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The Mating Run

  • Genre: Werewolf
  • Author: Leeka
  • Chapters: 81
  • Status: Ongoing
  • Age Rating: 18+

Running for a mate has never been so deadly. In the Springcrest Pack, every year brings an event that unleashes primal desires, unchecked obsessions, and a complex web of power dynamics. It's known as The Mating Run, a dangerous game where the rules are a bit uncertain. Alina takes a daring step to avoid the High Council Elders' judgment in selecting her mate. Desperate to escape their meddling, she signs up for The Mating Run. Will this lead her to freedom or plunge her into the perilous embrace of desire and danger?

I'm so overwhelmed that I can't decide whether to scream in ecstasy or agony.

“Please, please, please!”

His strong hands guide me back and forth with each powerful thrust, causing me to moan uncontrollably.

I am completely lost in the pleasure of his cock moving in and out of me, my eyes closed in ecstasy.

Bubbling moans and pleas spill from my mouth, the words tumbling over each other incoherently. If the timing had been different, I wouldn't have thought twice about pushing him off. The dirt and grime on the ground make the experience of being fucked revolting, but the pleasure of the sex is unparalleled.

Every time his cock pushes inside of me, I feel my insides getting destroyed.

"That's it. Take it. You can take it."

“Fuck, fuck!”

My mind tells me I don't want this, but my body craves it, nonetheless.

Arching my back against him, I push my hips towards him, urging him to thrust deeper into me. I am lost in the moment, overwhelmed by the desire to be taken and filled, and he seems to sense it without any verbal cues from me.

I feel his hand on my hip, pressing me down into the ground, while the other hand tugs at my hair, keeping me at his mercy. The raw and intoxicating scent of him fills my senses as his chest presses against my back. His thick cock stretches me out so much that it feels like I am being torn apart.

Holy shit,” I feel a shiver run down my spine as his lips brush against my neck, his murmurs sending goosebumps down my arms. He traces a line up my neck with his tongue, then moves to the other side, sending tingles down my spine. “You taste so fucking good.”

As soon as his sharp canines sink into my mating gland, my whole body goes numb.

The thick and warm sensation of my blood mixes with his venom as it spreads through my veins, causing my entire body to spasm. I can sense the bond forming between us as he relentlessly pounds at me, the heat of his body radiating onto mine.

Mine. All fucking mine.”

With another sharp bite, I let out a moan of pleasure as his teeth sink deeper into my skin.

I close my eyes and let out a contented sigh, fully immersing myself in the pleasurable feeling of being filled.

“Yes, yes, yes!”

As he wraps his arm around me, his fingers find their way to my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I feel my body writhe with pleasure as an orgasm approaches, but he holds me tightly despite my convulsions.

“Ah!” My moan of pleasure is so loud, but I can't bring myself to care. “More!”

“Let everyone know you're mine. Scream.”

I am completely under his control as his thumb presses into my chin, his words ringing in my ears. He grabs my chin roughly, turning my head towards what I assume is the direction of a camera.

“Yours! I’m all yours!”

The rest of the pack is likely observing us as we speak, with the event being transmitted on a huge screen for all to see. I feel exposed and vulnerable, certain that they are watching me getting fucked on the forest floor.

But this is tradition to them, and its vulgarity or dirtiness doesn't matter in the slightest.

The Mating Run.

It's the blood and sex that makes it fun.

As soon as we exit the forest, I can already imagine the sound of his friends slapping his back and congratulating us on forming a bond. The elderly member of our pack would stroke my swollen belly, filled with his seed, assuring me that by the months, I would give birth to his pups.

“Lift your hips.”

I obey his every command, feeling his grip on my ankle tighten as he thrusts harder. As he twists my legs, I feel a tightness in my chest, and his cock pushes deeper inside of me. I can hear his heavy breathing and the sound of our bodies slapping together, and I know that I am about to experience the most intense orgasm of my life.

I gasp as his knot catches on my pussy, the sudden pleasure causing me to see stars.

“Fuck! I’m going to fill you up with my pups. You like that? I think you fucking do.”

“Please, please, oh goddess, please.”

“Fuck, yeah, okay. Yeah, anything my mate wants, she gets.”

Suddenly, he flips me over onto my back, his weight pressing down on me.

I feel a mix of pleasure and pain as he groans and bites down on my neck, his canines buried deep. In an instant, my senses are overwhelmed by the intensity of my orgasm, leaving me unable to speak or move.

Wave after wave of orgasm washes over me until tears start to stream down my face.

As he releases himself inside of me, I can feel the knot on his cock growing, filling me up completely. I can feel his presence inside, my belly bulging from the weight of his cock and the warmth of his cum. I feel my body spasming as I listen to him grunting on top of me.

He pulls back, his eyes intently focused on mine. His eyes are so dark that they look like endless pools, pulling me in. There's a hunger simmering underneath his eyes, and I can sense that he can see it in my eyes too as we stare at each other.

The feeling of his body against mine is familiar and comforting, even though I can't remember meeting him more than five times. Since we're both contenders in the mating run, it doesn't matter to find out much about him beforehand.

This mating is always going to happen from the moment I first run through the forest, but now it feels like the universe is aligning to make it happen.

As a Hider, my job is to hide, and as a Hunter, his job is to chase me down.

The sound of his breathing deepens as he begins to move his cock in and out of me. As there's no longer a need to run since we're mated, he takes his time, making sure to please me in every way possible. I pull him towards me, my arms around his shoulders, and I taste the salty skin of his neck with my tongue.

"I just came," With each thrust, my breath comes out in a moan and a whisper. "Oh, fuck."

His tongue slides over my mating bite, sending shivers down my spine.

"You can take it," Pausing momentarily, he squeezes my waist tightly. "What's your name?"

If this weren't considered normal too, I would be offended, but thankfully, it is.

"Alina. You?"

The corners of his mouth turn up into a smirk, indicating his amusement.

"Put that pretty brain to work and remember. You know who I am."

Months Before The Mating Run

"I don't see the point of it, Alina."

As we jog in the morning, Ettie completely brushes off the suggestion I make, and I let out a sigh of frustration.

For the past few days, I've been considering registration, but the thought of going through it alone is making me apprehensive. It would be a good opportunity for Ettie to participate, especially since we're around the same age.

The High Council Elders will choose a mate for her in two years if she doesn't take matters into her own hands.

"You're not seriously gonna let those decrepit old farts decide your fate for you, right, Ettie?"

"They must be experts at this. Besides, my legs aren't cut out for it. Did ya see how quick those Hunters run? Climbing trees and swimming aren't my thing. Alina, I'll die out there, you know it."

"You're never

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Breakfast time.
Chapter 1: Her point of view

I had just finished brushing my teeth after a few days of not looking after them. My mom had bought a new toothpaste that left a strange feel of coolness in my mouth. I guess the new stuff was to tease my teeth for it was a whitening brand. My teeth weren't very white but as long as I didn't get stupid cavities I didn't really give a fuck on how shinny white they were. I went to my room to get ready for school. And I passed my little sister's room cringing at the loud pop music she had blaring.
"Turn that shit down dork, we're not in a bar." I yelled over the music and my mom got onto me for cussing yet again. Like it was my fault, she and dad used to cuss all the time until he left with some stupid blonde woman who owned a motorcycle.
I went to my bedroom and started to pick out my outfit for school. I admired myself in the mirror as I held up a short sleeved sun dress up to my body. I then put it on after throwing on a bra and some panties. It hugged my form nicely though it somewhat puffed around my waist but I didn't mind that in the least. I then picked up my brush and started to run it through my long brown hair. It was mostly straight but as it got to my waist my hair began to naturally curl though everyone thought I did it that way. I finally finished and put a small green ribbon in my hair which gave me the look of some child from those westerns my mom usually watched on the weekends.
Then I picked out some ankle socks and a pair of shoes that were white with a little yellow on them. Even though I'm eighteen I often dressed like I was still twelve for I didn't want boys' attention unlike my younger sister. Sometimes her outfits even turned my older brother's head which set a little twinge of jealousy. But I don't think I could brazeningly dress up like a slut in halter tops and mini skirts like my sister did even when we were just going to go shopping for groceries. And she was only twelve!
People often mistake her for being the eldest sister when we go out together because she dressed like girls from my school while I dressed more like her age group should dress. But she didn't quite have the figure I had for she was still growing. I often laugh when boys hit on her then comment on her small, barely budding breasts. My breasts weren't very big either. I wore 32B's which compared to some girls of my size and shape were small.
Today I walked down to the kitchen and got myself a bowl of cereal when I heard my brother make a low whistle behind me. At first I thought my sister was there too but when I turned around my original thought had been quickly dispelled. He was looking straight at me until he realized that I had turned towards him, then he turned his attention to his cereal bowl. I just shook my head and poured myself some cereal then sat down at the table. I could see a faint blush to his cheeks.
Just then miss slut herself came bounding into the kitchen. She noticed that her older brother wasn't giving her the usual attention and pouted before getting herself a candy bar and a soda. Sometimes I think she is more like dad than anyone else realizes. John and I dressed pretty normal like our mother but Jessie had many ways of behaving that stood out. But so did my brother though only when admiring her in her sluttish clothes. But today he had admired me in my simple yellow sun dress and yellow and white tennies. I felt a slight twinge of womanly pride that I had won a man's attention. Even if it was my nineteen year old brother's attention that I caught.
John stood up from the table and cleared his throat, "I'll see you guys after school." he suddenly leaned in and kissed my cheek. That caught me by surprise for it had been a long time since he did that.
Jessie glared at me, obviously feeling that I was now competition for our brother's attention. Knowing her she would not give up her noticed status easily. I stood up and said a quick good-bye to her and left a full hour before I had to leave but I was surprised to see my brother still in the driveway. He looked up and smiled at me. We went to different schools so none of us see eachother except in the morning and after-school. I walked over to his car and poked my head through the window.
"What are you doing sitting around?" I asked, my face only a few centimeters from his.
"I was waiting to catch a glimsp of my sister." he replied while cupping my chin.
At first I thought he was talking about Jessie since he seemed more interested in her choice of dress instead of mine but the look on his face told me otherwise.
"Jessie's in the house though." I said just to confirm the truth.
"Not her, but you Anna." he smiled then closed the distance between us giving me a kiss that was not at all like a brother would kiss his younger sister. "Do you want a ride to school?" he asked as he pulled away.
I nodded a bit surprised by his sudden change in interest but I walked around to the other side of the car and got in.
"Why are you being like this?" I asked suddenly. "You're more likely to treat Jessie to things like this."
"Because she's a little slut and she doesn't appreciate the things I do for her." he replied then looked me in the eyes.
I felt my breath catch in my chest as I noticed the almost hungry look in his eyes. "What kind of things?" I asked softly.
"Give her rides to school. I was even her first in bed." he replied ashamed of himself.
I looked at him in shock. "You what?" I couldn't believe my brother had fucked my sister.
"I had sex with her and it was my first time too..." he looked away from me. "And everyday I wished I had waited for someone better. Like you..." he whispered.
That really shocked me. Did he really want me or just someone like me?
"Anna?" he asked as the silence dragged on. I looked up at him unsure of what to say or do. "Can I kiss you?" he looked at me eagerly but that crazed hunger look wasn't there anymore. What could I possibly say? If I said no he would become recluse and if I said yes there's a chance this could go so much farther than us kissing in his car.
Finally I just nodded and he smiled softly. Slowly he leaned to me and pressed his lips against mine. It was such a sweet thing to have his lips pressed against mine and I pressed my lips more firmly against his. He placed his hand behind my head and pulled me closer to him as we kissed. Truthfully this was my first time kissing anyone like this and I was very scared I would slip up and he wouldn't want to kiss me anymore.
He broke the kiss with me leaning towards where his lips just were with my eyes shut. "Anna." he brought me back to my senses. "That was great." he breathed softly.
I looked up at him stunned unknowing that Jessie was watching us from the livingroom window and if I had known it then I'd probably not have cared anyways. John wanted me now but as what. A quick fuck? A long termed love affair? I didn't know. But those were far from my mind as I looked into his bright hazel eyes. His eyes clouded a little as he stared at me thoughtfully.
"Want to be my girlfriend?" he asked suddenly.
A jolt jumped through me as I stared at my older brother in confusion. Did I hear him correctly? I scooted away from him as the confusion took hold and I wanted to get out of the car now. But before I could find the handle on the door he took my hand and placed it on his chest. I could feel his heart beat as it steadily grew erratic.
"Do you even have school today?" I asked softly.
"No, I just wanted to get away from her." he gestured with his head towards the house.
"Oh," I leaned up and kissed him. He stared at me in surprise for so far he was the one that made all the advances. But he soon returned the kiss.
Suddenly there was banging on the window behind his head. We both looked in that direction and saw a not too happy Jessie. She gave me the death glare and I just smirked, knowing I was winning someone away from her slutty ass.
"Get out of the car John!" she nearly shrieked but John just ignored her and looked at me.
"Should I get out of the car, Anna?" he asked with a serious tone but a spark of mischief sparkled in his eyes.
I couldn't help but giggle, "I dunno, should you?" I replied with a question.
"I don't think I should leave my favorite sister unattended in my car it can become quite touchy." he said with a quiet laugh.
Jessie finally just threw up her hands and stomped back to the house in her jealous rage. I laughed out loud then and John joined in with me. It felt good to taunt my little sister until she just screamed in fury. He leaned in and kissed me softly.
"Do you have school today as well as that brat?" he asked.
I shook my head, for in truth the only one who needed to go was Jessie and I knew she wasn't going to be happy about that now. I looked up at him trying to ask a question but couldn't quite make it sound like I wasn't being evil to my bitch of a sister.
"No I'm not going to give her a ride after her stunt. You know I don't like being ordered around by a bitch." he held me close to his side and rested my head on his shoulder.
"When did you guys have sex?" I looked up at him.
"Back when she was eleven. And a hell of a lot nicer." he replied with a deep blush coloring his cheeks.
Then I remembered that was around the time she started dressing like a slut and bragging about all the guys she fucked and got numbers from. I guess she turned into a whore for sex for mom and dad didn't have the money to buy that garbage she shrouds herself in. I looked up at him feeling sympathetic but a little miffed. For though he didn't know it, I often imagined him being my first and I being his but when he told me he had sex last year I was devastated but I pretended to not care though inside I had been screaming and crying about it. At night I often cried and he came in to hold me and asked what was wrong like the brother he was and I always said I had some bad dream.
"Do you want to know something, big brother?" I asked in a soft voice.
"Yes. What is it Anna?" he lightly stroked my cheek.
"You know all those nights after you told me you lost your virginity when I would cry." I looked up at him.
"Yeah, what about them?" he asked a bit slowly.
"Well the reason why I was crying was because I had a silly hope you would come to me and lose yours with mine." I looked down as I saw his eyes widen a bit.
"Anna..." there was a sadness in his voice then held me close, "I didn't know.."
I looked up at him, "Do you want to take mine now?"
The question took him by surprise then he smiled, "Sure, were you going to wait for me forever?" he looked at me.
"Possibly." I replied then took his hand and led him back into the house.
At first he thought I was leading him to his room but I passed it and went to my room. He stared at me in surprise as I led him to the bed and gently pushed him down onto it. He followed my gestures without question and I sat down next to his stretched out body. I could never imagine I would do this like in my secret fantasies when I was just barely reaching sixteen years of age. But now I can do what I dreamed of for a long time but I wonder if he had the same dreams about me before he screwed our little sister.

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2014-08-06 09:22:50
7w8zIm wow, awesome article.Thanks Again. Want more.

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2013-07-27 02:03:31
to the author: I loved it
to those who say its bad: quit your yapping i would love to see you try to write a sex story better than this one

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2012-02-24 17:40:34
DUMB WRITER fiction HAS to be realistic and believable otherwise it is fantasy. so either delete and rewrite or change it to the fantasy area instead of fiction. SHOW SOME PRIDE IN YOUR WORK AND A WHOLE LOT OF RESPECT FOR THE READERS AND EITHER DO IT RIGHT OR NOT AT ALL. THIS SUCKS.

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2008-11-22 23:48:32
Pretty good. Tone down the lovey-dovey feel though, unless you're going to make the story longer and include actual sex. 6/10

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After fifteen minutes of sniffing Carol's feet, she then told the others to take off the rest of my clothes. The rope was removed from one of my wrists as my shirt was unbuttoned and pulled up over my head along with my undershirt. They pulled my hand out of the shirt and reattached it to the table leg. A couple of the others promptly placed their stocking feet on my chest and began to rub my chest, stomach and arms with them while a few others continued to rub their feet over and between my legs. Carol then asked Monique if she wanted a turn. Carol stepped away and Monique took her place, placing her rather long, narrow but delicate stocking feet over my face, covering my eyes. She said that she hadn't washed her feet for two days and that she hoped I might enjoy them. The smell was powerful but nothing quite as rank as the smell of Carol's stocking feet. Monique wiggled her toes through the sheer black sheath of her stockings and she begun to rub the tips of her toes under my nose. I noticed that her nails were painted a soft pink. She took a less vigorous approach than Veronica or Carol and used long sensuous strokes over my cheeks and nose. She rubbed my nose and chin against the ball of her feet and told the others that it felt wonderful. Carol agreed and said that my nose and chin probably gave a better footrub than my hands. Monique continued to rub her feet over my nose and squealed with delight. I'd never seen her in such ecstasy since I placed my hand between her legs on the plane during the last business trip. She enjoyed me like this for about fifteen minutes or so, during which time she removed her stockings and rubbed my face with her long smelly barefeet.

Lisa then asked if she could have a go. Monique pulled her feet from my face and stepped away as Lisa hopped into the hot seat. Always a tease, Lisa held her feet above my face and wriggled her toes as she slowly lowered them to my nose, caressing my nose with the big toe of her left foot. She then brought her big toe to my nostril and carefully plugged it as she rubbed her other stocking foot over the rest of my face. I noticed small feet with little plump toes and that the toenails were unpolished. I didn't really notice much of a smell but felt quite relieved that Carol's stockings were no where near my face. I might not have been breathing very hard because she said that it wasn't fair that I took deep sniffs with the others and not with her. I felt a sharp pain in my cock, followed by two sharp pains in my testicles that almost made me tear. I promptly took a succession of deep breaths until Lisa had been mollified. She slowly rolled off her stockings and I spent the next twelve minutes or so sniffing her bare heels, soles and toes. Just before Lisa finished, the door swung open and a young woman I'd never seen before stepped inside. She looked at me and then spoke to Carol saying that she couldn't believe that she was really serious about this foot-sniffing business. She sat down somewhere and I heard her say that she wouldn't mind having a go. Carol told her to take her shoes off and that all good things came to those who wait. Lisa told this woman to be sure to rub the balls of her feet over my nose and chin because it was quite relaxing; and Lisa did just that.

Carol then told Lisa that her time was up and Anne, the typist, stepped over me and sat on the chair. She placed her feet on my chest and slowly brought them up my neck and onto my face as Carol held my head tight between her knees. As Anne brought her toes up to my nose I noticed that the nails were painted black, or maybe dark red; but it was hard to make them out through her hose. I was again relieved to sniff toes which were musky without being fetid, strong smelling without smelling foul. I breathed in the odor as she playfully wriggles her long toes over my nose. As Anne amused herself, I heard the other woman mention that this would be good for the bachelorette party she was planning next weekend. She said that her friends would probably really go for the stripping and foot sniffing, though they might probably pass on the genital torture. Carol responded by telling her that I'd be free that weekend and that I'd be more than happy to lend myself out for the amusement of a group of women. This woman asked Carol if she was sure that I wouldn't mind if a group of strangers pulled off my clothes and rubbed their feet all over my face and Carol said "certainly not." By this time, Anne had removed her stockings and was rubbing her bare feet all over me; it turned out that her nails were painted black, in stark contrast to her pale skin. I'm sure that everyone had their feet on me because I felt cool, flat flesh being rubbed all over my body, head to toe; and I would occasionally feel the pinch of toes curling over my flesh so I was literally covered in the feet of eight women. I'm sure that the other woman was helping herself because she mentioned something about this being a lot of fun, though I couldn't see much with my head clamped between Carol's knees. Every now and then, someone would tease me by pressing her toes into my balls or wrapping them firmly around my penis and squeezing it. I felt sure that I might explode at any moment but struggled not to. I wanted to warn them but there was nothing I could say. It was just as Lisa was finishing that someone made the fatal mistake of giving my penis a vigorous succession of squeezes with her toes; and with Lisa's toes still cupped gently over my nose I began to convulse with reckless abandon. It had been over a week since I'd felt the caresses of a woman and I must have made a fine mess. I heard Monique say that it was disgusting and that she got it all over her toes. She told the others she was going to the bathroom to clean up and Carol told her to bring paper so they could clean me up. Carol then remarked that I was very bad and I felt four sharp tugs in my testicle region which made me want to scream. I could feel a tear fall down my cheek. Carol told me not to do that again.

Carol then told Rachel, the intern, that it was her turn. Rachel giggled as she sat down and quickly pressed her black nylon feet over my face. It was a potent, musky odor, a very strong foot smell, which greeted my nose. Rachel said that she hadn't washed her feet for days; but I was so relieved to be sniffing feet that smelled neither fetid nor cheesy that I inhaled deep. Her feet squirmed and she said she was ticklish. Lisa then told her to rub the ball of her foot over my nose, which Rachel promptly did. I noticed that she closed her eyes before telling the others how wonderful and relaxing it felt. Her feet were large for such a small woman and her toes were long and supple. She soon made good use of them as she manipulated my nose with them. It wasn't long before her stockings were off and my nose was cupped by bare toes with unpolished nails.

Fifteen minutes of this brought her turn to an end and the woman I'd never met before sat in the seat as Lisa placed my head between her knees. Unlike the others, this lady was wearing black fishnets and quickly lowered her toes, the nails of which were painted with white polish, onto my face. The odor was sharp and I could distinctly detect the smell of leather and stale foot sweat. She began to rub the ball of her foot over my nose while she rested the toes of her other foot just under my nostrils. She said that it felt great and to be sure to invite her when they did it again. This lady, who was something of a talker, then said that while a bachelorette party is a good excuse to tear mean's clothes off and to observe the male nude, it's a far better opportunity to have their feet fully appreciated by a man. She then went on to say how this reminded her of a time in college when she and several female friends of hers played a practical joke on a male student who'd had sex with them and dumped them. They lured him into a dormitory room, overpowered him, stripped him naked and tied him down. They didn't do anything with their feet though she wishes they'd thought of it; but they took turns sitting on his face with their crotches over his nose. They made him smell between their legs before grinding their cunts onto his nose as if they were squeezing juice from an orange. Carol said that she liked that idea and that she was glad that that woman mentioned it. The others laughed. Carol then asked anyone if they would like to orgasm on my face. I heard frenzied shouts of "yes," "god yes," and "let's do it." Carol then told the woman to finish up so they could start phase two. Monique had recently returned from the bathroom and they cleaned up the mess that I'd made. The woman finished her session with a few playful wiggles of her bare toes as she'd removed her stockings just five minutes into her turn.

Carol then yelled for a free for all and before I knew it if got dark as they piled their feet onto my face. I didn't know whose toes I was smelling at a given moment because I couldn't see; but the scent changed every few seconds; there were changes in textures and in the varying degrees of coolness. Five minutes of frenzied chaos elapsed before Carol yelled phase two. The other woman told them to fix the tape on my mouth because I would have trouble breathing through my nose when they sat on my. Monique held my jaw up and the other woman pulled off the tape, tore it in half and reapplied it vertically to the middle of my mouth so I could breath through the sides of my mouth. Carol stood up and I saw her pull off her panties. She removed the chair and then sat on my face. Her skirt covered my face and for a few minutes I couldn't see a thing. I soon felt something wet and rough on my mouth and I could smell the pungent fishy smell of her snatch as she slowly pressed my nose inside of her. She asked me if it smelled nice before she began to grind her body over me as if she were trying to have sex with my nose. My eyes adjusted to the dark and I could see everything: black hair surrounding a gaping hungry mouth as Carol brought it to and from my face. A good eight minutes elapsed as she rubbed herself against me and with increasing rapidity and ferocity. I heard Monique say "You go girl" and laugh. I could hear plenty of laughter from the others and it wasn't long before Carol uttered a moan and arched herself off my face. My face was soaked with juices which tasted just as they smelled. Carol waited a few moments to catch her breath before standing up. Monique said that I was a mess as she removed her panties and proceeded to press my nose into her vagina, begging me to sniff hard before attempting to get off on my face.

Six more women and a couple of hours later they finished. They wiped me clean and Carol said that she hoped that I'd learned my lesson and that I'd modify my behavior accordingly. Monique then asked for the camera and began to take pictures of me on the floor. She said that the pictures might come in handy if I ever attempted to get back at them. I felt a few last tugs on my cock and balls before I felt the cord removed. The women got dressed, slipped on their underwear, stockings and shoes before untying my hands. They began to clear out and I had enough time to pull the tape from my mouth, wipe my face and tell them that they were all fired. It felt like a feeble response to what had happened and hysterical laughter only heightened my embarrassment. I wasn't prepared to admit it at the time but I did quite enjoy the experience and found it intensely gratifying.

Needless to say, Monday rolled by and I arrived at work only to be jumped on, stripped naked and asked to wear a skimpy jock strap which concealed nothing. I had trouble getting to my work as I was too humiliated to really think clearly. At lunch, a few of them came into my office demanding foot rubs. They explained that if I didn't behave I wouldn't get my clothes back and they might send my pictures to some people. I did as I was told and rubbed the feet that were shoved in my face. Several hours and several footrubs later, five o'clock rolled around and before I knew it, five of them were in my office demanding that I sniff their feet. They kicked off their shoes, threw me on the floor and took turns pressing their feet in my face, accompanied my much giggling. Once they were through with me they let me up off the floor and I noticed it was 7 o'clock. I got nothing done, I was behind on my work, and I'd spent a good portion of the day with female feet jammed in my face. Before long they told me not to forget the bachelorette party on Friday and that apparently those women were looking forward to the experience, especially after hearing about how I'd been behaving lately. They told me that my clothes were in the closet before laughing and stepping outside.

I'd concluded that my ambitious plans of building a public relations empire had been shattered. I could no longer think about my work and the others spent most of their time gabbing and reading magazines. There wasn't much I could do but I still wanted to come in to work and I did, knowing full well what to expect. The following days were very much like Monday and the rest of the week followed a certain pattern. I had no plans to attend this party on Friday but once I got dressed and made to leave, the girls muffled me, tied me up and left me in my office, They then told me that the bachelorettes would be arriving shortly and to make them feel at home. That would turn out to be an even more raunchy and intense experience with female feet; but that's another story. Suffice it to say that my life had been completely turned around. the girls ceased to call me Sir but now referred to me as footboy and footsniffer; they told me that I'd been put on this earth to serve as their footstool and not to create a public relations empire. Before being tied up and left for the perverse pleasure of excitable and horny women I'd been asked by my fellow workers to lick their soles clean. They told me that in the coming weeks they would require that I give them foot baths with my tongue. They even told me that I was becoming quite a skilled foot sniffer and laughed. I thanked them since they now required such courtesy of me. I thank them every time they shoved a foot in my face, at least since Tuesday when they mauled me furiously for not thanking them. They drew blood and I still have scratch marks to prove it. Anyway, my life was no longer mine and each of my co-workers had copies of my house keys.

The first home visit took place on Thursday when Carol and three of her friends dropped by to pull off my clothes and to force what seemed to be rather dirty, smelly feet in my mouth for me to suck. I could expect more visits in future, not just by women at the office but be complete strangers appalled by how I'd treated my co-workers. A woman even called the office and spoke to Carol while I was within hearing distance. This woman wondered if I'd be available for a foot session with some women. Carol cheerfully told her that I would be available anytime. I couldn't believe it but I was being prostituted for the benefit of women who had a secret desire to humiliate a man. Anyway, things got worse, beginning with the bachelorette party when about ten women converged on my office to give me an experience I would not soon forget. So, yes, I got my harem, but at what a cost. Nevertheless, if someone asked me if I were happy I would probably surprise myself by saying yes. 1 1


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Zebra Games Ch. 02

By some of the comments received from Part 1 I can tell that there is a definite divide in this website when it comes to interracial sex and the sweet art of cuckolding. Well I love controversy so here comes Part 2. For those of you that enjoyed part one I hope you find part two even more erotic. In this part the fiction really starts to come out. As stated in Part 1 this is a sexual fantasy. There are no rules regarding reality in a fantasy. People can rise from the dead and become ghosts, aliens can make you fly and If there were Stephen King and Anne Rice would be fighting for control of the same street corner so they could sell pencils instead of being the famous writers that they are today.

As for those of you that were so abhorred at having made yourselves read the first part of Zebra Games, well I guess I should apologize in advance. You are going to hate this part so much you'll want to stick your little units into a Waring blender and turn it on to purify. That's okay though. Instead of putting out the usual "don't read this type of story if you don't like it" warning I know you can't resist so go ahead, plug in the blender and delve into the story. You flannel shirt wearing freaks are kind of fun to piss off anyway. Unfortunately the usual rules apply and your comments will be deleted if they don't relate to the story or make any sense.

The personality of Avery Ave. changed quite a bit over the 18 months since that infamous Fourth of July party. Several homes changed hands and new neighbors arrived and I said goodbye to some old friends. Most prominent among them was my closest friend Joe. He decided to move in with Caroline. She owned a rather nice loft downtown. While I missed my friend I knew a black man was better off living with a white girl in a more liberal part of the city. Unfortunately along with Joe went his Fourth of July party. There were actually some people standing in front of his old house on the night of the first fireworks display the first year after Joe moved. I guess they were expecting a party but the young couple that had moved in just didn't get it so the neighborhood's most festive night went away with my friend, Joe.

The big change for me was that I had gotten married to Lis. We had gotten past what had happened that night after the party. One night Lis had told me the truth regarding her experience. How it had actually felt to be with Maarq. Still she wanted a life with me and that was good enough. I found that I loved Lis far too much to let her go. There was enough blame to go around that night and we decided to move ahead. Besides that night was the last time we had seen Maarq and that helped a lot. Lis and I concentrated on each other and six months later we got married.

Meanwhile the other significant home sale was at the end of Lowell St. A couple moved onto the most opulent house in the neighborhood. Daniel Crainer was a banker in his mid fifties and his wife Catherine was in her early fifties and a psychiatrist. They had no kids and seemed to be quite wealthy. I had seen Daniel only a few of times, once when I was introduced to the couple at a party and a couple of times when he was out doing yard work. He had an extensive travel schedule. It was Catherine who had gotten to know everyone in the neighborhood. She was very outgoing and a beautiful woman. She was the kind of older woman that I used to fantasize about as a young boy.

It was cold when I awoke. The kind of day where a choice between getting out of bed and getting a root canal was a tough decision to make. I wanted to curl up next to my wife and stay there all day. It was a Sunday and I might have gotten away with it. I reached over and slide my hand into Lis' pajama tops. I gently ran my finger over one of her nipples. I got a response of "Sleep!" and my hand was unceremoniously brushed away. I rolled over and got out of bed. If it had been early morning sleepiness that had been budding Lis I wouldn't have minded but the simple fact was that lately her sex drive was pretty low and it hadn't always been that way.

The snow had been coming down hard for most of the night. There was a solid 10 inches on the ground and while the deluge had stopped there was more on the way. It was turning into a hell of a New England winter. I put on my boots and coat and I went to the garage. It was just before 7 am and I was the first one out to clear my sidewalk and driveway. The moisture in the air was so thick I could chew on it. There was only one color anywhere I looked, grey. It was as if I had gone completely color blind. I thought it was all at once the worst and best about living in New England.

As I walked my snow blower up and down my long driveway I couldn't get Lis out of my mind. I couldn't understand her. I had a good friend from college. Fred was 6'-3" in great shape and the only thing he had going for him more than his good looks was his family wealth. Needless to say Fred got his share of gorgeous women. I always remembered Fred saying that with women looks had nothing to do with sexual ability or desire. In fact the best fuck Ol'Freddie claimed to have had was a 50 yr old, overweight friend of his mother. Lis was beautiful. She would have been at the top of Fred's or anyone's list. It would have been okay if Lis was an unenthusiastic lover. I had married her for more than her looks or sexual prowess. She had become my best friend. Still when we started going out Lis was incredible in bed. She was in perfect shape, a physical and sexual athlete. While she still had that incredible body something was bothering Lis and it was showing in the bedroom.

I had finished with my sidewalk and was starting on Mrs. Herney's sidewalk. She was our neighbor and was on the corner of Avery Ave. and Lowell St. She was a widow and I had been doing her walk for a few years. I had known her husband Jack. He had died at only 55. Mrs. Herney had been a beautiful woman and at about 60 she was holding on to the last vestiges of that beauty. She had been a showgirl out in Las Vegas back in the day and she had the long powerful legs to prove it. I had admonished myself more than once to stop staring at her legs whenever I saw her wearing the right outfit around the neighborhood. As I turned the corner to do Pat Herney's Lowell St. section I noticed the Crainer's house at the end of the cul-de-sac. I figured that Daniel was out of town so when I finished with Mrs. Herney's walk I started down to the end of the road. I got through with the front sidewalk as more snow started to fall. I worked my way up to the walkway that led to the house. I had just finished when the front door opened and Catherine greeted me.

"So you're the chivalrous one in the neighborhood." She gushed in her husky Texas accent.

"Well I guess I needed what little exercise you get from walking behind a snow blower."

"Come in for some hot chocolate."

I readily accepted the beautiful blonde's invitation. I followed her into the house and took off my jacket. I found that I had indeed been sweating. Catherine was already in her kitchen so I walked through the living room to meet her. I noticed that the room was decorated with some very expensive artwork. The one theme that jumped out was that the Crainer's were collectors of African art. The painting above the fireplace was of a couple of zebras charging across the African plains. In addition the blankets on the couches were black and white and there were a couple of woodcarvings of zebras.

After a brief inspection I made my way into the kitchen. It was large and very modern. All the appliances were commercial grade. I sat at a long rectangular table in the middle of the room. Catherine came over with a couple of mugs steaming with hot chocolate and sat across from me at the table. I noticed how young she looked even at 8:30 in the morning. There were just a few crow's feet around her dark blue eyes and her cheekbones stood out like apples. It was easy to get turned on by this woman.

"You really seem to like the African art especially zebras it seems." I asked inquisitively.

"Oh it started out as just simple hobby but I am afraid that I have become really attached to that animal. I guess I'm a real addict to black on white art." She chuckled as she sipped her drink.

"Well it looks very nice."

"Thank you. Most importantly I have to say I really apprecialte you coming down here. Daniel's away until Tuesday and I don't know any kids in the neighborhood."

"That's what I figured. So when I finished with Pat's I came down here."

"Mrs. Herney too? You really are a hero."

"Well I just felt like being outside so what the heck." I admitted.

"Outside? Today? Denny there's a blizzard falling from the clouds out there."

One look out the bank of windows behind Catherine and I saw that the snow had developed into almost white out conditions again.

"I don't care." I said quietly.

"We all need time to think." Catherine smiled at me and took a sip of her hot chocolate.

"Sure." Was all I could muster.

"Anything else you want to talk about?" Catherine leaned in a little closer.

Oh Lis and I are getting along fine. I guess as long as your marriage is going at 80% that's as much as you can ask for."

"It depends on which 20% is out of sync." I suddenly remembered how Catherine earned her living. "Anything I can help with?"

"Oh I don't know Catherine I guess Lis has been working real hard lately." I wasn't sure how far to take this with Catherine.

"Too tired for the bedroom? You don't have to be embarrassed about it. That's the way it is for all of us at one point or another." She explained.

"Maybe I shouldn't worry."

"Well if you're worried let's talk about it. When did Lis start feeling tired? In other words when did she become less active sexually?"

"It didn't happen overnight. Our sex life was great before we were married and that certainly continued for a while afterwards. If I had to pinpoint it I would say about 8 months ago." I told Catherine.

"Quite a long time to be unhappy." She consoled me.

"I haven't had a relationship expert as a neighbor before."

"Aha! How true. Have you had any bumps in the road before 8 months ago?"

"That's when Maarq Watson came rushing back like a punch to my face. All I could think of was my wife going down on him and then taking his big black dick between her thighs. I couldn't believe this blunder was going to rear its ugly head again.

"Not really." I murmured.

"Denny if I am going to help you with some advice I need to know everything. couples therapy is what I do." Catherine had seen right through me.

I couldn't just walk away now. My neighbor knew I had a very personal problem. At least she was a professional. Catherine would have to keep this to herself so I began to tell her the tale of Maarq and my wife. How he had tricked us into the game of caps and then taken his prize, Lis. Through the whole story Catherine listened intently. I had never been so embarrassed in my life. I was also turned on. I was telling the story to a very sexy woman.

"Denny tell me. You know a lot of detail. Did you witness this sexual act?" Catherine inquired after I finished telling her about the night.

"Ugh yea." I admitted shamefully.

"Does Lis know you watched?" Catherine followed up.

"Oh no I know she doesn't know."

"Denny allow me to get even more personal if I could. Did you masturbate while Lis and that black man had sex?"

"Yes" I was surprised how easily the answer came out.

"So we have to find out why you decided to masturbate instead of breaking up what was happening as well as find out why Lis is acting the way she is." Catherine surmised.

"Catherine, I don't know what I'd do if Lis found out what I did that night." I pleaded.

"Oh she won't find out from me. I want to help the two of you not hurt you."

"So what do I do?"

"Let me talk to Lis. I'll be discreet. If there's something bothering your wife, we'll try and find out."

We made some small talk and then I left and replowed both Catherine's and Mrs. Herney's walkways. Another 5 inches of snow had fallen in the couple of hours I had spent with Catherine. I made my way back over my own sidewalk and then parked my snow blower back in the garage. It was still before noon and the machine had already done a full day's work and I felt as if I had as well. Between plowing the walkways twice and my little talk with Catherine I was drained.

I flopped on the couch and turned on the TV. I changed the channel several times until I found an old movie. I began drifting off to sleep. I was thinking about Maarq and what he had dome to Lis and to me. Could it be that a single night from a couple of years ago was refusing to fade away? Why was it that the worst of memories always seemed to be the most resilient?

As I dozed, I was awakened by Lis' footsteps. She was wearing a pair of blue spandex exercise tights and one of my old tee shirts. I watched her standing over me. I thought how beautiful she looked. She had let her blonde hair grow into a full mane of natural gold. The tone in her legs showed through the tight fitting material and her buttocks molded the pants into two perfect blue globes. If it was possible Lis was in better shape than when we married.

"Honey I'm going to the gym." She informed me as she threw on her full length coat.

"Lis the roads are a mess. I doubt the gym is even going to be open today." I replied.

"I called. They are still open. I'll go crazy if I stay cooped up in here. Besides we need food. I can stop on the way back." I could tell she wanted to get out in the worst way.

"Just be careful. There's two feet of snow out there." The gym and store were practically at the other end of Avery Ave., less than a mile away.

"I will. See you in a bit." Lis leaned down and kissed me.

I went back to sleep secure in the knowledge that I would have a hot meal when I awoke. Again, I thought about Maarq and Lis. The sexual encounter never seemed to go away. Some of the unanswered questions were driving me to the edge of insanity. Did the two meet as lovers after that night? Did Lis enjoy herself as much that night as it seemed? I had never seen my wife as sexually excited as on that night.

I awoke from a fitful sleep with a powerful erection. Why did I always get hard thinking about them? I looked at my watch. I had been asleep for almost three hours. I got up and stumbled into the kitchen. It was mid afternoon and I was starved. I opened the refrigerator and saw the meager pickings on the shelves. Suddenly I reaized that meant that Lis hadn't returned. Even one of her marathon workout sessions didn't last more than two hours. She should have been home by now.

I got on the phone and dialed my wife's cell phone number. I was starting to worry when I heard her answer the phone. Lis was breathing deeply as she said hello. I assumed she was still working out.

"Hey Lis are you okay?" I was still worried and let it show.

"Ugh oh honey. Yes I'm fine." Lis breathed into the phone.

"I was worried. It's been a while and with all this snow. Are you still working out?" I saw that once again it had begun to snow.

"Yea, I'm on the treadmill. Ugh I went to the store first." Lis inhaled deeply, her voice was low, almost guttural.

I was getting hard again just listening to my wife. Suddenly Maarq flashed before my eyes. And then my wife appeared. They were dressed formally and dancing some sort of waltz together. Maarq was in this weird looking tuxedo and Lis was wearing a rather tight fitting black gown with a slit that ran up to her upper thigh. My wife was keeping Maarq at a distance with her arms outstretched in a proper fashion. As I imagined them swaying back and forth I reached down with my free hand and began stroking my cock.

"So how is the workout going?" I wanted to hear Lis' voice.

"It's fine. I should be home soon." Lis' voice was slow and slurred.

"It doesn't sound like your working out." I said.

"What do you mean? I'm certainly out of breath." She came back.

I may have been suspicious but I didn't care. I kept stroking as the interracial couple in my mind continued their dance. Lis was struggling mightily to keep Maarq at bay but her face showed no signs of the struggle. She was smiling as if she was enjoying the occasional contact between them.

"I guess you just sound different that's all."

"Well I'm working out. How do you mean different?"

"You sound sexy is all I mean." I admitted.

"Oh you like me this way huh?"

I was still watching the two dancers as I masturbated myself. Maarq's back was to me. Suddenly they turned and I saw the black man's erection sticking out of his pants. It was dripping with cum. All at once the long black prong seemed to come alive. It lengthened to an inhuman size and began wriggling around like a snake. It began searching for Lis. My wife did her best to keep Maarq away but now it seemed a fruitless effort. She would dodge the black snake each time it struck out at her yet she seemed intent on continuing the dance as well. Instead of breaking away from the black man she just kept in tune to the music. Maarq's penis had now grown to an ebony colored serpent of over two feet. It's relentless pursuit of my wife ended when it found the slit in her gown. The snake slithered into the slit and around the back of Lis' thigh. Then it coiled and struck upwards into her genitals. Both dancers moaned and my wife's body stiffened and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

"You know I think you are the sexiest woman alive." I gushed shamelessly into the phone.

"You'd like me back in bed now wouldn't you?" Lis' voice was now a husky whisper over the phone that jolted me back to reality.

The muscular white woman that was my wife ceased her struggle against Maarq. His snakelike dick was moving freely in and out of her as they continued to dance. The excitement was now drooling out of Lis and down the shaft of Maarq's big dick creating a glistening sheen on the black skin. For the first time the two dancers in my fantasy spoke. "It looks like I have you now." Maarq commented rather matter of factly. "From the first night." Lis replied in the same sex soaked voice I was listening to on the phone. With that she moved closer to the black man allowing the rest of the serpent to ooze into her vagina.

"Are you jerking off for me honey?" Lis inquired, her voice now a high pitched sigh bringing back from my fantasy once again.

"Yes!" I barked back unashamedly.

"That's a good boy stroke yourself for me. I want to hear you cum. If you do it good I'll suck your cock when I get home." The way Lis sounded now she would have made a phone sex worker blush.

As I slowly ran my hand along my stiff cock my mind returned to the dancers. The tempo had become a wild tango and Maarq and my wife were now naked except for a pair of shiny high heels adorning my wife's feet. They move with sexual abandon around the dance floor. All the while Lis remained impaled on the black snake. Every once in a while she would make a meager attempt at escape but like some prey snared by an actual snake she was in her final throes. There was nothing she could do.

As wild as the fantasy had become, for me, it was my wife being taken again by Maarq and although it was driving me crazy I admitted to myself that they looked beautiful together even if it was only in my mind. Finally Lis jumped up into the black man's arms wrapping her legs around his waist and taking the full length of his manhood inside her. The climax of the tango along with my wife's encouragement over the phone pushed me over the edge. I let out a moan and felt a huge gob of cum fly from my cock. I bucked my hips with each burst of semen until I collapsed back onto a kitchen chair.

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Author's Notes: Ok, so I saw the movie last weekend and screen couples that have missing scenes that would define their relationship IMO, like SR and GL, tend to spur on my Muse and Hal Jordan and Carol Ferris just would not leave my brain. I'm taking it from the point where he rescues her. My story did not happen in the movie, so it's not spoilery! I hope you enjoy it. Thanks!:D

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I Need You

Carol's apartment after the rescue:

After setting her down inside her apartment, things became awkward between them just like in the bar the other night.

Carol was the first to speak. "You can take off your mask now …" She frowned and wondered what to call him. "What is your new superhero name by the way?" She couldn't help asking her life-long friend.

"Just … Hal," he replied.

"Just Hal?" she replied chuckling. "Surely, you can come up something better than that? I mean, look at you," she pointed to his outfit which was shining back at her.

Hal decided to remove it if it was making her uncomfortable. He touched the ring and he was standing there in his jeans and shirt like everything was fine between them but it wasn't. He came closer. "Carol I know I should have told you about all of this, but the past few days have been like a whirlwind."

She couldn't imagine what had happened to him. An alien had given him the ring and a new destiny that she could see, but where did that leave her and their on and off again relationship? She didn't know what to think or to say to him now. "Would you like some coffee?" She looked down at herself. "I should probably change; I'll be right back," she rambled then went to her bedroom to change without looking back.

Hal wasn't sure what to do, so he went to make the coffee. "Need any help!" He called teasing her a little.

"I'm fine, Hal," she replied but the zipper was not cooperating. "Stupid zipper," she mumbled.

Her back was to him as he approached her. "Here, let me help you," he said startling her.

"Hal, what are you doing?" Carol asked but held still as he unzipped her dress.

Hal couldn't resist her. Her skin was flawless and it called out for him to touch her and so he did. He lightly ran his fingers down her back like a whisper. "Carol, I don't know what will happen but just know … you won't be left behind. I'll always be here for you. I'll always care about you."

Carol's eyes filled with tears at those statements. She felt the same way about him. He had almost died the other day. He was reckless, cocky, a playboy, far too handsome for his own good, but she did care, maybe more than she should. She closed her eyes and when she opened them, he was standing directly in front of her. He wiped her tear away.

She leaned into his hand but then sanity returned. "Oh, Hal, what am I going to do about you?"

He smiled. "Let's just take it one day at a time?"

Carol wasn't sure if she could live her life that way, but it was a start. She didn't know the future and neither did Hal, but if she continued living in the future and what could happen, she realized she would be missing out on what was standing right in front of her. She reached up and touched his cheek then her hand moved to the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

It had been so long for both of them. They had been barely out of their teens when they had fallen in love and the affair had lasted for years. They truly cared for each other and now those feelings were coming back to the surface. Was it because of his new found superhero status or had it always been there? Hal didn't know, but he cherished these moments with her. This was all they had for now and it was so much more than he could have hoped for.

All too soon, they found themselves naked and in each other's arms holding and caressing each other as if it would have to last a long time.

"I've missed you so much," Carol managed to say between kisses.

"I've missed you too," Hal said then he rolled her to her back and rained kissed across the cheek to her ear then down her throat.

Carol arched her back waiting for him to love her like she needed to be loved, but only by him, only Hal could love her. He was her only lover, had been her only lover. She had to have him. "Hal, please, I need you now!" She exclaimed hungry for him.

"In due time, in due time, we have all night," he whispered as he kissed and stroked her breasts taking a perk nipple into his mouth and rolling it over his lips and tongue with a precision that made her gasp with the sensation. Carol realized how much he needed her and she needed him too. His mouth closed over hers then. Her lips parted under the pressure of his tongue as it slipped inside her mouth, demanding a response. She melted against him. He kissed her thoroughly, as she came into his arms whimpering her need. Carol knew his need, felt his hunger in the intensity of his kisses. His excited moans and rapid breathing fueled her own desire and she clung to him, trying to pull him closer. His fingers moved over her center, as she gasped into his mouth and arched her back. "Please!"

That word, coupled with her tugging motion on his erection, finally galvanized him into action. He positioned himself at the entrance of her body and thrust home in one smooth glide. And then he was kissing her again, his mouth slanting across hers in a deep, consuming kiss as he began to slowly move in and out of her body. Making love to Carol was as natural as breathing to him as his body moved at just the right angle to pleasure her and him, as hearts pounding, lungs straining, they began that climb until they reached the highest peak, soaring together through the heavens.

Finally spent, he lowered his weight to rest gently on top of her, pressing tender kisses to her lips, her cheeks and her eyelids. As their breathing returned to normal, they lay together, Carol's head on his chest and their legs entwined. She had always been in awe of their lovemaking, but she couldn't find the words to describe what had just happened.

Carol finally found her voice. "Wow, something is different about you," she smiled when she felt his chest rumbling.

"I haven't changed, maybe it is the suit and my new abilities that have changed us?"

She leaned up on her elbow to look at him. "You're serious, aren't you?"

"Hey, I'm learning here too. I don't know what residual effects the suit may have left on me."

"Hmmm, you may have a point. Maybe you should see someone about that. I don't want you to be hurt by all of this, Hal. I'm worried about you."

He touched her cheek. "I'll be fine, as long as I have you, I'll be fine."

Then it hit her and she was terrified for him. "Please be careful Hal, promise me?"

He rolled her to her back and kissed her hard loving the taste of her, the feel of her. He could do anything, take care of any enemy, as long as she believed in him and was there for him, everything would be alright. He came up for air after a few moments. "I promise," he finally replied.

She smiled and touched his lips. "One more promise?"

Oh, no, what now, he wondered. "What is it?"

"It's nothing you haven't promised me before, if you would just remember it? I'll give you ten seconds to remember," she said and counted down. "10, 9, 8 …"

"Wait a minute, only ten seconds?" He asked as he wracked his brain trying to remember all the many, many promises he had made and broken. "Humm …" He wasn't coming up with any answers.

Carol continued to count down as she rolled her eyes. "7, 6, 5 …4, 3, 2, 1," she finished counting and waited. "Well?"

"I'm sorry honey, but I can't remember."

"Calling me honey isn't going to help your cause," she replied and tried to leave the bed.

He grabbed her arm. "Carol wait, I know what it is," he said and smiled.

"You do?" Carol couldn't believe it. "Go on."

He pulled her down next to him, kissed her again and then he smiled knowing he had the right answer. "As I recall, when we were on a date, a long weekend date and it was the first time for both of us. Should I continue?" He stroked her hair.

She should have known he would remember his promise. "I'm listening."

"I knew even then what flying meant to you, and I promised never to stand in the way of your dream. And have I ever? You're a very special lady, Ms. Ferris, and I … I adore you," he admitted as he kissed her again.

She kissed him back and smiled when he pulled back. "You're the one whose special Hal; I have a feeling that one day people will look up at you and say what an amazing man he is, and kids will be proud to know what you stand for and what you believe in, and I'll be right there with them.

Hal was truly moved by her speech as he pulled her close, then the ring started to flash and he knew he had to leave. He kissed her briefly. "I'll see you later, Carol."

"Goodbye, Hal."

He left the bed, took a quick shower, put on his clothes and then he held up the ring and he was in the suit. He smiled at her glowing eyes and he had to kiss her just once more. He then shot out the balcony doors.

Carol grabbed the sheet and put it around her as she watched him fly off into the sky. "Wow," she murmured, leaned her head against the balcony door and prayed he would be alright and return as soon as he could.

The end!

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A/N: Man, I can only hope there's a second movie so they can explore their relationship further. But of course predicting what DC will do with the character is anyone's guess. *sigh* I would also love to write more about these two. I hope you enjoyed it! Reviews are love.