The Mary Sue Virus: Beyond Death

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Title: The Mary Sue Virus: Beyond Death
Chapter Twenty Eight: Desire and Delusion, Part 1
Fandom: Anita Blake universe
Rating: 18 and up
Warnings: graphic sex and violence, language, anything else i can toss in.
Disclaimer: the recognizable characters and places contained herein are the property of LKH. i'm merely borrowing for the sake of entertainment. no money is being made from this venture. the Sues are the sole property of their originators, Ginevra, Dazzledfirestar, Nanaea, SilverFoxChan and ladydeathfaerie. the concept and title of The Mary Sue Virus are used with permission from Dazzledfirestar. all beta work, plot bunny shooting and ass spanking is being done by Gin.

A/N: both chapters 28 and 29 were a serious labor of love for me. originally, what you find in these two offerings was meant to be one, with limited views into what was going on with each couple. because Gin had given me a kick ass way to end the whole thing. *insert evil laughter here* that's right, girls. evil cliffie coming up! then, later, as i was yakking away with Cat on the phone, an idea started forming in my head. after running it by my partner in crime, i decided that it was the best course of action. so what you find in the next two chapters is meant to be one total chapter. i wrote everything out straight, all the smut and everything else, going from one couple to the next, then split it into two chapters and weaving everything together. flashes of everything going on, of what everyone is doing, all at the same time. until it brings us to the climactic ending. so hold on to your, hats. its going to be a bumpy ride! and i hope that this was worth the wait. and effort...

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The door had barely closed behind them before Aedan was on him. Richard was a very good looking man. It was his attitude that made him ugly. But there was no attitude now, none of his usual condescension or arrogance. He'd seemed almost confused at first, but he'd kept her hands from seeking out all the lovely spots on him that she wanted to touch as they'd come down the stairs. It was as if a calm had come over him, even though she was sure he had to be feeling what she felt. Jean Claude had told her that the arduer could spread with touch. She'd seen it work. And she knew he could smell her desire. Her hands reached for his waist, fingers seeking his fly eagerly.

"Aedan, slow down," he rumbled at her, his hands chasing hers away from his crotch. She leveled a dark gaze on him and snarled, trying to find a way past him. He ended her hunt by collecting her hands in his. When she tried to tug free, she found herself with her back to the wall, her arms stretched up over her head. He was staring down at her, eyes a rich chocolate color that held heat in them. "Slow down or you'll get hurt."

"You aren't here to tell me what to do, Ulfric," she whispered, still trying to pull free of his hold. "You're here to fuck me. So fuck me, Ulfric."

"Richard," he grumbled in response. She smiled at the way his voice had shot lower. The slightest hint of gold flecked his eyes, telling her that he wasn't as in control as he wanted her to believe. "Call me Richard. And I'll fuck you. But you're going to listen to me. I won't hurt you. Jean Claude will not be happy with me if I hurt you. You have to try and get a hold of yourself. Nothing's happening until I know its you."

She blinked at him before relaxing back into the wall, trying to fight through the haze of lust that had taken over her brain. It was hard, but she found a thread of sanity and took hold of it. He must have sensed her struggle, because he held her still but said nothing. Finally, she took a deep breath and looked up at him. What he saw in her eyes must have been what he was looking for. His grip on her wrists loosened and he offered her an uncertain smile. "I'm sorry. It just hits so hard and I forget everything..."

"I understand. Here's the deal. You're going to let me control this. Its the only way to make sure you don't get hurt. Do you understand?" Richard asked, watching her intently. Aedan nodded at him in reply. He let go of her wrists and stepped back. A sly grin slid across her face, then she reached up to pull the shirt from her shoulders. It landed on the floor, forgotten as she started on the zipper that held the bustier closed.

~*~*~*~*~

Rhiannon's stomach fluttered with nerves as Nathaniel pulled her along behind him, his hand clasped warmly around hers. Aedan had dragged Richard off behind her and Jean Claude had simply smiled at them before slipping away as silently as Death himself. Instead of pulling Rhia back into his arms to continue what he'd started, the young wereleopard had given her a knowing smile, then taken her hand and begun his trek down the stairs. They were now in a hallway, on their way to the rooms he'd been given. She didn't want to admit she was nervous even though she knew he could smell it. This wasn't at all like it had been with Richard.

The room he showed her into had been done in shades of purple and lavender to match his eyes, accents of black scattered around. The bed was huge, with thick posts in all four corners and velvet curtains and canopy. Paintings and portraits covered the walls, making it feel homey and lived in. He pressed the door closed behind them, then set his hand against the small of her back and nudged her toward the bed. "There's no need to be afraid, Rhia. I'm not going to hurt you," he promised softly. The hand against her spine began climbing up and down, moving in a soothing circle meant to drive the tension from her. It worked, as did the gently quality of his voice.

"I know you won't. I'm just..." she broke off and shrugged. How could she explain it? She wasn't really sure what was bothering her. There was no way she could tell him what it was when she didn't know herself. Nathaniel smiled at her, then tugged her into his arms and hugged her close to him. She buried her nose in the vanilla scented curtain of his hair, her arms going around his back. Just that was enough to help calm her.

His hands once more skated up and down her back. This time, his mouth found her forehead and pressed a trail of kisses over it. Then he moved to her eyelids, her nose and her cheeks. When his mouth took hers once more, it was with a kiss filled with hunger and need. She sank into his embrace and kissed him in return. Her hands began their own exploration, moving lightly over his back before dipping south and zeroing in on his ass. He gave a soft chuckle at the back of his throat when she molded her hands to his cheeks, squeezed them gently.

Time slipped away as they kissed one another, their hands exploring curves and valleys and planes. They plucked their clothes off, one piece at a time, using hands and lips and teeth and tongues to memorize each and every plateau, ridge and swell of flesh. He lavished kisses on her breasts, nipped lightly at her nipples and licked the undersides. She moaned with each bite, with each flash of pain that came. She groaned at each kiss and swipe of his tongue. He licked down her belly, circled her belly button then darted in and laved attention on it. Muscles deep inside spasmed at the touch, forcing her to curl her hands around his shoulders.

~*~*~*~*~

"You're sure your Nimir-Raj will be okay with this?" Shang-Da asked as Minette led him down the halls toward one of the spare rooms. She glanced at him over her shoulder, eyes sparkling kitty cat green, and gave him a slight smile.

"He understands. I need to feed and he can't do it," she told him quietly as she opened a door. The room was dark until she found the light. It was obviously not used much, the bed rather plain after the grandeur of those in her room, as well as in Aedan's and Jean Claude's. But it was clean and smelled fresh. It would work. She allowed him inside and shut the door, then leaned against it and stared. "I'm surprised you offered to feed me."

"Why would it surprise you?" he asked, voice curious. She shrugged and paced nervously into the room.

"The last time we talked, you didn't want to be dinner for either one of us," she admitted. Shang-Da shook his head.

"I have no objections to sharing a bed with you or feeding your hunger," he told her quietly, as if he were afraid he would frighten her by using a normal tone. " I have objections to being ordered around, as if my thoughts and opinions mean nothing. You are a beautiful woman, Minette. A man would have to be out of his mind to turn down the opportunity to spend the night with someone such as you."

She flushed at the compliment, her fingers twisting around one another. She really didn't know how to respond to that. In the end, she said nothing. Instead, she wandered around the room and looked it over. The dresser was completely empty, the bathroom beyond a closed door utilitarian. Nothing adorned the stone walls and the bedding was simple. Cotton instead of silk or satin in shades of green. "There's no need to be nervous, Minette. I won't hurt you."

~*~*~*~*~

Damian's eyes glowed in the dimness of the hall. Isis could feel his pride, could feel his sense of self. He'd emerged from the fight victorious and he was all hers. As if he'd just realized the same thing, he stopped her and pressed her up against the wall. They were halfway to his room and both were practically vibrating with unspent energy. He gazed into her eyes before leaning forward to catch her lips in a kiss. She wrapped herself around him, opening her mouth to him immediately. He took the invitation and slid his tongue inside.

The thrill of the fight still pumped through her blood, making the lioness restless. She paced back and forth inside, anxious to be let out to run. Damian's body was hard against hers, a throwback to another time. Muscles honed by fighting, a man who'd lived and died as a warrior, he pinned her with his hips and his chest. He was hard within the confines of his leather trousers, his shirt torn and ripped. He smelled of sweat and blood and lion. She rumbled approval in the back of her throat before wrapping her arms around him.

Their mouths moved against one another, tongues dueling briefly before he drew his back and allowed her to slide hers into his mouth. He immediately closed his teeth down over it, holding it in place. She shuddered when he scraped a fang across the surface, slicing the skin apart to allow a few drops of blood to well up. Then he was sucking greedily at it and a thrill spiked through her body. She shuddered in his embrace, her hands reaching for the waist of his trousers.

Her actions saw him pulling back, his eyes glittering brilliant green in the shadowed hallway. The smile he offered her was tempered with the knowledge that they would soon be naked, their bodies twined around one another in the same manner their tongues had. "Patience, my sweet," he whispered before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "We are almost to my room and we have time. The night is still young."

"You were so amazing out there," she replied, hands reaching up to cup his face. The silk of his hair brushed them, drawing shivers up her spine. She let them stroke down, along the column of his throat to his shoulders then over his chest. She felt the slightest hint of a quiver beneath her fingers. "Watching the two of you fight... It was enough to get me all worked up, Damian."

"I know, my sweet. I can smell your arousal. It makes me hunger for you," he leaned down to nuzzle her throat. One of his hands sought hers out, caught it by the wrist and drew it forward to rest against his thigh. She only had to shift it a few inches to feel what she was doing to him. She skated her hand up and down the bulge in his trousers. He moaned softly in her ear before scraping the tips of his fangs across the pulsing vein in her neck.

~*~*~*~*~

"Asher, what's wrong?" Janika asked him softly, her eyes wide with worry. Everything had been going wonderfully. Better than wonderful. Then he'd suddenly pulled away from her and refused to look at her. It hurt, because she couldn't understand what was going on. She'd thought they were on their way to another round of amazing sex. His hands had sought out all of her curves, each and every valley and dip and rise. He'd stripped her bare and laid her out on the bed, had started by kissing her, licking and nipping at her neck. By stroking her skin gently with sweet, tender, loving hands. Then he'd muttered a curse and drawn away. And he hadn't said anything since. "Asher, please. Tell me what's wrong and I'll fix it. I swear."

"You cannot fix this, Janika," he told her quietly. His voice echoed with defeat and despair. It tore at her heart.

"Oh, God," she gasped, fear lancing through her. "You don't want me anymore. That's it, isn't it? You found someone else." He turned to face her, eyes clouded with pain and she knew that was it. A heavy silence fell between them and Janika threw herself off the bed, reaching with shaking hands for her discarded clothing.

"Janika. Mon ange," he finally rasped. She could hear the pain in his voice. "This is not what you think. Please..."

"Then what is it, Asher? Why won't you touch me?"

"Because he is afraid of hurting you." The voice came from behind her and Janika whipped around to find Jean Claude standing behind her. She frowned, ready to tear him a new one for simply walking in on them, but then his words penetrated and she turned a confused stare toward the blonde in the corner.

"What do you mean?"

"Asher wishes to bite you, but he is worried that doing so will cause irreparable damage."

~*~*~*~*~

She was inside. His angel was inside with the demons and beasts. He wanted to charge in and rescue her, but he knew that they would be able to overpower him. That they would find ways to turn him from his path. They would try to corrupt him. He wasn't going to let them. He'd been unable to stop them from corrupting her. He wouldn't let them get him, too.

He stared at the building with loathing and disgust. A den of iniquity if he'd ever seen one. Demonic creatures gathered and consorted here. And his angel, his sweet and beautiful angel, was in there with them. He could still see her pale flesh, naked and pressed wantonly against the demon's flesh. Could still hear them as their bodies joined together. As they... fucked. So base and sinful. So wicked. So beautiful.

~*~*~*~*~

Nathaniel's hands slid from her waist to her back, then down to the curves of her own ass. He palmed them both, gently squeezed them and learned their shape. When his fingers skated down the cleft between them, Rhiannon moaned softly and shifted herself further back into his grasp. One thumb feathered across the puckered ring there, bringing shivers to life along the length of her spine. She wondered, for a brief second or two, if he would take advantage. But he didn't. Instead, his hands moved to once more cup her buttocks and he knelt, his mouth dipping lower.

The tip of his tongue brushed the curls between her thighs before his teeth caught a small roll of sensitive flesh and nipped at it. She gasped, moaned softly into the silence of the room. Speared her hands into the silk of his hair, clutching his head as he dropped kisses and gentle bites and licks to her mons. His tongue traced her swollen lips, shot liquid fire into her veins until she quivered and squirmed in his hold, small mewling sounds crawling up her throat.

She held on to him for dear life when his tongue painted a slick trail back over her lips then eased forward to slip between the folds of flesh and touch her clit. His fingers dipped inside of her body and stroked with long, slow motions that made her knees quake and her breath catch. He took from her slowly, his tongue laving against and playing around her clit while his fingers continued their unhurried exploration of her core. She was so wrapped up in the feel of his mouth against her body, of the way his tongue lapped at and his fingers sought out her depths that she almost missed her orgasm.

It exploded across her senses like the taste of a fine wine, little curls of color swirling behind her eyelids. Her fingers clutched tightly at his head as she shook and moaned out her release. His free arm was wrapped around her thighs, offering her some stability as she rode out the waves of pleasure rippling through her.

When he pulled back from her, drew his hand from between her thighs, she thought she'd collapse. Her knees shook so badly, she could barely stand. Nathaniel rose to his feet and scooped her up into his arms, then carried her to the bed. Laying her back against the mattress, she watched as his eyes trailed down over her body, starting with her face and moving all the way to her toes. There was reverence in his gaze when he finally lifted it back to her face.

"You're so beautiful, Rhia," he whispered. The blush started at her toes and crept all the way up to her forehead. He paid it no mind, simply crawled up in the bed with her and slowly ran his hands down the length of her body. His touch was light as a feather. He skimmed her breasts, tweaking her nipples before trailing his fingertips over her belly and down between her thighs. She sucked in a breath as his fingers ghosted over the sensitive, swollen folds of flesh there. Then he ran them down her thighs to her calves, on to her feet. After lifting each foot and pressing a delicate kiss to the arch, he crawled his way back up to her face, his hands catching her knees to slowly draw them up, push her legs out. He settled between her thighs gently, pressing his erection into the soft skin of her belly.

~*~*~*~*~

"He's bitten me before."

"There is a difference this time. That is why he has asked me to join you." At that announcement, Janika turned back to the other man and glared at him. Jean Claude seemed to take no notice of her temper. "There is a certain property to his bite, his true bite, that can be... deadly. He wishes to grant you with this gift, but he does not wish to kill you while doing so."

"What gift?" Janika asked, crossing the floor until she stood before Asher. There was pain in his eyes, fear that she wouldn't understand. She brought one hand up and laid it against his cheek. He nuzzled into her palm.

"One of my powers is that I can give great pleasure with my bite. If you allow me to roll you. But it can dangerous if I am not careful. This is why I have never looked you directly in the eye when taking blood from you before. I was afraid of hurting you. I... asked Jean Claude to join us. He will help keep you safe from me."

"So, what? We're having a threesome?" she looked from him to Jean Claude and back.

"If it pleases you," Asher whispered.

"I just want to be with you, Asher. I don't care what it takes. I just want to be with you," she told him quietly. His shoulders slumped as tension left them, then he was pulling her into his embrace. His mouth took hers, hot and eager, as his hands stroked down her back to cup her bottom. She melted into him, happy to be in his arms once more. She reached for his shirt, carefully undid the buttons lest she rip them off in her haste. The silk garment landed on the floor, immediately forgotten. She then went to work on his trousers.

Frustration tore a noise from her throat. Asher smiled at her and stepped back, then began stripping the remainder of his clothes from his body. Janika watched until hands slid around her from the back, carefully cupping her breasts and weighing them before a pair of fingers found each of her nipples and tweaked gently. She sucked in a breath and found herself pressed up against Jean Claude. She could feel his erection and had to wonder if Asher'd really asked him to join or if he'd simply taken it upon himself to walk in on them. Then the thought was gone and she was once more caught up in Asher's embrace, his mouth moving slowly over hers while he edged her toward the bed.

~*~*~*~*~

Richard's eyes were riveted to her, carefully studying the bustier's bust line as her hands moved the zipper down. Finally, it gave with a last tug and the hot leather tumbled to the floor. Aedan stood there, hands hanging at her sides, and allowed him to look his fill. She could see the heat in his eyes growing, see the gold expanding as his beast rose closer to the surface. But his hands were gentle when he lifted them, when they formed themselves to the curves of her breasts and cupped them. His palms were hot and she closed her eyes, leaning toward him.

He shifted his hold so that he could scrape his thumbs over her nipples. They hardened instantly and a soft gasp left her. She heard a low growl trickle from his throat and her eyes flew open to find him staring at her hungrily. "Richard?" she asked softly.

"Say my name again," he ordered, kneading the flesh he held with long, strong fingers. He squeezed, adding just enough pressure to bring a low moan to her lips.

"Richard." This time, his name came on a sighing breath of air, filled with the promise of something intense.

"Take the rest off, Aedan." It was a whisper and a command. His hands dropped away from her, leaving her feeling bereft. But she did as she was told. She reached for the waist of her leather pants and slowly undid the laces that held them closed. When the laces that held the pants closed were pulled loose, Aedan hooked her fingers in the waistband and began slowly pushing her trousers down. Then she stood and kicked the crumpled leather to the side. Richard's nose flared as he took a deep breath and even more gold filled his eyes. He stayed right where he was. She couldn't believe his control. She could tell that he wasn't unaffected, as there was a rather impressive bulge in his jeans.

Smirking at him, she turned a slow circle and gave him a view of everything. When she faced him again, she let her gaze flick up and down the length of his body. "Now its your turn, Richard."

~*~*~*~*~

"Bed. Now. Before I take you up against the wall," Isis hissed, letting every ounce of desire she felt for him to show in her voice. Damian stared down at her for all of a second before nodding his head and taking her hand in his. His pace quickened, attesting to his need. He pulled her along after him, stopping only to turn the doorknob and push the wooden panel open. They were inside in the blink of an eye. As soon as the door shut behind them, Isis was in his arms and he was once more kissing her.

She reached for the hem of his tunic, pulling it up to take it off. She watched him wince as he lifted his arms and too late remembered that Haven had gouged his shoulder pretty good. Frowning, she tugged it over his head and threw it in the corner. "Maybe I should clean myself up before we sully the sheets." Damian's suggestion was light, but it sent a ripple of anticipation through her. Ideas were flooding her brain, making it difficult for her to think of anything else.

"A shower sounds like a good idea, Damian. Let me help clean you up," she smiled at him, then hooked her fingers in the waistband of his leather trousers. With a gentle tug, he fell into step behind her and allowed her to pull him into the bathroom. The first thing she did was unzip her boots. He followed her lead, kicking his heavy boots aside while she toed hers off. She turned her back to him, gathered her hair up off of her neck and showed him the zipper that held her cat suit closed. "Unzip me? Then I'll help you out of your pants."

His fingers grazed the back of her neck before taking the tab of the zipper between them. She felt it sliding down her back, then his other hand was tracing over the skin bared by the parting leather. His mouth pressed a gentle kiss to her neck, then dropped a series of them down her spine between her shoulder blades. His hands slid under the leather, easing forward around her belly to draw it away from her skin. She hissed softly when his hands skimmed over her breasts, his arms nudging hers upward. He quietly eased the suit away from her body, down her arms and abdomen before kneeling to pull it down her legs. She stepped out of it and turned to find him looking up at her. His face was level with the thatch of dark blonde hair between her thighs.

~*~*~*~*~

"Sorry. I just... This... I didn't expect you to volunteer to feed me," Minette shrugged a shoulder.

"My Ulfric made a deal. He's feeding your friend now. This is the least I can do after watching you fight for members of my pack."

"I was fighting for more than your pack. But I wasn't going to let anyone get hurt if I could prevent it," she frowned and shook her head. "I guess I didn't do too hot there. Did I?"

"You fought bravely and defeated foes twice your size. You have nothing to be ashamed of, Minette." Shang-Da paced closer to her, his energy prickling across her skin when he touched her. She found herself looking up at him reluctantly, trying to figure out what she was doing here with him. This was positively the most idiotic idea she'd ever had. She should tell him to go and she'd find someone else.

She opened her mouth to do just that, but the words died in her throat. He was regarding her with an intense stare that brought back old instincts for just a moment. She ducked her eyes without realizing she was doing it. But he didn't see it as weakness. His hand lifted, touched her chin and brought her face around to stare at him. "Minette..."

"I'm sorry. This... This is new to me. I don't know what..."

"Someone tried beating you down once, didn't they?" he asked her softly. She frowned but nodded. Did it show that much? His fingers were frighteningly gentle when he stroked her cheek with them. "This isn't a dominance test, Minette. This is two people engaging in something carnal. Don't worry. Okay?"

She drew a deep breath, then sighed and nodded her head. "Okay. I'll do my best. Where should we start?"

~*~*~*~*~

Richard took a few steps back from her even though his gaze stayed locked on hers. Aedan watched as he tugged his shirt up over his head. The chest that was revealed was golden brown and layered with muscle. Her mouth watered, wanting nothing more than to curl around one of his nipples and suck at it. One hand reached for the fly of his jeans and undid the buttons slowly. Her gaze remained locked to his long fingers, staring at them as the worked each metal disk from its hole. The flaps of the denim fell apart and she was treated to a view of dark brown hair that curled tightly up against his skin. Then the jeans were on the ground and he stepped out of them. She couldn't be sure how he'd done it but she didn't care.

Sweet gods, he was hard as stone and so big. She wanted nothing more than to climb him like a mountain and ride him until she either broke apart or passed out. Either one was likely. And he simply stood there, staring at her with wolf's eyes, hands dangling loosely at his sides. "Yummy. And all just for me."

"Come here, Aedan." Richard lifted his hand to her. She stepped forward and put her hand in his. It only took a slight tug and she was caught up in his arms, her chest pressed tightly to his. She looked up into his eyes, shining amber in the shadow of his hair as it fell forward. Then his mouth was on hers and she forgot to think and breathe. Instead, she simply felt.

Her arms circled his waist, crept up his back to clutch at his smooth skin. His cock prodded her belly, an insistent reminder that he was supposed to be fucking her. Feeding her. She tried to draw back, but his arms were tight around her body, holding her in place where she stood.

His lips were warm and firm, moving slowly and surely against hers. She could feel every ounce of his control, his body held tight to keep him from giving in to his baser instincts. She wished he would, wished he'd let go and simply take her. But some part of her knew he wouldn't. She tried pulling away once more, but his grip was solid. Unmovable. Recognizing that, in this, he was superior, she relaxed into him and allowed herself to enjoy the taste of his kiss.

His tongue dipped inside, sliding along her own as he tasted every inch of her mouth. Gods, she wanted him. She didn't know if that was her or the arduer, but she wanted him. Wanted to feel him buried inside of her. Her hands slid up until she could twine her fingers in the length of his hair. She tugged hard, earning a growl. But he pulled back from her to stare her in the eyes. "Please, Richard. Now. I need you inside of me."

~*~*~*~*~

He leaned forward, pressed his cheek against her thigh. His lips left a gentle kiss behind before he nudged her thighs apart. The sink was behind her and Isis leaned back against it so she could spread her legs and balance herself at the same time. Damian's hands crept up the outsides of her thighs, stopping when they reached her hips, and slipped behind her to curl around her ass. Then his tongue flicked out against her swollen folds and she shuddered.

She sighed when he drew one lip between his teeth and nibbled. The prick of his fangs brought a moan to her lips. Her breath hitched in her lungs and she felt his fingers tighten against her, drawing her forward even while he angled her hips to give him easier access to her dewy core. Isis lifted her feet, gently set them on his shoulders even while she spread her thighs wide. One hand drifted between them and she stiffened when he pressed a pair of fingers into her. "Damian," she panted softly, already on the verge. The fight had left her in need, lust singing through her veins along with power.

His hand turned, fingers twisting until the tips could scrape against that one spot deep inside. She tossed her head back, body breaking into climax almost immediately. The blood and power had nearly done her in. It had been so easy for him to bring her over the edge. Her feet curled against his shoulders as he continued to lick at her clit, as his fingers thrust and rubbed inside of her. When he finally leaned back, she was gasping for breath and her eyes were closed.

"Isis?" His voice startled her eyes open and she realized that she'd spaced out for a few moments. She blinked at him, offering him a faint smile. "I believe you offered to help me with my restrictive pants."

"Oh. Yeah. I did." He rose, took her hands and steadied her when she set her feet on the floor. His smile suggested that he was amused by her lapse. She looked up into his face before giving her attention over to the low slung leather at his hips. They laced closed and she had to fumble a time or two with the ends before she managed to pull the bow apart. The lacing came out easily enough, though she'd been afraid she would have to rip the leather in order to get it free. Then she was tugging the skin tight pants down his legs.

~*~*~*~*~

He couldn't get the images from his head, the sight of that scarred demon with his hands on her pure flesh. His hands cupping her breasts, reaching between her legs to fondle and stroke her cunt. He'd turned her into a whore, stripped the purity from her sweet soul as if he were pulling off her clothes. And then, he'd buried his demon's cock deep in her cunt and fucked her. She'd gasped loudly, called his name in her sweet, angelic voice. Begged him to fuck her harder and deeper.

The demon had turned her into a whore.

He'd tried to save her, tried to break the monster's hold by killing him for her. But he'd failed. The evil was stronger than he was and he wondered if his faith had failed him. He wondered if God was punishing him for his sins. He'd succumb to the sin of lust so easily when he'd seen his angel. All he could think of was burying his cock inside of her and filling her with his faith and his light, of purifying her soul and bringing her back to the glory of God.

~*~*~*~*~

They tumbled onto the mattress together, their bodies remembering where they'd left off at before the interruption. Asher hands explored her sides, the length of her spine, the curves of her hips and ass. Janika ran her fingers through his hair, mouth moving over his hungrily. When he rolled them, put her on his stomach while he laid on his back, she didn't mind. She barely even took note when the bed beside them dipped. But the touch of a third hand on her shoulder saw her pulling her mouth from Asher's to stare at the third member of their trio.

Jean Claude had stripped his clothes off and sat beside them, his pale body almost pure perfection. She couldn't help but notice that he was fully aroused, his cock flushed pink with blood. She shot her gaze back to Asher and saw the small smile playing at his lips. "You're okay with this?" she asked.

"So long as you are. I will abide by your wishes, mon ange. I only wish to see you happy." Asher reached up and brushed a curtain of red away from her face. She tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear and felt herself blushing. She was unwilling to admit that she found the Master of the City gorgeous and fascinating, that the thought of being allowed to touch him thrilled her. But she'd never thought she'd get a chance to act on it.

"I just want you happy, Asher," she replied quietly, then leaned down and kissed his lips once again. He smiled at her, a soft and gentle expression that made her heart ache.

"I am happy because I am with you," he replied. Then his hands stroked all over her body, touching every last inch of flesh they could reach. A second pair of hands joined Asher's, echoed his trail, following the same path until she writhed and moaned and wanted more. She had to touch them in return.

Janika untangled herself from Asher's hold and sat up, her gaze moving from one man to the other over and over. Then she reached out with both hands, settled them on their chests, and started trailing them down toward their groins. Both men hitched their breaths, bodies going tense with anticipation. They shuddered when her hands curled around their cocks and began stroking.

~*~*~*~*~

Minette's question saw him smirking and she flushed when she realized what it sounded like. Damn her nerves. "How about here?" he asked her quietly, then leaned forward and took her mouth with his own. The kiss was soft and gentle. She hadn't been expecting it and she was left floundering for a few moments until common sense told her to slip her arms around his shoulders. When she did, he wrapped his around her waist and drew her closer.

His body was hard and solid against hers, muscular and lean. She was surprised to feel tell-tale evidence of arousal already. She didn't know if it was her or the fight. All of that power had done weird things to her, too, though she had to wonder if that was bleed over from Jean Claude. Shang-Da's hands skimmed down her back, shaping her body to his. He stroked over her ass, cupping the cheeks and pressing her groin to his. She couldn't hold back the gasp that rolled up her throat at the action.

He pulled back first and scented the air. She watched as his nostrils flared briefly, then he shook his head. "Not quite yet. I think a little more kissing before I start stripping your clothes off of you." Almost before she could register his words, his mouth claimed hers again, his lips moving slowly, with a great deal of patience and skill, over her own. She felt the heat flush her body, felt moisture gather between her thighs. Not that she hadn't been wet before. The arduer had arisen and demanded that she feed it. It didn't care with whom she chose to do so. She'd responded to that need, her nipples peaking in her top while the crotch of her panties grew damp with her own moisture. But it had only done a cursory job, as if it wasn't quite sure it was going to make an appearance.

With his hands touching her, with his body against hers, every part of her responded. Her body flooded with moisture and she felt it pool between her thighs. Again, his hands stroked her back gently, fingers dancing lightly over the leather she wore. As his mouth slanted more firmly over hers, she moved into him and tightened her hold on him. His fingers played with the zipper at the back of her leather top for a moment or two, then pulled the tab down until the garment hung loose around her torso. He inched back far enough to allow the leather top to drop to the floor. It hit with a dull thud and his hands went to work almost immediately on her pants.

They'd cleaned up before starting but the scent of blood still hung on them both. The leopard prowling inside of her responded, pacing restlessly back and forth. She didn't know if Shang-Da's wolf was doing the same thing. If so, he gave no indication. Instead, he simply tugged at the laces on her leather pants before breaking their kiss to shove them to the floor. They got tangled in her boots and she was honestly shocked when he knelt and began working the laces on them. "I can do that."

"I know you can. Just relax, Minette. Let me take care of you."

~*~*~*~*~

"You're not ready," Richard growled. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Aedan wiggled from his embrace and sashayed her way across the floor to the bed. He turned to keep an eye on her, his eyes locked to her frame as she crawled up on the bed on all fours. She knew he was watching her because she looked back at him and saw him. She gave her ass a shake, earning her another growl. Her common sense said she was being stupid, but she didn't quite find it in herself to care. She just knew that everything was pushed aside because of the hunger. The need.

Settling herself on the bed on her back, she propped herself up on one elbow so she could see him. She spread her legs, planting her feet in the mattress so that he had a perfect view of what she was about to do. She let a hand skim down over a breast and across her belly before it crept between her thighs. She used two fingers to gently spread the swollen folds of her nether lips so that he could get a good look. Then she let them go and very slowly pressed those same two fingers into her body.

It felt good, but it wasn't enough. Not thick enough, not long enough, not hard enough. She kept her gaze on him, watched him watching her as she slowly drew her fingers out before pushing them back in. Every few thrusts, she'd press the heel of her hand against her clit hard. Her hips bucked up in response to each hint of pressure, gasps tearing from her throat at irregular intervals.

She was so close. She knew her body, how easy it was to bring herself to her climax. It never took long. Ever. The tension was already building, her muscles tightening and quivering all at the same time. Just a few more strokes, another touch or two to her clit and she'd explode. She wanted it and needed it. She was right on the very edge.

His hand curled around her wrist and pulled her fingers from her body. She hadn't even known he'd moved. Her eyes had closed of their own accord. But the touch of his hand, the heated feel of his fingers imprisoning her wrist brought them open so that she stared at him. He was looking down at her, lungs working as he drew the scent of her arousal into his nose. She watched, fascinated, as he lifted her hand to his face. After a deep breath, he wrapped his lips around the two fingers that glistened and sucked them into his mouth.

~*~*~*~*~

Damian's shaft was flushed pink with blood, standing firm and erect as it jutted from his groin. Isis smirked up at him before one hand curled around the base. The other reached for his balls, carefully caressing them as she began licking and sucking at the underside of his cock. He sucked in a breath, the sound audible in the stillness of the bathroom, then his hands settled themselves on her shoulders. Isis rolled her eyes up to look at him. He had his head thrown back and she could see that his eyes were closed.

She paid homage to his manhood, licking and sucking at it for several long moments. When she finally wrapped her lips around the head, he groaned softly and his hips snapped forward. She shifted her hands to his hips to steady herself before giving herself over to pleasuring him.

He stretched her mouth and she had to move slowly in order to allow her throat to adjust to the feel of his shaft as it slipped further and further down. His legs quivered, each breath hitching before he fully drew it in. She made a humming sound of appreciation that vibrated up his length and brought out a groan. Then his fingers were gently pushing her back, away from him and his glorious erection. She blinked up at him innocently. "No more, Isis. I will not be able to properly pleasure you should you continue."

"But you did pleasure me," she pointed out, her hand returning to curl around his shaft. She gave a couple of strokes that dragged a hiss from his throat. His fingers wrapped around her wrist.

"There is much more to come, my sweet. And you will cease teasing me so. Let us clean up and then I will spend the rest of the night showing you the finest pleasure."

Isis let him pull her to her feet by the wrist. He kicked his pants away and turned to the shower. He let go of her and reached out to twist both knobs on. One hand remained under the spray, testing the temperature until he deemed it just right, then he faced her again. His hands reached for her and she went easily, allowing him to pull her into the stall with him.

~*~*~*~*~

Lust shuddered through Janika, hard and hot and thick. She felt Asher jerk beneath her and blinked down at him. His eyes were open wide, locked on Jean Claude's face. He looked as if he couldn't believe what was happening. The other man stared back, gaze filled with apology. She didn't understand what was going on, but it didn't matter. She simply wanted to touch them and be touched in return. Wanted to feel them both pressed to her skin and buried inside of her.

Things happened so fast, she couldn't really be sure who did what. One second, she was sitting up, stroking both men. The next, she was on her stomach, laid over Asher while he kissed her. One hand was on the back of her head, the other caught between their bodies and her thighs, his fingers stroking into her moist heat. Lips pressed her back, one hand reaching around the side to stroke the outer swell of her breast. The other joined Asher's, his fingers sliding in and out of her body with intent and purpose.

It only took a few moments for the two of them to bring her to completion. Her orgasm raced through her and saw her sagging against the man beneath her, limbs shuddering as she tried to catch her breath. "I am sorry, mon ange. I wanted this night to be special. But I cannot help myself. I will make it up to you later. I promise."

"What are you?..." She never got to finish her sentence. Instead, she was lifted up by Jean Claude. Asher's hands helped position her, then she was being lowered down on top of his throbbing erection. Janika cried out as she settled down over his length. He pulled her to him, took her lips in a kiss that held apology and promise. His hands covered her hips, helped shift her against him. She only vaguely heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing.

Moments later, her body tensed when she felt the press of a finger against her backside, something cold and slippery coating it. "Relax, Janika. I will not hurt you," Jean Claude murmured behind her. Something in his voice drew the tension from her body and saw her easing back down over Asher. The finger pressed deep and stroked slowly. She sighed, moving herself against both intruding body parts. Soon, a second finger joined the first. Then a third. She realized then what was happening and gave herself over to both of them.

Asher's hands curled around her hips and brought her to a stop. She looked down into his eyes and saw regret there. Leaning forward, she offered him a soft smile before pressing a kiss to his lips. "Don't feel bad, Asher. Its okay. I don't mind."

"You are sure?" he whispered, hands reaching up to brush her hair from her face. She nodded at him. She was more than sure. "I wanted this evening to be perfect. I want you to know the pure ecstasy I can give you. I have no wish to harm you. I was not aware that Jean Claude would bring the arduer with him."

~*~*~*~*~

"Nathaniel," Rhiannon whispered, her hands tracing patterns across his back, over his shoulders and around his chest. She leaned up, catching one of his nipples between lips and teeth, where she worried and sucked at it. He shuddered against her, his breath easing from his body on a ragged sigh. She switched to the other nipple, lavished it with the same treatment as its twin. When she pulled back to look at him, his eyes were as dark as amethysts, glinting at her like the most precious of gems. "If either of us is beautiful, its you. So beautiful," she frowned at him lightly. "Too beautiful for me."

He shook his head at her, leaned down to capture her mouth for a hard, punishing kiss that left her gasping for air and wishing for more. "No," he told her, hands once more trailing across her body, molding and shaping to her curves. "Don't ever think you aren't beautiful. So beautiful."

She opened her mouth to speak, but he pressed another kiss to it, effectively silencing her. When he lifted his head and looked down at her, his lips were turned up in a soft smile. "No more talking, Rhia. I'm going to love you now. For as long as I can. Later, I'll love you more. I want to spend all night mapping your body, learning your every hill and valley. I want to memorize the sound of each of your sighs, each of your moans and groans. Everyone of them. All the different noises of pleasure. I want to know them all."

Something she hadn't felt in a long time speared into her, bringing a soft gasp to her throat. Warmth spread through her, bringing with it a sense of homecoming and the joy of belonging. The last time she'd felt this way had been that fateful night with Jeremy. When he'd asked her to marry him and then died. She'd sworn she'd never find anyone who'd be able to make her feel such things again. And she'd been so wrong.

He lifted himself up off of her, staring down at her as if she were some fine piece of art that he didn't want to destroy. Or as if he were an artist, creating something amazing. He shifted her legs a little further apart, his hand trailing lightly against her lips once more. Slowly, so very slowly, he slid a pair of fingers into her, stroked in and out at a leisurely pace for several long seconds. Finally, he drew his hand back and showed her the pair of them, how they glistened in the light. Then he dropped his hand to his erection, smeared her moisture along the length. She groaned softly as she watched him do it again and again and again until he'd covered his entire shaft with her body's juices. Then he lifted that same hand to his face, inhaled deeply, and sucked both digits into his mouth. She almost came at the sight of it, at the sensual way he licked them clean.

He was going to kill her. And she was going to die happy.

~*~*~*~*~

"Oh god!" Aedan moaned, the sound long and low in her throat. Richard licked at each finger, carefully sucked at them until he was sure he'd cleaned away every last trace of her dewy essence. Then he pulled the two digits from his mouth with a pop and laid her arm across her belly. His hands grasped her hips and lifted them from the bed. She saw what he was going to do and hurried to plant her other elbow in the mattress.

It took so little for him to raise her hips to his mouth. She found herself with only her shoulders and her head against the mattress, her arms the only things offering her stability. Without being told, she wrapped her legs around his head and watched as he buried his face between her thighs. His tongue slid out and touched her flesh, sending a bolt of hot, liquid need through her. She wanted to close her eyes and sink into the bed, wanted to relish this moment. But his eyes held hers, the golden hue of them as hypnotic as any vampire's.

His tongue lavished rich attention to her clit, licking and flicking it with deadly intent. The position he held her in didn't allow for squirming. The only thing she could do was tighten her thighs against the sides of his head, squeezing down as he brought her nearer and nearer the edge with the skill of his tongue. A fine tremor ran through her limbs, a precursor to her orgasm. She rocked her hips against his face, silently begging for more.

It was right there. She was right on the cusp, ready to explode with one single touch. Eyes still trained on her, Richard shifted her just a bit higher and drove his tongue into her body. He slid one arm under her to offer her lower back support. The other hand slid up so that his fingers could work her clit. The very moment he touched the tiny nub of sensitized flesh, her hands curled into the bedding and her back arched. A low cry rolled up her throat to fill the room as her orgasm burst over her. Her body went rigid in his hold, ribbons and streamers of colored light playing across her vision.

He held her tight while she twitched and moaned, waiting patiently for her to come back to herself. When she did, she found him still watching her. There was a sense of anticipation to him that she couldn't miss. Her eyes were locked to him as he lifted his mouth and moved it higher. The fingers that had not so long ago been on her clit slipped into her as deep as they could go, stroked in and out with long, slow motions that brought the tension back with a sudden snap that left her breathless. His mouth dropped and covered her clit, began sucking on the bundle of nerves hard.

Her hands clawed at the bedding, chest heaving as she gasped for breath. He drew on her flesh, pressed his fingers deep, drove higher her need to climax once more. Again, his eyes were locked with hers, holding her captive with them, watching her. He pulled on her clit hard, shoved his fingers deep. Aedan nearly screamed this time, her body clenched down hard around him as she came. "Richard, please." she gasped hoarsely.

~*~*~*~*~

She was inside at the very moment, copulating with the demons again. He could just see them, their pale hands stroking her succulent flesh, their cocks finding each and every one of her luscious holes and filling her. Fucking her cunt and her ass and her mouth. Taking her again and again.

No! She was his. They had no right to take her from him. No right to taste the sweetness of her flesh. That was his right. He was the only one allowed to fuck her, to drive his hard cock into her soft, wet cunt and make her cry out, make her beg for more. Make her love him.

He grunted, sin taking him once more. His groin ached, cock hard and eager for her. His hand slipped into his pants and he grasped himself. He didn't care if it was a sin. He had to touch himself, had to feel...

~*~*~*~*~

Isis slid the frosted glass door shut behind them and allowed him to nudge her under the spray. The water was almost hot enough to scald, but it felt good on the tense muscles in her shoulders and back. She hadn't realized that she was that wound up and thought it must have been worse if her orgasm earlier hadn't eased it any. Damian ran his hands over her skin before he picked up the shampoo and squeezed a small amount out into his palm. Then he spun her around and began lathering up her hair.

He treated her to the works, shampooing and conditioning her hair before smoothing body wash over her skin with the scrubber. When he was done, he leaned down and pressed kisses to her eyelids and her nose, along her cheeks and chin, then on her lips. She wanted to deepen the kiss, but he pulled back before she could do so. Instead, he ducked around her and put his back to the spray. Smiling, she stepped back so she could watch the water cascade over him.

Blood from his numerous wounds painted the water red first, then pink as it most of it cleared away. Some of the smaller cuts were already healed over, not even a scar to mark where they'd been. The larger ones, like the gouges on his shoulder, were closing but much slower. She leaned in and licked softly at the torn flesh, catching a drop or two of his blood on the end of her tongue. He shuddered at the touch, hands clenching into fists at his sides as he fought with himself. She gave him an innocent smile and stepped back to watch as he shampooed his hair.

When he was done washing and rinsing his hair, Isis scooped up the body wash and squirted some into her hand. Setting the bottle down, she rubbed her hands together to work up a lather. Then she began smoothing the bubbles over his skin. Her fingers started at his shoulder, careful to miss the claw marks, before gliding down over his chest. He hissed softly when her fingers flicked his nipples. She continued on, dragging her nails across the flat planes of his belly. When she began lathering up his erection, he reached out and put a hand against the wall to steady himself.

"Isis..." he groaned. She saw the tension in his muscles as he tried to control himself. She let go of his cock and moved her hands down over his thighs. He stared down at her, watching her as she spread the suds over his shins and down to his feet.

"Turn," she commanded softly. He did, his hair flowing down his back like a river of blood. She started at his heels, working her way up his calves and the backs of his thighs. She bit his ass before lathering it up, pressing nibbling kisses to his spine while she dragged her hands up toward his neck. When she had him lathered up, she slid her hands back around his waist and let the water hit them, rinsing away the last of the soap on them. Then she reached for his shaft again, fingers tweaking and stroking the rigid flesh. He groaned long and loud.

~*~*~*~*~

Minette fell silent and watched as Shang-Da lifted her foot before pulling the boot from it. He repeated the process with the other foot, then tugged the pants from around her ankles. He'd taken her panties with, so she stood there in nothing. His eyes raked over her from head to toe and a slow smile spread across his face. She smiled back, felt some of the tension melt out of her. Felt the arduer sit up and take notice.

The moment his hands cupped her breasts, all of her insecurities were gone. Minette let her eyes fall closed, let herself simply feel. Shang-Da's hands were soft and gentle as they touched her. His thumbs stroked across the peaked tips, drawing shivers up and down her spine while the need spread through her slowly, in thick fingers. Like honey that had been warmed up. She sighed and leaned into him, her hands seeking out his chest. Absently, she began toying with the buttons on the shirt he'd worn, fingers easing the small disks from their holes with slow motions.

The garment fell open and her fingers smoothed over his chest, following the lines of his muscles and ribs as she memorized every inch of flesh she could with her hands. He rumbled his approval and began exploring her curves. His hands moved slowly, gliding over her quivering belly before seeking out the flare of her hips. She raked her nails lightly over the ridges of his six pack, down toward his waist, before letting them climb back up to his pecs. There, she teased his nipples with her fingers, tweaking and pulling at them gently.

A sigh rolled up her throat when his touch moved around so that he could cup her ass cheeks in his palms. Very slowly, he propelled her forward until she was pressed up against him again, her arms caught between the two of them. Minette shivered and looked up into his eyes. They were dark with need, glinting in the light. She lifted up on tip-toe and took his mouth with hers. Lips locked together, he began walking her toward the bed. When her legs hit the edge, he broke the kiss and gave a push, spilling her across the bedding with her arms and legs spread in a lewd, inviting display.

As if he felt he'd played enough, he reached for the fly of his pants, quickly working the button free and pulling the zipper down. He shed his clothes quickly, quietly, then stood at the edge of the bed so that she could look her fill of him. She started with his face, taking in the angles of his cheekbones and the slightly sensual curve of his mouth. The strength of his chin. The column of his throat was slender despite the chording of muscles and tendons. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, his chest filled with well formed muscles. His abdomen was flat with a neat indentation where his belly button sat. More muscle shaped and defined his arms and legs.

Though he wasn't a walking slab of muscles, there was no mistaking that he was all man and brimming with strength.

~*~*~*~*~

Nathaniel stared down at her while adjusting her legs into a position he liked more. His eyes were dark with heat and need, with passion and desire. Her body responded, flooding with pleasure and longing. He tilted her hips with one hand, the other grasping his length to position himself at her entrance. The moment he had the head of his cock between her nether lips, the hand that had held it moved to her hip and helped hold her steady. He slid into her slowly, easing his way until he was fully buried inside of her. Rhiannon moaned softly, her hips arching up into his.

He settled down on top of her, taking her mouth in a heated kiss once again. She wrapped her arms around him, fingers sliding into his hair and curling around the silken locks. His tongue delved into her mouth, gliding along hers as he tasted every inch of the moist cavern. Her own unique flavor danced along her taste buds, teasing and enticing her. She twined her legs around his waist and held him close. "You feel amazing," she told him, pulling back so that she could look into his beautiful lilac eyes.

"Its only just started, Rhia. Its only going to get better."

His lips claimed hers again. At the same time, his hips shifted. He pulled back, a slow motion that sent shivers up her spine. Then he slid forward and pushed himself deep. She moaned into his mouth, a riot of pleasure rushing through her. Her mind raced, unable to believe that she was there in his bed, her body wrapped tightly around his. That he was inside of her, stroking her body with his, bringing desire bubbling to the surface. That this was real. That she'd been blessed with the opportunity.

Their tongues twisted and twirled against one another, dancing an erotic dance of promise that only sent more pulses of pure golden desire slipping through her veins. Nathaniel moved slowly, in and out as if they had all the time in the world. Perhaps they did. Her hips rocked in time with his, arching again and again as he thrust himself into her.

He was killing her with his snail-like tempo, making her moan loudly, making her writhe against him as her body sought more. More friction, more heat... More everything. He was going to make her lose her mind if he continued like this, make her beg and plead with him for just a little more.

He drew back, stared down into her eyes as he moved against her. Sweat gathered along his forehead, trickled down his cheeks and neck, beaded up on his shoulders and chest. She realized then what he was doing. So slow and careful. He was afraid that he'd hurt her if he lost control, that he'd give in to his beast and, in his haste, forget his strength, forget and cause damage. Her heart fluttered at the care he was taking, at the tenderness he was showing her. She smiled up at him, lifted her head far enough that she could drag her tongue along the perspiration on his skin. He shuddered under her touch, his control slipping just a little. She moaned when his hips picked up speed and thrust harder against her.

~*~*~*~*~

Minette turned her attention to his hard shaft last. A pang of hunger shot through her at the sight of it, body seizing with need so intensely that it hurt. His cock was long and thick, jutting up from his crotch with arrogant pride. As if it knew that she was eager and hungry for it. Drawing herself up into a sitting position, she reached out with one hand and lightly ran her fingers down the underside. She felt more than saw the shiver that took him. When she touched his balls, though, he rumbled low in his throat and an almost predatory look slid through his eyes. One she'd seen before. One that clearly said "Mine."

He climbed into the bed with her, on his hands and knees so that he knelt over her. They looked at one another, eyes locked. Very slowly, he lowered himself down over her until his body covered hers. She shuddered ever so slightly when his groin pressed against hers. Again, their mouths met and dueled in a heated kiss that he won. His tongue invaded her mouth, pillaged and conquered as it tasted every last inch of the interior. His hands raked her body, stroking up and down her sides. He teased her breasts with his fingers, grasped her ass and drew her closer.

Together they rolled until she was lying on top of him. He cupped her ass, squeezed and kneaded the twin globes while their mouths clashed against one another. His cock was hard against her belly, pulsing with his heartbeat. Weeping from the slit on the tip. She could feel her control beginning to slip. She was ready for him to fill her and fuck her. The arduer was rising within, demanding that she feed it. She pulled her mouth from his and sat up on him. His eyes were glittering in the dim light. "Now," she whispered to him.

Comments

[nanaeanaven]

Hot and holy fucking hell, woman. Were you trying to make us spontaneously combust? Because damn...! *fans self* That was seriously, sinfully wicked.

And I think the skipping around worked out really well.

I wish I hadn't stayed up so freaking late last night, or I'd be finishing this up right now. Waiting until tomorrow morning just might kill me. LoL. Oh well, at least I'll die happy.... ;D

[ladydeathfaerie]

Daz mentioned something about swallowing her tongue. Gin said if i kept it up, she might find herself changing her mind about Richard. trust me. it wasn't my intention. all i wanted to do was make sure everyone's smut was unique. why bother writing it if its all going to be the same? so i'm glad you enjoyed it, though i'm sorry you were on the verge of combusting.

i think i like that. seriously, sinfully wicked.

glad that weaving worked for you.

you might change your mind when you get there tomorrow. but i can wait if you can.