Future of Porn

It was Marla”s birthday a few years ago, and we embarked out on our usual dinner ritual with our friends, another couple. We”d go out the weekend before, or after, for each of our birthdays. This particular year the four of us went out on a Saturday night, and we were feeling like stirring things up a little for a change. We all called it our “night out away from the kids,” so to speak. This particular time it was, as I”d said, Marla”s birthday, hence the story below.

On this occasion we all planned to go out to dinner, then afterwards to a club for some dancing. The other couple was Angie and Cosmo. They were quite the opposite of each other in most ways, sexually as well. Cosmo was basically a laid back kind of guy. He was very nice, but definitely Angie”s polar opposite; sexually he was way too vanilla for anyone”s taste. Cosmo is a stocky guy, a little graying up top, but average looking. Now Angie, she is a very pretty Columbian woman. Pretty isn”t a good word; she”s spicy. She has jet-black hair that”s medium length, a very nice body, and this incredible sexy Spanish accent. And to top it off, she, too, likes to dress sexy. She is taller than the typical South American girl, and has these piercing dark eyes. She also has a tremendous sexual appetite that was apparently being stifled with Cosmo. From our other stories you might know that Marla is very sexual, and has that sultry, get anything she wants, look about her. Angie has a similar way about her, but hasn”t learned how to use it. She”s much more tentative and unsure of herself, but she does have a very active sexual imagination. Cosmo, on the other hand, is pretty bland sexually, not at all overt, and provides no sexual tension when he”s around. Angie once told Marla ” He”s a great woman satisfier. He is the best lover ever”, then she”d add with a grin, “If you ask him.”

There was no denying that she loved him very much, but he wasn’t satisfying her sexually, at all. He was the typical horny guy, but didn”t go much past the missionary position and letting her performing oral on him. Many times she would find herself confiding in Marla about things she”d wished he”d do for/to her. She once mentioned to her that he wouldn”t even masturbate for her, something she”d really wanted him to do, very badly in fact. And forget about him performing oral on her, it”s never happened (too bad she doesn”t know what she”s missing).

Before that night, I knew very little about the sexual talks Marla and Angie had. About 4 months prior to this night, Marla and Angie were at Angie”s house without all the kids. I was watching them because the ladies wanted a break and Cosmo was in China on business. So they”d had some wine, did some talking, watched some Ricky Martin videos, and before you knew it Angela produced a porno that she”d had hidden from Cosmo. They both watched it, and things began to get sexual. I won”t go into what happened, but let”s say, yes, probably everything you”re thinking happened.

But after that night, Angie seemed to be in denial, and decided it didn”t really happen. She took the stance that It was all a good dream. She wouldn”t even talk about that night with Marla. Sure, it was classic denial, but Marla didn”t bring it up again. It”s too bad, because I would have loved to have been a part of round two and seen the two of them together. I think it was something that Angie didn”t want to admit to herself that she loved and hungered for, but I”m convinced she”s dying for it again. And, hearing what happened from Marla, and knowing the sexual the animal she can be, I guess it was a mind-blowing experience for Angie. Total satisfaction kind of screwed with her head. But what actually happened is for Marla to tell. (E-mail”s to her might help convince her to spend some time writing about that bisexual experience). And the last reason I know Angie wanted her night with Marla kept a secret was she was sure Cosmo would leave her if he knew. Not because of the cheating aspect, but because he thought that bisexuality was disgusting for a woman. I know, I know, as crazy as that sounds, guys; he finds it very unattractive, the thought of two women together. Personally, I know he”s fucking crazy because I”ve never heard of a guy thinking that way. And I guess that”s the main reason that Angie didn”t want to talk about it, ever again.

So anyway…………………………….back to this story.

Our relationship with this couple had always had sexual overtones, but never anything too visually overt, especially when Cosmo was around. Even though, like I said, Marla and Angie were together sexually; there was no denying that Angie was very attracted to Marla, and vice versa. They would dress sexy when they knew they”d see each other, and there was a lot of sexual energy when they were both in the same room. Just seeing the way they both acted around each other was very fun to watch. Marla always purposely dressed a little revealing when we”d all go out, for me, but also for Angie, and even to tease Cosmo. She’d try to push Angie to the limit, with affectionate touches and innuendo, more so after that night they were together.

That night we picked up Cosmo and Angie at their house and went out. Both girls were dressed to kill, using just the right combo of class and trash. They were both very appetizingly sexy that night. Both were in skirts, my favorite (SEE OUR OTHER STORIES). Marla had on a black silk top, semi-sheer, and a black leather skirt that was just a tad longer than a mini. It was July, so she had a killer tan, with tan lines. To me, there”s nothing sexier than a nice tan and milky white skin where the sun can”t hit. That looked really hot with her outfit, no panties, no bra and no stockings, but a nice pair of heels on. Angie had on a skirt as well. Hers went to at least her knee, looked a bit long for summer, and she wore a light turtleneck shirt, again a bit warm for summer.

Angie was also tan, you know that all over Latin kind of tan, and she looked very nice as well. Cosmo and I were wearing slacks and button up shirts. I don”t wear underwear, and have no clue or care what Cosmo wore underneath. We went to an exclusive little Italian restaurant near our home. I was very friendly with the owner, in fact at that time I”d been talking about getting a piece of the business, so the owner did his best to impress that night. We got “our” table near the back of the room, and we ordered some drinks and just chatted away. The one thing that this couple doesn”t really do is drink. But, that night they decided to have a few drinks during dinner while we all talked and had a relatively good time. As Marla drank her wine, I could see her stealing glances at Angie. I could feel her toes cross my leg as she reached out to touch Angie with her foot. I just knew there was some under the table footsie going on, I knew this night would be fun. Cosmo caught none of this. Just the look Marla was giving Angie had me rock hard, and as the night progressed it turned more and more sexual. Angie seemed to be receiving it well, and was even giving some of it back too. Dinner went well, and fairly fast. After dinner we had a few more drinks at the bar and the girls had to go to the bathroom.

That just killed me cause I knew how Marla would be to Angie there cause it was a very small bathroom. It drives me crazy to know they”re fooling around in the bathroom, but I loved it. I wish I”d had a video camera in there. I knew she”d have her sexuality on full bore in there. Later she would tell me of how she pushed Angie against the wall, kissed her on the lips, slowly parted her lips with her tongue, all the while pressing up against her as her hands roamed over Angie”s body.

Angie moaning, “No Marla,” as her tongue pushed deeper into Marla”s mouth.

Yes, Angie responded very well to the kiss she put her arms around Marla and drew her closer. As Marla”s hands roamed Angie”s body she found her crotch and Angie slumped a bit and opened her legs to allow Marla’s hand to access her wetness. (You know guys; it”s so wonderful what a few glasses of wine does to women). Then Marla took Angie”s hand to feel how wet pussy was and Angie”s fingers dove right into her. Her hand started to make semi circles and their mouths were fused together. Then all of a sudden they heard someone coming in the bathroom and they both immediately stopped and turned toward the mirror to mess with their hair as the woman entered the bathroom unknowingly. They stole one more quick kiss and Marla took Angie”s hand and gently took her two fingers, the one”s Angie had just had shoved inside her and put them in Angie”s mouth and said, “This is how I taste,” and the exited the bathroom.

When they came back we already had the tab paid, and I just knew that something had happened in the bathroom. I saw it in their flushed faces, and heard it in the giggles, but kept it to myself. What else could I do? We all headed for my car and talked about where to go dancing. Despite Cosmo”s complaining about the choice that was made, the girls where very happy. As we all got in the car, I”d heard Angie talking about giving Marla her birthday gift. We always exchange a little gift with them, never anything of any real value, but never anything suggestive or sexual.

I was driving my new Chrysler LHS four door sedan, Cosmo in the passenger seat, and the girls behind their own hubby.

I heard Angie say to Marla, “Here is your present.” I looked at Cosmo, and he shrugged his shoulders like he has no clue what the gift is. And I heard Angie say that she had picked this out for Marla especially. Angie said that she had even tried it on, as well, to see how it looked. As Marla got it open, she gave me a quick glance in the rear view mirror, then held it up.

Marla put the gift, a very skimpy, see through thong from Victoria Secret, to her nose and deeply inhaled and said, “Mmmmm, you did try these on, I”d know your sweet smell anywhere.” Cosmo gave me a look like, what the fuck did that mean? I just ignored it and then I said they looked very nice but that she should try them on to be sure they fit, of course. Marla said, “That”s a good idea,” but asked me to pull over so she could. I left the car interior light on so she could see what she was doing. Angie reached over and helped hold Marla”s skirt while she tried to get them on.

Cosmo said to me, “How”d she get her panties off so quick?”

“Sometimes she doesn”t wear them in the summer, it”s a nice shaved look, huh?” I answered.

I heard him mumble, “My God.”

She first pulled up her skirt, and then extended one leg toward Cosmo and proceeded to put them. Cosmo was getting a perfect view of her almost totally shaved perfect pussy. His eyes almost bugged out like he”d seen a ghost when Marla spread her legs, and he really saw her whole pussy, not just the little hair at the top.

He again said “Oh My God”, but didn”t break eye contact with her pussy once. He just kept staring at her pretending to have a difficult time getting them on.

Angie didn”t see her husband looking; she”d have been mad if she did, but she was way too busy looking and helping Marla, herself.

When Marla got them up and on, she said, “Oh they feel so soft. Go ahead,” she said to Angie, “Touch them,” and Angie did what she was told, but kept her touch as un-suggestive as she could.

Angie whispered something in Marla”s ear that I later found out was, “You”re really very wet down there.” I”m glad I didn”t know that, because I”d have lost it right then and there. During their time together Angie hadn”t gone down on Marla, but she”d played with her with her hand. I could see now she regretted that while she stared. Angie knew that Marla liked to go with out panties at times, and the present was a little joke between them, one that Cosmo wouldn”t ever understand or ever know any more of.

Then Angie said, “Happy Birthday” and gave Marla a big hug and a kiss and stayed in Marla”s arms. I turned the light off and drove, a little slower than normal, too. We pulled into the place we were going, it was a local hotel that had a nightclub and it was Latin night for dancing, something that Marla and Angie would simply love. We went in and the place was packed. I ordered our drinks, and the women were already on the floor, dancing together.

Cosmo was at the table waiting for me, and I jokingly said, “Thanks for waiting dude, but let”s get out there before someone steals our girls.”

He said, “No thanks,” and motioned for me to go on without him. At first I thought he was kidding because he was looking at the same thing I was, Marla and Angie were dancing pretty close and grinding a bit out there. He said, “Nah, I don”t feel all that great.”

Off I went to have fun. I was dancing with them both like it was my last day on the planet. We had a fun few dances, and then went back to the table. I could see there was some tension between Angie and Cosmo; Angie excused herself to go to the bathroom and Cosmo followed. About 10 minutes later Comso came to me on the dance floor and asked if I could drive him home. I asked if all was ok, he said it was, so I said, “Sure, just let me pay the bill, and we can go.

He said no, the girls should stay; it was just he wanted to go home. I was said, “No, come on, you want me to stay with two horny girls???”

He said he was tired and wanted to go home and at that point didn”t care. So I said, “Ok let”s roll”.

Although it was about 10 minutes there and back I think it took about 8 minutes total, I wanted to get back to the ladies so badly. I got back in record time to find Marla and Angie again dancing together, but this time they had about six guys around them, all vying for some kind of a position in front of them. When they saw me they both grabbed me and wrapped their arms around me. As the six other guys looked on wondering who the hell I was, I just knew the next few hours had to be a lot of fun. We all danced grinding away, touching very suggestively, until all the other guys went away. It seemed the girls really enjoyed making the other guys jealous, the were rubbing their behinds all over my crotch and spinning around, Marla”s skirt going high enough for all the guys around to see she had her birthday thong on, Angie and I already knew that. As Marla suggestively rubbed her ass on my crotch her hands reached around and stroked my cock a little. Then she switched with Angie and pushed her butt into my very hard cock, Angie spun around and for a split second had that, fuck me right here look in her eyes. The song ended and I took them off the floor so that they could cool down with a new drink, and I asked Angie if all was ok with Cosmo and she said something in Spanish that amounted to party pooper. Angie said that they”d been fighting, and it was better that he went home, because he’d been acting like a bump on a log anyway.

Well ok, I thought, how could this turn out bad? I switched the conversation and said, “Boy, if someone told me that a hot woman and my sexy wife would be dancing and touching, and I wasn”t there, I”d be pretty pissed.” Angie looked at Marla, knowing the double meaning of what I meant, and smiled. She said that her husband wasn”t turned on by much, and definitely not by the thought of two women together. That always confused me. He was the only man in the human race that must have felt that way.

I said, “No Angie you must have that wrong. Do you mean to say, that if you and Marla kissed, that it wouldn”t do anything for him at all?”

She said, “Nope.”

“Come on, really?” I asked, “Because I”d probably bust out of my pants if I saw that.”

She said, “You would???” and gave Marla a quick peck on the cheek.

I said, “Well, maybe a bit more sexual, but yeah.”

She asked what I meant. I said, “A deep passionate kiss with tongue.”

“Ohhh,” she said, “Like this?”

It was for only a few seconds, but it was hypnotic. She looked under the table, and jokingly said, “I can”t see anything popping out, maybe it”s too small.” Then Marla whispered in her ear, and she said, “Ooooooh, really now” and she licked her lips. Later Marla would tell me that she told Angie about my cock.

As the conversation progressed, it became quite sexual. We found that she had porn hidden all over her house. It was more hidden from her husband than her kids. She”d pop it in whenever she could to masturbate. I couldn”t believe me ears. She had porn in magazine and video form for quickies. I told her how odd that sounded to me, since that was usually what guys did.

She said that there was a lot he didn”t do sexually, but she did love him. She asked Marla if she could dance with me and Marla said sure, and that she”d be right back. We danced and you could tell Angie was so worked up. She was rubbing her butt on my crotch again, and yes I was rock hard again too. She turned toward me and her hand gently traced the outline of my cock.

She said, “Marla said I could do this, it”s it ok? I said, “I”ve dreamt about it even since the two of you were together, it”s more than fine.” Then a slow song came on and I motioned for Marla to come out and we three slow danced and we all kissed on the dance floor till it was over. As we walked off I saw that we had built up an audience, and a few of the guys were giving the thumbs up.

We stayed for another hour, and had a few more drinks. The ladies finally asked if we could leave, so I waited outside the bathroom for them, all the while thinking they were playing in there. As we all walked arm in arm in the parking swaying a little, my sway was more pretend than not. I was hoping I could get them both to sit in the back seat so they could put on a show for me on the ride home. At least maybe watch them kiss some more.

But Angie wouldn”t let Marla sit in the back with her; she said, “No, sit with your husband, he needs you.”

I was thinking, you know…. maybe this was all a bit too much for her tonight. Marla said ok. And when she got in, she started reaching over to my crotch right away, like the two of them had planned for this.

She looked at Angie and said she was horny, and she wanted to suck my cock right there while Angie watched. I looked in the rear view mirror, and Angie sat without acknowledging Marla”s words. So I said, “Ok, ok, we can do this later, Marla, let”s stay in control,” and had her sit back and started to drive. I didn”t want to totally blow our friendship; all Angie had to do was say ok.

Marla stayed on the subject of my cock. She said, “Angie you have to see it. It”s so nice looking. It”s long, and so thick, and so proportionate, you”d love it inside of you.”

She was grabbing at my fly like an animal. Then she started talking dirty, saying how she knew Angie wanted to see her suck my cock. Then she looked at Angie, and said, “You want to see me suck it don”t you Angie? You asked me if I would while we were in the ladies room, didn”t you?” She kept reaching over and stroking it through my pants.

“Angie, can I tell Rusty your secret?”

Angie didn”t respond again, so I said, “What secret?”

Marla said, “Angie never saw a guy jerk off, and wants to see that so bad. Cosmo thinks it”s disgusting, but she knows he always jerks off alone.”

Then Marla asked, “Rusty, would you jerk off for Angie right now? Please, would you?”

I again looked in the mirror at Angie, and she had a slight smile but said nothing. At that point Marla started to unzip me.

“No, not this way,” I was still unsure of Angie”s feelings toward this. I said, “Here”s what we”re going to do; I’ll drive Angie home, and Marla, during that time you can do whatever you want to do as long as my cock stays in my pants. When we get to Angie’s driveway, I’ll park and it’ll be up Angie whether she stays in the car or gets out of the car. If she stays, then you ladies can ask me to do whatever you like.”

“Oh—god…” he gasped over her, turning his head to burry his face in her hair, entangling his fingers in her curls and breathing in the sweet, vanilla scent of her shampoo. She was—real; really real, and he was holding her in his arms!

Giving a nervous laugh, Liric sighed then as she breathed a sigh and relaxed her body against his, closing her eyes in calm as she reveled in the warmth of his body against her own, her own body beginning to tremble, then, as she tightened the grip of her fingers as she pawed at the breast of his costume, fingering the soft mesh cloth, feeling out the form of his body beneath. “Ryan,” she whispered softly, her breath a fleeting warmth in the crisp air about the apartment. “I don’t wanna go back alone. Don’t make me go back alone.”

Holding her he felt her trembling, the warmth of her body a myth as she suddenly felt as cool as ice against him. “Where?” he asked, never moving from how he held her, sure of how she felt reassured and safe in his arms. “Where’s it that you don’t want to go back to?”

“Back—there,” she said with a surety. “Where its cold, and dark, and I’m always so alone.” Sobbing softly she turned her head into his chest again, clutching to him as if her life depended on the hold she had on him. “Please don’t make me go back there, Ryan. No when it’s so warm out here, and I have you to hold me.”

“Never,” he whispered through hard clenched teeth. “They took you away from me once, and I’ll never let them take you again.” Forcing himself to smile, Ryan took her face into his hands, stern but gentle as he held her far enough away so that his eyes could meet with hers, as clouded an as distant as they seemed. “Only I can take you anywhere from now on. Understand?”

She nodded.

And as simple a gesture as that was, it was gesture enough for Ryan as he took his hands to her waist and spun her once before lowering her again to the floor to stand again on her own two feet. And it was in those very palms of his that he found him holding her face again, though, not to hold her attention as he had meant before, but to kiss her. Her frost-colored lips, just as cool as the rest of her as he kissed her long and hard, as hard and long as she would allow him to, though, to him she seemed just as eager, her smile returning to her lips just as quickly as it had faded.

“Anything—anything in this world to make you smile again…”

But it seemed just as soon as he had initiated the kiss that it was broken, and her hands were grasping his as there was only the lightest of skips to her steps as she began to lead him, back into the dark from where she had emerged, and back to where he had first heard the familiar echo of her melodic voice. And he followed after her, without a thought or hesitation he followed her; and would continue on, he was sure, stopping only when she would tell him that she didn’t want him after her any more. But it wasn’t long before he’d noticed it, flickering at her back, playing dim shades of assorted lights about her back that would catch her eyes every so often and would make them shine.

The soft yellow lights of many lit candles, strewn about the room, an assortments of shapes and sizes from what he could see as he entered into the room only a half step after Liric. It was all like something out of a dream to him as he followed after her further. It was her room, and yet, it wasn’t. So changed from what he remembered, and still it was the same. The different range of art that papered the wall, gently lifting away from the flat surface as there entered in a cool breath of air from the open window. It was no wonder her body was so cold.

But he’d hardly a moment to dwell on it any longer than he already had as she stepped to stand at his back, reaching around him to undo the dark and noble cloak that bellowed about his figure, allowing it to drop carelessly to the floor as she moved to stand in front of him again. And he could see her better now, for all the light that surround the two of them, that poured in through the window from the new moon that burned a brilliant shade of yellow in the sky, and the few candles that she had lit about. The costume, it did suit her well, the ‘lost soul’ that played into their group-decided theme. And he, the keeper of the souls departed…

“Such a handsome sight,” whispered Liric as she admired Ryan in his full costume, less the bellowing cloak of black. “It’s no wonder so many dare to flirt with Death,” she said, making play of his costume. “No when it’s you who are the sight that they see. Really, I can’t say that I blame a soul for being so brazen. Not when I’m tempted myself…”

Ryan smiled at this, watching her as she circled him, like a bird of prey watching the latest catch of its watchful eye. “It’s a dangerous past-time, you know. Nothing a soul should make a habit of.”

With a simple roll of her shoulder she stopped and stood before him, the tips of her delicate fingers tracing the length of his chest that was exposed. “With or without you, I’m at a loss, nevertheless,” Liric spoke in a sweetly solemn tone. “So why not loose myself in you?” Rising up on tip-toe, Liric seized his neck with her lips, even nipping and biting at his flesh, leaving marks as she dared, silently reveling in his every grunt and groan in response to her pain-riddled play. But it was as she began to feel the folding of his body against hers that she withdrew, giggling like a mischievous little girl as she took first one step back, and then another, until she was able to turn upon her heels with ease and flounce herself back and atop the surface of the bed. And it was with both hands that she beckoned to him once, both her arms outstretched as she motioned for him to come towards her, her eyes speaking volumes of her silent pleas.

But he only shook his head at Liric, watching her as she watched him, her expression melting into a childish pout mixed with confusion or disappointment, though he couldn’t exactly tell which. He took on a teasing tone, then, as he started towards that four-post bed that stood in the center of the room, only to turn a half-step in his strides as he began to circle his way around. “Of course,” he began, his eyes never breaking the focus between them as he continued about his way. “Lonely a position as I have, as restricting as my duties can be: watching over the souls that come through me and mine on their way to Heaven or Hell, it is only understandable that I search for a certain possession from time to time, an object for the having, and through that possession become a very jealous god,” he hissed into the air as he took one of those four posts into hand, keeping a steady grasp about it as he paused in his circular pacing.

And it was to this comment that Liric’s lips curled into a mischievous grin as she dropped back onto the bed to lay, her short, tendriled locks flopped over the beds edge and hanging, giving only the most gentle of sways with every movement of her head. “But of course!” she started slowly. “For there are none so jealous as the god who has them all, while at the same time possesses none.”

Ryan nodded, watching Liric as she, for only the briefest of moments, took to writhing atop the bed as she struggled for a moment to find her preferred position of comfort. Once found she was at rest again, the soft tips of all ten of her fingers smoothing along the silken fabric of her costume, gradually bringing the skirt higher and higher about her outstretched legs. “And what kind of god would I be that I would deny a wandering soul the paradise that it seeks in Heaven, simply for my sheer desire to keep and possess that soul for my very own?”

“A selfish god indeed,” commented Liric as she lowered her sights to where her hand gripped at the skirt of her costume, steadily lifting it ever higher even as she spoke.

And it was all that he could do to restrain himself from attacking her where she lay, gripping the post as if it were his only means of salvation, holding on to it for dear life as he watched his muse as she moved, taking note of her every shift of her balance and weight, drawing up one leg and then the other to bend before lifting them both into the air above her, allowing the ripple of the skirt to fall back down onto the bed, landing at or about the height of her waist. And just as easy, having kept her legs together as she’d held them up and in the air, Liric dropped her legs now back onto the bed, landing first her feet, and then dropping her knees to the side, her torso twisting accordingly to better accommodate this new and more comfortable position in which she lay. And so he swallowed hard as he closed his eyes to adjust, shifting to stand himself upright, or at least for the most part, as his shoulder, still, remained leaned against that post.

But even still it was much too much, to simply stand back and ignore, as she lay there, wordlessly beckoning to him, her eyes searching out and finding his, her lips parting and pressing again as if to start to speak, only to stop as if she was sure that he was already aware of the tension between them.

With a cautious slink to his movements, Ryan moved from where he’d been standing behind the post, inching slowly along the length of the bed, both his arms dropped at length to either side of him as the shaking tips of his fingers touched at the careful stitching of the beds duvet, feeling at the softness that stroked at her skin as she lay atop it. Over every wrinkle and fold that she had made for all her writhing until his fingers, at last, had come to touch it, the silken flesh of her ankle as it lay comfortably placed atop the other. Dropping into a comfortable crouch, Ryan pawed gently at the subtle flesh of the extremity; hardly examining, but rather, finding a somewhat perverse pleasure in his having been allowed to touch, at long last, the nymphet that it was attached to. How erotic was she, this little girl all grown up, her form more proportioned and adult where there lingered, still, an unmistakable air about her that rang youth between his ears. Changed and yet unchanged, even less so than the rest of them; not where the changes mattered, still the same girl that he grew up with and knew in nature, but more woman to look upon now than he would have ever imagined her to be, either then or even now. In his mind she was still but a girl, past puberty in all rights, but with a youthful state of mind. He could see it in her eyes then, as they were alight as he looked up and into them, shining with a mystery that not even he could explain if given all the time in the world. And it was at that mystery that he swooned, laying his head to rest atop that bare ankle as his fingers stroked and massaged along her calf.

She swooned and smiled deeply as she stretched from her torso, extending both her arms now up and over her head, then back as far as she could reach, her fingers intertwined as far as they could go until they simply fell apart and hang there in the air only inches from the floor. “Just the same,” she said finally, twisting a solitary tendril about her finger as she gently bat her dark lashes in deep contemplation. “Is it plausible for a soul to find solace in the world that no longer accepts them?”

Hearing this, Ryan opened up his eyes, his ears attuned to listen as she spoke on.

“To, instead, forsake whatever place it is they are eternally condemned to and opt, instead, to remain in the world of the in-between?”

Smiling, Ryan lift his head, though only slightly to place a kiss to her ankle, and then a few inches higher and on higher still, his fingers proceeding his kisses as they massaged at the flesh of her thigh now, just below the raised fabric of her costume. “To choose Purgatory, and the walking path of the one who keeps them,” he said, though it was more of a question posed than a statement.

Turning her head so that her cheek rest against her arm, Liric nodded, her reassuring smile ever present. “Yes. All the while aware, always knowing of the one who eternally awaits them there.”

“The Keeper of the Souls, himself…”

She laughed quietly, a breath of a gasp escaping her as she felt a chill about the height of her inner thigh before the warming heat of his breath, and his lips as their brush was brief across her skin. “No matter how jealous a god he may be.” Suddenly her body tensed, and she arched the small of her back as she felt only the slightest caress of his knee between her thighs, his hand along her side as his fingers found their way up and beneath her shoulder, pausing there for only a moment as he shift and moved above her. She could feel him and his every movement, feeling them as he made them. And what a feeling it was, her body tingling with the sensation. But it was as his fingers continued upwards that her body gave a jolt, a sudden chill taking the length of her spine and causing her to react before she had even realized it. But it was just as quick as the shock, the chill, had come that it had subsided, and her body reclined and settled again as his fingers found their way to her one wrists and then the other, nimbly slipping about them both to hold them fast in place.

Lifting his lips to the lobe of her ear he whispered softly to her, so that only she could hear him, even if there were no other ears to hear. “There are none so jealous as me,” he confessed as he began to lower his hips to hers. And he could hear it in his ear, the quick intake of breath as he, in an instant, thrust himself into her, making quick work of the action, bracing her body beneath his own, quickly tightening his grip about her wrists over her head. “A god so jealous as to deny an innocent soul the benevolence that is Heaven…and to keep her, selfishly, for my own.” He held her there beneath him, her body fixed there in an all but silent submission. And it was as he lift his head, though only slightly, that from the corner of his eye he could see it, watching her as she watched him in return. Her lips were parted, though only slightly, and full and ripe for the kissing as the spoke softly the inquiry that filled her head.

“Her?” she asked, her soft voice lifting in a tone of amusement.

But Ryan uttered no reply. Instead, it was now his turn to tense, to become rigid in the way that he hovered over her, the feeling of her lips hard pressed to his, her kiss deep and unrelenting; almost as if through her kiss she could steal his very breath. And there came a strange comfort with that kiss, and the feeling of her fingers as moved to encircle his neck, causing him to shake with chills. She wasn’t at all like the girl that he once knew, that he’d grown up with and had skinned his knees with climbing trees. But rather, she was subtle and she was soft, like satin dressed in silk and with a voice that carried like the softest of summer breezes that cooled and warmed him all at once. Like a siren was this girl that lay beneath him, panting in rhythm to his every thrust, her very breaths of passion enough to lull him into his own self-centered trance that blinded him to the goings on around them, if there were any to be found. There was only the two of them in this world that they had made in a matter of moments; just the two of them, and no other, was all that mattered.

“Ryan,”

Soft as it had escaped her, it was enough to break his trance, the utterance of his name as it echoed between his ears, causing him to slow all the more in his pace, nearly to the point of ceasing all together. But it was with the coaxing of her arms about his shoulders, her fingers interlocked behind him that she urged him to go, using her woven fingers as a brace to lift her head and her shoulders from the bed, and her lips towards the lobe of his ear, the soft flesh of those frost-colored buds caressing the flesh of his lobe, bringing him to smile as he was sure that she was aware of her skill at getting his attention.

“Promise me,” is what she whispered to him, the warmth of her breath in his ear, “that you’ll never let go of me. Not for anything in the world.”

“Of course,” he whispered back, turning his head so that his own lips caressed her dimpled cheek, kissing her unconsciously as the pace of his hips was gradual to increase again, pushing him deeper and deeper still until her once soft panting grew into breathless whimpers and moans. And it was music to his ears, the simple act of her every pleasured breath; a sound that he had ached for for what felt like longer than three lifetimes. “I’ve laid claim to you, after all,” he groaned, giving a single, deep thrust into her, causing Liric to scream out loud, shattering the calm quiet of the room. ” And I’d be a fool to surrender you to any other.”

Her smile deep, she brushed his cheek with hers, whispering back into his ear her response. “That’s all I wanted to hear.” Loosening her legs around him, Liric used to her advantage the strength of her position, pushing the two of them around to force Ryan over and onto his back, a bit of a giggle escaping her as he landed with a grunt. Finally he was at her mercy now, as she raked her nails down the length of his chest, leaving bright red welts in their wake. Straddling his waist she rode him, her hips grinding down hard into his as she kept her nails bore deep into his chest, watching his expression now as she had seen him watching hers. “Tell me you adore me,” she purred, a thin brow arched as she watched the ecstasy in his expression.

“You’re—incredible!” he gasped beneath her, his own fingers clawing at the thick of the duvet.

Biting at her lip, she rose her hips up and off of his, holding herself up there for a time before slowly descending onto him again, her inner-most muscles gentle in the way that they constrict about his full, erect length, his rigid phallus twitching as it was held.

“Yes, yes,” she said with a ring of laughter, leaning into his neck as she playfully nipped at his skin, taking his length to a slightly altered angle, bringing her arms to rest just over his head as she continued to grind him. “But tell me,” she started, speaking in between playful nips and kisses. “Tell me that you’d do anything for me.” With her lips to the left of his face, she lift her fingers to the right of him to stroke at his dropped and trembling jaw. Her body slipped along his with ease for the light sheen of sweat that the both of them had built, glossing their skin from head to toe.

In an instant Ryan was upright from where he lay, his head beneath her chin as he held her tight to him, breathing heavy as she continued on in her steady, rhythmic pace atop his lap. “Anything,” he breathed, his head dizzy with excitement or passion. “Anything to keep you here with me.”

Resting her chin atop his head, Liric smiled contentedly as her arms draped behind his shoulders as she felt his quick and repeated release into her warmth. With her frost-smudged lips slightly parted and her mop of curls a mess for all their frantic tumbles, she whispered softly atop his head, “Promise?”

Exactly how long he lay there, sightless and unmoving, reveling simply in the indescribable feelings that surged through the full of his body, causing digits to tingle and appendages to fall numb, Ryan wasn’t exactly sure. It felt as if he’d been there for an eternity passed, and as if he could stay for an eternity longer. And despite his body as it lay unmoving and at rest, his heart beneath his chest pound as if he’d run a marathon without pause. It was a feeling that he couldn’t recall ever having felt before. Not really. Not—not unless he was to account for that time that—that now seemed like nothing more than a distant nightmare and nothing more. As if it were all a bad dream, erased by the presence of her, there, nestled in his arm, her bare body still warm from their excursion, but cooler now than when first they had collapsed together within the bed to recover.