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shifter, is he not? I can feel his power pressing against us."
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The next two chapters are dedicated to Subbie, who waited so long for this to
happen, to my beta, Jean, who now has a whole new appreciation for olives, and
to everyone else who endured my relentless teasing. *hugs*
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Asher held the door open for Penelope as she crossed the threshold. The inside
of the cottage was even more quaint than the outside. The main room was large
and open with exposed wooden beams supporting the ceiling and an enormous wood
burning fireplace in the corner made from various types of stone. A roaring
fire filled the room with light and warmth. In front of the hearth was a soft
couch, wide enough for two to lay comfortably, and an overstuffed chair, all in
a dark wine color. The rug in front of the fireplace was a thick black fur. The
rest of the furniture was rustic in nature and reminded Penelope of her
Grandmother's cottage in the French countryside. A small kitchen lay to the
right of the great room and beside it another door which she assumed led to a
bathroom.
"All the modern conveniences, plus a few vampire-proof windows."
Asher drew the curtains closed.
"Vampire-proof?" Penelope frowned.
"Special glass that darkens to fully black in sunlight. Not foolproof, but
enough cover in case of emergency."
Penelope walked around checking doors that opened to closets filled with
clothes. Jean-Claude's by the look of them. She frowned at Asher. She'd opened
every door. Something was missing.
Asher began to laugh and laugh, a good hearty human laugh. "Oh, ma
chère! It's in the basement!" He came over and hugged her until
they both almost collapsed in laughter. Penelope had been wondering where the
bedroom was.
"The basement?" She pulled away enough that she could look up at him.
"Jean-Claude built this cottage especially for his pleasure. I believe it
was meant to be a retreat for himself and Anita. However, the last few months
have been, well, hectic." Asher wanted to add that most of the time Anita
was too busy to notice anything sweet that Jean-Claude did for her. He knew
that it broke Jean-Claude's heart that he was unable to find the right moment
to share his retreat with his servant. When he offered it to Asher, it was
because he loved him and wanted tonight to be special. But he did it with a
heavy heart. He had always imagined sweeping Anita away to this sylvan refuge.
Asher undid the clasp of her cloak and threw it over a chair with his own coat.
He shrugged, "Naturally the bedroom would be underground. What safer
place?"
Penelope nodded, unbuttoned her jacket and took that off as well. "So they
have never been here?"
"Tonight will be the first night anyone has ever slept here."
As he answered her, Asher looked over at her with a hungry lust she had not
seen in many centuries. She felt an overwhelming heat surge over her, burning
through her most intimate places; and with that heat she knew that sleep was
far from either of their minds.
Asher took her hand and led her to the bearskin rug where a bottle of champagne
was chilling in a silver ice bucket next to a large covered basket. He helped
her off with her riding boots, and she pulled his off as well.
"And what is this?" She asked with a smile, looking down at the
impromptu picnic.
"This is something that I know you have been looking forward to, and so
have I, I must admit. Forgive me, but I had Jason gather some of the components
from your room this morning, while you were sleeping."
She smirked, "While I was sleeping?"
"You were never in danger, ma chère. I believe that I
mentioned something about broken digits." He smiled and lifted the bottle
out of the ice.
"It's..."
"Your favorite. I know." Asher expertly popped the champagne,
twisting the bottle, not the cork, like he had done it countless times. He
poured it into a sparkling crystal glass and handed it to her.
They sat opposite one another on the rug. Asher stoked the fire then reclined,
one knee up, against the couch watching her.
Penelope brought the glass up to her lips. "This will be a first for
me," she said, softly.
Penelope had so wanted this moment, almost as much as she wanted other things.
It was an intimate experience between servant and master to share things such
as food or wine. Not only could the servant sustain the master in times of
need, but it offered an opportunity for closeness almost akin to sexual
contact. The ability to give Asher something that he could not get for himself
was very satisfying for her. Food and drink were also very sensuous. In life,
Asher's appetites for luxury had been considerable. Sex, food and drink all
combined to make for an utterly decadent existence. When he was born again as a
vampire, the hungers for food and drink were transformed to blood. As for
sex...
"Just drink and with the marks open I should taste everything, even your
own enjoyment."
When the champagne hit her tongue thousands of tiny bubbles exploded in her
mouth at once. The sensation physically moved Asher, who closed his eyes and
leaned his head back against the seat of the couch with a loud sigh.
"Mon dieu, but I have missed the taste of Champagne!" He
closed his eyes and smiled. "Plus, s'il vous plaît!*"
Penelope drank deeply, emptying her glass. Asher poured her another, and
motioned towards the basket.
"Look inside, see what Jason sent for us." His excitement was almost
that of a child opening a longed for present.
"I see he raided my trunk of delicacies! He certainly is a surprising
young man." Penelope gasped, "And he knew just what to pack as
well!"
Penelope pulled out a jar of hand-packed olives with a jubilant look on her
face.
"Now these, Asher," she said with eagerness, "these are something
I know you have never tasted. They are olives from a private grove that grows a
few miles away from my old master's palace, and they are the finest olives in
the world."
"In some cultures are olives not considered an aphrodisiac?" Asher's
smile was taking on an increasingly lascivious expression as the evening
proceeded.
"Yes. Yes they are." Penelope looked at him with a wicked smile and
he saw the flicker of desire in her eyes. "These particular olives are the
closest thing to sex that I have had in three centuries."
Penelope opened the jar and picked out a fat black olive and put it in her
mouth. She rolled the flesh around with her tongue until she saw Asher shift
his weight and sit up, leaning in towards her. The olive had been pitted and
packed in extra virgin olive oil which made it slick and slippery as she sucked
gently on it, and squeezed her tongue inside it's meaty center. Asher licked
his lips and crawled closer and closer to her with every roll of her tongue.
When he was but inches from her body, she bit down on the juicy olive, piercing
its rich meat between her teeth. Asher moaned with delight.
"Penelope..." Asher reached for her arms, his hands sliding over the
red silk of her blouse, fingers kneading into her skin as her teeth continued
to tear through the flesh of the olive. He savored every salty morsel with her
as they went down her throat. When she had swallowed the last bite, he pulled
her roughly to him, covering her lips, which were shiny with the savory oil,
really and truly kissing her for the very first time.
She opened her lips allowing his tongue to explore her whole mouth. The taste
of her desire, mixed with the piquant flavor of the olive, made her an enticing
cocktail. He kissed her harder, his hands grasping her arms, pulling her as
close as he could. His lips descended from her mouth, along the line of her jaw
to her throat where he lavished her skin with licks and small kisses. He
stopped suddenly and looked into her eyes which were burning with a sparkly
golden brown fire.
His voice was heavy with need. "Penelope, I can feel your aura pulsing
against me, can you feel mine?"
"Yes, oh yes," she said, trying to catch her breath. Her magic had
come alive in a way she had never felt before.
"Will you lower all of your shields? Will you trust me?"
Penelope did as he asked, and for the first time since the near disastrous
ceremony, they were both metaphysically naked. Nothing stood between their
respective magics. The first time they tried this their powers fought against
each other, trapping them in a whirlwind of fear and despair. But this time
something was very different.
Asher's aura washed over her like warm water, caressing her, enfolding her into
his very being. In turn, her aura washed over him, and although her power had
always been cool, like a mountain spring, now it mixed with his and was warmed
for the very first time in her life. She had never felt such a warm magical
embrace.
As their auras pulsed and flowed over and through each other they actually
mixed instead of simply riding on top of one another, so that when each of
their own auras returned to them, it was changed. Warmer. More alive than ever
before.
Penelope opened her eyes to see Asher looking at her, his eyes completely in
flames with her own brown and gold fire.
"Penelope! Your eyes!" He exclaimed, startled by what he saw.
She knew without words that her own eyes were drowning in an arctic sea of
blue.
Asher leaned down and kissed her again. Penelope threw her arms around his neck
and gave herself over to his mouth and hands. The rush of power started to
slowly recede, their eyes changing back to their own respective flames of
color.
Before she could speak, Asher rose, picked her up into his arms and carried her
downstairs to the bedroom. It was dark, save for a gas fireplace and two large
wrought iron candelabras that flanked the headboard of the king sized bed that
was situated in the center of the room.
A thick black carpet covered the floor, but the only other adornments the room
contained were a wardrobe, an enormous mirror hanging on the wall opposite the
bed, and two heavy oak bedside tables. A door to the right of the bed led to
the bathroom. The bed itself was bedecked with scarlet silk sheets, and scads
of pillows in scarlet and black.
Asher carefully laid her down on the bed where she seemed to swim in a sea of
blood. He stood looking down at her, and slowly pulled his shirt out of his
pants and over his head.
Penelope sat up on her elbows watching him, her heart beating fiercely. The
lustre of the candles flickered all around them shedding just enough light that
they could thoroughly enjoy watching each other.
Asher leaned over her, hands on either side of her body, but without touching
her. His face was inches from hers and his voice was low and dangerous and full
of sex.
"Did you like what was in the little box I sent you, Penelope?"
She knew exactly which box he was talking about. She swallowed hard, and
whispered, "yes."
"Show me."
Penelope lay back on the sheets and unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it out of
her pants and laying it open on either side of her body. The contrast of her
creamy skin against the scarlet wash of silk beneath her made Asher shudder
with a hunger much stronger than his hunger for blood. He had chosen a delicate
white lace demi-bra edged with a black velvet ribbon. It closed in the front,
and barely contained her ample breasts. A black velvet bow tied it together at
the center of her chest. Asher stared down, enjoying the view for what seemed
like an eternity.
Penelope could take no more of this prolonged torture. He must touch
me!
She moved her arms to the sides of her body, and her breasts heaved with every
labored breath, "Asher," she pleaded, "Asher, please touch
me..."
He obliged, and bent low kissing the smooth skin of her stomach and licking a
line upwards until he reached the velvet bow. With his teeth he carefully bit
the end of it and pulled, releasing the bra and her breasts at once. Still
supporting his body with his arms, he used his mouth, kissing and nibbling
first her right breast and then her left, deliberately avoiding the hard red
nipples that tempted him with their ripeness. Penelope cried and whimpered and
reached up to grab his shoulders. He moved away suddenly.
"No, no! No touching, ma chère!" he said softly,
"Only I can touch." With that, he pinned her arms gently over her
head and resumed nibbling and suckling, finally taking her left nipple into his
mouth, just grazing her tender flesh with his teeth. She cried out and tried to
wrap her legs around his waist, but Asher moved his body, straddling her so
that he trapped her gently with his knees.
He sucked the creamy flesh of her breast into his mouth until his fangs were
dangerously close to breaking her skin. Although he knew she would not protest,
he wanted to save her blood for later. He was fed, and more than ready to go.
She writhed and squirmed underneath him, moaning softly. Everything she wanted
was hovering over her.
"Please let me touch you, Asher, please!" Penelope whispered, barely
able to get the words out. She wanted to feel her skin melt into his.
Asher granted her request allowing his body to slowly descend onto hers, and
releasing her arms so they could grasp his shoulders and back where she dug her
fingers into his skin bringing him down to her body faster. He buried his face
in her neck and hair, drinking in her scent and pressing her into the mattress.
He knew instinctively that she loved feeling his full weight on her body.
His lips found her mouth once again, but this time his control was beginning to
falter. He nicked her lip and moaned loudly as her sweet blood filled his
mouth. He rolled them so she was on top.
Penelope sat astride him and could feel his hardness through the soft leather
of his pants. She peeled her blouse and bra off her shoulders, and sat there
looking down on him with wonder. His lean muscles rippled under the porcelain
whiteness of his skin. She ran her hands over his chest, lingering for a few
moments on the rough scars of his right side. Penelope leaned down and licked
that roughness, encircling his right nipple with her tongue, and kissing and
licking her way up his smooth throat to his lips. She hovered over them.
"I want to feel you everywhere. On me, inside me. I want you to take me
over and over again, until the sun comes and selfishly steals you away from
me." She licked his lips and pressed hers to his in a long, lingering
kiss. Penelope then slid her body down the line of his and stood up next to the
bed. She unbuttoned her pants and slowly, teasingly peeled them down her
thighs, revealing the white lacy panties that matched the bra.
Asher sat up on the bed and undid the buttons on his own pants. In seconds they
were gone and they stood facing one another. Asher was hard and ready, and
Penelope sucked in her breath when she finally saw him nude and aroused for the
first time. He was long and thick and perfect, and she fought the desire to
fall to her knees to worship his erection. She saw where his scars dribbled
down to his scrotum, but his penis was untouched, and beautiful. She bit her
lower lip in anticipation of what he would feel like as he surged into her warm
wet sex and she felt herself swell with arousal.
Asher looked down at the white lace that covered her most delicate parts.
"Do you know why I chose white, ma chère? I know you are not a
virgin, but to me you are untouched. You should have been mine that day so long
ago, and now you finally belong to me."
He knelt at her feet and sat back on his heels, drawing her body close. He
leaned his face up to her stomach, kissing her belly button, and running his
left hand up the back of her thigh along her ass and up underneath the lace.
The fingers of his right hand pressed into the front of her where he felt that
she was already damp through her panties. With his tongue he began to lick and
kiss her through the lace, making them even more wet and making her whimper and
pant. The lace was beautiful, but it was what lay beneath that he was most
interested in getting his mouth on. He slid them down, kissing her all the way
down her right leg to her feet, then up her left leg again, sliding his fingers
deftly between her thighs.
Penelope gasped at the new sensation and caught herself on his shoulders for
balance as spasms of pleasure rocked through her. His fingers found her pliant
and moist and she spread her feet raising one leg to rest, bent over his
shoulder, in order to accommodate his probing fingers and mouth as he kissed
and licked at her with a near ravenous hunger. With his other hand he reached
under her and supported her body. He was in total control of her, for now.
As Penelope's body climbed towards orgasm, she steadied herself against his
shoulders. Only his hand supporting her was keeping her from collapsing to the
floor. Her mind was touched with the cloudy mists of ecstasy, and in a moment
of total abandon, she completely gave herself over to Asher and the pleasures
his tongue and fingers were giving her. The heat was searing through her
abdomen as his fingers carefully stroked at her...one, two, three...she was no
longer aware of how many fingers he was using, or what the rhythm was. She
moved her hand from his shoulder to his hair, tightly twining her fingers in
his golden flow as he brought her, and she cried out his name.
Asher anticipated the moment of her release and raised his mouth from her
allowing her to collapse, shaking, in his arms. His fingers never lost their
rhythm, but he captured her screams with his own mouth, drinking in her
pleasure, and holding her close to his body as she came. He held her, rocking
her gently until her heartbeat slowed and her breaths became more regular.
When she finally stilled in his arms, he smiled at her, "Bien aimèe**,
we have this wonderful bed at our disposal, why are we on the floor?"
She laughed softly as he helped her up and onto the scarlet sheets. Penelope
knelt on the bed and held her hands out to him, drawing him onto his knees in
front of her.
"I want to see your face, Asher. I want to see your face when you come
inside me."
Asher pulled her into his lap, the length of him pressed into her belly. She
sighed and rubbed her body against him. All she could think of was what he
would feel like throbbing inside of her.
Because they were as close as ever, Asher knew exactly what she wanted, and he
wanted it too.
"I don't want to hurt you." He knew it had been centuries since she
had been intimate with a man. He wanted her to have pleasure tonight, not pain.
"You won't hurt me, Asher. Just love me."
And in that moment, he did. All the feelings that had lain dormant for so long
came rushing to the surface, spilling out and over them in a glorious wave of
emotion. He kissed her and raised her up, guiding just the tip of himself
inside her silky walls.
She gasped loudly as he entered her. His velvety smoothness snugly caressed by
her tight but eager body. She eased herself down onto him a little bit at a
time, her knees on either side of his hips, never once breaking eye contact
with him. She moaned with every inch he took as he raised his body to meet
hers. When he was completely sheathed inside of her, she took a deep breath and
kissed him, penetrating his mouth with her tongue as his body penetrated hers.
"You will get used to me in a moment," he whispered, stroking her
hair from her face.
But she was already used to him. To be filled that way once again was
everything Penelope had dreamed of. She felt all the parts of her that didn't
quite fit all these long years, finally settle into place. As Asher's body and
life pulsed inside of her, she felt whole.
They found a rhythm, slow and steady, with their breaths in perfect time to
their motions. Penelope wrapped her arms around his neck and held on while
Asher grasped her hips. The fronts of their bodies, slick with sweat, slid
against each other, her nipples rubbing against his chest. His scars were rough
on her delicate skin but still she relished every sensation of her hardened
nipples grazed on one side by his rough scars, and caressed on the other by his
smooth skin. They stared into each other's eyes, rising and falling together,
their bodies in perfect sync.
Asher drove the steady pace but began to quicken, his own chest heaving against
hers. He was close and she could feel his body start to spasm and lose time.
Penelope felt that searing heat once again tear through her abdomen, so she
ground her hips into his, matching his faster pace.
"Asher...." she cried, throwing her head back.
He growled. Raising himself up to his knees and careful not to slip out of her,
he slammed her down on her back, changing the angle and increasing the pace to
something frenzied and animal. He pounded himself into her relentlessly, and
she loved it. They lost themselves in the fire of each other's eyes as their
faces went slack with the ecstasy of the body and the purest joy of two souls
becoming one.
Her orgasm imploded from her very center outwards, meeting the powerful
explosion of his seed within of her as he let go of all his control. Penelope
screamed as the waves roared through her.
"Mon dieu!" was all Asher could manage as he felt her body
come hard around him, bringing his own climax and milking every drop out of
him, taking his essence into her own core.
He collapsed on top of her, satisfied and exhausted. They were both slick with
sweat, hearts beating wildly into each other, chests heaving.
Asher felt himself still pulsing inside of her, or is that her? He
couldn't tell, and he didn't care. All he cared about was the woman underneath
him, panting and shaking, holding him in her arms.
shifter, is he not? I can feel his power pressing against us."
"Good that you could tell. Yes. He is one of the new Hyenas. There are six
bodyguards here, positioned around the property. It is simply a precaution. We
will not be disturbed." Asher was pleased that his servant was becoming
aware of his animal to call.
"Are they in the house?" Penelope suddenly was afraid that their
romantic getaway would be intruded upon by Hyenas with guns. Not at all what
she imagined.
"No," he smoothed her disheveled hair away from her face, and looked
down at her with a glint in his eye that was all masculine and full of erotic
promise. "They will remain outside, unless I call them. And I am not
planning to call them."
Penny trembled, and let him lead her through the door.
*My sleeping beauty
** Until tonight
Chapter 7-Consummation by nicola71
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The next two chapters are dedicated to Subbie, who waited so long for this to
happen, to my beta, Jean, who now has a whole new appreciation for olives, and
to everyone else who endured my relentless teasing. *hugs*
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Asher held the door open for Penelope as she crossed the threshold. The inside
of the cottage was even more quaint than the outside. The main room was large
and open with exposed wooden beams supporting the ceiling and an enormous wood
burning fireplace in the corner made from various types of stone. A roaring
fire filled the room with light and warmth. In front of the hearth was a soft
couch, wide enough for two to lay comfortably, and an overstuffed chair, all in
a dark wine color. The rug in front of the fireplace was a thick black fur. The
rest of the furniture was rustic in nature and reminded Penelope of her
Grandmother's cottage in the French countryside. A small kitchen lay to the
right of the great room and beside it another door which she assumed led to a
bathroom.
"All the modern conveniences, plus a few vampire-proof windows."
Asher drew the curtains closed.
"Vampire-proof?" Penelope frowned.
"Special glass that darkens to fully black in sunlight. Not foolproof, but
enough cover in case of emergency."
Penelope walked around checking doors that opened to closets filled with
clothes. Jean-Claude's by the look of them. She frowned at Asher. She'd opened
every door. Something was missing.
Asher began to laugh and laugh, a good hearty human laugh. "Oh, ma
chère! It's in the basement!" He came over and hugged her until
they both almost collapsed in laughter. Penelope had been wondering where the
bedroom was.
"The basement?" She pulled away enough that she could look up at him.
"Jean-Claude built this cottage especially for his pleasure. I believe it
was meant to be a retreat for himself and Anita. However, the last few months
have been, well, hectic." Asher wanted to add that most of the time Anita
was too busy to notice anything sweet that Jean-Claude did for her. He knew
that it broke Jean-Claude's heart that he was unable to find the right moment
to share his retreat with his servant. When he offered it to Asher, it was
because he loved him and wanted tonight to be special. But he did it with a
heavy heart. He had always imagined sweeping Anita away to this sylvan refuge.
Asher undid the clasp of her cloak and threw it over a chair with his own coat.
He shrugged, "Naturally the bedroom would be underground. What safer
place?"
Penelope nodded, unbuttoned her jacket and took that off as well. "So they
have never been here?"
"Tonight will be the first night anyone has ever slept here."
As he answered her, Asher looked over at her with a hungry lust she had not
seen in many centuries. She felt an overwhelming heat surge over her, burning
through her most intimate places; and with that heat she knew that sleep was
far from either of their minds.
Asher took her hand and led her to the bearskin rug where a bottle of champagne
was chilling in a silver ice bucket next to a large covered basket. He helped
her off with her riding boots, and she pulled his off as well.
"And what is this?" She asked with a smile, looking down at the
impromptu picnic.
"This is something that I know you have been looking forward to, and so
have I, I must admit. Forgive me, but I had Jason gather some of the components
from your room this morning, while you were sleeping."
She smirked, "While I was sleeping?"
"You were never in danger, ma chère. I believe that I
mentioned something about broken digits." He smiled and lifted the bottle
out of the ice.
"It's..."
"Your favorite. I know." Asher expertly popped the champagne,
twisting the bottle, not the cork, like he had done it countless times. He
poured it into a sparkling crystal glass and handed it to her.
They sat opposite one another on the rug. Asher stoked the fire then reclined,
one knee up, against the couch watching her.
Penelope brought the glass up to her lips. "This will be a first for
me," she said, softly.
Penelope had so wanted this moment, almost as much as she wanted other things.
It was an intimate experience between servant and master to share things such
as food or wine. Not only could the servant sustain the master in times of
need, but it offered an opportunity for closeness almost akin to sexual
contact. The ability to give Asher something that he could not get for himself
was very satisfying for her. Food and drink were also very sensuous. In life,
Asher's appetites for luxury had been considerable. Sex, food and drink all
combined to make for an utterly decadent existence. When he was born again as a
vampire, the hungers for food and drink were transformed to blood. As for
sex...
"Just drink and with the marks open I should taste everything, even your
own enjoyment."
When the champagne hit her tongue thousands of tiny bubbles exploded in her
mouth at once. The sensation physically moved Asher, who closed his eyes and
leaned his head back against the seat of the couch with a loud sigh.
"Mon dieu, but I have missed the taste of Champagne!" He
closed his eyes and smiled. "Plus, s'il vous plaît!*"
Penelope drank deeply, emptying her glass. Asher poured her another, and
motioned towards the basket.
"Look inside, see what Jason sent for us." His excitement was almost
that of a child opening a longed for present.
"I see he raided my trunk of delicacies! He certainly is a surprising
young man." Penelope gasped, "And he knew just what to pack as
well!"
Penelope pulled out a jar of hand-packed olives with a jubilant look on her
face.
"Now these, Asher," she said with eagerness, "these are something
I know you have never tasted. They are olives from a private grove that grows a
few miles away from my old master's palace, and they are the finest olives in
the world."
"In some cultures are olives not considered an aphrodisiac?" Asher's
smile was taking on an increasingly lascivious expression as the evening
proceeded.
"Yes. Yes they are." Penelope looked at him with a wicked smile and
he saw the flicker of desire in her eyes. "These particular olives are the
closest thing to sex that I have had in three centuries."
Penelope opened the jar and picked out a fat black olive and put it in her
mouth. She rolled the flesh around with her tongue until she saw Asher shift
his weight and sit up, leaning in towards her. The olive had been pitted and
packed in extra virgin olive oil which made it slick and slippery as she sucked
gently on it, and squeezed her tongue inside it's meaty center. Asher licked
his lips and crawled closer and closer to her with every roll of her tongue.
When he was but inches from her body, she bit down on the juicy olive, piercing
its rich meat between her teeth. Asher moaned with delight.
"Penelope..." Asher reached for her arms, his hands sliding over the
red silk of her blouse, fingers kneading into her skin as her teeth continued
to tear through the flesh of the olive. He savored every salty morsel with her
as they went down her throat. When she had swallowed the last bite, he pulled
her roughly to him, covering her lips, which were shiny with the savory oil,
really and truly kissing her for the very first time.
She opened her lips allowing his tongue to explore her whole mouth. The taste
of her desire, mixed with the piquant flavor of the olive, made her an enticing
cocktail. He kissed her harder, his hands grasping her arms, pulling her as
close as he could. His lips descended from her mouth, along the line of her jaw
to her throat where he lavished her skin with licks and small kisses. He
stopped suddenly and looked into her eyes which were burning with a sparkly
golden brown fire.
His voice was heavy with need. "Penelope, I can feel your aura pulsing
against me, can you feel mine?"
"Yes, oh yes," she said, trying to catch her breath. Her magic had
come alive in a way she had never felt before.
"Will you lower all of your shields? Will you trust me?"
Penelope did as he asked, and for the first time since the near disastrous
ceremony, they were both metaphysically naked. Nothing stood between their
respective magics. The first time they tried this their powers fought against
each other, trapping them in a whirlwind of fear and despair. But this time
something was very different.
Asher's aura washed over her like warm water, caressing her, enfolding her into
his very being. In turn, her aura washed over him, and although her power had
always been cool, like a mountain spring, now it mixed with his and was warmed
for the very first time in her life. She had never felt such a warm magical
embrace.
As their auras pulsed and flowed over and through each other they actually
mixed instead of simply riding on top of one another, so that when each of
their own auras returned to them, it was changed. Warmer. More alive than ever
before.
Penelope opened her eyes to see Asher looking at her, his eyes completely in
flames with her own brown and gold fire.
"Penelope! Your eyes!" He exclaimed, startled by what he saw.
She knew without words that her own eyes were drowning in an arctic sea of
blue.
Asher leaned down and kissed her again. Penelope threw her arms around his neck
and gave herself over to his mouth and hands. The rush of power started to
slowly recede, their eyes changing back to their own respective flames of
color.
Before she could speak, Asher rose, picked her up into his arms and carried her
downstairs to the bedroom. It was dark, save for a gas fireplace and two large
wrought iron candelabras that flanked the headboard of the king sized bed that
was situated in the center of the room.
A thick black carpet covered the floor, but the only other adornments the room
contained were a wardrobe, an enormous mirror hanging on the wall opposite the
bed, and two heavy oak bedside tables. A door to the right of the bed led to
the bathroom. The bed itself was bedecked with scarlet silk sheets, and scads
of pillows in scarlet and black.
Asher carefully laid her down on the bed where she seemed to swim in a sea of
blood. He stood looking down at her, and slowly pulled his shirt out of his
pants and over his head.
Penelope sat up on her elbows watching him, her heart beating fiercely. The
lustre of the candles flickered all around them shedding just enough light that
they could thoroughly enjoy watching each other.
Asher leaned over her, hands on either side of her body, but without touching
her. His face was inches from hers and his voice was low and dangerous and full
of sex.
"Did you like what was in the little box I sent you, Penelope?"
She knew exactly which box he was talking about. She swallowed hard, and
whispered, "yes."
"Show me."
Penelope lay back on the sheets and unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it out of
her pants and laying it open on either side of her body. The contrast of her
creamy skin against the scarlet wash of silk beneath her made Asher shudder
with a hunger much stronger than his hunger for blood. He had chosen a delicate
white lace demi-bra edged with a black velvet ribbon. It closed in the front,
and barely contained her ample breasts. A black velvet bow tied it together at
the center of her chest. Asher stared down, enjoying the view for what seemed
like an eternity.
Penelope could take no more of this prolonged torture. He must touch
me!
She moved her arms to the sides of her body, and her breasts heaved with every
labored breath, "Asher," she pleaded, "Asher, please touch
me..."
He obliged, and bent low kissing the smooth skin of her stomach and licking a
line upwards until he reached the velvet bow. With his teeth he carefully bit
the end of it and pulled, releasing the bra and her breasts at once. Still
supporting his body with his arms, he used his mouth, kissing and nibbling
first her right breast and then her left, deliberately avoiding the hard red
nipples that tempted him with their ripeness. Penelope cried and whimpered and
reached up to grab his shoulders. He moved away suddenly.
"No, no! No touching, ma chère!" he said softly,
"Only I can touch." With that, he pinned her arms gently over her
head and resumed nibbling and suckling, finally taking her left nipple into his
mouth, just grazing her tender flesh with his teeth. She cried out and tried to
wrap her legs around his waist, but Asher moved his body, straddling her so
that he trapped her gently with his knees.
He sucked the creamy flesh of her breast into his mouth until his fangs were
dangerously close to breaking her skin. Although he knew she would not protest,
he wanted to save her blood for later. He was fed, and more than ready to go.
She writhed and squirmed underneath him, moaning softly. Everything she wanted
was hovering over her.
"Please let me touch you, Asher, please!" Penelope whispered, barely
able to get the words out. She wanted to feel her skin melt into his.
Asher granted her request allowing his body to slowly descend onto hers, and
releasing her arms so they could grasp his shoulders and back where she dug her
fingers into his skin bringing him down to her body faster. He buried his face
in her neck and hair, drinking in her scent and pressing her into the mattress.
He knew instinctively that she loved feeling his full weight on her body.
His lips found her mouth once again, but this time his control was beginning to
falter. He nicked her lip and moaned loudly as her sweet blood filled his
mouth. He rolled them so she was on top.
Penelope sat astride him and could feel his hardness through the soft leather
of his pants. She peeled her blouse and bra off her shoulders, and sat there
looking down on him with wonder. His lean muscles rippled under the porcelain
whiteness of his skin. She ran her hands over his chest, lingering for a few
moments on the rough scars of his right side. Penelope leaned down and licked
that roughness, encircling his right nipple with her tongue, and kissing and
licking her way up his smooth throat to his lips. She hovered over them.
"I want to feel you everywhere. On me, inside me. I want you to take me
over and over again, until the sun comes and selfishly steals you away from
me." She licked his lips and pressed hers to his in a long, lingering
kiss. Penelope then slid her body down the line of his and stood up next to the
bed. She unbuttoned her pants and slowly, teasingly peeled them down her
thighs, revealing the white lacy panties that matched the bra.
Asher sat up on the bed and undid the buttons on his own pants. In seconds they
were gone and they stood facing one another. Asher was hard and ready, and
Penelope sucked in her breath when she finally saw him nude and aroused for the
first time. He was long and thick and perfect, and she fought the desire to
fall to her knees to worship his erection. She saw where his scars dribbled
down to his scrotum, but his penis was untouched, and beautiful. She bit her
lower lip in anticipation of what he would feel like as he surged into her warm
wet sex and she felt herself swell with arousal.
Asher looked down at the white lace that covered her most delicate parts.
"Do you know why I chose white, ma chère? I know you are not a
virgin, but to me you are untouched. You should have been mine that day so long
ago, and now you finally belong to me."
He knelt at her feet and sat back on his heels, drawing her body close. He
leaned his face up to her stomach, kissing her belly button, and running his
left hand up the back of her thigh along her ass and up underneath the lace.
The fingers of his right hand pressed into the front of her where he felt that
she was already damp through her panties. With his tongue he began to lick and
kiss her through the lace, making them even more wet and making her whimper and
pant. The lace was beautiful, but it was what lay beneath that he was most
interested in getting his mouth on. He slid them down, kissing her all the way
down her right leg to her feet, then up her left leg again, sliding his fingers
deftly between her thighs.
Penelope gasped at the new sensation and caught herself on his shoulders for
balance as spasms of pleasure rocked through her. His fingers found her pliant
and moist and she spread her feet raising one leg to rest, bent over his
shoulder, in order to accommodate his probing fingers and mouth as he kissed
and licked at her with a near ravenous hunger. With his other hand he reached
under her and supported her body. He was in total control of her, for now.
As Penelope's body climbed towards orgasm, she steadied herself against his
shoulders. Only his hand supporting her was keeping her from collapsing to the
floor. Her mind was touched with the cloudy mists of ecstasy, and in a moment
of total abandon, she completely gave herself over to Asher and the pleasures
his tongue and fingers were giving her. The heat was searing through her
abdomen as his fingers carefully stroked at her...one, two, three...she was no
longer aware of how many fingers he was using, or what the rhythm was. She
moved her hand from his shoulder to his hair, tightly twining her fingers in
his golden flow as he brought her, and she cried out his name.
Asher anticipated the moment of her release and raised his mouth from her
allowing her to collapse, shaking, in his arms. His fingers never lost their
rhythm, but he captured her screams with his own mouth, drinking in her
pleasure, and holding her close to his body as she came. He held her, rocking
her gently until her heartbeat slowed and her breaths became more regular.
When she finally stilled in his arms, he smiled at her, "Bien aimèe**,
we have this wonderful bed at our disposal, why are we on the floor?"
She laughed softly as he helped her up and onto the scarlet sheets. Penelope
knelt on the bed and held her hands out to him, drawing him onto his knees in
front of her.
"I want to see your face, Asher. I want to see your face when you come
inside me."
Asher pulled her into his lap, the length of him pressed into her belly. She
sighed and rubbed her body against him. All she could think of was what he
would feel like throbbing inside of her.
Because they were as close as ever, Asher knew exactly what she wanted, and he
wanted it too.
"I don't want to hurt you." He knew it had been centuries since she
had been intimate with a man. He wanted her to have pleasure tonight, not pain.
"You won't hurt me, Asher. Just love me."
And in that moment, he did. All the feelings that had lain dormant for so long
came rushing to the surface, spilling out and over them in a glorious wave of
emotion. He kissed her and raised her up, guiding just the tip of himself
inside her silky walls.
She gasped loudly as he entered her. His velvety smoothness snugly caressed by
her tight but eager body. She eased herself down onto him a little bit at a
time, her knees on either side of his hips, never once breaking eye contact
with him. She moaned with every inch he took as he raised his body to meet
hers. When he was completely sheathed inside of her, she took a deep breath and
kissed him, penetrating his mouth with her tongue as his body penetrated hers.
"You will get used to me in a moment," he whispered, stroking her
hair from her face.
But she was already used to him. To be filled that way once again was
everything Penelope had dreamed of. She felt all the parts of her that didn't
quite fit all these long years, finally settle into place. As Asher's body and
life pulsed inside of her, she felt whole.
They found a rhythm, slow and steady, with their breaths in perfect time to
their motions. Penelope wrapped her arms around his neck and held on while
Asher grasped her hips. The fronts of their bodies, slick with sweat, slid
against each other, her nipples rubbing against his chest. His scars were rough
on her delicate skin but still she relished every sensation of her hardened
nipples grazed on one side by his rough scars, and caressed on the other by his
smooth skin. They stared into each other's eyes, rising and falling together,
their bodies in perfect sync.
Asher drove the steady pace but began to quicken, his own chest heaving against
hers. He was close and she could feel his body start to spasm and lose time.
Penelope felt that searing heat once again tear through her abdomen, so she
ground her hips into his, matching his faster pace.
"Asher...." she cried, throwing her head back.
He growled. Raising himself up to his knees and careful not to slip out of her,
he slammed her down on her back, changing the angle and increasing the pace to
something frenzied and animal. He pounded himself into her relentlessly, and
she loved it. They lost themselves in the fire of each other's eyes as their
faces went slack with the ecstasy of the body and the purest joy of two souls
becoming one.
Her orgasm imploded from her very center outwards, meeting the powerful
explosion of his seed within of her as he let go of all his control. Penelope
screamed as the waves roared through her.
"Mon dieu!" was all Asher could manage as he felt her body
come hard around him, bringing his own climax and milking every drop out of
him, taking his essence into her own core.
He collapsed on top of her, satisfied and exhausted. They were both slick with
sweat, hearts beating wildly into each other, chests heaving.
Asher felt himself still pulsing inside of her, or is that her? He
couldn't tell, and he didn't care. All he cared about was the woman underneath
him, panting and shaking, holding him in her arms.
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