Thursday, December 31, 2009

Chapter Seventeen

Once they cleared the building, Mackenzie whipped out her Blackberry and punched in David’s number. She was surprised that they had infiltrated such a place as this, even if it was obvious it was a scare tactic. She stood just out of ear shot from Jon as he said his goodbyes and pleasantries in the foyer, but her eyes were fixed on him and those around him as she talked.

“Mac I don’t know what to tell you, I didn’t expect them to approach you in such a public domain.”

“I didn’t either, but it was clever. No one could make a scene and they got to threaten him, even if it was just verbally. We need to alert a few people about this.”

“I couldn’t agree with you more, you’ll have to notify the security where you are. That was one of the clauses for your clearance to carry a weapon there.”

She nodded, “yes I’m about to that now. Can you run some profiles on the invite list, look for anything Puerto-Rican and do background checks on them. See if we can’t dig anything up.”

“Got it. Have you thought about the possibility that they could be using Jon to make a statement of another kind to the community?”

She blew out her breath, “yeah I have. I can’t work out why they’re so twisted up about the kid being dropped, maybe they were going to infiltrate through his football team.” She quickly pondered and offered Jon a small reassuring smile when he glanced over at her.

“Quite possible. I’ll check with Sam and see if there have been any more intelligence on their movements in Jersey and Philly.”

“Thanks David. Email me anything useful that I should know. Oh, can you get his ex-wife and kids watched? I want to make sure they’re not compromised.”

“Already on the list. His parents?”

“They live down in Florida right? I don’t think so. They’ll go for the kids if anything.”

“Ok, got it. Anything else?”

She chuckled, “you miss me don’t you?” She missed him, they worked fabulously together, like Moulder and Scully, or Bones and Booth, and they too had the team work gene.

“I do actually, it’s far too quiet around here for my liking. You’re heading home right? How is he holding up from all this?”

Mac scanned the room before landing back on Jon. He was smiling, not the one that quite met his eyes. Oh Jesus, you know his smiles now? “He’s holding it together, he’s shaken up but I’ll get him home and see how he is. I better go, email me the deets.”

“Atta-girl. Ok, we’ll talk later. Be careful Mac.”

She tucked her Blackberry back in her purse and re-joined Jon. “Ready to go?” she whispered as she looped her arm through his.

He nodded, keeping the smile widening. “Sure.” Part of this job, he’d learnt to compartmentalize. When something was happening at home and he had to be on stage, at his very best, he’d compartmentalize it so he knew that was the best way to deal with this. He’d had his brush with unpleasant people before but the drilling brown eyes of that Puerto-Rican man and his twisted grin, had his belly in knots.

He hadn’t thought up to this point, about the what-ifs of this situation until it slapped him in the face. What if he had been out there alone? Would the man have tried something a little more sinister? He slipped into the car behind MacKenzie, “are you ok?” It was habitual, he wasn’t used to this being the other way around.

She rested her hand on his knee as the car pulled into traffic. “I’m fine Jon, we’ve got it under control.” She didn’t say much more, as they had to be careful even if it was just the driver. “What about you?”

He put his hand over hers and linked them, and nodded. “I’m alright.” He glanced out the window as the city night whizzed by. “How’s the feet?” He turned and met her gaze, her perfect slicked lips curving into a smile.

“I’m very much looking forward to that foot rub.” The last place she needed to be was near him, touching him, after this. MacKenzie realized quickly, that Jon probably needed the distraction and an opportunity to talk about this, if he needed to. She’d learned quickly he wasn’t a man of many words at times but she’d also learned quickly when he was internalizing things. And he did that often.

He gave her a small smile, “magic hands. Remember?” He tightened his grip on her hand, but he wasn’t sure if it was to reiterate the comment or the need for contact.

They pulled up outside Mercer and were shown to the door, within minutes they were safely inside the apartment and Mackenzie kicked her shoes off. “Mama Mia, that feels good. I don’t know why it’s necessary for such heels, it’s more a guy thing isn’t it?” She glanced behind her, but he was gone and the sliding door to the balcony was a few inches open.

“Dammit,” he flicked his lighter three times before it bloomed. His arm trembled as he held the cigarette into the flame. This was crazy, he was a rock star, not some kind of Sopranos wannabe. All he did was cut a kid from the team, not hustle a drug ring. The city traffic hummed under the twinkling lights and Jon blew out a long slow breath. Were the people around him in danger?

MacKenzie had assured him his family would be looked out for, could he trust her? Could he trust the gang not to try something dodgy there? His hands gripped the iron railing, he was out of his league, and this was out of his control. That’s what the hardest thing about this was, MacKenzie could do her job, and he didn’t doubt that.
He just hadn’t expected her to actually have to do it.

He’d danced with danger back in the earlier days; when at the height of their fame they had the odd psycho fan. There had been some hairy moments, but they were ones that were more likely to see him manhandled than straight out killed. Killed? He lost his footing as the night lights spun before him. Would someone really kill me? For what?

“Thought you could use this,” He hadn’t even heard the sliding door. He looked down as she held out a glass of whiskey.

Please let it be his single malt. “Thanks,” he took a sip and wiped his mouth. “I just needed some air.”

“I know,” she slipped onto the oversized lounger and leaned back. “Now you can see why it was important you tell me where you are going,” she cringed at how “mom-like” it sounded.

“I know Mackenzie, I’ve got it. I’ll keep you informed of all movements in the future, even if I want to take a piss.” He took another swipe at his cigarette. “Can you get someone to check on my kids please?” Christ, he couldn’t even go and see them for god’s sake.

He was impossible sometimes, “That’s been taken care of, and when we’re out in public, yes I will have to know where you’re going. This is serious Jon, but as long as we work together we won’t have a problem.” She got up and joined him at the railing, “I promise you.”

He snorted, “This is all so new to me.” He flicked his ash off the side and took another draw.

“Yes it is, but you hired me to trust me with it, so you’re going to have to. No matter how hard that is.”

He turned and faced her, her hair was a little messy, and she still looked gorgeous in bare feet and the black dress that hugged her body in all the right places. “I’ll try MacKenzie. That’s all I can promise you. I’m not an easy man to live with, and I’m stuck in my own ways... but I’ll try. I have to.”

She nodded and grinned, “Not stuck in your old ways, just a control freak. Like me.”

He chuckled, “except I don’t get to win, you do. Playing is the fun part.” They’d been playing well too, but he quickly realized she did have quite the job he’d tasked her to do.

“Come play a little more, I need that foot rub.” She left him on the balcony and padded to the couch. She moaned in appreciation as she sank into luxury. She couldn’t be attracted to a man that she had to protect, already it had caused complications and a lack of concentration on her part. The two didn’t go well together, but she hadn’t counted on the ease of the attraction between them. He followed her back in a few minutes later and shrugged off his coat. “I really don’t know how you do it, smile that much in one night. Be all charming and polite.”

He snagged her bottle of lotionoff the table, he wasn’t keen to get her scent all over his hands. But he owed her this much, she’d blended in flawlessly tonight and no one had ever suspected a thing. Not even there would be attacker. He pumped a few squirts and sat at the other end of the couch and patted his knee.

She lifted her leg and groaned when his hands started to gently rub. His thumbs dug into the centre point at the bottom of her foot, and her spine tingled. “That is amazing. Why did your wife divorce you again? I would have kept you just for this.”

He laughed and slathered more ginger scented lotion on the top of her feet and smoothed it up her calves. Her legs were toned and silky, as he imagined, probably more than once. “I guess being a pain in the ass weighed too much against it.” He reached up to her knee, he could keep going, slide his hand up to her thigh...

“Yes you’re a pain in the ass, but seriously. I’d have kept you around,” she leaned back against the cushions and rested her eyes. She quickly worked out in her mind what she needed to do once she was back in her room, check her mail and email off some other possible leads, just so she had the bases covered on the movements of these gang guys.

He changed feet and lifted her dress, the split resting mid thigh. He had to respect her more than ever now, still didn’t mean he didn’t want to climb on top of her and bury himself deep. “Good to know Kenz.” When she didn’t answer he looked up, she was fast asleep, hair tumbling out over the cushions. Great, and now he smelled just like her. He needed a shower, more so after he watched the rise and fall of her breasts as she slept and found himself wondering what she tasted like. He stood up shifted his pants, and reached for the blanket above the couch.

“I’m awake, I’m awake.” She stretched and rubbed her eyes, “god I didn’t even realized I’d drifted off. “ She stood and brushed herself off, “I’ve got some paperwork to finish up before I head to bed so I might grab a coffee.”

He nodded, “ok –well I’ll see you in the morning then.” Part of him wanted to ask her to his room, it would make the perfect distraction but yet again, he’d be pounding out an orgasm in the shower.

“Thanks again for my feet, god they are soo much better.” She wiggled her toes and then reached in to kiss him on the cheek, without as much as a thought. She pulled back quickly, but he cupped her chin and dragged her back to his mouth. She let it happen, he was still wound up from the confrontation, his hands dragged up into her hair as he angled deeper.

God he wanted her, he was two seconds away from scooping her up and carrying her to his bed. He didn’t want to be alone, who knew how to after this happened to you? Her breasts pressed against his chest, making his cock twitch. Her hands were on him, she wanted it to, they slid up his belly and onto his chest, and the force of being pushed back startled him.

She smiled, “night Jon.” And disappeared into the kitchen.

If he followed her, MacKenzie wasn’t sure she could ward him off again. It took every inch of a crazy person to push him back and stop. She sighed in relief when she heard the door click shut to the hall. She leaned back against the counter and put her hands in her face. “What am I doing? That was completely stupid Mac.”

Jon, miserable and now hard, disappeared to his bedroom.

Sunday, December 27, 2009

Chapter Sixteen

MacKenzie looked down and wriggled her toes. It had been hours on her six inch heels and she swore to god if she had to smile at one more person, her mouth would stay cemented in that position forever. When she looked up back to Jon, who had been talking to Senator Clinton, he was gone. She whipped her head around and still he was nowhere in her radius. Crap.

She smoothed down her hands down the front of her dress and slowly circled around nodding and yes, smiling to the people she’d been introduced to all evening. He was still nowhere to be seen, bathroom maybe? He should have known to give her at least a heads up, but of course she knew he still hated being under her watchful eye. She made her way through the sea of people that spilled into the lobby.

She pretended to fuss with her hair, check her cell phone and still after ten minutes he didn’t come out. Shit. Where the hell was he? She’d taken her eye of him for no more than five minutes. Dammit Mac, that’s what happens when you have too much fun playing kissy-kissy. She jammed her hand on her hip and waited, and still he didn’t show or appear anywhere. She fired a text off her Blackberry to him, it was the only thing that could fit in the impractical sized purse for goodness sake, oh and a lipstick. Yup, practical.

She took a deep breath and walked into the men’s room and looked around, empty...nada. She walked straight into a distinguished looking man as she walked out, “oh sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going, silly me, didn’t even read the signs.” She flashed him a huge smile and walked away disgusted how ditzy she sounded. She checked her Blackberry and nothing, Jon, where are you?

Dammit, this could not be happening. They’d hardly been on the job and she’d already lost him. She circled the room again, and searched the myriad of faces hoping one of them would be staring back at her with recognition. What if someone had found him? Accosted him into a corner or something? What if- God, she didn’t smoke but if she did—The light bulb popped in her head as she made her way swiftly around to the back of the room, where the smoker’s balcony was. There standing, alone was Jon looking out to the skyline that poured out in front of them. If she was calm she would have commented how lovely the city looked tonight but no, that all vanished like a poof of smoke. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She hissed and quickly scurried along the cobblestone terrace towards him.

Jon turned around, flicking his cherry red butt into the sky as he blew out a stream of smoke. "Getting some carbon monoxide filled air," he said. Catching the glint in her eyes, he paused. What the hell did he do now? "What's up?"

She looked over her shoulder and made sure they really were alone before heading towards him. "Oh gee I don't know Houdini. One minute you were there and the next you weren't.”

He frowned. "I just wanted to--"

She slammed her purse against the steel rail, “you don’t just vanish on me Jon. You tell me when you need to come out for a smoke and I come with you.” She huffed and quickly made sure they were still alone.

He crossed his arms over his chest. "You're my bodyguard not my jailer, MacKenzie." He held up his hand when she was ready to light into him again. "I'll let you know where I'm going next time, but you're not going to live inside my pockets for every little thing."

“How do you expect me to look out for you when you’re running off behind my back without telling me where you are going, what if there had been someone out here Jon?”

He shrugged and motioned around, “there’s no one here MacKenzie.”

“There isn’t now, but there could have been. You left me in there Jon, making hairdresser small talk with people.” She raked her hand through her hair, that wasn’t his fault and she knew it, her feet were pulsing and her manners had all but nearly ran out.

He sighed. "I'm sorry. I've gotten used to doing things alone. Escaping for a second, turned into a few more than I intended." He shrugged his shoulders, dropping his hands to his sides. "I feel closed in sometimes and need to just breathe for a second. I didn't mean to worry you."

Her shoulders eased and she sighed, this wasn’t his fault at all. It was hers, she was insanely attracted to the guy and she’d been crossing the line between reality and playing, more so in her head, than she should have. “It’s ok Jon, it’s just been a crazy night of adjustments, that’s all.”

He grinned. "I've never been one of those celebrities that really needed a bodyguard. This is all new to me."

She joined him at the railing as they both looked out to the city, now she could appreciate it all in its glory. The way the lights shimmered into the inky sky, she could almost feel herself getting mushy. “It’s a lifestyle change, I get that. But we’ve got to just be aware at all times, these guys are everywhere. They infiltrate everything, and we wouldn’t know it.”

He settled next to her, leaving them shoulder to shoulder. "Even in here?" He
frowned out into the darkening sky. He figured Mac was more for his on the way in and on the way out vulnerabilities.

She turned around and glanced behind her as she was about to continue and realized they were not alone. A Puerto Rican man stood tall, and crossed his arms. Her heart jumped into her throat, but she shoved down the suspicion as she turned. “Good evening.”

Jon glanced over his shoulder and smiled. He didn’t recognize the man and didn’t think anything of it as he leaned back on the rail, his elbows propped on the cool iron. But she didn’t. And in that moment he knew why.

“Rich man?”

The blood rush leaving his head left him a little dizzy as he turned around to face the man. “Can I help you?”

MacKenzie closed her eyes, gathering all her gumption as the man reached into his jacket pulling out a cigar. “I believe we have some business to discuss.” She looped one arm through Jon’s and smiled, “no business tonight baby, remember?” She whispered, but loud enough for the man to hear as she kissed Jon on the cheek. We’ll see how far you want to push bastard.

Jon followed her lead, and shakily wrapped his arm around her waist, kissing the top of her head. “Gotta love her, I talk business so much that I’m banned from talking about it on dates.”

He took a long puff from his cigar, “really? That’s funny. I could have sworn I heard you talking about your AFL team back in there, so ever proud.” The smirk sent chills right to the core of his spine. They were in a public place, surely they were safe?

Jon forced a chuckle. “Well, AFL is more a hobby to me than my business, or so I tell her.” He winked at the gentleman, but his face remained still as stone. Fuck.
MacKenzie knew she had to take control of the situation, when the man moved closer her hand automatically went for her gun, but stopped. They were public, he wasn’t going to try anything drastic here, and he’d be stupid too. “We really must be getting going, my poor little feet are aching.”

The man raised his brow and Jon felt sick as his eyes ran down the length of Kenzie and puffed out another ring of cigar smoke. He took another step forward, just inches away from them and leaned in. His steely grey eyes locked with his, and Jon’s grip tightened around MacKenzie.

MacKenzie watched him like a hawk, she was five seconds away from pulling out her gun. Cover or no cover, her instincts said he was just threatening them and then he’d leave. Jon’s arm quivered against her back, but she was relieved he held his ground.

“You’ll be sorry rich man, let me make that clear. Wes is a good kid. So I suggest that you re-think your actions.” He flicked his gaze back to MacKenzie and ran the tips of his fingers down her arm. “Or just maybe, your little girlfriend here might be the one feeling...”Jon coughed as he puffed out a plume of smoke into his face. “The pain.” And then he was gone.

“Stay right there,” she commanded as she followed the man to the doorway back into the venue, and watched him disappear back into the crowd. Holy shit. If she hadn’t have been out here with him, god knows what would have happened to him. She looked back and he as expected, was lighting a cigarette, shakily.

“You ok?” She asked as she walked back towards him.

He nodded and took a long pull. No he wasn’t fucking ok, but he wasn’t about to cry like a baby about it. This whole thing just suddenly had become real. He was at a function with politicians, and they had someone here? He hated when he underestimated something, he didn’t take to that well at all. And now he felt stupid for running off without her, and evidently she was right. He hated when he wasn’t

She didn’t push him, he clearly was shaken but he didn’t need to be mothered about it. “Ok, the best thing to do, is we stay a little longer, calm ourselves down and it gives them anytime to disappear. I don’t think they’ll try anything else.”

“Ok, sounds good.”

“Let’s Dance, I love this song.” Iris from the Goo Goo Dolls had started drifting out to where they were. It would give them a moment, to regroup.
Dance? She wanted to dance? Jon turned around, smiling. "Ahh, Johnny. They toured with us a few years ago. Really great guys." Just how out of the way had they really stayed? And how much didn't he know about that side of life in general? Obviously a lot.

She nodded over his shoulder, as she tugged him gently back inside, “he’s kind of hot, introduce me?” The moment called for some lightness.

He smiled, “not your type. He let his shoulders relax, and had to believe they were safe again. But were they?

She chuckled "Oh really..." She looked up, "And what is my type Jon?”
He leaned in, worry slipping off his shoulders as their noses brushed. "You need someone that can entice your brain as much as your hormones.”
She nodded, wishing that they could stay out here, it was her idea for the dance but now she had to touch him again. This time she’d make no mistake of falling into that all too familiar groove. “Did your wife enjoy these parties?” She needed to keep him calm and distracted.

Jon forced himself not to stiffen. "No, she actually detested them."

"Sorry, just curious. And I so need a foot rub when I get home, FYI.”

He glanced at her as they walked into the room, off balance. Was this part of the game? The playful talk in case someone overheard them? Or was she just teasing? "I have magic hands," he said with an easy smile.

She didn't doubt it either, but now wasn’t the time to think about those damn hands. She was on the job. And now, more than ever she had to pay attention. “Good, my shoes are killin me.”

He slipped through the throng of people until they hit the dance floor. "Kick them off," he said into her ear. "I like dancing with a woman slightly shorter than me." He stared into her eyes as they were nearly the same height with the heels. "Makes me feel manly.”

She kicked them off, and the three inches pushed her right into the perfect curve of his body. Her thighs brushed his as Rzeznik's whispery voice faded into another croony song he couldn’t name. He sucked back a groan as her fingers slid up his back,

The game was back on and his cock was so confused it just decided to stay in the natural state of hardness she generally left him in. She fit him like few others ever had. The silky fall of her hair brushed over his fingers as he linked his fingers at her lower back. Her skin, was like sateen fire urging his thumb to glide up the dip in her spine.

She let herself enjoy it his touch, but knowing she couldn’t get lost in it like she had before. This sucked, but she’d underestimated the situation and possible danger he was in. She’d been distracted, so for now, she had to switch off any thoughts of taking their attraction to any other level than this.

He was talking, but she wasn’t listening. As he swayed her gently, her eyes were over his shoulder noticing everyone in the room.

The song faded, as he drew away to clap for his colleague, he watched MacKenzie shift to his side, clapping as the rest of the room did. She seemed completely at ease by his side, but those beautiful eyes kept scanning the room. Not quite meeting his.

Something had shifted between them. He just wasn't sure if it was actually in his favour.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Chapter Fifteen

Jon pasted on another smile for the shouts and catcalls that tried to get his attention. Over the years it had blended into a cacophony of background noise that he could ignore. He slid his hand along her lower back, stifling a groan at the silk of her skin. The dress dipped low in the back, the V hugging the line of her spine until it mimicked the heart-shaped curve of her ass. Not good. The line-up at the door, stilled and he had to stand there, with her. Chewing on his bottom lip, he slid his thumb along her spine familiarly. He knew the cameras caught everything--and he needed to be convincing. He pressed his lips to her ear. "Acting right?" he said on a low voice that only she could hear.

Hot breath tickled her ear, and the shiver sizzled down her skin. His hands against her skin, was harder to take than it looked. Shit. Her head had finally stopped racing from that ridiculous hump-a-thon she’d initiated in the backseat. She was behaving like a teenager on her first prom-date, not the body guard he was paying to serve and protect. Acting/Smachting. She flashed the cameras a large smile before turning to meet his eyes, like a couple in love, they certainly could play the part better than some Hollywood actors. She needed a few minutes before she kissed him again. “Absolutely.”

He swallowed at the teasing glint of heat in her eyes, his nose bumping hers, looking down at her mouth plainly before he smiled. The air fairly crackled between them. Part of him knew the cameras were catching every ounce of it, but the other part of him didn't care. He slid his hand down her arm, tangling their fingers together before he turned to walk ahead. He caught sight of Obama's security and smiled as he handed over the invitation. "Jon Bon Jovi and MacKenzie Cooper," he said for the list of approved names that the man needed to check off. They went inside and the schmoozing began. "They'll be blood thirsty. Just wanted to give you a head's up. I haven't had a woman on my arm in awhile.”

“I can handle them. Doesn’t it bother you that people are over you like this all time?” She tightened her grip on his hand as they started to weave their way through the crowd. People nodded, and she smiled back. She never was into the socialite scene, but she’d done corporate functions in her time to know what was what.

He waved to the state congressman to his left and Mrs. Clinton as she was trapped in the corner. "It's hard to remember a time when they didn't care," he said absently.

“Well, we’ll just have to make sure we give them something to talk about then.” She winked as they made their way into the dining area. A sharply dressed waiter offered a tray of wine out as they walked past. “Oh yes please.” She lifted a glass off the tray and took a sip. One glass wouldn’t hurt, and hell she needed it to settle her nerves.

"As the lady wants," he said and held his own glass. He carefully introduced her to dozens of people. Careful to use familiar words that didn't make him have to say girlfriend, but made sure it was known. She took care of herself, easily mixing with politicians to the wives, to the snobs. He took a little joy in watching her face go stony when Dawn Chanel asked her point blank--what her job was and she didn't have an answer. Of course Dawn was the gossip of all gossips, a busy body to the end actually. "She was my personal assistant, but you know how those things go."

MacKenzie smiled graciously at Dawn, who's eyes were already dancing with delight over the situation. As she walked away MacKenzie shook her head. "Sorry I didn't think of that one... good call," she took a long gulp of her wine. God, her face was going to ache by the end of the night. Dawn walked away in her three-sizes-too-small dress and MacKenzie snorted, “Stop looking at her ass, or I’ll get jealous.”

His hand lowered ever so much onto the curve of her ass. "Yours is far superior, schnookems."

Her heart tumbled before she snapped herself back to alert. She smiled into his eyes and ran her finger across his top lip. “That might just get you lucky tonight,” she teased. Christ, what was she doing? She seemed to have verbal flirtatious disorder around the man.

His fingers splayed over her back, dragging her in close. "Careful what you ask for," he said hovering just a breath away from her lips. "I'm not above broom closets Kenzie."

Her eyes widened letting as she let out a gasp. He wouldn't? They narrowed again as she pressed herself harder against him. Why did this feel too natural? It was supposed to be a game, maybe she was just a good player. Her eyes fell to his lips again as she dusted hers lightly across them. "Standing up sex huh?” Shit, there we go again.

His fingers dug into her lower back. "You have an evil streak, woman," he said against her mouth. "If you're pushing boundaries, don't be surprised when I push back," he said darkly and stepped back before his damn cock busted out of his dress pants.

Part of her wanted to push the boundaries and see what happened. She figured a man like Jon, when he lost control, was devastating. She had to focus, and keep her eyes on the people in the room. She had to give him credit, he really did know how to work a crowd, make someone feel special just by a few words, or a simple touch to the arm. When he tugged her in closer, she smiled and whispered. “You’re good at this by the way, but tell me...” She smiled again as another couple passed them.

“Does your face ache at the end of the night?”

"I have ibuprofen in every single room in my house, Kenz." He wound his fingers through hers and eased her a little in front of him. She fit along side of him perfectly. Like she was made for him. He liked the way she thought--linear but with biting humor. She read him well, keeping it light when necessary and serious when it was warranted. He let go of her hand, pulling out her chair as they got to their assigned tables.

“Well put me down for a double when we get home.” She chuckled and waiting for him to join him as she sat down. She glanced around the room, everything was as it should. Social climbers, politicians, and wait staff. Nothing TOO dangerous, as far as she could tell. She reached and straightened his tie. “Sorry, it was off to the left.” She laughed, “But we already know you’re a lefty.”

He stifled a chuckle and sat down. "I guess you do." He leaned in close. "That reminds me, just wear are you hiding a certain something extra in that indecent dress of yours?"

She ran the tip of her finger lightly down the silverware at her place setting. “You really want to know? Some things are just better left to the imagination aren’t they?” When he raised his brow she moved in closer, her nose brushed against his jaw. God, that rich spice of him was almost too much to take. “Let’s just say. Tonight I have thighs of steel.”

He closed his eyes, his fingers fisting into his napkin on his lap. "I think I might just hate you, MacKenzie Cooper," he muttered. The image of the gun holster that had to be strapped to her thigh was far sexier than it should have been. His cock stirred in his pants, as every tacky porn movie that involved a cop, flashed through his mind. Except they were all MacKenzie.

She smiled, secretly she was glad to make him suffer for a little. God knows she had so far. “It’s been a long time since I had a firm piece of steel between my legs.” She bit down on her lip to stop the ridiculous grin spreading. She was evil.
He chewed on the inside of his cheek until he cracked only half a grin. "We'll have to correct that, now won't we?"

If only. But no, she was here to serve and protect him. And not from STD’s. Why couldn’t she have met him in another situation, one where it was moral to go back to her bed after they went home? “You know,” she toyed with her napkin as the first course was served. “If I wasn’t your-“she stopped, he didn’t need to know that. It wasn’t as if it would change anything would it?

He leaned in, sealing their lips in a light kiss. They'd been playing far too well with the acting tonight. He was hard as stone and twice as miserable with it. He'd wanted her since the first night he'd met her. If she told him one more time what and where and how he could get her naked, he was fairly sure he'd drag her to the nearest empty room and show her exactly what he thought of her teasing. "What ifs are a little deep tonight, don't you think?"

The half smile she managed was almost sad. Mackenzie loved her life, and she wouldn't trade it for the world. But like anyone she always wondered if she'd find that someone that was just like her. The long nights at work coming home alone to the meal-for-ones did wear thin at times. But this was the life she chose and hadn't regretted it till now. In the few days she'd spent with him she'd realized he was just the same as her. "You're right it is, I'm sorry, this looks delicious,” she picked up her salad fork and speared a prawn.

Part of him wanted to lean in and tell her that he felt the same way. The lines of the game and reality were blurring already. He wanted her. It was a fierce ache that he hadn't been prepared for. Attraction was easy to deal with. It happened every day in his job. Sometimes it was acted upon, but mostly he just enjoyed the pop and zing, moving on with a smile. This--between them--it was more than a little cajun flavored popcorn. He wasn't sure what it was yet, but he already felt singed. So he just sat back in his chair, staring at the shrimp in front of him instead of reassuring the woman beside him.

She leaned over holding her fork in front of his mouth, which he accepted with a smile. She had to get over this, whatever the hell it was. Yes he was attractive and yes he pushed all her right buttons but she was protecting him. She was employed to save his life if necessary. So for now she had to make sure she kept it that way. As much as it sucked.

Monday, December 7, 2009

Chapter Fourteen

She wrapped a large towel around and dried her hair with another, before she padded back into her bedroom. Time to get all spruced up, she thought as she whizzed through the hangers in the closet. She frowned when she couldn't find the dress she wanted she panicked for a minute thinking she hadn't bought it with her. Then she remembered, it was in his room where she’d put a few of her things.

She slathered some body butter on and made her way there. God knows what the night would bring, all she knew was she had to be on her best game of make believe and on high alert. She tapped her knuckles against the door and made sure her towel was securely tucked in.

Jon opened the door, tugging on his shirt, checking to see if he'd fully zippered his pants before opening the door. "What's up..." his words died off as that scent wafted through the door as she stood slick and near naked, her dark hair falling in around her shoulders. A towel held on for dear life, cinched between her breasts. Fucking hell.

She'd hoped he hadn't been naked but she decided when he did finally open the door, this was worse. She swallowed hard. "Uhhh,” He was half dressed, his feet bare and the buckle of his black dress pants dangled out in front. The white buttoned down shirt was half done up exposing half of the fine splattering of chest hair. She snapped her eyes up to meet his realizing she was still in mid sentence "Dress...my dress..." shit wake up Mackenzie you're going to have to do better than this. “My dress is in your closet,” she managed a small smile.

"Oh," he stood back as she passed him by. The end of the towel hovered over the curve of her ass and he looked away. No way in hell was he looking at that right now. Watching her twitch through his closet hit him low and hard. It had been a long time since he'd shared his closet with a woman. Seeing her clothes mingled in with his held an intimacy far more potent than even her wisp of a towel.

She found the one she needed tugging the garment bag off the rack. “Ah, here we go. Have to tell you it’s been a long time since I’ve been in one of these things, but I’m sure I can still do it justice.” She winked and her fingers curled when the scent of spice and freshly showered Jon wafted past her. The glint of his buckle caught her eye, “you know you’re pants seem to be complete. Just let me know if you need a hand.” She laughed and slipped out of the room, her heart beating in her ears. What? She was flirting with him now? Good Christ.

He looked down at his flapping buckle and up again at her retreating back. "Shit," he muttered and slammed the door. He shifted his semi-hard on and tucked his shirt in with a wince. He was so sick of being on the ready around her. How the hell was he supposed to live with her and not want her? Especially when she walked around in a towel like he was her fucking roommate. Did she even realize what it did to a man to have a woman smelling of a clean shower and not want to tug that towel off? Christ, what kind of saint did she think he was? He quickly donned the rest of his suit, cursing as it required a tie instead of his normally open collar dress up. He'd grown used to the tie over the years, but he still felt half strangled.

He walked into the living room to use the large mirror in the dining room, his fingers sliding away as she stood in the same spot, snapping drops into her ears. The dress crisscrossed low on her back leaving the dusky skin looking soft as silk and twice as tempting. Silver and black vied for the most attention. The black hugged her perfectly and the silver glinted, calling to his nomadic soul.

"God, Kenzie," he said before he caught himself.

Her eyes locked with his, no one called her that, except him. And it was becoming a habit and a bad one for her hormones. Once the earrings were in, she let her hair tumble around her shoulders. He looked slick, with his dinner jacket cinched neatly at the waist. The black Armani suited him, and made him every more bit as sexy as it could. God damn it. "Not bad huh?" She turned, over her shoulder in an attempt to keep the mood light.

He just nodded in approval.

Her mile high heels were something else. Who wore these on a daily basis? Impracticality 101. But lucky for her, stupid college beauty pageants had taught her to walk in them, and well. "Who wears these things? Seriously?" She tilted her shoe out letting the fabric from her dress slide upward revealing a little more leg than she possibly intended to.

Women trying to kill me slowly. "I don't know, but Jimmy Choo makes a fortune on just that sort of deal," he said, trying to keep his voice even. If he wasn't careful he was going to sound like a strangled adolescent boy with a cracking voice all damn night. "But you look amazing." He glanced down the heart shaped V of her ass and the clinging fabric that hugged her close. His gaze rested on the small purse on the dining room chair then back to her second skin outfit. Where the hell was the gun going to go?

She did look good, but hell so did he. "Thanks Jon," she straightened herself up feeling the cool steel on her inner thigh. David had taken a good old laugh when she'd spoke to him on the phone earlier than day and told him her little plan for the gun to be strapped to her inner thigh. The things I do, she thought. She flattened out the lapels on his jacket and smiled. "For the record you look pretty sharp, now I think I'm ready. Oh," she pressed her finger against her lips. "I need lip-gloss... And then we can go."

Sure, lip gloss...just great. So he could stare at her mouth all night, just as shiny as the straps that floated along her shoulders. Awesome.
He tried to control his rioting hormones that screamed--rip off the damn dress--and cinched the tie tighter than he intended. "Fuck," he muttered.

She quickly found her lip gloss and applied a generous coat before fluffing her hair one more time. "Not bad Mac," she teased herself before she tightened her gun strap around her thigh and joined him by the door with her purse. "Ready, time to go and play"

He held his arm out to her, "All right, let's get this done." When she slid her hand through the crook of his arm, he led her out of the apartment and into the elevator. "I suppose we need to show we're a couple to the doorman and staff downstairs too, to keep our cover.'

She nodded, no turning back now. This is where it began. Good god what are you about to get yourself into Mac? "I agree, come on then," when the lift doors pinged open she shifted her body into his feeling the wool of his suit press against the skin of her arm. She flashed the doorman a huge smile as they walked passed.

Her hand itched to move as they made their way to the car waiting outside the double doors. This was either going to go really bad, or really good. She took the lead and slipped her hand lower sliding over his ass giving it a gentle squeeze just in view for the doorman to see as they walked through.

"Yup just as I thought... hard as steel," she teased lowering her voice.

His eyebrow quirked, as he dragged her closer. "I won't forget that," he warned and tucked her hand back into the bend of his arm. Retribution simmered in his eyes as he opened the car door to his town car. "In you go," he said and slid his own hand down her ass.

Her heart hammered into her throat as she climbed across the soft leather interior. She sat back and crossed her legs, "You so don't want to start something with me Mr Bongiovi.” Well hell, this didn't feel so bad so far. Apart from the fact she wanted to rip that Versace suit right off him and suck him dry in the back seat, it wasn't going bad at all. He soon slipped in beside her and held his arm out for her to tuck in beside him. Right, the driver. She did so and crossed her legs further over one of his.

The intimacy was strangely comfortable with him and that scared her. She looked up her chin resting on his shoulder as he curled his spare hand around hers. "So got any moves?" she whispered.

"Baby, I don't need moves--so this will be a learning process for both of us." He said it, not with ego, but with fact. He had women fall into his lap, not the other way around.

She nodded, "I'm sure you don't but what if I'm not prepared to live up to your ego?" She walked her fingers up his shirt to his chin. His penetrating gaze surprised her, she'd gone in and now she couldn’t exactly run back out.

He leaned down enough to drag in that spicy, soft scent. "Ego be damned," he said and caught her glossy mouth in a kiss. The peppermint flavor of the gloss burned as his fingertips drifted into her hair, tipping her head up to deepen the kiss. His thumb traced her jaw line, as the kiss went from teasing to intense. She opened beneath him, her tongue as greedy as his. He fought to keep to his side of the seat, but his hand slid around to her lower back, tracing over the indent of her spine that had teased him. He pulled her in, her fingers sliding into his hair as well, gripping tight as the kiss spiralled from hot to blazing.

The moan slipped from her mouth and was swallowed by his. Her fingers loosened in his hair and her palms flattened on his cheeks turning his mouth for more. God she wanted more, it'd been so long since she was kissed and wanted by a man. A man she was attracted to. She pressed her body into his, her nipples ached beneath her dress desperate to know what it would feel like if....

Her mind derailed on that thought. Her ass had left the seat as she twisted herself into him. Her lips finally broke free from his but she didn't stop there. She needed more of a taste. Her teeth scraped down over his chin and across the bump of his Adam's apple as the groan left his throat. "Jon," she breathed. Her fingers curled around his collar as she looked back up, his eyes matched the heat of her breath on him.

The car rolled to a stop, and his regular driver, Joey, cleared his throat. Their eyes locked and his gaze returned to her mouth. The gloss was gone, but it still burned on his. Whether it was the heat of the kiss or the peppermint on his lips he didn't know. He met her eyes once more, watching her back away from him by degrees. "We're here."

She pulled away as the driver opened her side of the door. She blinked. What just happened here? The erratic pounding of her heart against her chest told her exactly what happened. She indulged. The first fucking night and she indulged and couldn’t take it back. She clutched for her purse. "Right," she said climbing out the car, the now warm steel between her legs reminding her that this was her job NOT her pleasure. She waited for him to climb out beside her and hook his arm through hers. The only way to save yourself, was to lie. "See, and here you didn’t think I could act."

"Right," he swallowed down the acid. "You aught to get an Oscar," he said under his breath and smiled for the cameras.


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The Traveling Temple
Kaarthen had listened, but she nodded off somewhere in the second eon of Marcos’ long history. Marcos spoke at length about former countries, plots he used to separate the rival god Minun or his Champion from power, and the deaths that usually resulted from his many exploits.

When Marcos stopped talking, she was asleep and Vellina stared at him with a hungry gleam in her eye.

Vellina slid her hands under Marcos's robe and deftly unbuttoned his manhood while rubbing her pussy. Marcos’ hand reached out and massaged her breast, and pulled her long sensitive nipples while she stroked his hard shaft and leaking head with her hands.

She moved over and together they lifted off his robe. He set it aside behind them and lay back onto it. Vellina stood and took off her loincloth quickly. She looked over at Kaarthen asleep and stroked her cheek before she straddled Marcos' and leaned in so they were face to face.

She was wet, but she intentionally took him little by little relishing the feel of him. He reached up and grabbed her big round udders that swayed so close and lifted his head to suck her pointy rubbery teats.

Finally, she took him all into her tight warmth. Her pussy convulsed learning him and his rhythm. They rocked together slowly with powerful long thrusts, with Vellina easily climaxing continuously over him.

In her mindless haze, she felt him stop and move her off to the side. She still thirsted for his seed and her body's need was so painfully intense she started to whimper pitifully and wriggle her hips calling him back.

Marcos grinned knowingly and pushed her shoulders down, rolled her over by swiveling her hips up, kneeled behind, and thrust into her. Her asshole winked at him as it was relaxed and pulled open by his strokes. He tried to satisfy it by hooking a thumb into her nether hole. Vellina was shocked and hissed as he kept her from rising with his other hand. He continued pounding her for minutes as she got into the pleasure. She started to push back into him with more and more urgency until her next climax imploded her.

Marcos stopped moving and fingered her ass as she lay below him with more vigor, using his other hand to hold her bucking hips. She eased up off the ground as his fingers moved into her and straightened up onto her knees. The feeling for her was alien, but not enough to make her climax.

Vellina groaned and dropped her hands behind her to grope for his cock. She tugged him forward by it understanding his desire and intent.

Marcos wrapped an arm under her breasts guided his cock in between the cheeks that he coveted to her back hole. His cock pushed in easily gaining an initial purchase. Her hole was tight, but not the tightest, it was naturally loose enough to not always be puckered. Marcos was only slightly lubricated and yet still she only moaned as he claimed her inch by inch. She leaned her head back to rest on his shoulder as he filled her. Her arms reached up and around to massage the back of his neck and head feeling his warm hard muscles.

He started to thrust into her and after a little pushing, she took him all. He changed his rhythm of thrusts into her with a quick deep pace gradually making more and more distance between thrusts. Her large ass and sturdy hips took his thick cock and its building assault easily.

Vellina leaned forward pinching her nipples and dropped her head back to the ground submitting her body and offering her ass up to him. The pleasure she received was great but it teasingly kept her just short of her peak.

Eventually, his strokes and weight pushed her body flat, and he crawled onto her and laid over her while he continued plundering her. He embraced her from behind with one arm around her breasts, the other massaged her clit lazily as he stroked her. His climax was gentle, his cock pulsed and streamed a long oozing flow into her lazily as he rubbed her bud harder so she could peak with him.

Caris noticed the change in Kassin. She was, if possible, more serious now. She was readying Ailli to join her on a hunt by the entrance. For days, she had been gone for hours and days tracking and killing anything she could find around.

“I did it. I have found a seed truly worthy of harvest. Come Ailli, we shall make strong daughters.”

Ailli was nervous as always, and only more so when Kassin wrapped her arms and legs in heavy flexible leather.

“Why wrap only my limbs for this harvest? Shall I be clinging to a rutting cactus?” Ailli asked in half jest.

“For protection.” Kassin said, as though that answer didn’t lead to other questions.

Kassin then wrapped a whip around her waist and did the same for Ailli.

“You won’t need that spear for what were hunting.” She grabbed a coil of rope from the storehouse and pulled Ailli to the entrance. “Don’t worry Caris, no matter what happens we’ll return. Time is on our side.”

They both exited and ran out heading south for almost two hours. The sun was still up in the late afternoon when they hid in the brush above the floor of a desolate valley. In front of them, a dry creek passed to the right. An animal trail crossing in front came down and joined it. Large, mostly dead bushes and blacked brush were thick along the creek's edge a dozen yards away, and grew more sparse with distance

As Ailli waited with Kassin, an eight-foot tall ogress plodded along and came into view following the game trail. It was beady eyed with seemingly low intelligence, with a flat wide nose and wide thick lips on its face. It was the color of dirt and in a few places, a healthy pinkness came out. Its breasts were pointy looking like they had recently grown. From the waist down, her body was tree-like, bulky with hard muscles. Her ankles, knees, and thighs were all almost the same size. Above the waist, the ogress was less hulking and more slender. It was almost under developed along the arms and chest. Its stomach was skinny and flat accenting the flair of its pelvis. Its forearms were thicker then its biceps and its hands seemed swollen with three sausage like digits. A tumbled mop of black hair fell down its back and was full of twigs and dirt.

Kassin explained her plan as they kept an eye on the creature.

“I came across a large ogre rutting with the female. After it had ravished her to its climax, it propped its self up and the female continued to wriggle under it until they both came again. This continued again until the male went to sleep. I watched and other females came and went but I knew when I saw him ‘that was the seed I wanted’.

Then it occurred to me to see what the females do. I picked one, and when the female plodded away, I followed. It met another male who allowed her to eat at its burrow. It seemed to ignore her. She was on her hands and knees gorging on its stash when he came behind her and mounted her with no warning. She still ate as he fucked her until they climaxed. Again, the female rocked herself back and forth until they both climaxed again.” Kaarthen said removing her loincloth.

“What are you doing?”

“So anyway I knew I could take advantage of this but couldn't see how at first. I had watched the next night and day and found the female working a circuit eating and rutting with five males. I noticed that the largest male was separate and seemed unrelated to the others. She seemed to go out of her way to find him. The smallest two on her circuit were nearly the same size as the female and were relatively lanky adolescents.

One of them had to rape her, since she always tried to resist. Every time they fought for him to get his chance to show dominance. He would punch, and scratch, while they rolled around fighting and pushing and holding her down, he would mount her. When his hard cock finally penetrated her, she would freeze and let him fuck. Just like the others, she would rut him after he grew tired and sluggish after his first load.

“So today, we’re going to take advantage of that and harvest the large ogre." She announced. "I know that four other females share it. We have a window for a while since females don't come along when another is around. Using that female will help us stay safe believe it or not."

The two were in the bushes and rocks above and to the side of the ogress watching it plod along slowly toward the dry creek bed.

“This is one of the youngest females and she is about to enter his territory.” Kassin said.

Ailli was quite speechless and had froze in terror as Kassin told her all this.

Kassin pulled the whips from both their waists and prepared herself. She jumped out following the ogress as it dropped down the side of the bank into the dry bed. She stopped only a few yards behind it and snagged it around the neck with her whip.

While males tended to be ferocious, the younger females like this one were docile in order to survive. The females later grew more aggressive after having a brood and bulking up.

Caught along the neck, the ogress stumbled back and hit the waist high ledge of the bank behind it. Its stubby thick fingers couldn't reach under the whip as it tried to understand what was happening. Ogres have little more than animal intelligence. The choking sensation and the pressure pulling on it, instinctively made the ogress lean back instead of turning, since it didn't understand that it had been whipped. Kassin used the slack and passed the whip under one foot to pull its head down harder at an angle that was more than it could bend. The ogress slowed and finally passed out gurgling.

Like a shot, Kassin came up and used the rope. She tied the wrists behind its head, and the outside fingers tightly together. She then carefully unwound the whip. She took the extra rope, made a single loop around the ogress' neck, and tugged it down off the ledge to the ground.

The ogress landed with a groan and started to wake. It quickly got panicky and made shrill calling noises. Kassin straightened the end of the rope out a few paces then dashed back, swiping its ass with the potency potion and powder as she did so. She climbed as if death was behind her to where they both hid.

"Are you sure you needed me?” Ailli squeaked, but was shushed by Kassin.

On the other side of the gulch, they could see bushes shaking ominously. The noises from back there were blocked out by the shrill squeals of their bait.

"Here it is, we're only on the other side of the bushes from its lair," Kassin stated. If she still had pupils, her eyes would have been dilated strangely with obsession, or fervent intensity.

Ailli was feeling quite hopeless now, and seriously had doubts about what was to happen.

The intense feelings only got more severe when she saw Kassin's target.

Its head popped out of the bushes and paused. It was similar to the ogress in that it had three fingers, everything else was different and more extreme. It was bald. Its skin was lighter almost a golden tan brown. Its shoulders were four feet wide. Its neck was thicker than its head. The jaw was flared wide in back, and the boxy squared chin was narrowed and stuck out making it appear to grin maliciously. Its nose was wide but didn't stick up like the ogress, but instead was smoothed down with nostrils to the sides. It had intelligent bright golden eyes that were very large on its face and catlike. She realized now why Kassin hadn't let her have lunch as her stomach leapt to her throat.

"That's not, an ogre, Kassin.” Ailli pointed out watching the sinuous creature leap down into the creek bed.

The monster had to be nearly 12 feet tall. It had a tail at both ends, the one in front was only half-hard and already a foot a half long, the other end was prehensile, tapered, six foot long, and forked. She reasoned it to be a demon of some kind. "...Is …ah, is she going to be okay?"

Kassin shushed her again watching the female. It wriggled to face away from him and offer its social hole. Dimwitted as it might be, it rightly feared this creature. Its life urgently depended on not being seen as some defenseless thing to be eaten.

"Don't worry the ogress isn't pregnant so it'll make the right smells for the male to want to rut. As for that beautiful creature, apparently it was sired by a dragon that found an ogress." Kassin whispered to her.

"Now watch carefully, when it climaxes I'm going to pull the ogress off it. This may make them upset. All you must do is wet its cock with some potion and sit on it just as we always do together. I'll be right there dusting it with powder so don't worry. Now, let’s take off your loincloth. I'll get you ready." Kassin said as she pulled down Ailli’s loincloth and rubbed her lover. Ailli was still frozen in shock and staring at the creatures, but her body responded to Kassin's practiced touch. Kassin poured small amount of the potency potion on her fingers for some directly injected liquid courage as she worked over her reluctant lover.

The two ogres slowly worked towards each other. The male was cautious but already hard and the female mewled and whimpered under him backing up on her knees to him. The male leaned in and licked her ass where the potion was. The female’s scent and her flooded musky pussy hid most of the smell of Kassin and her ropes. It continued and moved up and over her to smell the ropes directly.

Female ogresses have vaginas that are constantly wet for just these situations. Once the male was in position, the female jammed back a few times trying to catch his cock and make the conversion into 'safe' territory as a mate. Finally, it caught his rod that had hardened into a straight two feet long pole wider than Kassin’s arm.

She bucked into him a few times then stopped hoping to have convinced him she was friendly and willing. When he didn't move, she started squealing and whimpering louder, and again thrust her ass back onto him frantically. She didn't stop this time and really started moving herself with all her instinctive talent.

Ailli noticed how the male seemed to smirk down at her desperation. If this creature had the dragon’s side of the brains as she was already noticing, they could be in a bad situation.

Behind her, Kassin was working almost her whole hand into her pussy trying to relax the hole. The stretching and the potion burned her with pleasant warmth and made her sweat, as she stayed locked onto what the other pair was doing.

The female ogress was sweating and grunting along his length. She had her face in the dirt and was on her knees pushing back onto him taking the whole two feet into her frothy hole. She was mewling and groaning guttural noises the whole time emphasizing her vulnerability and willingness to please. Finally, he shared his load with a content growl visibly sagging onto her back. The female continued but obviously slowed under his weight. She silently worked to make him completely satisfied like her life depended on it.

Kassin charged down hill to the couple pulling Ailli along. They made it to the ledge of the creek bed and dropped down among the two. Kassin pressed the potion into Ailli’s hand and knotted it to her wrist then told her to get ready. The two rutting ogres didn't notice or concern themselves with their presence. The women were simply not considered a threat to them even in a position of relative vulnerability.

That attitude is what Kassin counted on, and allowed her to catch the female with a hard straight kick to the hip. Dislodged, Ailli saw the male's cock wagging around and jumped in grabbing the tumescence with both hands stroking him. Kassin paused from rolling away the ogress and threw a dash of fertility powder in the quizzical ogre’s face. He blinked stupidly and sneezed, but that was all that needed to happen. He quickly started to hump Ailli's hand making very low rumbling noise.

"Use the potion and push him onto his back. Don't worry, I think they're not violent anymore." Kassin directed reassuringly.

So far, this was going well. But, Ailli knew if they lost control, things would get bad one bite at a time.

Ailli tried and sure enough, with one-hand stroking the underside of his cock, she was able to push the calmed benevolent monster onto its back where it propped itself up watching with amusement showing on its calm face.

She got on its hips, pulled the potion’s cap off, and poured the contents down its piss hole and around the head. The effect was immediate, and the head darkened as the whole organ pulsed and grew to a huge two and a half feet and as thick as her knee. Ailli had to take deep breaths to calm herself. Her mind was rebelling at placing its body in such a vulnerable position.

She squatted over the giant spike idly wondering if they were the first to do this. The thought took over and gave her the courage to fuck her second cock ever.

She didn't get far. She actually stopped with a good four inches of the head inside as her legs locked up. Kassin had to jump in jamming her further down and helping her back up as she lolled limply like rag doll. She got a good nine inches in before she screamed enough and worked with Kassin to work with what she had.

Kassin kept dashing powder in the ogre’s face and eventually it further swelled within Ailli and came again. It rumbled under her and a gushes of semen escaped down her legs and floated her off the ogre’s cock.

As the male rumbled, they noticed the female making noises. She was curled up watching them, and no readable expression was on the ogress’ face whatsoever.

Kassin helped Ailli off, congratulating her and dumped her potion remaining bottle on the glistening pole. Kassin then quickly replaced Ailli but had the same problem of freezing up only partially impaled. Ailli helped her and rubbed her bud as she too went limp. Apparently, it helped since the ogre came with her quickly and then fell asleep in disinterest.

Kassin was pained trying to stand up off of the monstrous organ. She was not usually penetrated as they had sex and its cock had knocked her open pretty good. Her sore ‘flower’ was stretched and gushing gobs. In a stupor, Kassin looked around at everything.

“I think we won’t have to do this again.” She said grinning conspiratorially at Ailli.

Kassin jubilantly congratulated Ailli again and they packed up to get back.

Marcos had continued his story. He spoke of wives he had, each more beautiful then the next. He spoke of adventures in every place and several on the high seas. He spoke of sadness finding out the children he sired with mortals were borne as vampires. Long ago, his anger toward the creatures started when he had returned to his apartments to find his seven-year-old fraternal twin children eating their dead mother. He talked about his shock as the boy, his beautiful blond son who looked just like his mother, attacked him. He killed boy but the girl escaped him.

He spoke of how he prosecuted a private war on vampires, attacking them onsite until a few thousand years ago. He met with the remaining hand full of surviving children or their representatives and forgave them. He told them to stay out of Menthino and to tell the others who refused to see him.

He spoke of how he gained power over the years, and eventually asked the Dark Mother herself, to allow him to have mortal children. Kaarthen knew that to be the first time the Dark Mother started to love him.

Their traveling was peaceful across the mountains. The land slowly lowered and mountains turned to hills and the trees thickened. They listened as they walked, and during sad parts, Vellina would suck him while Kaarthen would have him drink from her breasts and console him.

They came upon a 'Traveling Temple' as they exited the woods. They were in the waters of the Ort below the trio under the cliffs. They met up with them that night. The group was young and idealistic and they came from cities in western Menthino. Like most of Menthino, they looked at the Ort with reverence. There were nearly one hundred and fifty Priestesses and 20 Shield maidens and Huntresses. Most were young Priestesses borne in enclaves, a few others were young women who just finished conscription and pondered a path for their new lives. The group had come to this dangerous area to taste and bathe in the waters as they ‘descended from the Dark Mother's loins’.

When they found out they were meeting the Champion of the Dark Mother, they spoke in backhanded honorifics to the women. Kaarthen was addressed as 'the Champion’s blessed maternal sheath' or 'The Goddess' chosen milk carrier to the Champion'. Vellina was named 'submitting Sister of the Companion' or ‘Vessel of the Champion’s fertile excesses'. Marcos finally quit smirking and had the young and bitter women address them as 'Companion', 'consort', 'mistress', or just their names.

The Shield maidens were interested in a visit to the wilderness of the eastern mountains. They got excited with the news of a new enclave and the energy quickly spread. The name 'Spear Mistress' rang in the women’s collective psyche as a return to glory.

Most Shield maidens who protect traveling temples are semi retired Warrioresses on break from the harsh life of tracking fugitives and killing troublesome animals. They took it easy with the group resting and being comfortable.

In general, the Warrioresses commonly wear armor depending on what they can afford and have a symbolic grey boar pelt tied over their shoulders.

The Warrioress doesn’t fight for honor like a Huntress. They usually carry the heavy weapons like halberds, battleaxes, and maces. Short re-curve cavalry bows are carried for distance. As Shield Maidens, they also use a variety of weapons but their role is slight restricted.

The next morning found a different attitude among the pilgrims.

Five Huntresses and Shield maidens and several of the Priestess were angry and wanted to fight. Kaarthen couldn't understand how they could get angry with them. Marcos had to tell her that these were the people who liked to be 'in charge'. Last night had disturbed their plans and so now, they want to take control back.

They challenged Vellina since she wasn't of relative importance. However, Kaarthen shouted down that silliness. She sent Vellina back to Marcos and challenged 'everyone who wanted to stop the Dark Mother's Traveling Temple from helping a new enclave'.

The Priestesses couldn't fight and that left the five. Kaarthen took the time to remind everyone that those who go to the new enclave must all fight. She sneered at the Priestess who balked after only last night talking about how devoted she was.

They shouted back at her, unbelieving that a significant revelation of the Goddess was given that changed how traditions were done.

Two kinds of rage forced her to lift Lourndai and challenge them, or any who would fight.

The five were the only ones to accept the challenge they told Kaarthen they wouldn’t give her any quarter.

She responded, telling them they won’t need to. Three of the five were older Shield maidens with some grey hairs but still hard of body. Two were Huntresses that Marcos noted were stupidly using the foot and a half long blades. Vellina tensed in his arms. He felt the need to remind her that Kaarthen literally had nothing to worry about from this group. He did however lament aloud how the good fortune of running into a group so soon had been just as quickly spoiled.

Kaarthen heard all of this and the heart beats of those who stood before her. While they breathed to relax and slid into various battle forms, she stood calm.

"Come." She beckoned. These mortals before her were dust given souls.

She stood relaxed, feet together one knee bent slightly with a hand out imploring. Lourndai was held relaxed just below the blade behind her and to the side. One day, the Sisters would make a statue of the pose for the entrances of enclaves.

They charged. Two Shield maidens had full swords and shields, one a short spear, the Huntresses trailed.

Two paces from Kaarthen they burst into brilliant white flame and fell screaming to their knees. As they fell flat, the flames went out and they found themselves whole and unburned.

The five didn't move their eyes were wide and unseeing. They had seen their deaths, some as old women who needed care to get to the bath, others in a few months hence. All had seen this revelation while feeling the pain of the awaiting deepest darkest furnace of the Dark Mother’s eternal prison.

"That wasn't done to punish you, or to beat you. It was a trade done by the rules. Armed with long sight, and knowing that which most mortals covet. I want to ask you: what is important? Where and what drives you, that you can't do this?" Kaarthen asked quietly.

"Companion you are merciful, we knew this to be a test. Our sisters who could fight would leave for the few of us a large group to defend. We also never knew we would travel further. Without supplies, one or both groups would be in danger to slavers if we split. We know the lands you speak to be dangerous wilds, and full of the oldest creatures. We thought they would die at best or be defiled by some abomination at worst." A black-haired Shield maiden with crows’ feet and weathered cheeks responded after catching her breath. She pushed up her upper body while sprawled on the ground to address Kaarthen.

"Speak plainly was that concern what really made you attack?” Kaarthen asked. She knew, because the Goddess inside of her knew, that plenty of other nastier emotions were at work with some of them.

"No Companion, I was with pride and fear. Your eye's are like the stories. I know you see us as clear as water. I would not let the temple split and would not go into those mountains with them. Forgive me. I know those sisters deserve better then my weakness.” Pleaded a dark haired Huntress her age on hands and knees in back.

"I admire your honesty, but it pains me to know that three Sisters alone in that wilderness charged with destroying a widespread enemy does not call your heart and sing for your blade.” Kaarthen started, curious where all this was going. "If the other Sisters share this fear, the Goddess may believe it necessary for a purge of reluctance, so that the fervent may help the oppressed and thin spread among us."

Kaarthen paused looking over them to the group before speaking for all. "Know that those who go forth will be blessed with a rapid and safe journey. However, if you wish to return, you would also be safe traveling with us. We travel to Mavvus at the moment. I cannot direct you, but I implore you all to meditate for yourselves over this so you do not regret the decision for any flippant or arbitrary reason.”

She felt herself completely pleased. More would go than return, and that was mostly because of the speech. Those that returned would keep her from incinerating every sister they met. She had to remind herself that here in Menthino, most Sisters would know the Champion and that should help her keep a low profile.

The women divided and packed for the rest of the day. Sisters continuously added themselves to those going. Eventually all the Huntresses and Shield maidens went along. A group of fifteen Priestesses opted to go back.

Marcos watched Kaarthen like a hawk, and she could feel his stares throughout the day as she answered questions and gave directions. They all settled in for the night out on the edge of where the traveling temple had camped.

Some time during the night Vellina had went to make water and returned leaving her loincloth off. She felt frisky and went to unbuttoned Marcos’ pants but found someone already there sucking him gently. The person was in the shadows and crouched between Marcos’ legs. Vellina watched quietly as they relieved him of his load. After they were done, they left and Vellina could see Kaarthen on the other side of Marcos watching as well. Kaarthen stroked him with her hand while Vellina scooted closer and cupped and massaged his balls.

As soon as they got him hard, another shadowy figure emerged and crouched between his legs. She stroked his stomach with both hands saying a quiet prayer and took him into their mouth. Vellina watched in wonder, and Kaarthen watched in arrogant propriety as the woman licked and sucked him while massaging his balls.

Vellina started to rub herself thinking of a way to get to his cock. She imagined sucking it, but also riding it surrounded by Kaarthen and these shadowy women as they watched her. Once the woman took yet another load and left, Vellina quickly moved in to straddle him. His cock was soft however, and Vellina spent a few minutes rubbing him up her oozing slit getting him up to usefulness.

Kaarthen sat up next to her and grasped her around the waist. Vellina was surprised when she then carefully and gently sucked her nipple. Sapphic play between the two had so far just been accidental touches and kissing while sucking his cock. Kaarthen’s extremely gentle hands stroked the undersides of her breasts and navel before dropping to her bud and hefting the cheeks of her generous backside.

Under them, Marcos had become active and hardened at the sight of them. He penetrated her pussy as she mewled and groaned from the mix of sensations already making her peak. He grasped her hips possessively as she danced on him and grinded them back and forth. Vellina climaxed with a moan and the sensations continued as her lovers ignored it.

Small eruptions and twitches continued through her as Marcos ceaselessly grinded deep within her core while Kaarthen pulled and twisted her bud between her fingers as it ground along into his wispy pubic hair and hard abs.

Kaarthen started licking her neck after moving to sit tightly behind her. She pulled Vellina’s honey colored mane up and over her head and she chewed and nibble her ears, neck, spine, and shoulders.

Vellina climaxed again, her body was becoming a sweating quivering mass of womanhood under them. Her lovers continued attacking her body through its climax from underneath, in front, behind, and over the top. Kaarthen kept her from falling forward limply under the barrage.

Vellina climaxed a third time her body tightening and a long stifled moan of suffering escaped her clenched teeth. Vellina's body wanted to curl up into a ball but the two working together continued their assault.

A fourth orgasm hit, making her sigh out a groan and fall back into Kaarthen. Sparks flashed in front of her eyes, and she made weak noises of protest as they continued. She was pushed forward onto Marcos and didn’t have the energy to jump when Kaarthen started fingering her ass. Marcos below her kissed and licked her face and neck. She could feel Kaarthen behind her grinding her pussy into the left cheek of her ass and rubbing her hands all around her back. Drops of Kaarthen's milk sprinkled onto her as the lusty Amazon built to her own frenzy.

She climaxed a fifth time and reared up her upper body. Kaarthen caught her with a restraining arm around her front between her pendulous breasts. She was turned and she saw a sight better than what she had fantasized not a few moments ago. Four women and many more in the shadows circled them and masturbated to their display. Beyond them, shadowy limbs moved as groups engaged in energetic Sapphic play. Marcos pinched her sensitive nipples then and Kaarthen brought her off with a bite to the ear.

Climaxing for the sixth time, Marcos erupted under her. The feeling of his explosion seemed to turn all her pain and exhaustion into ecstasy and she passed out.

Caris’ mornings lately had been carefree. She would wake, bathe, and eat the stew from the night prior. Once outside, she would practice with the spear or meditate in the temple with Ailli until midday. When she came out of the dorm this morning, she heard the whining noises of some thing braying to the south.

She figured the Kassin and Ailli had captured more men than need to be sacrificed. She walked down to see if any were worthy of harvest. She was quite surprised to see a giant plainly female something shackled. A large four foot diameter column twenty feet tall arose over the creature it was placed parallel to eight other columns to line a path to the flat wide rocks in the stream.

The female creature was bent with her head level to her waist. Her arms were shackled together behind her back up high with tight magical chains that extended from the top of the column. A collar kept her head down and it ran through a ring before splitting and shackling the creature’s feet. The creature only got louder when it noticed Caris. Its head and shoulders were resting against the column. The chain hobbling its feet was very short. The ring was so high on the column that the creature could only stand bent, if it sat it would choke it’s self.

The creature was obviously miserable. Sometimes, men would be out here in the same position stripped naked. None ever died by simply sitting down and choking themselves, despite the agony and embarrassment.

Caris’ only regret was that it was a woman. She figured it must have done something to be brought here. Using her hands, she brought water to the creature. It was morning and the sun would get hot since it was already cloudless. In the enclave, it was much warmer than the surrounding area. The sunlight was strong here at high altitude. Caris eventually tired of helping it and wandered off to practice her combat forms for the morning. She wondered what kind of weapons could take down a creature like that.

Ailli woke late in the afternoon. She felt like the day before had been a dream. After breeding the ogre, they had taken the ogress. Kassin had walked along side it with her whip out and ready as Ailli had led its rope leash. Once they got into the enclave, Kassin had brought it to the flat rocks and prayed quietly. Ailli didn’t know how it happened but one column they used to hold prisoners had grown taller and thicker. When they chained the ogress, the chains were thicker too. She knew some other things happened but it was a haze and she had been too tired.

Ailli brought some rice and stew in a serving bowl down to the creature. As she left the clean kitchen area, she paused in her room and dressed in a short robe that ended at her thighs. Walking past the stone buildings of storehouses to the creature, she tried to remember more. Kassin had said she intended to bond the creature to the enclave but Ailli had never heard of that before or any example similar.

She tried to feed the creature, but as it ate, it chewed and ate the wooden spoon also. She was reduced to tipping the bowl and pushing food in its mouth.

Once done feeding, she looked the creature over for wounds anywhere. Its legs were a mess with small cuts all around the knees and ass. The ogress even had thick calluses on its back from all the rough rutting. As she walked around, she came to the creatures winking social hole. It was frothy with moisture. The stress and uncomfortable position had forced its body to try to use its only defense mechanism, which was sex.

Ailli first looked at it with disgust. She was reminded of the creature shamefully submitting earlier to save its own life.

Ailli had been raised to see that as the worst kind of life. She thought of the extreme stretching the hole must do too please those big demanding males.

She was shocked that she got hard thinking these nasty thoughts. Her cock was waving around and if she didn’t feel the breeze on its wet length, she wouldn’t have noticed. She stopped staring at the filthy hole. The scent of musk stayed on the wind with her and drove her crazy.

Ailli back away over to the column across from the creature. The night before Kassin had dropped her whip there after they finished binding it. Ailli wanted to hurt this creature for its shameful display and for arousing her to consider using its filthy body. She grabbed the whip and turned back to consider how much she could get away with. She understood the damage the whip could do and understood her lover Kassin wanted the ogress protected for more than just a sacrifice.

Walking up to its backside, she stroked its cheeks feeling around again but this time for places where she could hurt it. Her hands were drawn to its active drooling hole.

She touched its bud. The clitoris on the creature was oddly shaped. It wasn’t atop the pisshole and partially hooded like a woman. Instead, it surrounded the pisshole in a tight puckered swollen ring. The outer lips on the sides exposed the clit to likely make it an easy target for a swinging set of heavy ogre balls

She pushed a finger at the hole, the ogress immediately tightened up. Backing up she bent the whip in half. She wanted to teach this filthy creature to obey. Mercilessly, she punched its cunt with her fingers together. A battle was waged and the monster bore down and tried to stop its own degradation. She swung the doubled up whip hard, striking its hip. The ogress jumped and lost its concentration. The fingers she’d been ramming forward sank in until the ogress stopped her again. Its feet were moving to kick but it couldn’t move an inch. Ailli jammed forward again but couldn’t take anymore of the clenched hole. She whipped it twice, on its thighs and to the top of its ass. Each strike her hand slipped in a little further. She added one more strike every time it balked or tried to refuse her. She repeated the process, intent on teaching the monster and focused on claiming it with her touch.

She got to seven before the ogress had an orgasm from the whip. Its confused howl felt great as her arm slid in up to the elbow. By then it was sweating and wasn't standing still. She got to the end of the hole at ten. The ogress had resorted to wagging and bucking its hips like a happy dog. Nevertheless, just past her elbow the hole finally stopped. Ailli felt the puckered ring of the creature’s cervix. It occurred to her as she fingered it, that this was a wall she could get past. She wanted to teach this filthy shameful creature a lesson that would not ever be forgotten. She dropped her whip and rubbed its huge bud. She poked the cervix and the clitoris with her fingers trying to gain entry into each.

She didn’t care that the creature came, how hard, or how many times. She was too focused to notice her own hard-on aching for stimulation. She just kept working her fingers into the tightly puckered holes.

She was easily able to get one finger into the creatures piss hole. It wouldn’t open further so she twiddled her index finger into it, flicked it with her middle finger, or pinched it with her thumb while she, twisted, pulled, and hooked her finger in it.

The cervix was harder to crack open but quickly got easier. She got one, then two, then three fingers into it. The ogress was howling constantly now and had the cutest hiccups. Ailli’s hand and arms were dripping its fluids everywhere. She pulled her finger from the ogress’s pisshole.

Pulling her arm out slightly from the clenching vagina, she bent her elbow. Her cock was really distracting now. She jammed and kissed it against the creature's clitoris, almost jealous of the creature’s pleasure. She could feel it clenching its mushy pussy on her arm as it continued to bray.

Ailli was the type of person to do research, and the enclave's library was perfect for that. Ailli had learned from the books in the enclave library a spell to enlarge her cock. Once cast it gave her the ideal size for her lover. She hadn't demonstrated it for Kassin yet, since Ailli liked a good suck, and Kassin usually did the fucking. Casting it one handed was difficult, but it worked, and she got a nearly two foot long cock the width of her foot.

She pulled her arm from the ogress’ crotch and heard a whimper of relief. She chuckled, almost laughing aloud, as she heard it. She looked over at its head and saw its sweaty hair sticking to its face she slapped the top of it’s ass to hold the laughter in.

She lifted her cock for its hole while still giggling. The hips of the ogress were a little too high to be comfortable. She used the handle of the whip on the back of its knees to make it bend them lower. The wet sound of gurgling reminded her to make it take a small step forward.

The creature had no idea yet that it wasn’t just being given more pain. However, Ailli upon discovering the ogress’ cunt at just the right height plunged her cock in to its complete surprise.

The hot wet cunt felt marvelous and the ogress under her took her length with another surprised howl. Ailli noted the training was going well since the ogress didn’t attempt to stop its violation.

Ailli’s oversized cock was also over sensitive, and feeling the pussy in so many more places after the long wait was too much for her. She was only able to get a few satisfying strokes in before she exploded.

The orgasm was toe curling, but the sensation of shooting what felt like buckets of cum was instantly addictive. She froze jammed deeply into her wheezing lover for literally minutes as gouts and gobs of sperm spurted out her giant cock.

Ailli understood in an instant, the instinctive fascination of shooting a load of potent sperm into a vagina. She had normally taken blowjobs from Kassin. She was familiar with the desire at the end to shoot deeply until her warm receptive mouth and watch her accept it in her body when she swallowed. The difference now was exponentially amazing. The urge to thrust in her load deeply was compounded by the knowledge that the cervix she was against was loose and open. She also felt the ogress milk her as the flood went in, which made her want to push deeper and deeper. Those feelings, and the magically enlarged cock, kept her orgasm going for much longer then normal, rolling her eyes and lolling her head back despite the lack of intense pleasure compared to a female orgasm.

Finally, she dismounted. Despite feeling like she had ran a full sprint the whole time, she felt marvelous. A pleasant ache of emptiness told her in one shot she had completely relieved herself of seed in the well-adapted creature's pleasure hole.

She stood feeling the sun and the air on her face with her hands on her hips. A feeling of well being and contentment with the world flooded her. She stared down at her cock as a thing of beauty and wiggled her hips.

Ailli remembered where she was, and walked around to the front of the ogress to share her mood. There was no expression on its face. The plain field of flesh didn’t have the features for showing expressions. The ogress was simply two beady eyes without eyebrows, two nostrils and a wide mouth. The whole face was one color of brown except the very edges around the eyes that was pink. The constant smooth color was without lighting or darkening on the nose, cheekbones, or forehead.

Ogress flinched at the sight of her, and stared at her cock. Ailli only felt disgust looking at it. It needed something to remember her by. She sauntered in a circle around it a few times thinking of what to do. Its nipples grabbed her attention, so she played with them idly. Its abused pussy was swelling shut after the workout trapping her spending. She smiled to herself and dipped her right hand into it getting a handful of her essence. She walked to the front and looked at it again. She grabbed a nipple and pinched hard keeping good pressure. She looked at the creature’s face, and spread her cum across and down its forehead letting it drip down its nose and cheeks. The ogress’ eyes were moving tying to look at anything but her. Ailli reveled in the creature submissiveness toward her and smiled broadly. Once the ogress licked the dripping cum off its lips, the filthy creature just stopped and looked at her in another unreadable expression.

Probably begging mercy Ailli thought.

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