back any time soon. His keen eyes roamed about the living room and got caught on a picture of him and Samantha together, smiling brightly on their legitimate first date. They went out to a late dinner then a carriage ride in the park with the moon as their only light. What a fantastic night it was then it go par amounted higher as they spent the night cuddling in each other’s arms.
“What happened to us, Sam?”


“God, Samantha dear, you look exhausted. Are you all right?” Stefan said for the umpteenth time in no more than five minutes leaving her class. She should have gone by herself because she was about ready to seriously damage her friendship with the man driving the car. “Maybe I should stay until Kit gets back from the rally.”
“I’ll be fine, Stefan. Really.”

“I would feel much better if I stayed just in case Rachel Ann would need something.” He grasped the idea long ago that if he wanted to help her sisters more she usually caved. He wanted to more time alone with her without her siblings in the way. He spent too much time to give up when he was so close to his goal.

“If you want too.” Samantha nestled comfortably in the leather plush seat closing her eyes to get as much rest as possible. She had to get up early in the morning for work and figure out what to do with Rachel Ann since the daycare banned her from coming back. Besides she didn’t want her there after what she witnessed to today.

Stefan rolled into the Brandon’s driveway quietly as he could turn off the engine without waking Samantha. He peered out his shoulder to make sure Rachel Ann was asleep before he turned his attention back to the woman seated next to him. He took a moment to study the beauty sleeping and his slender unsteady hand reached across to cup her swollen breast. He gently unbuttoned her dress so his hand could slip beneath her lacy bra to fully caress her soft velvety skin. His fleshed heated and started to expanse, his excitement mounted unbearably urging him to lower his head to taste her.

He shifted awkwardly in his seat to relieve some of the strain his tight pants caused his throbbing aroused flesh in the crotch. His head slowly lowered towards her when he got slapped across the face.

“What the devil do you think your doing, Stefan?” Samantha gasped appalled by his underhandedness of her venerable state. She immediately covered herself tightly clutching her dress together in a fisted hand. She opened the door nearly fell out in her haste to flee. She snatched her baby sister from the backseat and ran to the house.

“Samantha, wait!” Stefan dashed after her slipping on the slick ice under the dirty snow. He hadn’t meant to go so far but she was temptation itself even when she was with child. He couldn’t seem to help himself while he was close to her.

Samantha slammed the door in his flushed face trying to calm Rachel Ann from her rude awaking as well as herself. Kit was so right about Stefan she wondered why she didn’t see it before. God, she was so gullible when it came to men. Even with Ben she was a bigger fool than she was with the persistent man pounding on her front door.

“Go to bed, honey bear. I’ll be right with you.” She watched the child scurry upstairs to her room not wanting her to hear the clash that was about to violently explode. She leaned her forehead against the door wishing everyone would leave her in peace. Her hands soothingly knead her queasy stomach taking deep gulps of air to calm her frazzled nerves.

“Please open the door Samantha.” Stefan tried the doorknob but she had flicked the lock and bolt behind her like she always did. His doubled fists beat fiercely against the door while begging her not to be mad at him. That he was sorry and requested for her forgiveness.

“Go away, Stefan!”

“Samantha, dear please let me explain.” The desperation and crazed uneasiness cracked his voice as he realized the grave seriousness he committed against her. He shouldn’t have touched her yet he wanted her for so long he disregarded her wishes to be only friends. He knew she would never forgive him but he had to try. Her appeal to him rose extremely as fought vainly against the locked door..

“How can you ever justify your hand in my dress, you little sneaky jackass?”

“He did what?” Samantha startled, panicked at the furious resonant voice snarled in back of her like a mighty roar of thunder of a vicious oncoming storm that was headed her way. Slowly she turned to face a livid Ben MacGregor, astonished to see him uninvited in her house. If she thought those three little words he spat was dangerous it compared nothing to witnessing it first handed. It scared the living hell out her as she unblinkingly watched his face darken even more as she remembered what she asked Stefan. Then she got angry with both men for the chaos they were created in her life.

“Who had his hand in your dress, Samantha Brandon? It sure as hell wasn’t me and I demand to know who was. Was it that loser I saw with you?” His large hands fisted tightly at his sides his knuckles whiten, waiting for her to answer.

“How dare you, Ben MacGregor! You have no right to be in my house and question the choices I want to do with my life.” She pushed past him walking down the long corridor to the kitchen to get a glass of water. She needed to out as much distance between them as she could. He looked even more gorgeous than she remembered and still was affected by him. She couldn’t let herself fall for him again like she did in New York. Things had changed for her and she didn’t want to get hurt again.
Ben opened the door but the coward was long gone now. He slammed the door closed locking it behind him as he followed Samantha to the kitchen. “What did he do?”

“None of your business, Agent MacGregor. I think you better leave now. Isn’t it unlawfully for you to be here uninvited?” She drank her water over the sink her back faced him. Her heart pounded like a drum as she breathlessly waited for him to leave.

“If I leave I’ll find that guy and beat the hell out of him. And your sister had enough sense to give her permission for me to stay.”

Samantha silently groaned her tense shoulders slumped in defeat too tired to fight him. She slowly faced him and tugged her coat tightly about her. She wanted to avoid this for as long as possible but it seemed the time had come to face the music.

“Are you cold?” He softly asked, his dark eyes glittered his amusement knowing she rather have him go. He had waited months see her again and he wasn’t to be rushed. He reached for her coat laying it over one of the kitchen chairs. “Do you know how stunning you are to me?"

“Oh yeah right! I’m big as a house in case your blind or just plain crazy.” She forced a laughed spilled form her lips as tears clouded in her jewel like eyes. The tip of her nose was pink from the attempt to keep her emotions locked within her. God it hurt to look at him and know she couldn’t have him.

“I’m crazy for you, Sam.”

“Please, don’t. I can’t hear this now. I want you to leave.”

“And I want you. Want to love you until you know you belong to me.” His hands gently framed her face, his thumb caressed her bottom lip. He drown himself in her wide blue eyes wishing she never left. They lost so much time as it was and he wasn’t willing to loose any more. His firm lips replaced his thumb tenderly greeting her the way he dreamed each night he fell asleep. He wanted to sleep again with the taste of her on his lips and the fell of her softness cuddled against him. “Do you know what you do to me, honey?”

The roughness of his voice had her fighting for her sanity not the illusion of paradise with him waiting for her. The promise of tomorrow in his strong arms and to be blessed with the love her parents had celebrated. She selfishly wanted her whole dream with Ben MacGregor because she couldn’t bare to have half of him. At that precise moment her belly shifted against him as their child settled for a comfy spot. It’s tiny foot kicked inside of her and thumped against his father.

“What the hell was that?” Ben flinched away like he got stabbed with a doubled bladed knife, totally freaking out. “What’s wrong with your belly?”

Samantha read the panic in his dark eyes as he took a few steps back from her. His eyes fastened on her protruding abdomen in astonishing shock. His mouth literally hit the floor watching it move again. He really hadn’t noticed how well along she was for he was too wrapped in his desire for her. He never actually thought she was over him and another man got her pregnant. No, not his Sam.

“I’m pregnant.” She whispered breathlessly once she found her voice, her eyes glistening brightly at his complete look of revulsion. Her hands covered her face as her tears fell over the rim of her lids tracking salty down her ashen cheeks. She had no idea how he was going to respond when he was told about their baby, but this absolutely had to be the horrible of them all.

“Is it mine?” He lashed out out of habit whenever he felt cornered as he did now. He couldn’t believe she’d keep this from him. You gave her no reason to tell you. But he ruthlessly silenced the mocking voice in his head.

Okay so she was mistaken. This had to be the most miserable her life has been since the death of her parents and tackling the responsibility of keeping her family together. She had to prove to a court not to take them from her that could take care of her two sisters when she still lived beneath her parent’s roof. She didn’t understand what she had to give up but she wouldn’t have it any other way. God she was so weary of fighting to be strong that tomorrow was going to be better.

“Get th fuck out,” she chocked harshly leaned heavily against the counter. The pressure of stress weighted on her shoulder until she felt older than time that ticked from her grandfather clock.

“Mamma Sammy?” Rachel Ann pocked her head though the kitchen door impatient for her to tuck her good night. She smiled at the Ben slowly walked up to him. “Are you my daddy now?”

“Get to bed Rachel Ann! I’ll be there in a moment, poppet.” Samantha suppressed her sorrow as she wiped the useless tears from her face. She couldn’t bare Ben’s rejection of her little sister when he had a tough time with the news of their baby. He actually had to ask her if the baby was his! What a spineless coward.

“Your so right, Ben. We don’t need a shameful father like you. I’ll take care of it all as I always did. Please lock the door on your was out. Now you understand why I left you so I didn’t have to saddle you with a family.” She ushered her sister back to her room telling her not to fret that she was here for her.

But why not for me, Ben wondered as he numbly left almost forgot to lock the door behind him. What just happened here? He was going to a father that’s what and he was scared spite less about it. He needed to clear his head to think about the life altering news he discovered. The only thing he knew for certain was he was going to help Samantha in any way he could other than marriage. He helplessly watched his mother die and his father turn into a drunk. He didn’t want his child to know his only grandfather was a mean drunk loser who knew nothing about love. No, he’d keep his child from feeling like he was never good enough for love.

“My Sam is having my baby. Our baby.” It wasn’t as difficult as he pictured this dreaded day in his life. The words he said didn’t fill him with uncontrollable terror in fact they seemed to sooth him. He wanted to shout it to the world that Samantha Brandon was having his baby and he was happy. Happy? He was beyond happy. He couldn’t describe what he was feeling but it all was unbelievably wonderful.
Ben whistled a cheery tune as he walked back to the SUV imagining what his life would be like with Samantha, their baby and her two sister. A ready-made family. His family. He’d teach his son…his son how to play sports and take him to watch the Yankee’s games.

“I’m going to be a father!” He shouted as loud as he could into the night not caring who heard him. He drove back to the hotel feeling fortunate enough to have found a woman like Samantha Brandon. He planned to marry that woman no matter how long it’d take him.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Mischievous Goth Lover

The festival of the Moon Goddess was tonight and considered scarce to many who worshiped the Goddess. This was the only night where she would grant almost anything to her followers. Large bond fires were blazing in the center of the festival, shooting flames high to the darkening skies casting a soft glow over the horde. Delicate gray smoke swirled about radiating a pleasant faint sage scent. This night belonged to the Dark Goddess and these people who came here to celebrate her greatness.

I wandered around the different sites with my sisters of our coven, looking for a missing link. My long soft leather skirt silted almost to my hips on either side for easy movement and knee high black boots laced snuggly to my legs. Wicked, lethal pure silver daggers tucked at my thighs, waist and on back in between my shoulders blades. Goddess, I loved being loaded!

“Hey look at the left fire! Isn’t that… Jericho? Oh shite,” one of my sisters nodded over to the large man dancing with a wantabe sister; clinging to him like any man’s sweet wet dream. Of course, Jericho being a male didn’t complain even though he belonged to her.

“’Tis time for my male to be claimed, don’t you think?” My coven hooted me on as I broke away from them stalking my prey. The brilliant moonshine bathed everything in a silvery glow except where the fires touched.

My sinful heeled boots crushed the lush green Irish grass beneath my feet, greedily consuming the space between us. Just then the woman backed up her ass to his cock, rubbing him like she was fucking him. That sealed it; the bitch is dead! I grabbed the back of her head by her short curly hair and yanked her to face me. Shock widened her black lined eyes, and her equally heavy black lips formed an O of surprise. Without so much as by your leave, I hauled back my arm and bitch slapped her to the ground. I stepped over her fallen heap, reaching for his leather corded necklace that held his talisman. “You’re mine and I keep what is mine, savvy?”

Clamping his large hand on my hips, he urged me to dance with him. His savage onyx eyes burned down at me afore he lifted me from my feet, swinging me around the fire. “Savvy, woman. Now, let’s play.” His breath painted my moist lips; his tongue lapped my lower lips before he pulled back. By the Goddess Robes, his voice was the best thing I heard in a long time, tiny jolts raced to my throbbing nubbin aween my thighs.

The thunderous rumble beat of the drums vibrated through us, grinding his blood stiffening cock into my flat belly. The rigid corset shoved my full breasts at him, chafing my tender nipples and the pearled tips of them sharpened into tight diamond hard points. My corset abraded over his naked hot chest making him purr in delight. His flat male nipples peaked, rubbing them against my unyielding corset like he couldn’t get enough. Cheeky bastard!

Settling me back on my feet, he turned my back against him so my back was to his chest. His erection jabbed the crack of my ass and I swear I was going to cum then. I pushed out of his arms leading him to the nearby forest, and the beat of the drums drifted behind us. I hid behind a large tree watching him walk past me; hunting for my special scent as he sniffed the air. I pulled out my handcuffs hiding them behind my back while I whistled for him.

Jericho turned sharply, his dark eyes pinned my feet to the ground. He seemed to grow bigger and taller the closer he stalked over to me, much like a sleek panther on the prowl. Also, he really liked my come-fuck-me boots, drooling a little at the mouth.
“When I fuck you, woman, I want to feel those naughty heels digging my flanks. There are some other things we’ll sample that will make you shriek your pleasure for all to hear.”

Liquid heat settled low in my belly, weakened my knees, but not my resolve to claim his ass. My aureoles tightened with painful allure imaging his wicked lips sucking them.” Back against the tree, Jere.”

“Do ya want tae tie me then, little one? Would ya suck me hard cock with that hot wee mouth, eh? I’d like that verra much.” The back of his hand wiped at his mouth, backing up against the tree with his thickly muscled arms raised to a high branch. “Get tae it then, wee witchling.”

The loud click of the metal handcuffs on his wrists excited him so much his thickly veined penis pulsed harder and his silted head beaded with clear precum, sliding down his shaft to his taut ballocks. My fingers caressed down his chest skipping his abdomen, and massaged the front of his tented leathers. “Ah, so you wanted me to suck your cock, baby?” I purred kittenishly before my mouth suckled his flat male nipple then bit him harshly. Gentle laps of my soft tongue eased the aching sting I gave him while my free hand unsheathed one of my daggers, glinted sharply from the fires from the village. “Be still. I wouldn’t want to nick you.”

The cold blade slowly traced a line down his happy trail to the bulging laces over his large aroused cock. He sucked in a harsh breath pulling in his lower belly, and staying still like a statue. His bronze skin covered hard rippling muscles of his chest, belly and thighs. His ruined clothes fell to the moonlit ground at his feet.
“Get down on your knees like a good wee little lass and suck me cock like I’ve dreamt of.” His rough brogue sent tingles of sweet sweet pleasure to my throbbing clit. Really was there anything more delicious that having a grown alpha man make his demands known? “Show me those sweet-berry tits!”

“What don’t you like my corset, baby? I wore it just for you and no panties. My juices are hot and thick, waiting for you to fuck me hard.” Just the thought of his magnificent penis penetrating me sent me into a frenzy of wild lust. “But just not yet. I haven’t played with my new toy nearly enough.”

Sliding down to my knees, my moist breath puffed across his wet pretty head and I licked my lips at the tempting sight. I put the knife down on the ground within easy reach because there still was a chance an adversary might have followed them. My fingers tenderly cupped his heavy sacs full of cum, massaging his stiff balls in small circles. The head of his cock reddened as more of his blood rushed to his groin, his excitement building. The hot creamed liquid spilled freely from his silted head, running down the long thick shaft to his ballocks.

“For the love of the Gods, woman you best take me deep intae your fuckin’ mouth!” Straining against his bonds, he tired to reach for me to no avail while I took pity on him. Very slowly I licked the salty precum from his near bursting head, and down his rigid stalk. My mouth fastened greedily on his tortured ball sacs, sucking them deep into my hungry mouth. The taste of him almost knocked me to my aching ass, but I managed to stay on my knees. “Fuck me now, witch afore I spend my seed outside of your delectable body. I’m ‘ungry for your tits. Come give us a taste, now.”

I couldn’t take much more, however I wasn’t through with playing either. As I stood my constricting corset loosened and my aching nipples peeked up at him, beseeching his ardent mouth, teeth and tongue. My long skirt slithered to the ground revealing my swollen labia to his ravenous eager demon eyes. That’s when I saw the horns on his thickly haired head extend fully. This is what I wanted. After I devised myself of my clothing, I relevantly stroked his impressively long horns to their sharp points, then back again. A harsh shutter racked his big body, leaning into my touch. “Do me now, witchling.”

Reluctantly I let go of his fascinating horns to wrap my long bare thighs around his narrow waist. The sharp points of my high-heeled boots rasped against his strong flanks like he wanted as my hands clutched at his shoulders. His cock brushed back and forth against my wet silt, demanding his girth to stretch me in delightful thrusts. Gasping a moan, his mouth latched onto my tall proud nipple. Holy Goddess, his fangs erotically scraped my puckered aureole sparking another blistering flood of hot liquid to my nether lips, coating my thighs and his heavily veined penis. Licking my lips, I tasted his essences again and my head fell back giving him greater access to my considerable charms.

“Feed me intae your hot wee body, baby.”

Adjusting slightly, I impaled myself on his turgid erection and we both groaned in appreciation. It took a few slow thrusts to get him all the way in my tight weeping channel.

“Next time I want you to fuck me blind.” I breathed in a soft sigh, grinding his cock in and out of me. The near unbearable tension in my lower belly tightened excruciatingly wanting his hot cum to bath me so badly my sight dimmed slightly. His stroking hardness pulsed against my stiff little clit creaming even more for the blissful climax I knew only with his body. “I’m aching so badly, Jere! I want you to spurt your cum in my womb to make me cum so hard, baby. Please!”
Sweat poured off us like raindrops from the Gods as he grunted with each heavy thrust into me. One…two…three more lunges I came so severely I practically passed out. A sharp tug had his arms free from the handing branch and he grabbed the hard globes of my ass, setting a challenging pounding to my weightless body. One sharp smack to my ass had me coming hard again just as he shouted my name, pumping spurts of his hot heady creamy cum in my womb. Little aftershocks of my climax racked my body, holding him tight within me, while he tenderly carried me to the large pool, deeper in the woods.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Heart Ache

How to say Good~Bye to You:
I’m not sure where to begin since I don’t have the words to express My Sorrow…
Losing My Best Friend was bleak, but losing Both of You tears at My Soul;
I don’t know how strong My Heart is or how much more I can take
Without You (Both) I feel bare to all the World…You were always there for me as I for you, yet I feel like I failed Both of You…
When will my agony lessen…? I know it will NEVER end so I’m not foolish enough to ask
How to say God~Bye:
It is not an easy thing…perhaps because I don’t have many close friends left in this world.
How I hope…pray…You (Both) wait for me to Join You, but for now I must go on
A day will not Pass easily for me
One thing that brings me comfort is You Are Together


~February 1, 2009
L.M. Acton

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Diane and Ray Ashford 2007




I got a phone call this afternoon that my boy, Ray had passed away from a massive heart attack early this morning. He tried to get help, dialing 9-1-1, but it was too late.


His wife of 8mths had passed away with cancer on October 10, 2007 7pm. They were married since February 14, 2008. They worshipped each other and had a great time together.


Ray told me (after Deker) passed that the last months of her life were the happiest in her life. She was a stay-at-home wife.


So now, 2 people I wanted to grow old with are no longer around to share my life. I had wanted both Diane and Ray Ashford to see me graduate from College, watch movies and hang with.


I stayed often with Diane and Ray throughout the years I known them, and we had such fun.


But now they are together again...and they better be waiting for me when it is my time.

Friday, January 30, 2009

First Kiss ~ Short Story

Soft sweet butterflies flutter my belly as my heart pounds under my full aching breast. I wonder if you know what I’m feeling or how badly I want the first kiss…the chaste fleeting touch of lips, breaths mingle sweetly as we take a deep excited breath (waiting in anticipation) before our lips met again. Only this time there’s an undeniably hunger of a leisurely deeper sampling…

Insatiable wet tongues encounter initially to fulfill this open, ravenous pulsing raw need to taste and to be tasted. Finally, just as the lack of air burn our lungs (to bursting) reluctantly we part gasping for much needed breath, and hearts thundering in beat like sharing one body. Eyes meet and lock greedily observing the hot sweltering yearning of two halves met in one soul. Arms swathe about each other for fear we might fall…but too late for the ground beneath us trembled…


~Written By: L. Marie Acton (copyright) January 11, 2004