The Fallen Part 11

When I left the car rental office, I spied a news stand. After studying it speculatively for a heartbeat, I dug a couple of coins out and bought one, then caught a cab and had him drop me off down town.

It was harder to act nonchalant when I got out of the cab. I hadnat taken the time to read the article on the front page, but the headlines had made me feel a little ill.

Satanists Burn Church Like it was my fault the morons had frigging candles all over the place! In a wooden building, no less!

It took me an hour to reach the place where Iad left my car. I had to force myself to keep my legs to a brisk walk, but I wasnat rattled enough to draw attention to myself by running.

As tempted as I was to sit and read the article--just to see what lies theyad told--I started the car and left.

The drive back to the city where I lived took longer than Iad expected. I didnat get back to my apartment until the wee hours of the morning. I figured there were probably cops looking for me all over the place, so Iad kept to the speed limit like a good little girl instead of gunning the engine like I usually did whenever I was in a hurry to get somewhere--which was most of the time.

Exhausted, I dropped my gear on the floor by the door and headed for the bathroom.

A long, hot shower soothed my tension and the aches and pains from exerting muscles that hadnat been used in a number of years. When I got out, I grabbed a home pregnancy test and p.i.s.sed on it.

The results were indecisive.

I was disappointed, but then I noticed the instructions said it took a few days for accuracy.

af.u.c.k!a Tossing the thing, I dried off, dropped the towel on the floor and headed for my bedroom.

I checked when I flipped on the light.

The what-ever-he-was was sprawled on my bed, his hands behind his head.

Without any rush, he threw his legs over the side of the bed and stood, dropping my wire cutters on the mattress.

I decided not to let him know I was intimidated. Crossing my arms over my b.r.e.a.s.t.s, I leaned against the door frame as casually as I could. aYou didnat need to come to thank me.a His eyes narrowed. aI didnat.a aOr bring the wire cutters back.a He lifted his wings. It reminded me of those birds you see walking along the ground and s.h.i.+fting their wings threateningly to scare bugs out of the gra.s.s. I hated to admit it, but it made my belly clench painfully. I tensed all over.

The wings disappeared--just vanished. One moment they were there, the next he looked like an ordinary--well almost ordinary--man. I didnat ask him how head done it. I had a feeling he could do a lot of things and I probably didnat want to know about most of them.

His hands for instance. There wasnat a sign of the ugly holes that had been in his palms--or his feet. They hadnat just healed. The wounds might never have been there at all.

aYou did not keep your bargain.a Outrage supplanted my nervousness. I dropped my arms and stood away from the door frame. aBecause we didnat have one. You said no, remember?a His eyes narrowed. aYes. I thought perhaps you hadnat grasped anoa.a I sighed irritably. The rape thing. aYouall live. You donat look too traumatized to me. And your friend gave it up willingly. What do you think--youare going to get your seed back? Sorry. Gone, gone.a Head been stalking me from the moment he got out of my bed. It wasnat that I hadnat noticed. I just figured whirling to run would kick him into chase mode and I didnat really feel up to running at the moment. I wasnat dressed for it to start with and my knees felt all mushy, like they might not cooperate.

I didnat realize head gotten within reach until his hands shot out and his fingers curled around my upper arms. I was tensed and ready though. The moment he grabbed me, I grabbed his arms, jerked him toward me as I twisted and pushed one hip out and then gave him a shove.

Surprise flickered in his eyes when he felt himself falling backwards. He hit the floor hard enough to rattle the window gla.s.s and table lamp. I hadnat really thought past the hip throw. Instead of running like anybody with any sense would have, I leapt on top of him, straddling his torso and grabbing his arms just below the wrists.

Head rattled me more than Iad realized to make me make such a stupid blunder.

For about two seconds, I had him. Two seconds later, he had me. Bucking, he pitched me off to one side and used his weight, which was a good deal more than mine, to pin me to the floor.

I looked up at him, trying to gather my wits. aSo--I didnat catch your name the other day.a Something flickered in his pale eyes. Doubt? Surprise? aGideon,a he said through clenched teeth. a--Of Marceena.a I gave him a feral smile. aIam Nicole. Do you think you could get the f.u.c.k off of me?a To my great surprise and relief, he did, dragging me up by my arms as he got to his feet. Before I could order him out of my apartment, he caught me and tossed me toward the bed.

Now I was really stunned--and impressed. I was a lot heavier than I looked. I was trim and shy of average height, but I was almost as muscular as a gymnast from working out and muscle weighs more than fat.

Strong men had discovered I wasnat easy to lift and the guy had picked me up and tossed me like I was a Frisbee.

I hit the mattress and bounced, just grazing my tongue with my teeth. The pain distracted me. He landed on top of me before I figured out which way was up and rolled away.

The air left my lungs in an unlovely grunt.

I blinked up at him, trying to get my eyes to focus from the stinging that had brought tears to my eyes.

His expression almost made me sorry Iad made the effort. aYou wanted to know what it was like to f.u.c.k an Elumi? Iave decided to show you.a aActually, I didnat. I just wanted the seed,a I pointed out. I was always careful with the way I worded things. The English language was so open to interpretation people could twist just about anything you said into meaning whatever they wanted it to.

Obviously, Iad wounded his male ego. He didnat like the idea of being used and discarded.

aI wasnat as impressed with the experience as Iad hoped, to tell you the truth,a I added confidentially, and not very wisely, Iam sure, but I was afraid if I looked too eager he might decide to punish me by not giving me any and the moment head offered my c.u.n.t had clapped aoh boya.

His lips tightened into a thin line.

He was beautiful when he was angry. There was just no getting around it.

My heart was palpitating so hard I began to worry if it would suffocate me.

Or worse, heart attack. I was no spring chicken, after all. I wasnat sure of just how much excitement the ticker could take.

And he was so rough and manly! And young, my G.o.d! And beautiful! How often did a gal like me get a chance at a young studly hunk! Not nearly often enough! Most of the men I ran into--young, old and in between, had no clue of what to do with a real woman. If a woman didnat look like they could break them in two with their fingers and whine and whimper, they practically peed their pants and ran like h.e.l.l.

He s.h.i.+fted, pus.h.i.+ng his knee between my thighs. I resisted, just enough to whet his appet.i.te and keep from seeming too eager, and then spread them wide, drawing my knees up to give him better access. He curled his hips, thrusting forward. I felt the head of his c.o.c.k and a wad of his d.a.m.ned sarong vying for entrance as his c.o.c.k slipped along my cleft and connected.

I sighed irritably, because--really how different was it just to get poked? aNo foreplay? I thought you were going to show me how much better you were at this than a human.a He planted his mouth over mine--to shut me up, I think.

Iad been hoping for it actually.

His mouth tasted divine. I had figured it would. Iad already had a taste of him and loved it. Heat curled in my belly. His chemical essence sent a rush through me like a drug. I sucked his tongue when he thrust it into my mouth and felt a hard shudder ripple through his body.

He was remembering what it had felt like when Iad sucked his c.o.c.k, I knew. I was remembering it, too, and it played havoc with my senses. I caressed his tongue feverishly with my own, wis.h.i.+ng I was sucking his c.o.c.k.

Later, I was really stunned that that had run through my mind considering I wasnat in to giving head--I wasnat actually in to oral s.e.x at all. Iad never had any trouble getting off and it p.i.s.sed me off to come while my p.u.s.s.y was screaming to be filled. It was like half a f.u.c.king sneeze, too much and not enough at the same time.

Right at that moment, all I could think about was gnawing on his entire body.

The moment his grip on my wrists relaxed, I pulled free and ran my palms over his body, trying to feel everything at once. My mind was trying to tabulate the feel of hard muscle and silken skin at the same time it was recording the jolts of sensation feeding through every nerve ending in my body at a thousand miles an hour and threatening overload melt down when he hadnat done anything yet but kiss me.

I uttered a throaty complaint when he broke the kiss, but since he immediately began gnawing along my neck working his way downward, I forgot about complaining and arched my back, trying to hurry him toward my goal.

He knew what I wanted.

He teased me unmercifully, working circles around my engorged nipples with his mouth until I was nearly mindless with wanting.

I was going to kill him if he stopped.

When he lifted slightly away from me to look down at me I thought that was his intention. I saw, though, that he was torn--and confused--poor baby! I didnat know if it was because head expected me to fight and I hadnat, or if he was surprised that I seemed to have the same effect on him as he did me--truthfully I wasnat sure if I did have the same effect on him and I didnat especially care.

Donat stop now, I thought a little frantically. You havenat punished me nearly as much as I deserve!

I almost leapt out of my skin when he lowered his mouth to one desperately throbbing nipple and sucked it. My fingers acted entirely on their own, spearing through his hair and gripping his head frantically while fire poured through me in pounding waves. My mouth felt like it had been swabbed with cotton from all the panting and groaning Iad been doing by the time he decided to bestow the blessing of his mouth on the neglected nipple. I was still trying to gather enough moisture to swallow when he clamped down on it.

I came close to pa.s.sing out with pure ecstasy as he suckled it. Holding on to my sanity with an effort, I began to wiggle a little frantically, trying to line up my hole with his pole, something Iad always found extremely frustrating with no hands, but I had to feel him inside of me, and I couldnat reach it without making him release my nipple, and I didnat think I could handle it if he stopped. My v.a.g.i.n.al walls were cramping from the effort to clamp down on something hard that wasnat there, though, and I very quickly reached a state of extreme distress.

It took all I could do to save my life to refrain from screaming in tongues like the girl in the exorcist--f.u.c.k me! f.u.c.k me!

Actually, I might have. I wasnat certain afterwards and all I really cared about then or later was that he got the message. s.h.i.+fting, he caught the beast and aimed it. I couldnat wait for him to feed me. I arched toward him the moment I felt his c.o.c.k head b.u.t.ting the right spot, enveloping it. He grunted when my muscles grabbed him and tried to swallow him whole.

I flailed around a little wildly as he worked his way past almost painfully resistant flesh and finally impaled me to the hilt. I had to squeeze my eyes tightly shut and count to ten to keep from coming right that instant--but I was greedy. I wanted more of the good stuff before I let go of it.

Clamping my fingers into his b.u.t.tocks, I dug in, wanting to pull him deeper still. He ignored my uncoordinated efforts and began to thrust smoothly in and out. I gasped in a lungful of air and held it, fighting the wall of pleasure that hit me each time he stroked my g-spot, trying to stave off the eruption I felt coming.

I quickly reached a point where I was too mindless even for that much thought, however. Almost the moment he kicked his thrusts into high gear and began pounding into me, my bubble of euphoria burst shatteringly. It wrenched a scream from my chest. Wrapping my legs around his waist tightly, I rode the crest until I was too weak to endure anymore.

I was only dimly aware of his own shattering release--the hoa.r.s.e groan, the shudders that rippled through his muscles, the jerk of his c.o.c.k inside me, the heat of his seed as it bathed my channel--but I clung to him tightly until the convulsions of pleasure tapered off to an occasional tremor.

Relieved, I let myself go limp. Every nerve ending in my body, it seemed, still sparked and throbbed in aftershocks from the ten plus magnitude eruption Iad just experienced.

Iad been drifting lazily on a current of supreme satisfaction for a while before I finally realized head lifted away from me and was staring at my face. I thought I was going to have to use a finger to get my eyelids unglued, but I finally managed to lift one eyebrow high enough to manage a slit of a view of his face.

It wasnat very helpful. I couldnat tell a d.a.m.ned thing about his expression.

Lifting a limp wrist, I patted his cheek. aShowed me, by d.a.m.n, didnat you? Now that youave exerted your masculine supremacy, do you think you can take your plug out of the outlet? Iam really tired and this bedas only big enough for one,a I murmured.

I sounded like somebody that had had about three drinks too many, but, really, it was a miracle Iad managed to wrap my tongue around that much. Only the desire to be left in peace to enjoy the fruits of my labors had spurred me to that much effort.

Obligingly, he rolled off. I rolled over onto my belly, stretching to get comfy. aThanks!a I muttered into the pillow, because I was always polite and I never forgot the magic words, apleasea and athank youa. aLock the door on your way out, ok?a

Chapter Four.

Ordinarily, I couldnat exactly be described as little miss suns.h.i.+ne when I was rudely awakened, especially when I was really tired and thoroughly enjoying my sleep, but the finger examining my contented kitty had already reawakened my appet.i.te. Just about the time I began to really enjoy it, though, two big hands grabbed my hips, lifting them clear of the bed until I had my knees under me.

aI donat do back door service,a I snarled, aso watch where you put that thing if you want to keep it.a He probed my cleft, connecting with door number one.

As far gone as I was in zombie land, Iad have recognized that c.o.c.k anywhere.

Sighing with a mixture of relief, pleasure, and a vague sense of martyrdom since head awakened me for round two instead of leaving like Iad asked, I tipped my hips up for him, bracing myself as he pushed. Despite every effort, I rooted the bed with my face. Vaguely irritated that he hadnat tried revving my engines a little more to get my juices flowing when he was hung like a frigging bull, I planted my palms on the bed and pushed upward, locking my elbows and bracing myself a little better before he could push again.

There still wasnat enough moisture to lubricate his path, and my muscles clenched, repelling the a.s.sault. All he actually managed to do was overbalance me so that I rooted the bed again, cracking my head against the headboard in the process. I didnat hit it hard enough to actually hurt--much--but it was enough to distract me and my body sucked up the little bit of juice it had managed to produce.

Grabbing my hips, he dragged me down the bed and tried again. I began to feel like an inch worm as we waltzed up the bed, but this time I at least had the presence of mind to duck when I saw the headboard looming. I crumpled against it like a bug hitting the wind s.h.i.+eld of a car when he tried to pile drive me again.

He didnat give up easily. I had to say that much for him, but I sensed a hint of desperation in him as he dragged me down the bed again. I lifted my head. aIn case you havenat figured it out yet, Einstein, youare either going to have to get a f.u.c.king shoe horn for that thing, or youare going to have to work on some lubrication.a He was breathing heavily when he grabbed my arm and flipped me over, partly from frustrated desire, partly from exertion and partly because he was really p.i.s.sed off.

I gathered that he hadnat especially wanted me to enjoy it. Head figured he would take what he wanted, like I had, and then leave.

I shrugged. Pay backs were always h.e.l.l, but I figured I had it coming. If it would make him feel better I could try not to enjoy it. aLu-bri-cation,a I said slowly, in case he hadnat grasped it the first time. aWait a minute,a I added on a sudden thought. aI think I have something.a He caught my ankle as I crawled across the bed and grabbed hold of the drawer k.n.o.b of the top drawer of my bedside chest. I flattened out, but dug blindly through the drawer anyway, discarding my a.s.sortment of d.i.l.d.os and vibrators until I found a tube like thing that actually was a tube. I held it up triumphantly as he dragged me across the bed again.

He s.n.a.t.c.hed the tube from my hand, examining it suspiciously and finally took the top off and sniffed it.

aIf it was something questionable, I wouldnat have given it to you to shove up me,a I pointed out dryly, s.n.a.t.c.hing it back and squirting some into my palm.

He grunted like Iad punched him in the belly when I grabbed his c.o.c.k and rubbed it down.

When I had it thoroughly lubed from root to tip, I turned over, got on my hands and knees and waved my a.s.s at him. He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging in tightly. This time when he thrust, his c.o.c.k slipped inside of me instead of merely shoving me flat. I braced myself for the next thrust, trying to think bad thoughts.

I believed in fair play. I really did. I honestly tried not to enjoy it for his sake, because I could see he felt like Iad gotten one on him and he just wasnat going to be happy unless he had one up on me.

I didnat expect it to be any real problem. Iad gotten my cookie. I was satisfied. Iad actually gotten it twice in just a couple of days after a h.e.l.l of a long dry spell--because Iad sworn off men when I discovered they couldnat give me what I wanted--either a kid or a good climax. If they enjoyed it, they wanted you to do things for them--like clean their nasty drawers, their apartments, cook for them--and I didnat really have the time or inclination to tend to pets.

Besides, it was annoying to try to sc.r.a.pe them off without hurting their feelings.

I went over my laundry list in my head. I thought about getting my car waxed--which brought me to my legs and reminded me I was due for a leg and a bikini wax.

I totally lost the thread of my thoughts, though, when he sank to the hilt inside of me at last and I could feel all that rock hard flesh rubbing along my channel as he withdrew and thrust again.

It felt good and it reminded me of how good it had felt the time before, and the time before that.

Think bad thoughts, I told myself sternly, resisting the urge to moan as he began thrusting more quickly.

Dropping my upper body to the bed, I buried my face against the sheets in the hopes that I could m.u.f.fle any sounds of pleasure I made as he began to thrust harder and faster. He had to be close. If I could just hang on a little longer.

My climax caught me completely off guard. Fortunately, I had my face buried against the bed. I felt confident he wouldnat notice, particularly since he came at almost the same moment.

I sprawled limply against the bed when he finally gathered himself and moved, dropping on the bed beside me. My mind was total mush. I struggled to gather my wits, trying to think how Iad behave if I felt abused and mistreated.

Slugging him probably wasnat a good idea. Besides, I didnat think I could manage it. I was feeling too weak.

If I was girly girl, what would I do, I asked myself?

Rage at him tearfully and throw things at him, my mind supplied, dredging that information up from some of the more obnoxious movies Iad seen.

I decided I couldnat pull that off either. It was me he had and me he was going to get.

Dragging myself off the bed, I headed for the bathroom. After adjusting the water, I climbed in. Tired as I was, I knew I wasnat going to get a wink of sleep with c.u.m dribbling down my legs. Iad been too exhausted from my climax the first time to worry about it. This time Iad been working so hard not to enjoy it, I actually felt a little let down--like Iad almost got there but not quite.

So that was sort of a pay back, I decided.

He was gone when I made it back into the room.

Vaguely disappointed, I crawled into the bed, covered myself and dropped to sleep almost instantly.

I woke early, despite my nocturnal activities. It took more of an effort than usual to struggle out of the bed and stagger into the bathroom. I was only slightly more alert when I came out again and felt my way to the kitchen in search of my morning shot of caffeine.