Message-ID: <4605eli$9710051128@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: dez187lm@hotmail.com (H.D. Meister) Subject: Story: Tales from the Shadows One: - dels0000.txt [1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <616rn5$b51$1@solaris.cc.vt.edu> All standard disclaimers apply to materila of this type. All comments can be directed to: dez187lm@hotmail.com And yes, I am the author. Steele: Tales form the Shadows Back to the Fold By: H.D. Meister Were it not for the simple truth that Kelly hated men, she would have found Del rather attractive. He dressed in a manner which spoke loudly of his individuality, and walked with none of the strut she had seen with most black men. Not that she preferred dating black men; she was color blind in that regard. Kelly often boasted that she had dated men of almost every nationality. Yet she had come to the conclusion that all that men wanted was sex. While she enjoyed sex, she had long ago decided that a relationship based solely on the physical was not going to work, no matter how hard either party wanted it. She was walking towards the computer lab with her usual slowness; it was Friday, and there would not be anyone in the lab except for Del. When she entered Fergusson Hall, making her way towards the top floor, she felt his presence. Kelly wondered, as she always did, how she could feel him. She was loath to answer that they were connected in some metaphysical way, but she could not deny what she knew. Del had never once tried to be anything short of civil towards her, and she had respected him for it. She entered the large room and glanced around. She saw what she had expected, for the most part; Del was nowhere to be seen. Fear crept into her throat with the realization that he was not there. She froze, taking a long look at the empty seats. “I’m up here, Kelly,” came a muffled voice... from the ceiling! Kelly cast her eyes towards the source of the voice. “What are you doing up there?” she asked the tiles. “Trying to track down a spliced wire. Seems... now why the fuck?... What idiot?” “Don’t get stuck up there. I’d hate to lock you up over the weekend!” “Fat chance. OUCH!!” Kelly chuckled. She set about going through her normal routine, blindly checking on the computers and the general look of the room. She was almost finished with her homework when she heard Del humming softly behind her. She raised her head and watched as he moved. She caught herself smiling at the total simplicity of his often erratic movements. He knew exactly what he was doing, yet seemed to be going about it in a manner best suited for the criminally insane. Her eyes caught sight of the clock... 4:30. She still had thirty minutes to go before she was forced to return to her dorm room and her roommate. “Shit! Angie’s got her boyfriend coming over tonight!” “Looks like someone’s getting put out,” Del quipped. “Not likely. I want to get SOME sleep this weekend.” Kelly had borne witness to Mark and Angie’s sexcapades before, and she did not care to repeat the experience. Especially since it had been over three years since she had known the company of someone else in her bed. “Well, there’s always the Thirteenth Chamber. You know you’re always welcome there.” Kelly opened her mouth to decline the offer, then thought better of it. Del was the closest thing she had known to a true friend, and had made the offer the last time Mark and Angie had planned a date. “Deal. Hope you can cook as well as you claim!” “So do I,” he laughed. Kelly smiled again, yet the smile faded as she felt her cunt stir from its long slumber. Del had lied to her. He was not a good cook; he was a master chef. Dinner was more along the lines of a pre-fuck date than a simple meal between friends. “I hope you enjoyed. I don’t often get visitors.” Kelly belched loudly, causing Del to laugh as he washed the dishes. “I’ll take that as a ‘YES!’” They sat down, watched television while drinking lemonade. She had known that Del often drank beer, but he had not offered her any. She also noticed that, for a bachelor, his house was immaculate. The house had two floors. The upper floor was occupied with three bedrooms and a large bathroom. The lower contained a living room, a dining room, a full kitchen, another bathroom, and a patio which led to a large enclosed pool. Kelly wondered how much money Del made as a simple network technician. “Del,” she started, “how can you afford to rent a place like this?” “I own it. Hit the lottery a while back.” She faced him, her eyes, jokingly poised to rake him over hot coals. “You sure this isn’t the spoils of a drug deal?” She watched as his face mocked that of an innocent man. “ME?!?! Not every black man is a drug dealer. Only about ninety percent,” he whined. Kelly watched as her friend, for that was how she now chose to see him, feigned being hurt. The rest of the night was spent in a similar fashion. They talked and joked, and Kelly found herself actually enjoying herself. Were it not for the constant itch deep within her cunt, she would have said it was the perfect evening. Lust was not unknown to her, but it was not the high voltage spike that it usually chose whenever it manifested. This time it was only a bothersome itch easily ignored, and this frightened her. Del had become her friend. Sleep called her around 2:00 in the morning, yet it was only a warning, not the thunderous bellow of a body pushed well beyond exhaustion. “Looks like you’re about ready for bed. Your room is the first door on the left.” “No. I’m just... Del...” “Something wrong?” he asked. Kelly’s eyes snapped open at the softness and caring of his words. Her cunt also responded. “Nothing. It’s just that...” Her eyes met his and she saw. Del had known. He had somehow known that she was beginning to get horny, and had been trying to ensnare it with every strand of willpower she possessed. “Get some sleep, Kelly,” he spoke, “And, if you need it, there’s a little box under the bed. Use it.” She smiled warmly at him before walking towards her room. She entered the room and was amazed. It was decorated in a decidedly feminine way. Soft hues of pink and gold shone even in the darkness. On the bed, which was covered with satin sheets, lay a conservative, pink silk nightgown. Kelly wondered how many visitors Del did get; most men never had a room with such a soft sense, nor did they keep lingerie out for their female guests. She turned on the lights, and was yet again surprised; even the lighting was soft. The room was made up for women exclusively. Hanging on the closet door was a fluffy bath robe, pink with gold trim and belt, a pink bath towel and washcloth. A set of slippers sat quietly beneath these. “The other room is more suited for men, if you’re wondering,” Del said. She had gotten used to his silent way of moving. When she first met him, it was creepy; he didn’t look as if he should be able to move so quietly. “And no, I wasn’t expecting you. I had to guess at your size. Hope everything fits. If not, just look in the closet.” She turned and watched him walk away. “Thanks, Del.” “Don’t mention it. Oh... and don’t forget the box. Use it if you need to, OK?” He smiled and was gone. “Dibs on the shower!” she laughed loudly. “Just don’t use up all the bloody hot water!!!” Kelly was drying her hair, thinking about Del’s bathroom. It was the perfect balance between man and woman. She had found his tastes rather exotic, in a plain sense; there were several different types of soap to choose from, and his collection of shampoo would have made Angie jealous. Kelly felt more at ease than she had in quite some time, which made her constantly itching cunt more annoying than ever. She primped in front of the huge wall mirror, making herself look beautiful. She knew why; she had not done this since Jeff. Thoughts about her last boyfriend only made her Lust grow, yet it did so with patience. She looked at the door, which came with a lock on her side, and briefly considered locking the door and soothing her need as she had done so many nights, fingering herself into blissful sleep. Then she remembered the box. She reached under the bed and pulled out a large wooden box carved with intricate patterns. Kelly opened the box slowly. Resting on a velvet separator was letter, scripted in a fluid, delicate hand. Welcome: This box is but a token to those who feel the quickening pulse within them. Use what you find as pleases you, and do not worry about my ears. The room will leak not one word; I have seen to this. Delvar Steele Kelly opened the box, and marveled at the array of sex toys before her. Del had assembled dildos of various sizes and colors. She also found a wide assortment of lubricants. Her head lifted slowly, and she focused on where his room should have been. “What kind of man...” she wondered. Del had surprised her on numerous occasions with his insight, yet now... “Well. Since you offered...” Kelly sat down in front the treasure chest of pleasure before her. She studied each of the dildos carefully before she realized that there was not one vibrator amongst them. This struck her as odd; if the room was soundproof as the letter suggested, why were there no vibrators? Dismissing these thoughts, Kelly’s eyes settled upon a slender, midnight black dildo less than half of an inch thick. “I wonder how many assholes you’ve been in?” she asked. The dildo did not look as impressive as its neighbors, and she wondered why Del had chosen to include it. She lifted from its place and noticed that moved oddly. It, like almost everything in Del’s house, was in perfect balance. There was something liquid within it, and this, along with the too realistic feel of it, excited her. It was only about four inches long, which meant that she could slide it into her cunt and have it fuck her to sleep. “Del. When I wake up, we’ve GOT to have a talk.” Kelly smiled as she closed the box and returned it to its place. “Now. Let’s see how much of the edge you can take off, tiny.” Kelly laid down on the bed, the soft sheets and mattress draining what was left of her energy. Her eyes rolled around in her head as she fell victim to the more than comfortable bed. A stray thought passed before her clouded mind, and she dragged the head of the dildo over the lips of her cunt. She smiled to herself, imagining Del watching her. With sleep riding hard to catch her, Kelly slowly inserted the full length into her waiting cunt. Her eyes closed as sleep finally claimed her. She never felt the waves as one orgasm after the next rocked her gently. Morning did not come with its normal thud. Kelly awoke to the gentle scent of fresh air and the sweet smell of French toast. Upon sitting up, her thigh touched the tiny dildo which had wormed its way from within her. “Must be looser than I thought,” she muttered. She took the dildo and placed it on the night stand beside the bed before shaking the cobwebs from her eyes. After washing her face and sliding into the robe and slippers Del had provided, Kelly made her way to the kitchen. There she found Del, putting the final touches on a breakfast she thought too pretty to be eaten. “Looks like you slept well,” he said. Kelly heard nothing behind the words, save for the truth. “Thanks to you,” she smiled. Kelly heard the chuckle, but it too bore nothing but truth in its wake. “Here. Eat and enjoy.” They ate in silence, enjoying a simple pleasure Kelly had long forgotten. Her eyes kept glancing at Del, who seemed content to enjoy her company. She was beginning to see him as something more than a friend, and this worried her. She tried to cover her feelings, hoping that Del would not notice. “Something wrong?” he asked. Kelly lifted her eyes slowly, cursing Del for being so observant. “Yeah... but I’d rather not talk about it.” “Oh. Aunt Flo?” Kelly almost choked on her food in her attempt not to laugh. “She stopped by last week,” she spoke. She looked into his eyes and saw that same smoky gray cloud hovering peacefully. She had noticed this when she first saw him, and had assumed that it meant that he was trying, unsuccessfully, to hide his obvious Lust. Now she knew its source was not Lust or deceit. “Sorry. Just couldn’t resist the temptation. So, what’s on tap for you today?” “I honestly don’t know,” she said. Her lips parted, yet she resisted the urge to tell him that what she wanted most was to spend the day just sitting there. Or, better still, sitting in his arms. “Well then, you’re welcome to stay here for the weekend. I’m sure your shadow would love the extra time.” Kelly never even considered turning him down. When she spoke, she heard the high pitched squeal of a child handed a piece of candy wrapped in shiny foil. She chanced looking into Del’s eyes, seeing nothing save that smoky gray haze. “One thing though... If I’m going to stay, I’m going to need a few things from my room.” She smiled slowly as she said, “You wouldn’t happen to know of a way that I could do this as quietly as possible, would you?” Kelly watched as he frowned for less than a second. Then Del walked toward the phone and placed a call. “Yeah. I need a snatch and grab. Feed in point five. Later.” “Uhhhh... should I even ask?” The smile on his face was one she had not known him capable of. Kelly wanted to ask Del how he had gotten Angie to give up her clothes. What really bothered her was his choices: they were exactly what she would have chosen. “You tend to be rather predictable, as far as clothing is concerned, Kelly,” Del said. She turned her head towards her friend, noting that he seemed to expect her reaction. “Reading minds. Anything else in your bag of tricks?” “Yes... but I’d rather not speak on such things.” His smile was warm, and its warmth found her cunt. Kelly knew that she would be sharing him and his bed when night fell. Night brought a gentle rain with it. The chilling air outside heralded the coming of winter, and the need for warm comfort. Kelly was walking towards the living room, two steaming cups of hot chocolate in hand. Thoughts of how to approach Del about sex kept playing short lived games in her head. “Thanks,” he said. Kelly hesitated, then sat down on the floor with him, choosing to sit between his legs. She smiled as he allowed her the seat. The movie they watched was one of her favorites, but she paid little attention. The steady thunder of his heartbeat had stiffened her nipples, shortened her breath. All she could see was Del. Kissing her neck, caressing her body, making love to her until she died from the pleasure. She had forgotten about her decree that, “All men are scum.” “Care to tell me about what’s been bugging you?” “Don’t you know?” she whispered. Fear clenched it’s fist around her heart when she realized that she HAD spoken her thoughts.. “Look at me,” he said. The caring... and passion... were thick in his words. Kelly knew that her wish would soon come true. She turned, and immediately regretted her decision. His eyes now blazed with a black fire. He was not angry; he was showing her that he also felt the pull of Lust. Yet she had never seen it burn black in a man’s eyes before. “If you really want to, then let me get up. And go into the main hall closet.” Kelly did as she was told. When she opened the closet door, she was stared at the display of lingerie. Her hands reached for a white satin teddy, when something occurred to her. Everything Del had offered her would let her fulfill a fantasy. This fantasy, less than a heartbeat away, was no different. She closed the door and went into the bedroom he allowed her to use. There she put on what she normally slept in: a long tee shirt and a pair of white cotton panties. She returned to the living room. “Somehow, I knew,” she remarked. Del had moved part of a wall, revealing a fireplace which now housed a roaring fire. She waited to see what he would be wearing, and smiled at his choice: black jogging pants and a white tee shirt. In his arms was a sky blue blanket. “Nice,” he spoke. Kelly ran her fingers through her black hair and smiled. “I thought this would be a better choice. Right now, I’m ready to relax and enjoy a restful night.” Kelly watched as her friend sat down. She noticed that he moved with a silence of a shadow, with each step pounding the raw essence of silence into her ears. When she sat down and relaxed into his arms, there was none of the doubt she had felt just minutes ago. All that she felt was the constant thunder of his heart beating. One full hour passed, and with each tick of Time, she became hornier and hornier. Her nipples stiffened painfully; her breathing became deep and powerful. Yet it seemed as if Del was not affected at all. She felt him move whenever some part of his body began to cramp, but nothing more. She was about to voice her anger when she felt him inhale deeply, then exhale. She felt his chest rise, then fall, but heard nothing. She also felt more peaceful. Del was controlling her. He felt her anger and frustration as it built well beyond her ability to reign in, and he was dealing with it. Kelly looked into his eyes and saw the concern, the caring, which sat quietly behind his fireplace-lit coal black orbs. When, not if, they had sex, she would know that he had not taken advantage of her current state; she would be willing. Kelly turned, straddling Del. She lowered her head until it rested on his shoulder, tucking into the crook of his neck. “Don’t,” he whispered. Kelly banished the thoughts which had just begun to take shape in her mind. There was once a time when she would have questioned any man who could read her thoughts, even when he was not looking into her eyes. Kelly chose not to question Del. She had hated long enough. Now it was time to heal, and love. Kelly was unsure as to where to start. With other guys, simply brushing a breast against an arm was more than enough to get things going. Yet Del was definitely not one of those; he was more... subtle. So she waited, spending the time caressing his back. Once again he inhaled deeply, then exhaled. And when he did, Kelly found herself lost in the raw power of Lust’s hurricane-tossed seas. Never before had she felt so totally helpless, and enjoyed it. Her body was alive in ways she had only read about in books filled with tales of dream lovers and passion to fill the deepest of voids. The itch within her cunt was now a fully grown inferno, quenchable only at Del’s command. Kelly arched her back as Del dragged his fingers over her back, barely touching the fabric of her shirt. Yet his touch urged the fires higher, inflaming her skin. Suddenly she could no longer tolerate being confined within the tee shirt, but she did not move to take it off. Kelly knew that Del would take care of her needs in good time. She contented herself with keeping her mouth moist. She licked her lips and moaned. “This is your night,” he spoke. Kelly shuddered with ecstasy at the sound of his voice. “Show me.” Kelly lifted her head slowly and she looked at Del. His eyes were closed, and it appeared as if he were trying to hide something. When he opened his eyes, what she saw she could not have prepared for, nor would she ever forget. She was looking directly into the soul of the beast; Del was Lust. She kissed him with a kindness that shocked her. She had expected to loose herself within the storm, not meld with it. The tenderness of the act was not lost within the churning seas, nor was his reply brutally efficient. When she broke the kiss, Kelly watched through a haze as something akin to wisps of smoke appeared between them. With a painfully slow eagerness, she lifted her arms. Del replied by removing, slowly, her tee shirt.. Each nerve ending touched by the cotton shirt bellowed once as the fabric was removed from its touch, and again as it tasted the freedom of air. Only her ass and cunt were left trapped behind their own cotton wall. Her hands drifted towards his chest, finding muscles bloated with Lust, waiting patiently behind his tee shirt. She mimicked his motions in removing his tee-shirt, and looked at the treasure revealed to her. She had known that he did not possess the sculptured body of a weight lifter, yet he was well built... for endurance and pleasure. She watched as he lowered his head slightly, and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling his head into her breasts. She hoped that he would be pleased with her breasts. This thought amused her; she had never before craved the approval of a lover. Yet it was important now. Del would please her; she only hoped that he would find her pleasing as well. Her answer came with the faint kiss on one hardened nipple, and she smiled, accepting his approval. Kelly became aware of her cunt’s hunger rather by accident. Del moved slightly, and this caused his cock, hard and hidden behind a wall of thick cloth, to come within a thought of touching her cunt’s outer lips. And this hunger became her hunger. Yet before she could feed it, Del stood quickly, pulling her with him. She wrapped her legs around what she remembered as a soft back, but was nothing less that raw, unbridled power. “I want to see,” he said. Kelly obeyed the soft command. It was harder to leave his touch than it was to wait for this moment. She stepped and allowed him to see her, and she was ashamed. Her body was not that of a supermodel, yet she was proud of it just the same. Her breasts jutted proudly from her chest, full and round, and sported two nipples centered just right. Her stomach was not totally flat; some small trace of baby fat refused to leave, even after hours of crunches. And her hips had a gentle flare to them, giving form to her ass. Her thighs and ass also held on to traces of baby fat. All told, she was pleased. Standing before Del, however, she wished that she had a more... suitable... body to offer him. She lowered her head. “Impressive,” he smiled. “This is your night. Show me.” Bloated with his praise, she lifted her head. The shadows cast by the flickering fire did not hide what she saw; they seemed to reveal hints and allusions to the thing she knew as Delvar Steele. Where once stood a man with a slight paunch to his gut there now stood power, Lust, and something frightening: a void. She knew that it was here that she would find both bliss unbound and Del. Banishing these thoughts from her mind, Kelly knelt slowly in front of him and pulled his pants and underwear away from him. She did not look at his crotch; that would come in due time. She waited as he stepped away from his last restrictions, casting the clothing away with a simple flick of his foot. And she continued to wait until he gave her permission to look. A particularly loud crackle from the fireplace was her command, and she lifted her eyes. The hard, throbbing cock before her definitely belonged on Del. It radiated the same black smoke which existed between their lips, the power within impossible to contain. It was marvelous to behold. She reached out to it, afraid to actually touch so powerful an item. A scent drifted into her face: Lust. While it was not powerful, the effect was. Her mouth, once dry, began to water. Kelly had often boasted that she would never suck a cock in her life. Yet now... now she would. Not because she was forced; she wanted to give him pleasure. Satisfying him was her only reason for being. Sighing, she dropped her hand. Instead, she opened her mouth. Her tongue rolled out and touched cock flesh for the first time in her life. The heat, as well as the absolutely sublime taste, was more than she could take, and she opened her mouth wide and sucked gently. Her hands took hold of his ass cheeks. Sucking cock was not as bad as she thought it would have been. His tasted like sausage made of choice cuts of meat, seasoned and aged to perfection. And she was hungry. Back and forth. Back and forth. She pulled away, watching the long line of drool trail from the tip of his cock to the tip of her outstretched tongue. Del’s cock throbbed in front of her, shaking but not breaking the line which connected them. Inhaling deeply, she returned, swallowing him totally. She had no idea how to deep throat a cock; she was moving only on instinct. Kelly was content to simply suck his cock. When he touched her cheek, she knew that she was mere moments away from feeling his cock inside of her. Kelly stood slowly, dragging her body against his. She was tempted, when his cock was lodged between her breasts, to keep it there. The cry of her cunt, still prisoner within her panties persuaded her to wait. That, and the hope that Del would not simply have sex with her then roll over and go to sleep. When she had reached her full height, she looked into Del’s face. He was smiling, and this was more than she could have believed. “My turn.” Surprise brought Kelly out of her haze. She had only had her cunt eaten twice, and neither time was anything she wanted to repeat. Her cunt started to grow cold at the thought, yet when she felt Del inhale, she knew that she had nothing to fear. She rested her hands lightly on his shoulders, and waited. Part of her expected to be disappointed by the experience. When his breath wound its way through the soft down of her cunt hairs, all thoughts were banished. Kelly had never conceived the thought of such pleasure. She had enjoyed sex, even when her partner was less that satisfactory, but now she was well within the churning waters of something more that the physical being could even hope to contain. Her one major concern was that he had not even touched her yet! Kelly rapidly lost what little patience she possessed, and she found herself fighting to keep her hands from digging deeply into his head and forcing him to hurry up. Her eyes were locked, set solidly on the picture of where his tongue would soon be. Her legs began to shake as he stared. She wanted him to hurry up; she wanted him to take forever. She blinked, and in that one moment she missed seeing him as he began touching his lips... to her thighs. She exhaled loudly, digging her fingers into his shoulders. How her legs continued to hold her up she would ponder for many nights to come. Her cunt cried, torn between the joy he gave and his blatant delay of its pleasure. Yet he seemed most capable of touching the right nerves, nerves which sent their impulses directly into the deepest part of her cunt. He knew exactly where to touch; places which caused tides of lust to behave most erratic, never letting her know just how close to orgasmic bliss she actually was. She found seeing anything a most vexing task. When she forced herself to see through the haze, she noticed that Del had turned around. When he stretched out, laying on his back, Kelly followed. She knew what this silent command was and obeyed without hesitation: she was to sit on his face. Once again he had shown that he knew her all too well, for this had been a fantasy of hers since the day she had lost her virginity to Mickey. She knelt slowly onto his face, enjoying the rough kisses of his beard on her flesh, yet stopped just short of her goal. His breath was even, controlled and patient. When she could no longer stand the torment of waiting, she sat. Immediately Kelly knew that this would not be a repeat of her past experiences with other men. Del sent his tongue around the fleshy lips of her cunt with practiced ease. It did not try to please; it was only doing enough to ensure that her pleasure would not alter course. Her hands found and fused themselves to his pectoral muscles, kneading them with urgency. She was drooling freely now, thinking on nothing save the awesome fury of the wave which she could not see, but knew was there, lurking just beyond the horizon. When it found her clit, it walked around it as does a predator which knows its prey is cornered. Kelly tried to hold her breath, to wait for the moment his tongue would touch her focus of ecstasy. She had almost succeeded when her clit was sucked into the inferno of his mouth. She tried to scream, to voice to the universe her joy. Nothing dared escape her lips. Her back snapped taunt, and she dug her nails deeply into his flesh drawing blood. Yet she did not care. She could not; her mind was awash with the feelings he gave her. She felt every movement of her clit as he suckled on her clit. Then he slid his tongue deep into her cunt and drank at the fountain of her love. Her body began to quake, shaking with the sense of a cold chill at first, then with the full might of a planet destroying terror-quake. Her hair, drenched with sweat, flung wetness from its tips. Across her vision stood the mast of his cock, throbbing gently. With a hunger surpassing all, she released his chest from her grip and hurriedly fed on his cock meat. This... she thought. This is what I should have had. Her fingers played a soft melody on the wrinkled skin of his testicles as she greedily sucked on his cock. Down... up... down... up... the rhythm she kept should have had Del squirming in an effort to fight his own. Yet her friend showed no signs of arousal save for the constant pulse of his cock. His nose felt funny press against her asshole, but she did not care. Maybe one day I’ll have the courage to... And again Del seemed to have read her soul, for her thought was stopped the gentle pressure of a finger at her asshole. It asked for entrance into that dark alley. Normally, Kelly would have balked at such boldness. While she often entertained the specter of anal sex, she had never believed that she would be given the chance; most of the men she had allowed to fuck her believed that anal sex with a woman reflected, within them, the desire to be gay. Apparently Del was more comfortable with himself. She pressed her hips backwards, and his finger slowly entered her asshole, bringing with it a new form of pleasure. She let his cock flop out of her mouth, trying desperately to breathe. Del was slowly increasing the intensity of the storm within her, and she was thoroughly satisfied with the results. Her cunt did not leak as it normally did; it gushed its nectar onto Del’s face, pasting his beard to her thighs. Her nipples slid continually on sweat covered flesh. Kelly could now see the wave of her orgasm... or at least it’s top most edge. That was when Del removed his finger and took hold of her hips. The roar of the fireplace suddenly filled Kelly’s ears, sounding like the chant of a crowd which had grown impatient waiting for their favorite player to take the field and dominate. She lifted herself off of his face slowly, then stood over his prone body. She threw her head back, basking in the incessant chant of the fireplace. It was joined by the white flashes of lightening and the thunder’s intoxicating bass tones, and Kelly was about to witness the hero as he took the field... and dominated. When her eyes returned to Del’s body, she saw that he had enshrouded his cock in latex. And... he was waiting. She walked carefully, not wanting to disturb the picture before her. Turning so that she would be facing his face, she stopped and began to lower herself. The chant became louder, more demanding. She looked into his eyes and saw the black flames, however now the flames seemed to eat the chant and grow stronger... more powerful than she remembered. One hand slid down her thigh and made its way to his cock. When she touched it, she was shocked into grabbing it fiercely. It was white hot, yet there was none of the tell-tale warmth before her hand had graced it’s latex sheath. “Whenever you are ready,” his voice called. It sounded so much like a voice in a dream that she resumed her downward travel. As she neared its tip, she stopped once again. This time, she wondered how she would feed her hunger: slowly so as to savor the flavor, or bloat herself quickly. She saw Del smile, the same smile he possessed after she had asked him about the phone call he had made. Slowly it is then. This time she did scream. She had been with men who were bigger, but Del was by far the best. She had only ensnared the very tip of his manhood within her cunt, yet it seemed to hose her down with the intense heat it possessed, drenching not only her, but the essence of her as well. She lost her balance and fell fully onto his cock, impaling herself. And this strangled her cry, leaving her to whimper softly. The roar of the fireplace was deafening, as was the particularly loud bellow of thunder which came as soon as her crotch hairs met his. She held still, trying desperately to say something which would tell Del how she felt. Kelly felt his hands slide over her hips and lift her off of his cock. She wanted to resist, yet all she found herself doing was drooling onto his chest. Then she felt his hands relax just enough to allow her to fall once more onto his cock. And fall she did. She slammed herself onto his manhood with more force than she realized, lamming the tip of his cock into the back wall of her cunt. She heard the violent plat as her breasts slapped against her chest. The resounding pop as she forced all of the air from between loins was music to her ears. Yet the symphony lasted only as long as she continued to rise and fall. So she did. It would have been enough for Kelly to simply fuck herself with Del’s cock, but she knew that Del would not just sit there. She watched as his hands, mere blurs of shades, found her nipples and pulled them. She pressed herself into the palms of his hands. Her own hands were not idle; they spent their energy caressing every sweat drenched inch of his flesh. During one of her falls onto his cock, Del moved. His cock sliced a wide path through her. Kelly found herself listening to the phantasmal chant of the fireplace logs while being torn apart by Del’s sudden movement. Kelly tried to match him, and stole a peek at his face. Once again he smiled in that most peculiar way. The world whirled briefly as she tried to match Del. Yet it always seemed that he knew exactly what to do... and exactly when to do it. His cock never touched the same place twice, and his thrusts were times either one thought before or after she expected it. And he increased both the speed and the accuracy of his thrust. The roar in her ears was more than her soul could carry when it died, snuffed out like a lit match in a strong brief wind. Her eyes snapped open, finding Del’s eyes looking back at her. They were full of the black inferno, shedding their heat with the caring of the egotistical rich. And his face, once the visage of friendship, was now the distorted facade of Lust. Kelly was afraid. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he stood. The raw power he displayed shocked her as it excited her. His hands were on her thighs, holding her as he rose to his feet. Kelly’s eyes caught sight of the flickering lightening outside just as she heard the flame change it’s chant. What was once the spirit lifting roar of the crowd was now the low, deep whisper of disbelief. The flames knew something... something about Del. She forced her eyes to search behind the black flames in his eyes; she needed to know what she her friend was about to do. Her answer came from the thunder outside, which growled like a caged beast all too aware that its master is a fool. Kelly became confused. She knew that Del was someone she could trust, but now she was face to face with a being which held none of his kindness or caring. Yet... somewhere within was Delvar Steele. He had broken through her armor with surprising ease, and she had given him free reign over her body and soul. Her thoughts were interrupted by the rumblings within the fireplace. A new chant was begun. Kelly felt Del lift her slowly off of his manhood. That was when she found the rhythm of the chant. Down she fell, and the fire blazed. As she was lifted, it quieted itself, only to blaze once more as Del dropped her onto his cock. At first it was pleasantly peaceful; his cock merely caressing her inner flesh with care. Yet as the chant increased its speed, so did Del. Soon Kelly was being rocked violently with the force of his thrusts... and she wanted him to go faster, fuck her harder. Waves of passion rippled along her body, making it part of their eternal tide. She had found his rhythm, ever chaotic, and matched it. The tiny squish of cunt nectar forced from its warm birthplace tickled her ears, finding some forgotten niche. She ground her nipples into his chest and bathed in the electric trails they forged to her soul. She could sense her orgasm on the horizon, and knew she would not yet taste it. She was right. Del ceased his thrusts; there was no warning. Kelly eagerly awaited his next move. He lowered himself and her to the floor. Once on her back, he kissed her, and her hunger for orgasm began to show signs of the black flames within his eyes. His tongue asked for a dancing partner, and her tongue was more that willing. When the music stopped, he lifted his chest off of her... and stopped. He seemed to be waiting for permission to continue. She gave it by throwing her hips upward. He was gentle this time, slow and careful. Kelly’s hands roamed free over his body, taking time to remember the sweat covered white hot flesh. She was being loved, not fucked. There was none of the urgency to cum, even though her hunger threatened to drive her insane. She felt more free than she had been with her other lovers, and was almost rocked to sleep by his careful attention to her satisfaction. Licking her lips, she closed her eyes and began to drift off. Then came the booming war cry of thunder, timed perfectly as she felt him roll her clit with a finger. A leg responded to his touch and lifted, wrapping itself around his back and traveling. Its destination: his shoulder. Once there, she felt a hand slide up and down just over her skin. And through it all, he never stopped. Breathing came easier now. Kelly inhaled the strange mixture of lust, burning logs, and fresh air tinged with the salty flavor of rain water. He no longer thrust his cock into her; he moved it. Nothing he did held any trace of the power he had shown before. The only thing which did change was the depths he reached... and the motions which changed slightly, keeping her aware of his presence. When he stopped, her other leg perched itself on his other shoulder. Kelly watched as Del lowered himself to her breasts. His tongue snaked from between his lips and encircled a nipple. She wrapped both hands around his neck. Del was showing her how much he cared for her, and she felt that she should return his kindness. She moved his head, wiping her breasts with his tongue and nipples. His movements were dulled by his position, yet lacked none of the softness. He lifted his head and touched his lips to hers. She noted, just before her eyes closed, that he had shrouded his own eyes, yet the black flames were clearly visible. She watched as he lifted, raising his body off of hers. She looked at his form, which shifted in odd ways. The brief flashes of lightening and the flickering glow of the flames did not banish the shadows which lived on his body. As he began to move again, her legs acted like springs, keeping him moving. Then he stopped, and as he did the fireplace once more held audience to a mob which seemed eager to see action. Kelly turned her head towards the fireplace. The scene was nothing short of chaos unbound. Their growing hunger surpassed her own, but only for a heartbeat. She returned her gaze to Del, and witnessed as he began to move once more. This time he reached even deeper. Yet he kept his slow pace, coaxing her orgasm closer. It obeyed. With a subtle shift, he lowered one of her legs. The other he held in one hand as the other stroked her clit. His movements bordered on thrusts, yet remained outside of that realm. This teased her hunger with but a crumb of orgasmic satisfaction. When he began to thrust, Kelly noticed that the chant was not there, nor was the power. Instead, there was the softness of her previous movements. Amazed at the wide variety of skill that he possessed, Kelly began to meet his thrust with all of her strength. Each time crotch met crotch, she felt him give the smallest of twists, grinding himself into her clit. Kelly felt her orgasm’s breath on her neck, hot and eager to become one with her. It joined Del’s hand upon her breast in pulling and twisting her nipple. Kelly’s hands were busy as well. One found solace playing with the fine hairs on his chest. The other player with his muscular ass. Her fingers found the split between his ass cheeks and began their journey towards his asshole. Fear gripped her; would Del allow her to slide a finger into his asshole? Bright as day gleamed the image of the first time she had masturbated, sliding, quite by accident, into her own asshole. Her eyes, filled with the terror of being rejected. With one motion, he exposed his asshole to her, and placed his finger at her nethergate. Kelly quickly removed her finger from his asshole. A long forgotten desire now raged within her, turing the falmes within her blacker still. Her eyes asked Del, and he answered. She smiled as he withdrew his cock from her cunt. It cried out at having its meal interrupted. Her hand reached out to stroke his latex covered cock and rubbed its head against her clit. Then she guided it to her asshole. Slowly, she pressed it into her virgin asshole as she moved her hips tomeet the intruder. Her asshole relaxed, which she did not expect, and allowed him passage. Nothing could have stopped her from joining the raucous cheers of both the fireplace and thunder as she gave her last trace of virginity to her friend. Her soul joined its voice to theirs as Del wormed three fingers into her cunt, leaving the other two to play a sweet melody on her clit. His eyes locked onto her jiggling breasts, and her hands obeyed his silent comand to play with them. No longer was she chained to simply enjoying what he, or any future lover, would do. Del was allowing her, indeed demanding her, to enjoy herself in any way she deemed possible. Reality was a far cry from fantasy. Where she believed that anal sex would be far too painful to enjoy, Del was showing her that, if done correctly, it was more erotic than what passed for “normal” sex. She relished every powerful lunge into her bowels, and it was she who moved her hips, changing the paths they took. Yet soon she began to crave the raw pounding of loins to flesh. She squeezed her ass, and Del complied. Then she heard him inhale. She heard silence from the fireplace. Even the storm outside seemed to silence itself, waiting for an edict from Del. “Show me,” his voice boomed quietly. His body was wrapped in total nothingness now, and within that nothing was Lust. It had been chained by Del’s form and was little more than his servant. When he managed to do this impossible thing, Kelly did not know, nor did she want to know. What she did want was something she felt she had no right to ask of him. So she merely took hold of his cock... and removed it’s sheath. Then she rolled over, ending up on her hands and knees. She never looked to see if he would accept her offering. Her ears just did catch the victory cry of the fireplace as he filled her cunt with one gigantic thrust. Her mouth was flung wide, and her chin got slapped by her breasts. He gave her no time to breathe; he began to fuck her. And he fucked; gone were all but the faintest hints of the softness before.. He showed no mercy, whipping her cunt oil into a frothy mixture. She thrashed about, a fish fresh out of water. Kelly found herself slamming back at him, wanting more of what he was giving her. And he gave. Kelly’s hands dug themselves into the rug with the strength of a man doomed to fall should he lose his hold on a rope. Her legs forced her cunt onto the length of his cock with unchecked abandon. She had hoped that he had reached the limits of his strength; his cock kept thumping on the back wall of her cunt. Tears of joy betrayed her true fellings, however, as he increased his speed and power. Just before she passed out, he stopped and removed himself. She knew what would come and welcomed the release. He placed the tip of his cock at her asshole and proceeded to give it the same treatment, only quieter. The crowd in the fireplace started yet another chant. This one had the tones of finality to it. It was when he began alternating holes that Kelly found herself gazing up at her orgasm. It was much taller than any other time, and it bled power, Lust and passion. The thing before her was not the little child she had nursed, either alone or with another; this was nothing short of a monster. A monster which wanted her. And its voice was that of the fireplace, mixed with Del’s and the collective voices of the storm. Kelly never knew how long he would spend plearuring either hole; he seemed to switch just before the other began to balk. Then he spent his enrgy solely on her cunt. One hand kneeded a tit; the other pulled, pushed and twisted her clit. She felt his breath, controlled and strong against her neck. She heard him chuckle as he spoke. “Anything else?” Kelly pulled herself away from his cock and spun around. She had his cock in her mouth a blink later, and sucked hard. She wanted his cum on her, not trapped within her. Her legs flew skyward as he fastened his mouth to her cunt and feasted. When she came, everything winked out of existence. She could not hear, speak, taste or smell. Her hands found nothing to hold, and her voice was nowhere to be found. When her senses returned, she was grateful; he was cumming. His seed splashed against her skin and sizzled as it slid down her face and tits. And he kept cumming, literally covering her with his flavor. She blinked, and found herself looking into his eyes. As he fed his cock to her cunt, Kelly knew she could not withstand the next orgasm. She held out for as long as she cound. When he came yet again, this time bloating her cunt with his seed, she gave in. The last thing she knew was the cheers of the fireplace and the gentle clap of rain against the window. Morning came, gray and cold. She did not care; she was cuddled next to her friend, sleeping naked against his flesh. His cock was, amazingly, hard. “Glad to see you’re still alive, Kelly,” said Del. “Did you sleep well?” “I can’t remember,” she mumbled. She wiped her face, surprised to find no trace of the copious man-seed he had given her. She smiled at his soft chuckle. Sleep called her once again, yet before she answered, there was something she had to ask. “My home is always open to my friends. You will always have a home here.” And with these words, Kelly closed her eyes. She rolled over, finding it more comfortable, and, for some reason. Grabbed his cock and placed it at her asshole. 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