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New England, 1596

It was almost sunrise...and he was beginning to become extremely impatient. He had to find food, quickly! The hunger was building and building as every second passed.

"He" whom I am referring to, is Arin...who is one of the eternal creatures of the night. A vampire. Cold, with no beating heart, he crushes almost everything in his past ultimately. Brown hair, Green eyes, and a swimmers body, he can tempt anyone he pleases to.

He wears black clothes all the time and always has an air of animousity about him (like most vamps) This particular vampire, unknown to him, was about to have the most important moment in his 239 years...anyway, we return to our "hero". Arin walked down the dark and dangy street, looking with renewed desperation, breathing heavily as is perfect vision became red.

Damn. The blood frenzy would begin soon...if he didn't get some food. Arin could not control himself in a frenzy and would kill any man, woman, child, or whatever other beast would dare cross his path. Arin sniffed the air hungrily, looking for decent prey.

"Ahhhh..." he sighed to himself...a drunk...he would not be missed. He followed the stench of beer and cheer cologne and found a pot-bellied pig sitting at a wooden door laughing his drunken head off. "Stupid Hore.." the drunk mumered. The drunk finally spotted him and flashed his yellow, grimy teeth.

"Well hello prettyboy, what are staring at??? Oh, your lookin' at a real man, huh?" he laughed at his little joke and went back to mumbling to himself. The drunk would not escape his fate tonight...as dreaded a fate as it was. "Little man, dont you have somewhere to go?" The man said, actually sounding a bit nervous.

"Damn, stop looking at me like that." he said looking quite bit nervous now. Too late. "Please...no!!!" were the last words that came out of the drunks mouth before Arin's teeth sunk into his neck.

Fern was a normal household woman for her mistress, Lady Tiana, the bitch. She was a beautiful young woman, who would only be pretty if her spirit wasn't so wild.

She was more than charming to most people and had many heavy burdens put upon her slender, white shoulders. She had big dreams, short choppy blonde hair, (uncommon for most english woman at that time) and violet eyes...midnight eyes.

The only thing that was in her beautiful eyes as she walked through the one of the most filthy and crime-wridden bowels of New England...was fear. Afraid she was of many dangers, mugging, rape , killed...or vampires.

She had heard many rumors of vampires in this part of England. But the only thing that kept her going was the threat of a whipping for not listening to lady Tiana's order to pick up her new dress. Lady Tiana's dress, straight from Paris, like she had been ordered by the lady herself to do.

She was making her way down the street when she saw two men, one seemed to be completely drunk and was limp in the others arm. While the other, a hansome brown-haired man was dragging him. As she watched she couldn't help but feel sorry for both of them and turned to leave quickly...as she began to run down the street, she didn't see a bloody face and green eyes snap up to catch a glance at her.

He still felt the blood flowing through his veins and almost ran to attack the small woman, he could only see the back of her head and back walking slowly down the alley accross from him, he didn't think she saw anything...but...he had to make certain.

He searched her mind to see what she knew and found nothing of the incident. He also found that her name was Fern...what a lovely name.

He was inthralled by the womans mind though, it seemed as if the knowledge and memories never ended. It entertained him and he began to follow her unconciously.

After about 30 minutes, they arrived at a dreaded dress shop. Figures, he thought as he saw her come out with a god-awful dress. He was beginning to get ready to dissappear back into the shadows from which he came, when he saw her face...the most beautiful face he had ever seen.

Not the shape or structure or anything...but she seemed to radiate from every pore a light that he could never touch....and he loved it.

He couldn't move...or back away...it was as if he was 23 again...the age in which he had been turned into one of the creatures of enternal night...the day he cursed.

Ferns mind was elsewhere as Arin watched her and she did not even feel his presense. Many people said that she knew to much for a woman...and talked too little.

Fern spent most of her free time in the book study, reading. Most of her friends and even her mistress said that was the reason that they could not sell her off to the closest thing to a husband, because she was such a bookworm.

She sighed as she tried to keep the dress from just dropping and wondered if the drunk man and handsome one ever worked out o.k.

She didn't know why but she felt close to the handsome man for some odd reason...he just seemed like he enjoyed danger...oozing it form every pore in his perfect body. She also thought that he radiated pain, loneless, and arrogance.

Then she felt it...it felt like a person was behind her. She turned around and tried to focus her violet eyes in the dark...damn she hated being out this bloody late. She began to slightly trot as she felt eyes all over her body.

She knew he was there...she had to know. He had been trying to make her aware of his presence for about 5 minutes.

Besides the fact that that she kept turning around and flashing her violet eyes in his direction....she was scared...he felt a slight pang of regret but quickly brushed it away as she began trotting faster.

His hunting instincts told him she was prey...his prey...but his mind said the exact opposite. She was a very different lady. He could tell that from going through all of that knowledge in her pretty little head.

He was very curious about her hair though....many woman did not wear it so short unless they were punished by their masters cutting their hair off. Womens hair were supposibly their pride.

And hers was cut so short he thought to himself. I wonder who owns her. He had decided early on that he would have her. He had not ever seen anyone like her in all of his years.

He was quite young for a vampire though...but compared to human years immortal. He continued to follow her home, until she was safely there, making sure nobody hurt his angel...his...this was going to be a long night.

"WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG SERVANT???" Lady Tiana shouted at Fern as she came through the door. "Someone attempted to rob me, madame." she lied as she carried the dress upstairs, to put on the ladies bed.

Lady Tiana followed her and grabbed her by her short hair. "Dont be late again." she said in a menacing voice. She then let go of her as if she was diseased and wiped her hands on her beautiful skirts. "Idiot," she mumbled as she left the room.

Fern was grateful she had left as tears began to snake down her small cheek...she ran to her small room under the staircase and began to cry like a child. Then she felt it.

It was a gentle kissing at her temple and then lowered to her lips. Yet, she could see no one. She kissed the phantom back eagerly and was rewarded by a massaging of her breasts through her thin gown.

She had never felt a mans hand on her like this before, though she had no idea how she knew how it was a man. She opened her eyes again and nobody was there, at all.

Just her breasts moving to even suggest that anybody was there at all. She moaned again and begin to kiss harder when she felt a small prick on her lip and saw blood floating in mid-air. It was erotic to say the least and she leaned into the phantom.

Her nightgown began to come up her hips and there was an imprint of fingers where her phantom touched. She moaned as her went under her gown and touched her buttocks. It felt so good. Then he reached to her prize.

She could feel the wetness and knew the phantom did too. He groaned and fulled her skirt up. She felt something moist on her hole...pushing...when the door opened.

It was Lady Taina. Lady Taina just looked for a moment and started laughing at her...this was the last thing she had expected. "Well my little servant you have to touch yourself because no man will." she said with obnoxious pleasure.

Then the lady slapped her face and left. She got up, put her head in her lap, rocked back and forth and wondered what had just happened to her....

Arin felt so frustrated. When the little bitch had opened the door on them, he could have killed her on the spot without one thought of remourse. He remembered the way the little girl had arched her hips up and how wet she had been...what a poor child....she couldn't satisfy her hunger with him tonight, for he needed to hunt and he figured she was slightly frightened at being fingered by something she could not see with her eyes.

He couldn't help to think about her lithe body and his need for his cock to be in any hole that her body would give him.

He imagined her body taking him, engulfing him in her sweet moist tunnel and taking him to places he had been some times before, but not as splendid and special.

Hell, he could imagine him doing a lot of things with her, such as pumping into her as he drank of her blood and spilled his seed into her snatch.

God. The little witch had caught him! He stood outside her house and ground his back into a tree as he pulled his cock out of his pants and began to massage it , pretending it was her little slit he was fucking.

He began pumping faster, and faster until the only sounds in the wind were Arin's moans and the sound of cum shooting on the ground. Then he slowly raised his eyes to the house where his angel was.

He would have her. And it had to be soon.

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It's been another one of those dates with us. Still kind of testing each other out, but being flirtatious and making overly sexual comments. We end up back at your apartment again, me following you.

We sit around idling chatting for a while, talking about everything and nothing, usually work, like we always end up doing. This time it's reversed ... I'm on the couch and you're lying on the floor picking out CDs. You put in five and come back over near me, but remain on the floor. You fold your arms up on the couch and lean on them, stretching up to talk to me. I lean toward you and give you a quick shoulder squeeze.

You sigh. "That feels good."

"I can give you a better one, if you'd like." You nod and turn around to present your back and shoulders to me. I rub your neck for a few a minutes and then stop. "Come up here." I pull you up next to me on the couch and slowly unbutton your shirt. After the last buttons, and the cuffs, are undone, you pull it off. I untuck your T-shirt and peel that off over your head. "There. This is easier to do on bare skin."

I make you lay on your stomach and straddle you, sitting on your lower back. I start again at your neck, working my up slightly to run my fingers through your hair. Then I start on your shoulders, kneading deep, first at the base of your neck and then working out to your arms. I stretch your arms out in front of you and massage my way up one arm to your hand, my hair brushing your back, the side of your face. Each finger gets its own massage, lasting several minutes, before working my way to your palm and your wrist. Your breathing is getting deeper and I'm starting to think that I'm wearing too many clothes. But I'm not going to do anything about that ... yet. My fingers continue their way up your arm to your back. This time I run my fingertips, and then my nails, lightly over your back before working my way down to your other hand.

I slide myself down so I'm now sitting on the tops of your thighs and massage your lower back. Every so often, I run my fingertips up your sides to see you shiver. Using my fingertips and my knuckles, I knead all the tension out of your body. The total massage has lasted about 30 minutes and my fingers are starting to hurt. I plant a kiss on your back. "How was that?"

You turn over, as best you can with me on your legs. Which means you almost knock me on the floor. Almost, but you grab my arm so you don't. Your eyes lock with mine. "Trust me..."

"I do."

"That was great." You grin. "But I think I like this position better."

I realize I'm straddling you now, but merely raise my eyebrows as I pull my hair up into a scrunchy. "Really? Why is that?"

"Because I can do this." You lean toward me to kiss me, but I lean back so you can't.

Eyes twinkling, I tease you. "Because you can ... sit up? Yeah, I think I could do that when I was a year old. Which means you were, what, nine?" I giggle at the look on your face. "Sorry I couldn't resist. Now what was it you could do in this position that you couldn't do in the other one?"

You flop back down and pout. "I'm not going to tell you now."

Now it's my turn. I lean in close to you, kissing your ear. "But darling," I breathe into your ear, "I don't want you to tell me." I kiss your nose, your cheeks, back up to your ear. "I want you to show me" and I kiss a path from your ear to the very edge of your lips. You turn your head slightly and your lips capture mine in one of those wonderful, long, soft, amazing kisses that could go on for days and would make me happy. Your tongue gently probing, your arms on mine stretching them out to hold you, deepening the kiss. I run my fingers through your hair as you free my hair from the scrunchy. It is tossed to the floor as you work your hands through my unbound hair, pulling me in even closer for the kiss.

Eventually you break the kiss and trace a path up to my ear with your tongue. "That's what I can do," you murmur into my ear, before flicking your tongue around the edge of my ear.

"Mmmmm," I shiver and smile. "I think I like this position too."

You bend your knees and lean me back against them as you struggle to more of a sitting position. "I can also do this," you say. You grasp my hands and pull my arms straight above my head. You run your hands down the length of my arms, down my sides. In one mostly smooth motion, you grasp my shirt and pull it over head. "I can see you better this way," you say as you drop my shirt on the floor.

I'm spilling out of the black lace push-up bra I'm wearing, you notice with delight, my nipples just barely covered by the thin lace edging. You run your fingertips up my stomach and grin. A shiver runs through my body and I now look like I could cut glass. With a gleam in your eye, you slowly slide the shoulder straps off the bra slightly off my shoulders, just enough to expose my nipples. "Oh yeah. I definitely like this position better, don't you?"

I nod. You wrap your arms around me and pull yourself up to kiss my neck, my shoulders, my cleavage and to gently blow on my nipples. You pull me close to you and kiss me again. This kiss is deeper from the start, more urgent. You again kiss down my neck, down my cleavage, and this time, you run a finger along the edge of one of the cups, fully exposing my right breast. You kiss around the sides of it, licking, suckling. My hands in your hair are urging your lips to the more sensitive area, but you make me wait, breathing deeper and deeper in anticipation. After what seems like forever of sweet torture, your tongue finally curls around the nipple. I suck in my breath sharply as wonderful sensations course through my body. "Ohhh, JR." You lick around it, flicking your tongue back and forth over it, gently nibbling before you take as much as you can into your mouth and suck deeply. I pull you even closer to me if that's possible. "Oh, JR. That feels sooooooo good."

As you work your way over to the left breast, you unhook the bra and that joins the shirt on the floor. You wrap my legs around your waist and carry me to your bed, kissing me the whole way. You lay me on the bed, but don't join me. "Where are your keys?" you ask between kisses.

"On the counter in the kitchen," I reply, puzzled. "Why?"

You don't answer, just keep kissing me. About five minutes later, when I've wrapped my arms around your neck again, you loosen them and break away. "Be right back."

I stay where I am, hearing you search for my keys and shut the door. A few minutes later, I hear you come back in and drop my keys on the counter again, but now you're making noises in the kitchen.

Finally you return to the bedroom with a glass of ice water in each hand. "Thought you might be thirsty."

I take a big sip and say "Thanks. I was. But what did you – " I trail off because, as you turn to put our glasses on the night table, I see the handcuffs dangling out of the back of your jeans. "Ahhh. Now I get it."

"Just thought I'd bring them up in case we needed them."

I giggle. "Oh. Can I handcuff you to the shower faucet?"

"No. I was planning on using them on you. I might even be able to dig up a can of Redi-Whip..."

My eyes twinkle at the thought, but that's something that can wait until another time. I pull you down on top of me on the bed. Between kisses, I manage to say, "Actually, I'd rather use them on you and do something for you." Your eyebrows go up but you don't break the kiss.

"I'm not going to argue."

"OK." I don't stop kissing you as my hands run down your back to grab the cuffs, my mind trying to figure out how to do this. I wrap my legs around you and roll us over so that I'm again straddling you. I look around at the bed, a thoughtful look in my eye. "You don't have a headboard because it's a futon...."

You reach out to the side of the bed and move the comforter. "It's got these." Side rails. Perfect.

I snap the cuff on your left wrist and adjust it to give you a little slack. I stretch your arm up over your head to the rail and lean forward to thread the cuffs through the railing. Your tongue on my nipple reminds me of where this positions my breasts now. Once again, you work your mouth around my breast, licking, sucking and nibbling. Your right hand comes up massage the other breast, pulling at my hard nipple. My breath starts coming faster and deeper. "One might think you didn't want me to do this, since you're distracting me," I manage to say.

"Heaven forbid that should happen," you say into my skin. A few minutes later you stop. I pause to catch my breath and then continue my task. I pull your right arm up over your head and snap the cuff on it. "How's that? It's not going to hurt you, is it?"

"I trust that pain will not be the sensation I'm feeling..."

I raise my eyebrows and give you my innocent look. "Hmmm. We'll see..."

I stand over you and finish removing my clothes ... at least, most of them. The jeans come off and are tossed on the floor, leaving me in my black lace panties. I smile at the appreciative look you give me, once your eyes have finished their perusal.

I hop off the bed and go kneel at your feet. You rearrange yourself to see what I am doing. You lost your shoes when you returned from the car, so your socks are next to go. One at a time, I peel each one off and then massage your feet. Not too much, because you seem to be ticklish, but enough to have an effect on you. Like your fingers, each toe gets its own several-minute massage. I work my hands up to your ankles and then try to reach your calves.

"This won't do. Your jeans are too tight." I shrug. "Oh well. I guess they have to come off."

"Oh darn."

I pull your belt out of the loops and snap it. "Hmmm. This might come in handy later..." I giggle at the look on your face.

The button is undone and the zipper pulled down. Slowly, I pull the jeans down the length of your legs, till they join the other clothes on the floor. Back down by your feet, I continue the massage, now freely able to work my way up your legs. Nothing as intense as the backrub, mind you, but very thorough nonetheless, going from your ankles to about mid-thigh.

"Why are you stopping there?"

"Because I'm trying to decide what to do next."

"And that will be...?"

I shrug. "That's what I'm trying to decide."

"You are driving me CRAZY. You do know that, don't you?'

In one quick motion, I straddle you and lean toward you, so we are nose to nose. "I hope so," I say with a grin before I kiss you.

This kiss is different than any other we've shared. You lack a great deal of freedom than usual and there is something very erotic about that, although I miss your arms around me, and your hands in my hair or pulling my arms around you. Now I'm the one with the free hands, which are running up and down your sides, making you jump. I can feel your body reacting to my actions, pressing into me.

I kiss a path back and forth from your lips to your ears, lightly running my tongue around your earlobes and blowing gently. I kiss and nibble along your jawline and neck, going lower with each turn. I run my fingers through the curly hair on your chest and then run my hands up and down your tight stomach. God, you have a great body.

I slide further down your body, hearing you suck in your breath as this movement causes greater contact with your hardness. You haven't yet started straining at the cuffs – which is good, for now – but your eyes are closed and you are breathing heavily.

I kiss down to the waistband of your boxers, my fingertips going slightly beneath them. I take the edge of them in my teeth and try to pull them down some, but I'm not too successful. "Hmmm. That's not going to work."

Your eyes fly open to look at me. I'm now sitting on your thighs, just above your knees, looking confused. "What's wrong?" You look slightly alarmed.

"Nothing. Just trying to figure something out." May as well do this the easy way. I move to the side of your legs and simply pull the boxers down with my hands. They join the growing pile of clothing on the floor.

As always, I'm surprised by how big you are. Right now, you are rock-hard, your tip glistening with precum. I sit between your legs and spread them slightly, my fingers once again massaging your thighs. This time they go up to the base of your shaft, gently kneading around it, gently playing with the curls that surround it. I look up at you. Your mouth is half-open, breathing a little heavy and your eyes lock with mine, waiting.

I blow you a kiss and lower my head. As I flick my tongue over your navel, one hand firmly grasps your cock at the base and begins slowly pumping up and down. "Oh God." I shower your stomach with kisses, licking lower and lower until I reach the top of your hair. My other hand joins the first. Alternating them as I slide them from the tip to the base, varying the pressure. I do this several times, but my hands are kind of dry. One hand continues its gliding, while the other goes down between my legs, up the side of my panties. I run three of my fingers across my lips, gathering some of the juice that has started soaking through my panties. Slowly, I rub those three fingers up and down the length of your shaft, lubricating you with every stroke.

Slowly I lower my head and blow gently on the tip. You try to buck your hips closer, but I hold them down so you can't. I lick around the head in a swirling motion, my hair falling to hide my actions from you, tickling your stomach. The cuffs make a clinking noise against the railing as you try to move your hands down to my head. Your frustrated groan makes me smile – I haven't even gotten started yet.

Changing tactics, I lick up and down your shaft, alternating speeds: down slow, up fast and then switching. My hands are still on your hips, making you lie flat, not letting you force yourself into my mouth. After a few minutes of this torture, I stop. My hair is still hiding me from you, so you can't see what I'm doing, but I can see you: your eyes open, your hands struggling desperately against the cuffs.

I shift my legs into a more comfortable position so that I am laying down now. With one quick motion, I take as much of you as I can into my mouth, which isn't much. Your breath in sharply. "Oh God that feels so good." My lips are stretched as far as they can around you. I try to take even more of you in, sliding slowly up and down your shaft. I know that not being able to use your hands is driving you crazy. Gradually I increase my speed and then decrease it again, so slow it seems I'm not even moving at all. "Please," you beg. "Oh God, please don't stop." I have no intention of stopping; I just want you to enjoy this fully. Once again I increase my movements and then slow down again. I do this several more times. One hand massages your balls, rolling them gently in my hand, one at a time. The sounds of the cuffs against the railing are becoming more frantic. I move my mouth faster and faster up and down your shaft, almost breaking contact when I come to the tip, trying to take a little more in each time. Your breath is coming faster and faster.

"Oh God. That feels so good. I'm ... I don't think ... I can't hold it anymore."

With one last strain against the cuffs, your whole body tenses. Your warm, sweet cum fills my mouth as I try to swallow as fast as I can, sucking every last drop, keeping my mouth on you for longer than necessary. When every last drop is finished, I look up you. Your eyes are closed and you are trying to get your breath back to normal. I plant one last kiss on the tip of your penis and then kiss my way back up your body. I lay flat on you and kiss your nose. Your open your eyes. "How was that?" I ask.

You smile. "I think I really enjoyed that."

"You think?!?!"

You laugh. "Of course I enjoyed it."

Your smile turns to a slight frown as you try to put your arms around me and can't. "Hmm. Don't think I like these anymore."

"Well too bad because they're not coming off."

"Well, you're always saying that I owe you big time, right?" An impish smile crosses my face. "And I am no where near finished repaying you."

You groan in mock agony. "I don't think I can handle this."

"Do you want some water?"

"Yes, please."

I shift into a sitting position, which has me once again straddling you. I grab my glass and take a huge gulp. "Hey."

I stop drinking. "Yes, dear?

"You've still got some clothes on."

"I won't for long. You still want some water?"

"Yes, please. But you're going to have to help me."

My eyes twinkle. "Oh don't worry." I take another sip of the water and catch an ice cube in my teeth. I put the glass back and lean over you. You look slightly confused, but then I see the comprehension dawn in your eyes. I lean down so that there is maybe an inch or two between our mouths. You open your mouth and wait for me to join our lips together. But I don't. "You have to come get it," I say as best as I can with an ice cube in my teeth.

You lean as far forward as you can but you still can't reach. I lower my head slightly, but not enough to help you. Realizing your only course of action, you flick your tongue out, licking the ice cube and my lips. Ice cold water drips off the cube onto your tongue and your lips. You run your tongue over your lips to get every drop and then lean forward to lick the ice cube again. When the cube has melted down to a reasonable size, I lean down and kiss you. Your probing tongue captures the cube. The kiss continues until the cube is completely melted. I grab a smaller one and this time run it over your lips with my fingers. I hold it just above your mouth letting it drip onto your tongue. Then I rub it along your neck, up to your ear and then down to your chest. The gasps of shock from the cold intermingle with the intakes of breath from the excitement.

Meanwhile, I have been rotating my hips slightly onto your cock again, after giving you some rest. Slowly your body had been responding to the kiss, but the ice seemed to increase that. I lean up to kiss you and my nipples are pressed against your chest where the ice just was. I shriek from the shock and you laugh. "You think that was cold?" You ask as you dip your head and manage to capture a nipple with your mouth.

I moan, half from shock, half from pleasure. "That feels good."

"Mmmm," you mumble against my chest, moving to the other breast. "But you know what?" you ask, raking your teeth gently across my nipple.

"You still have some clothes on and they need to come off."

"They will. As soon as you're done torturing me with that ice cold mouth of yours."

"Oh OK." But you don't stop immediately. I continue rotating my hips slowly. The black lace panties are soaked by now and my body is aching for your touch. When you move your mouth off my breast and announce, "OK. I'm done now," I stand over you. I shimmy out of the panties, kicking them off the bed with my toes.

I kneel over you again, lean in close to kiss you and slowly slide my legs down the bed so I am lying on top of you. This makes my clit rub against your stomach, leaving a trail of juice. "Mmmm." I kiss you again, once again the urgency coming through. I want you so bad, but I want us both to really enjoy what leads up to it as well. Again, I kiss up to your ear, nibbling around it. You kiss my neck and once again struggle against the cuffs. "Ugh!"

"What's wrong?"

"I can't do anything. I want to touch you and I can't. I want to taste you and I can't."

"Taste me?" I pull myself into more off a kneeling position. "You mean like this?" Never breaking eye contact with you, I slowly slide two fingers deep inside me. You break contact first, watching me work my fingers back and forth. I pull them out, dripping with my juice, and hold them over your mouth. Your tongue darts out to lick them, then pulls them both into your mouth, sucking, licking, trying to get every bit that you can. After a minute or two, I extract from fingers from your lips. "Is that what you meant?"

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The Collector

Denise Miller sighed as she looked up at the clock in her classroom. Parent-Teacher Conference day always seemed like one of the longest days of the year...thank God it was almost over! She only had one more parent to see...

Denise glanced down at her notes. He was the father of one of her newest students, and she didn't really know anything about him except his name, Chris Jones. His son Brian was somewhat of an enigma; he was quiet, very smart, but underachieving. He always seemed to be distracted during her seventh-period AP World History class, like his mind was somewhere else all the time. She glanced again at his folder, again other than the fact that the family had moved quite a bit, there was little biographical info to go on.

Denise stood up and smoothed down her black knee-length skirt as she heard the sound of approaching footsteps. She calmly walked over to the door and opened it just as he got there...

The man was short, slight of build, short hair, glasses, extremely well-dressed, and Denise couldn't immediately ascertain his age as she extended her hand. "Hi, I'm Denise Miller...Brian's History teacher. Please come in!"

"Chris Jones..." was the reply, "Nice to make your acquaintance Miss Miller." He smiled a warm, confident smile as he walked into the classroom. He took a seat in one of the two comfortable, padded chairs behind her desk and waited for her to sit down. He quickly took in her appearance as she walked by to sit down across from him. Thin gold button-up blouse, black skirt, heels, pretty shoulder-length brown hair, put up in a clip, brown eyes, and a nice figure-not skinny by any means, but for a teacher in her mid-30s it was obvious Denise took care of herself and prided herself on her appearance. He smiled again as she sat down, crossing her legs and picking up her notes.

"Thank you for coming in, Mr. Jones-"

"Please, call me Chris!" He replied. "May I call you Denise?"

"Sure..." Denise answered as she glanced over her notes. "I'm glad you came in... I have been wanting to talk to you about Brian. He's a good student, he's obviously very smart...but most of the time in my class he seems like he's in another world. I was hoping maybe speaking to you would give me some insight as to how I can best handle him."

"I see..." replied Chris, his eyes never leaving her as he spoke. "May I ask how long you've been teaching, Denise?"

The question surprised her a bit. "This is my 12th year of teaching here."

"I see..." he responded again, his expression like someone doing differential calculus in their head. "So that makes you...about 36?" She nodded. "Do you think you're a good teacher, Denise?"

Again she was a bit surprised by the question. "Well, I-"

He cut her off quickly. "I didn't think so."

A bit shocked, Denise tried to respond, "What do you m-"

Once again he stopped her. "If you really thought you were, you wouldn't have hesitated to answer." He smiled again. "I bet you've always wanted to be a teacher, haven't you, Denise?"

"Well yes...I have...how did you know?" Denise wasn't feeling like she had control of this conference, a feeling she wasn't used to. She was used to being in control of EVERYTHING in her life. She thought, it's time to get back in charge of things. "So tell me, Chris, what exactly is it that you do? I see you and Brian have moved around a lot..."

"I'm a professional collector." Chris answered, folding his hands in his lap and continuing to look at Denise, measuring her response. He could see in her eyes that he had piqued her curiosity a bit.

"A collector? What is it you collect?"

"Professionals!" Chris chuckled, and Denise giggled just a bit as well at his apparent joke. "No, seriously... I collect rare and unique artifacts that I have found in my travels around the world. I have quite a collection now, if I may say so myself..." He smiled and again waited for her reaction.

"Oh wow... I had no idea...!" Denise exclaimed. "Anything of historical significance?"

"Of course you had no idea..." Chris smiled. "Well, I think they have historical significance...but then I'm not a so-called expert on history... I've never really had them appraised as such... maybe you could suggest someone?" He gave a slight wink.

"Well, me of course!" Denise exclaimed. "I'm a History teacher after all!"

"Why yes you are... well I'd be honored, of course, if you would come by sometime and take a look... let me know what you think..."

"I'd love to! I'm always interested in anything historical...!" Denise gushed.

Chris smiled a bit wider, delighted at her almost childlike curiosity. "Well just let me know when you have the time, and I'd love to show you my collection..."

"Well..." Denise quickly thought, "you're my last conference of the day... I guess I'm available now...if that's ok...?" She really wanted to see this collection... maybe there would be something she could work into her class, maybe even a field trip? she thought to herself.

"Good then, you're done here." Chris answered, it was much more of a statement than a question, although Denise didn't catch that. "It's not a far drive from here, and I do have a new acquisition I need to display, maybe you could help me?"

"Sure!" Denise exclaimed as she grabbed her purse from the desk. "Where are you parked?" He stood up and held the door open for her as she walked through it.

"Just outside...the drive there will give us a chance to finish the conference, don't you think?" Chris smiled wryly.

"Sure, that's a good idea!" Denise followed Chris to his car and let him open the door for her as she climbed into the seat. As they pulled out of the parking lot, she turned to him and asked, "Okay, I'm curious. Why did you ask me if I had always wanted to be a teacher?"

"Just trying to figure out why you are... you seem better suited for something else... maybe something that doesn't require as much intelligence..." Chris calmly stated.

"What do you mean??" Denise quickly replied, a bit taken aback at his statement.

"Well, it's obvious to me that the reason Brian isn't able to focus in your class is primarily because you aren't able to challenge him enough. He's a smart young man, and you...well..."

"You're questioning my intelligence?" Denise asked. "You don't think-"

"Oh I think plenty, my dear." Chris reached over and stroked her hair as he drove down the highway. Denise was once again feeling like she didn't have control of the conversation as she turned her head to look at him. "Don't you worry your pretty head about it right now, we have a collection for you to look at!" And Chris turned the car up a long hilly drive through a grove of trees. Denise turned her attention back to the front, curious to see what kind of house the Joneses lived in...

The driveway wound its way up the hill and through the trees into a clearing, and Denise gasped...it looked less like a house and more like a medieval castle! "Oh my God, I had no idea this place was here... it looks like a castle...!"

Chris laughed at her comment. "Yes, most people have no idea this is here... it was built almost a century ago and I found it by chance when we were looking for a place to live around here, I needed a place with enough room to display my entire collection, so I guess I lucked out, huh?"

"I would say so!" Denise exclaimed. "It does seem like a lot of house for just the two of you, though..."

"Well as I mentioned, I needed a lot of space to adequately display my collection... our living needs are really not that great." Chris parked the car at the side and then walked around to open the door for Denise as she slowly climbed out, taking in the entire scene. "I take it that it meets your approval then?" he asked, not that it really mattered to him, but he wanted Denise to continue to let down her guard, which she was doing easily enough as it was.

"Oh yes!" she exclaimed as Chris led her around the side of the house, past well maintained gardens and around to the front of the house, the sight of which was truly magnificent. To Denise it almost seemed like something out of a fairy tale. As they approached the front door, Chris stopped and turned to her.

"Before we go in... you haven't asked me yet what my collection is. For a long time, I have been intrigued by the vocational arts...that is, what people do for a living. It is my feeling that without those who perform necessary and often forgotten-about jobs, our society would crumble and disappear. So I started collecting rare, unusual, and interesting items from the different vocational fields. I believe, in my humble opinion, that I possess the largest and most impressive collection of this sort in the world." Denise's eyes widened at this statement. "So when I said I was a 'profession-al collector, you see I was not far off!" He chuckled as he put the key in the door and unlocked it, opening it and letting the amazed teacher walk in first.

The foyer was breathtaking, with high ceilings, beautiful chandeliers, and adornments worthy of a British monarch, at least that's what Denise thought as she took it all in. The foyer itself seemed large enough to be a ballroom! Straight ahead, about twenty-five feet away, was a large closed door; as she glanced to her left and to her right there were two more doors in each direction, also shut.

Chris smiled as the wonder easily showed in her face. "Quite breathtaking, I think. I've worked hard to bring a sense of history to this place, which I hope you'll appreciate. Each of the doors you see leads into a separate room where I have items from my collection displayed. As you will soon realize, each room has a unique theme. Let's start with the kitchen, shall we?" And he strode straight ahead, key in hand as she followed. "I keep all these doors locked as well... one can never be too careful when dealing with antiquities. And I have worked far too hard building my collection to allow anything to happen to it."

He unlocked the door and opened it, reaching in to turn on the light, and then letting Denise walk in first. Her amazement continued as she walked into the 'kitchen'. It indeed was a kitchen, and a large one at that, but it was clearly a homage to the culinary arts. All around the sides of the approximately 20' by 20' room were antique and rare appliances, pots, pans, utensils, each hung on its own, unique place, under glass, with a small plaque detailing what each item was, when it was made, and a description of its historical significance. Denise's curiosity was racing as she checked out some of the items on the wall where she had walked in...a cake knife from Louis XIV's palace, two pots from ancient Rome...it was truly amazing, and yet the most amazing item revealed itself to her as she turned towards the center of the room. She gasped.

There was a pedestal in the center of the room, and in a kneeling position on top of it was a statue, a statue of a woman, dressed in a chef's outfit, complete with a chef's hat, an apron, and a somewhat revealing smock that displayed her 'assets' quite well, Denise thought for a moment. In one hand the statue held a hand mixer, in the other a measuring cup. There was a glass case over the statue to protect it, much like the rest of the artifacts in the room, and a plaque with an Italian-sounding name that Denise didn't recognize but assumed was the name of this female chef, then underneath 'Created 10/21/69' and a list of her culinary accomplishments. Denise read it with interest, then looked over the statue again; the woman appeared to be maybe in her mid-thirties, and not skinny by any means, but with nice, natural curves, and quite pretty as well. The detail that the sculptor had created out of what appeared to be some kind of white granite was simply amazing to behold.

As she read over the plaque again, Denise realized there was no mention of the artist. She turned to Chris, who was standing next to her watching her reaction, and as she opened her mouth it was as if he knew what she was about to ask.

"I'm sure you are wondering about the artist... he has amazing skills, does he not?" Denise nodded yes as he continued. "I first ran into him some time ago... he has interests similar to my own. This is his work, he did a number of pieces in my collection."

"If the rest of your collection is as amazing as this..." Denise's voice trailed off as she continued to take in the amazing collection of items in front of her.

"I thought you'd be impressed. Soon my collection will be complete, and I plan to open the house up as a museum for all to see... beautiful things should be displayed for all to see, shouldn't they, Denise?" He smiled as he noticed her gaze returning to the beautiful statue in the center of the kitchen.

"Yes...definitely..." She mouthed as she continued to gaze wide-eyed at the statue as Chris walked over to an antique refrigerator and opened the door, pulling out a bottle of champagne, and pouring a couple of glasses.

"You look thirsty my dear. As you can see, not only is this kitchen a collection but it is functional as well..." He handed her the glass and she took it without thinking, taking a few sips. He took a sip of his and then sat the glass down, picking up the bottle and opening the door to walk out. "Ready to see more?" he asked.

"Oh yes...!" the intrigued teacher answered as she followed him out of the room, pausing to let him re-lock the door before following him towards another one of the locked doors. "What's next?"

"You seem quite excited, dear Denise, this makes me very happy. I love a healthy curiosity in a woman, it only adds to her beauty." Chris smiled and Denise blushed as she watched him open another door. "Here we are, the Doctor's Office." He watched her walk in and then followed behind, enjoying her amazed reaction again.

The room was about the same size as the kitchen, and resembled quite closely a large patient examination room. Along the walls were a large variety of medical instruments, most made before the twentieth century, a few quite a bit older than that. They, however, were not the first thing that Denise noticed. Rather, her attention was immediately drawn to the center of the room.

On a pedestal, very similar to the one in the kitchen, was displayed another kneeling statue, this one of a female doctor. As with the chef statue, this one was also dressed in a rather skimpy doctor's smock, a thermometer in one hand, a tongue depressor in the other, and a stethoscope around her neck, with the end nestled perfectly in the statue's ample cleavage. Chris smiled as he watched Denise's eyes taking in every inch of the statue as she kneeled down in front of it to read the plaque below. It read "Dr. Anita Adams, Created 1/31/1971." And once again it had a list of accomplishments of its subject. Denise also couldn't help but notice that the statue had an interesting expression, almost a combination of wonderment and surprise.

"My artist has a real gift for capturing his subjects." Chris stated as he watched Denise get up and walk around the room, sipping her drink and glancing at the other items, but her eyes bouncing back towards the statue, amazed again at how lifelike it was done. "I heard him say once that he likes to display them as he feels they should naturally be..."

"I wonder..." Denise started to say as she walked back by the statue.

"Yes? What is it you wonder about, Denise? Please, do tell me." Chris looked upon her rather impishly as he surreptitiously refilled her glass and waited for her response.

"I wonder....what she was thinking just then..." Denise answered as she gazed again upon the statue's face.

"Oh, I imagine she was truly amazed at how the artist captured her so easily... after all, she was able to watch his process... can you imagine it? I'm sure you can... I mean, what woman wouldn't want to see her beauty captured forever in such an amazing way?" Denise nodded as she absorbed his words and took a few sips of her drink.

"Uh huh..." she agreed as he led her out of the room and to the next one.

"This is the Police Station," Chris said as he opened the door. And as they walked in, Denise wasn't quite as surprised by what she saw...it looked like a typical old-timey police station, with antiquities around the sides, and in the center, a pretty policewoman statue, displayed much like the first two, on her knees, looking slightly upwards, in a sexy police-girl getup, a pair of cuffs in one hand, a gun in the other, and a small billy club dangling from the collar around her neck.

As Denise sipped and looked, she realized that all three statues had had something around their neck, she just hadn't paid any attention to it before. She didn't give it any more thought than that, though, nor did she think that all three were in pretty much the exact same pose, and looked to be about the same age, and had natural curves and beauty, not that fake 'model' beauty that society seems to want everyone to have. Or that they were all female, for that matter.

"He certainly has...a distinctive style..." she sighed, feeling a bit relaxed from the champagne as she sat the glass down in the foyer.

"Yes he certainly does. It seems only natural to be displayed in such a way, doesn't it, Denise?" Chris asked as he started to lead her to another room. She nodded in agreement.

There were several more similarly 'themed' rooms that he showed to her. A courtroom, with a sexy woman judge in the center; a building site, with a woman dressed as a construction worker on a hot day; a laboratory with a barely-dressed lady scientist adorning the middle of the room. All of the statues were similar to the ones Denise had seen in the previous rooms.

Chris could tell that all the walking, as well as the champagne, had made Denise quite a bit tired. "We're almost done..." he said, just one more room to show you, Denise. I think you'll find this one especially interesting and definitely worth the wait!" And he opened the door as she walked into... 'The Classroom.'

The lights came on a bit slowly, first illuminating the walls of the room, as Denise noticed all of the ancient tools of education, quite a number she had seen before in books, but never close up like this! She was positively glowing as the lights finally came on in the rest of the room, and she turned her attention to the center of the room, to the pedestal.

It was empty.

Denise turned quickly to Chris in surprise. "No statue for this one?" she asked.

"Oh yes. Do you remember back at the school, I mentioned I had a new acquisition I needed to display?" She nodded yes. "That's what I needed your help with. I seriously doubt I could properly display it without your help."

Denise beamed happily. "Then I'm so glad I was able to come! Of course I'll help you put it on display!" The two or three glasses of champagne had given the thirty-something schoolteacher a slight buzz, enough that she wasn't really putting a lot of thought into what she was saying.

"Well then. Right this way, please." Chris led Denise back out of the room and into another one, one that was quite simply decorated and furnished like an antique living room. He gestured to Denise to have a seat on a low-back couch in the center. "I know you're tired, Denise, have a seat for a minute and relax, I'll be right back."

Denise yawned as she made herself comfortable on the couch. Her mind was swimming at this point, overwhelmed by the amazing collection she had seen so far. And what was this latest acquisition? Her curiosity was at its peak. As she thought about this, she felt a pair of hands settle down onto her shoulders, rubbing gently.

"I apologize for the wait...I know you're tired...it must be so stressful for you, having to try and teach all those smart young people...maybe you'd feel better if you just RELAX a bit..." he leaned down to whisper the last three words directly into her ear, watching in delight as she shuddered.

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Note: I do not own the Avengers, Marvel Comics, any of the actors or anything associated with them. Obviously. This is not suitable for under 17s and contains scenes of a graphic nature, no likey no...readey.

It had been a normal, quiet night for Tony Stark. The better half of a bottle of very fine scotch, an inebriated roll back to his apartment with a moderately attractive lady - tumbling into bed trying trying trying to clear his mind with sex, trying to turn off the constant mechanics and equations and fine-tuning for projects long since discarded...brushing his lips against her collar bone, feeling her hands run through his hair, and still his mind whirred and hummed with activity.

Hands sliding under clothes, undoing buttons and zips and buckles, nails on his back, lips closing over his messily, canting his hips up to feel the friction...

and then...

"Well. This has never happened before..."

Flashback 3 hours...

Tony rolled his shoulders back, feeling the muscles tense and relax, joints popping under the stretch. It had been a long day - no, a long week - and as far as he was concerned there was nothing he deserved more than this fine scotch on the rocks and the beautiful young lady draped over his shoulder trying to seem different to all of those who had gone before.

"It must be amazing being you" she breathed, the tickling sensation on his earlobe making up for her tedious and unoriginal comment, "to be so talented and brave and popular and..."

He cut her off by turning to face her, schooling his face into a mask of politeness and eying her up as subtly as he could. Probably in her late 20s she was wearing a little too much makeup but relatively pretty nonetheless. Her dress was cut deliberately low enough to reveal some cleavage but not so low as to seem tacky; hair curled but lacking the health and gloss of a younger woman; eyes unnaturally bright with contact lenses.

She was no keeper, but she was a warm body and he was taken by an urge to leave this ridiculous party with these ridiculous people. This woman, whose name he couldn't even remember, seemed to be his ticket out. So, turning on the famous Stark charm he offered her his arm, fed her some bullshit line about wanting to hear about her thesis/job/ex-boyfriend, and summoned his driver to take them back to the penthouse.

From there, it all got a little bizarre...

Present moment

He took a deep, soothing breath. And then another. Closed his eyes, kneaded at the lids with his palms until stars exploded in front of his vision (and godammit he had been hoping for a more fun use for that metaphor tonight), opened his eyes again.

His ladyfriend propped herself up on one elbow, the side of her breast grazing his chest deliberately. She licked her lips seductively, letting the point of her tongue linger in the corner of her mouth, and still...

"I mean, this really never has happened to me before" he said, aware there was a note of desperation to his tone. Under the covers his cock lay unresponsive and obnoxious, refusing him any kind of pleasure for the night.

She sighed, disappointed, and rolled over, drawing the covers up to her chest.

"Yeah, well," she breathed, and a smile spread over her face, straight white teeth and mischievous eyes, "Performance issues..."

The breath left Tony's chest in a sudden rush, eyes widening involuntarily in panic. Blasé he might be, but given that last time he'd uttered those words he'd been thrown out of a window the phrase had kinda stuck with him. And now...now, he had a very bad feeling.

The woman laughed mirthfully, stretching herself long and lean against him, and as she did so he felt her breasts shrink and flatten into a lean chest, muscle develop along her arms and back and finally, horrifyingly, her feminine features shifted and morphed into an all too familiar face, feral smile still in place, sharp eyes drinking in his discomfort and, more worryingly, strong hands pinning him to the mattress.

He cycled through possible escape routes in his head, discarding each as quickly as it popped into his mind. The God of Mischief for goodness sake - he was unlikely to outfox him even on his vainest and most intelligent day.

"I wouldn't try to escape" said Loki smoothly, as though reading his mind, "Humans are so very vulnerable when it comes to sex. No metal suit to save you now, Mr Stark."

Tony swallowed hard and searched for words.

"Er...why..."

"Why am I here? Why am I in your bed? Why would I...spoil your night?"

"Um yeah. Let's start with that."

Loki's smile widened and he straightened up, waving his hand at Tony, who to his credit wasn't overly surprised at magical bindings tying him to the bed, arms and legs spread and head pulled back against the pillows. It wasn't like it would be the first time he'd wake up to Pepper untying him disapprovingly, and if it wasn't for the potential mortal peril he'd probably quite enjoy it...

...he snapped his attention back to the present as the bindings tightened almost uncomfortably, tracking Loki across the room with his eyes. He was half naked, wearing only black trousers, and sinuously comfortable in his body - hardly rippling with muscles as Thor was, but lean and pale and surprisingly touchable. Not that Tony would want to touch him. Even by his inappropriate standards, vengeful Norse Gods truly were off limits. Especially the ones who usually tried to kill him.

Loki's eyes raked up and down Tony's torso, making him feel a) deeply uncomfortable and b) very glad the comforter was covering his lower half. The other man stood by the window, turning to look out at the city lights for a moment before returning his attention to Tony.

"I felt that we had unfinished business" he said, "I didn't appreciate the 'performance issues' quip."

Tony tried not to choke, and in doing so managed to make a high pitched strangled noise

"You threw me out of the window! I would have thought that would have made things a little even"

Loki considered that for a second, looking as though he was enjoying the recollection.

"That is true. And you did risk your life destroying those who would have seen me die a painful death at the failure of my task."

"..Yeah, cos that was definitely my primary motivation" he muttered, physically unable to keep his sodding mouth shut when he should.

Loki's lip quirked.

"I have not come here to kill you, Tony Stark."

"More reassuring comment coming from someone other than the God of Lies..."

This time Loki actually laughed outright, making him look much younger and less...evil.

"Understandable. But consider that if that had been my intention we would not be having this conversation right now."

Well, it was hard to argue with that. Tony tested his bonds lightly, pointlessly, finding himself still captive.

"So what's the masterplan now? Payback for the performance issues complete - and let me tell you this is WAY more embarrassing than your wand malfunction - you're not going to kill me - so what now?"

"Well, you offered me a drink last time..."

"And I'd do so again but I am somewhat indisposed at the moment."

Loki moved over to the cabinet and poured himself a generous shot of whisky, licking his lips as he knocked it back, pouring another and giving it the same treatment.

"Um...more of a sipping drink...traditionally..."

Loki turned back, his eyes suddenly sharp and focussed.

"Where are my manners? Would you care for some?"

It sounded like a trick question. It looked like a trick question. It sure as hell felt like a trick question. But it was also damn good whisky, so Tony nodded hopefully and watched the other man approach, all sleek lines and grace. He sat on the edge of the bed and took another sip, appraising Tony. Head pinned back to the pillows there was no way he was getting a drink without choking on it, unless...

Tony's breath caught in his throat as Loki dipped his forefinger into the glass and held it expectantly to Tony's lips. He let his tongue dart out, swiping the first drop of liquid before sucking on the fingertip lightly and releasing it.

"Good" murmured Loki, his eyes half lidded, "Again."

Two fingers this time, and from his prone position Tony sucked slightly harder this time, running his tongue between the digits and allowing his teeth to scrape the tips. The bed shifted slightly under Loki's weight as the god let out a soft sigh and sat back, allowing Tony to continue manipulating his fingers for a few moments before he pulled his hand away, shifting his weight onto Tony's lap and pressing his thumb to the corner of his jaw. With a rush, all his blood flowed south, leaving him light headed and achingly hard, trying not to arch his hips up.

"Did you use magic to..."

"Make my point? Yes, that is rather my style."

Tony closed his eyes, torn between laughing and screaming.

"Well, thanks for resolving it."

"To my benefit, I can assure you" breathed Loki, rocking his hips and making Tony's eyes roll into the back of his head with the friction. His long pale hands clutched at Tony's hips, high spots of colour dancing on his cheeks.

"So, sex with a God..."

"Definitely one for the to-do list" agreed Loki, his smooth tone slightly breathless

"Probably better if I have the use of my hands"

Loki looked to consider that for a moment, and with a jovial smile released him before bring his lips crashing down on Tony's, kissing him until he was almost light headed from it. A strange breathy moan escaped, and it took Tony a second to realise that it had been him. His back arched almost against his will, grinding his erection against Loki, who was still ridiculously overdressed for the occasion.

He fumbled helplessly with the other man's belt for a few moments before his hands were knocked away and the infuriating clothes removed. Greedily he grasped at Loki's cock, relishing in the feel of the hot skin against his hand and the catch in his breath as Tony's thumb swiped over the head. Taking advantage of his freedom he slid down the bed, watching Loki's stomach muscles contract as his stubble brushed the inside of his leg and then spasm as he licked an obscenely broad trail up the length of his cock before taking it into his mouth. Loki gasped, back arching, cool resolve shot to hell, hands tangling in Tony's hair.

"What is this magic?" he moaned, whining angrily as Tony pulled back.

"Ancient human custom" he said glibly, sliding his lips back down and making a contented humming noise in the back of his throat, knowing the vibrations would drive the god mad.

"Good to know your race is good for something" he replied in a strained tone, and swore under his breath as Tony took him even deeper in his mouth.

"Enough. On your knees."

Tony was no person to be ordered around, particularly in bed, but faced with a potentially lethal, horny Norse god, now seemed like a good time to learn obedience and he slid to his knees, fighting the urge to wrap his hand around his neglected cock. He was glad afterwards that he hadn't, as Loki pressed against him from behind, his cock nestling in the cleft of Tony's arse and his cool hand wrapping around his cock, twisting and squeezing lightly in a way which, happily, did leave him seeing stars.

He almost didn't notice probing fingers until one curled and hit the sweet spot that had him rocking back against Loki and moaning wantonly

"Please, please do that again..."

Loki went one better, using his other hand to pull Tony's hair back and biting down hard at the junction of his neck and shoulder at the same time as he stroked over his prostate and with a yelp which turned into a moan Tony came hard, semen splattering over his stomach and bedclothes. Limp with exhaustion and relief he sagged against Loki, trying to catch his breath, but the god wasn't done with him. Another finger, slick with something Tony certainly didn't have in his bedroom, stretched him out, teasing and moving, and Loki was whispering words in his ear that made no sense but had his cock stirring again, arousal heightening his sense so that even the feel of Loki's lips on his ear had him breathing harshly.

A hand on the back of his neck had him leaning forward subserviently and with smooth movement Loki sank into him, silent apart from a hissed intake of breath as Tony involuntarily clenched around him. They sat like that for a few seconds, both adjusting to the feeling before Tony twisted his hips back and to the side, desperate for some kind of friction. The brush against his prostate had him throwing his head back and moaning wantonly and Loki grasped his hips tightly, bringing his hips back and sliding in again. Tony's eyes rolled back into his head, he could feel it, and he bit his lip to stop the stream of babble that was dying to come out (). Loki's thrusts were slow and controlled enough to keep him teetering on the edge of ecstasy and when he was sure he had a tight enough grip on Tony to stop him moving he slid a hand round to grasp the other man's erection, sliding down from tip to root as he pushed in simultaneously.

Loki leaned forward, ever in control, and breathed "You're going to have to beg harder than that my dear"

Tony's head dropped forwards, his throat swollen and eyes heavy with frustration.

"Please, Loki" he said grudgingly

Loki slid out and in again sharply, twisting his hand, and stilled.

"Is that it?" he asked in a faux disappointed, sugar-sweet tone

"Please fuck me Loki. Properly."

The jibe had its intended result and this time Loki slammed into Tony, chest pressed to his back as the smaller man's resolve fled and he whimpered and chanted a litany of pleas and begs

"Don't stop, don't stop, please oh god, so, AHHH! Don't stop, feels so fucking good, LOKI!"

"Good" he murmured, pressing his lips to the bite mark he had left previously and swiping his tongue over the skin before applying his hand back to Tony's cock

The sensory combination of tongue and hand and cock slamming into him was too much,and with what could only be described as a wail Tony came like a rocket, spasms wracking his entire body and leaving him trembling as he heard and felt Loki empty himself inside him with a low groan and the utterly bizarre feeling of a cock pulsing inside him.

There was a pause of several minutes before Loki moved, pushing Tony forwards and pulling out, causing both of them to hiss at the sensation.

"So, I guess you're not one for spooning" deadpanned Tony, lifting his hands in mock surrender when Loki rounded on him hand extended. The god quirked a smile as he used his magic to clean them both up and Tony had the grace to look abashed.

Then, to his absolute shock, Loki rotated himself around so he was leaning against the bedhead and pulled Tony into his chest with one arm.

"As humans go, you are not...intolerable" he admitted. "I must confess to having been curious to try this with you."

"And I would be amenable to doing it again" he said casually, as though gods propositioned mortals for gay sex every day.

Tony considered it. Loki was dangerous, volatile, had killed men for the sheer pleasure of it. Was a sworn enemy of the majority of the people he would call friends, and wow would Pepper not be happy. It was an absolutely ridiculous idea, one that would not end well in any universe let alone this one...

"Sounds good to me" he murmured agreeably, nestling his head against Loki's chest and sighing.

After all, what was a bit of catastrophically bad decision making when you could have sex that great?

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Thursday, David sent Lybee an arrangement of white sweetheart roses in a tiny, delicate teapot. The card enclosed was simple. “I remember.” it said. Lybee held the card to her skipping heart, feeling her love for him expand infinitely.

That night, they had plans to go out. Emily and Krister were close friends and they often spent evenings together. Krister and David were old fraternity pals and Emily had become like a sister to Lybee. They met, as they often did, for dinner. Then they went to a movie they all wanted to see. David was attentive, drawing Lybee close to him many times, just to encircle her waist or touch her cheek. When they stood on line for tickets, he kissed her warmly, his succulent mouth covering hers. They held hands during the film, his thumb making soft circles in her palm. Lybee was excited all evening.

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David had never heard Lybee use that language, say those words. She incited him with lust. He turned her to the counter, bending her over, her tight ass glowing in the soft light. She looked over her shoulder, her eyes bright, her voice softly seductive. “I am ready now. Fuck me, David. Don’t wait. Now. Now!”

He grabbed her hips, his fingers gripping her tender flesh. He moved behind her as she spread her legs. His engorged cock seemed to move on its own, finding her center. He plunged into her, deeply, quickly. She gasped with pleasure and pushed back against him, her ass hitting his pelvis as he fucked her wet cunt. She felt herself moving toward orgasm nearly instantly, feeling his hardbeating dick thrusting repeatedly into her. They both seemed to peak at the same instant, their cries mingling in the quiet house, their bodies arching together, cresting together. He continued stroking, slowly now, both of them still breathing hard and still throbbing together. As they relaxed, he pulled her back into his arms, nibbling and nipping at her sweet neck, inhaling her scent. They gathered the discarded clothes and walked arm in arm to bed, Bayan Escort collapsing in a tangled heap of sated limbs.

Friday, Lybee felt pleasantly sore. Moving in her chair, she felt again the depths of David’s plunging cock. She could picture her pinkness, slightly bruised and tender. She smiled often during the day, remembering the passion of the night before.

By mid-afternoon, she was totally engrossed in work, a new project that was nearing completion. She spent an extra hour with her team, finishing the last details. Tired, but content, she thanked her co-workers and headed home. To David.

Walking into the house, she was assailed by the scent of butter cream candles. Everywhere she looked, tiny white lights twinkled. There was a trail of rose petals, guiding her through the house, to the master suite. On every surface in the room, candles flickered. Soft music filled the air. David was waiting for her, a smile on his handsome face.

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Her smile was her response. She stood silently while he respectfully undressed her, placing her clothes carefully on the bed, politely helping her. Then he guided her to the bath, full of scented bubbles. He assisted her into the tub, settling her down with a soft pillow beneath her neck. Candles were burning here too, no harsh lights were allowed.

He Escort left for a moment, to pour wine for his love. Then he returned, sitting by the tub, washing her gently, taking care with her tender pussy, cleansing her carefully. He massaged her feet, telling her an erotic story of two people very much like them, while she relaxed and sipped her wine. Lybee could have fallen asleep, but was too curious about his plans. He rinsed the soap from her body and wrapped her in a warm bath sheet, drying her thoroughly.

The bed was turned down, the pillows stacked invitingly. He walked with her to the bed, sitting beside her and kissing her enticingly. She leaned into him, feeling his clothes rough against her naked and warm skin. He placed her back against the pillows and moved away from the bed again. Returning with her wine glass, refilled, he offered it to her. Everything looked gauzy and ethereal. She drank the wine, feeling the heat spread through her body, her limbs becoming drugged with alcohol and anticipation. She watched as David slowly removed his clothes, a seductive dance for her, his excitement and desire evident.

Once again, he moved to her side, stretching full length beside her. His mouth captured hers again, slowly tracing her lips, teasing her tongue, probing and retreating, making love to her sweet mouth, awakening her longing for him.

Lybee was ready. She was pliable and willing and his. As he kissed her, she didn’t even notice that he moved her arms above her head. She didn’t feel the soft silk tie being wrapped around her wrists or the silk tightening on her soft skin. She only felt his mouth, his delicious mouth, as it moved from her lips to her neck and her shoulders. She surrendered entirely to him.

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Review: Moondance

Moondance – Rated XXX – Videoteam

Starring Nici Sterling (as Lauren), Wilde Oscar (as Alex), Nico Treasures (as Sarah), Felecia (as Shawnee), Frank Towers (as Bob), Liza Harper, Dawn Devine, Jacklyn Lick, Kelly Jean, Sweetie Pie, Ian Daniels, Jay Ashley and J.J. Michaels.

An ancient cult, as old as man, has gathered once again for one purpose only; to quench an unrelenting thirst for strange sex. Under the full moon, the deviant dance unfolds. The decadent orgy lacks only one thing – a willing human offering. Will that be you?

Moondance begins with in southwestern desert setting. A seedy hotel in a tumbleweed-driven town. It’s late at night, no one walks the street and a lonely wolf howls in the background. Meanwhile, Lauren and Jay Ashley are having hot foreplay in one of the rooms. While the opening credit play over their bodies, with him licking her nipples and both of them taking turns frigging her pussy. As soon as the credits are over, the camera pulls back to reveal Ian Daniels, who is also joining in on the fun. Lauren straddles Jay while Ian plugs her ass in a double penetration shot and all three cum.

Meanwhile, Alex is having a bad dream about his wife, Lauren, being involved in an orgy. The next morning, via voice-over, we learn that he has moved with her to a new home in the middle of nowhere in order to give their marriage a second chance. It seems that she loves sex and had it with everyone and anyone willing. Touring the new house has made Lauren horny and she begins by giving Alex a little oral worship, then pressed against the wall, Lauren makes him reciprocate.

As Alex is sucking her cunt, the neighbor, Sarah, comes by to introduce herself. This scene is comical because Lauren is getting serviced just out of the neighbor’s sight, but leans around the corner and manages to carry on a conversation with her without Sarah knowing what’s going on. Sarah owns a store in town and tells Lauren to come visit. When the neighbor leaves, Lauren and Alex move their sexual hijinks to the living room and finish fucking in a long and hot scene. First, Lauren’s on top of Alex, then Alex moves behind her and they lay on their sides, with him pounding her from the back. Last, Lauren gets on all fours and enjoys doggie-style sex. Finally, Alex cums in Lauren’s mouth and they share a kiss.

What they failed to notice was a young Indian woman named Shawnee, who observed their lovemaking from outside their bay window. She laughs and walks away.

Lauren visits Sarah’s store and meets Bob, a local contractor. She has a vision of fucking him that’s brought on by a ceremonial mask in Sarah’s store.

That night, Lauren tries to make love to her husband but he’s not in the mood, still remembering her promiscuous cheating. He later awakens from a bad dream to find that Lauren is gone. She doesn’t answer his calls and he finds the sliding door open and sees a fire burning in the distance.

Lauren is tied to a pair of planks in an X-shape and four drunken guys cavort around the fire, drinking beer. Alex finds them and is warned not to interfere by Shawnee, who appears and disappears magically. In a quick scene, Lauren fucks all four men and the scene flickers between the men being regular drunken louts to being robed acolytes.

In the morning, Alex awakens from his nightmare, wondering if it was just a dream but when Lauren finds dirt on her hands and knees, he knows that it wasn’t. A little light comedy is introduced as the movers deliver their furniture, with them changing their minds about where a certain chair goes and moving it several times. That night, while writing in her diary, Lauren falls asleep by the fire and Alex covers her and leaves her sleeping there.

Lauren dreams of an orgy, led by Shawnee. Couples in various states of intercourse are surrounding a campfire and the woman leads Lauren around, viewing each one. Women on women, straight couples and threesomes are included, with Shawnee rubbing Lauren’s tits and cupping her pussy. Shawnee then gives Lauren a necklace and when Lauren awakens, she is without the necklace. Confused, she leaps up and joins her husband in bed.

When the movers return the next morning, Lauren finds the necklace out in the yard and takes it to Sarah. Sarah doesn’t know anything about it but says that she’ll find out. As they leave the store, first, Lauren thinks she sees Shawnee standing in the street, but she disappears and Sarah sees nothing. Then an old woman calls her a slut, mentioning something about being the chosen one and having waited 40 years. Sarah and Lauren write her off as a crazy old coot and leave.

Sarah does some research on the necklace and puts it on herself, falling asleep. Lauren uses her fingers and a vibrator to masturbate, then savagely fucks her husband when he arrives home. Meanwhile, Sarah awakens to find herself chained on a slab of rock. She is released and is given her secret desire: she and Bob fuck.

That evening, Lauren and Alex go walking and come upon a large campfire with naked people dancing around it. Lauren runs to join, shucking off her clothes while Alex calls her back. One of the women undresses Alex and proceeds to give him a blow job while Lauren dances with the other women. She watches her husband fuck the other woman while Shawnee whispers in her ear about how exciting it is to see him fucking someone else.

The next morning, Sarah visits Lauren and drops off the research she’s found about the necklace. It has to do with a cult who believed in satisfying every desire. Lauren is thrilled but Alex isn’t happy about it; he is concerned that he’ll never have Lauren all to himself. Upset, he goes to take a shower and Lauren goes for a walk.

Lauren finds Shawnee and they walk off into the desert. Alex sees them wandering off and runs after them but they disappear. Shawnee takes Lauren to a secret place and the two women service each other, then end with a 69.

Night after night goes by and a distraught Alex waits for Lauren to come back home. Then, one night, he sees the campfire again and finds her making out with Shawnee. He begs her to come home and tells her it isn’t real. She says no and says it’s as real as she is. In a flash, everyone disappears and Alex is left alone again.

The next morning, as the fire is dying, Alex kneels on the ground and cries while Lauren walks away, to rejoin her brothers and sisters of the desert.

OPINION: I’d give it two stars out of four. Most of the sex scenes were long, sometimes excruciatingly long. Nici Sterling’s pussy is so well-used that it never closes and I never saw any cum from her. I expected to see Wilde Oscar’s penis glistening with her juices and unfortunately, there was none. Nico Treasures was also low on the cum stage. Her tryst with Frank Towers produces a great cum shot from Frank but very little juice from her as well. The pussy shots of Nici and Felecia were great, especially of Felecia’s small, dark-skinned mound.

I think it’s an okay piece for a beginning collector but the horrible dialog and lack of fluids make it something to pass up for those of us who are more well-versed in pornographic movies.

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