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   Author: Max ( max AT cherishdesire DOT com,
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Title: DRAFT - Winter's Lioness
Universe: Erik, Heather, Helene
Summary: Erik needs the comforting his sexy Lioness can offer him in
London.  It's a quick stop over while he's on the run, but Erik and Heather
make the most of it.  Right down to his surprise for addressing her need
for intensity!  Includes some MF, Oral & Vaginal & Anal Sex, Fingering,
Vaginal & Anal Penetration, Female Masturbation, Needle Play, Rough Sex,
and Blood Play, with Implied Shapeshifter.
Keywords: MF, Oral & Vaginal & Anal Sex, Fingering, Vaginal & Anal
Penetration, Female Masturbation, Needle Play, Rough Sex, Blood Play,
Implied Shapeshifter
Language: English
Availability: PUBLICATION ( All 4 Parts: Cherish Desire Singles The
Lioness http://bit.ly/cCDD_TL )

   -------------------------------------------- DRAFT - Winter's Lioness
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   written by Max --------------------------------------------

   MF, Oral & Vaginal & Anal Sex, Fingering, Vaginal & Anal Penetration,
Female Masturbation, Needle Play, Rough Sex, Blood Play, Implied
Shapeshifter --------------------------------------------

   He walked out of the club, nodding to the bundled up security at the
door while wishing them a good weekend, and strode into the cold night. 
There were more shadows than lights, and the crunchy crusting of snow and
ice on the sidewalk contrasted with the black slickness of the pavement. 
His steady gait toward the canal bridge gave no indication that he cared
about the footing or the weather.  Confidence and purpose guided him over
the broken concrete sidewalk, past the boarded up shop fronts and retracted
awnings, and to the water's edge.

   Her breath puffed out in a cloud of ice crystals in front of her fur
hood, and she watched him marching to her.  Maybe it was silly, to meet him
like this, but he wasn't in town very often and she wanted to...  Heather
made herself stop thinking about what she might want from him.  He didn't
know her, not really, and their online flirting was only barely enough to
form an opinion of one another.  Besides, she was still working hard to
make her current long term relationship work.

   But there was something more here, beyond just their dubious perusal of
each other and the way he stalked her and she fed him scraps to keep him
encouraged.  It was right in front of her eyes.  She stood with the lights
from the market behind her, intentionally cloaked and blending into the
shadows, but he came to her with an unerring sense of her presence. 
Heather realized she was gloating a bit.  Leading him to her.  Drawing him
out.  Hunting.  Again.

   They were both predators, but for Heather this was her element.  She
could feel the slow pulse of the city as the canal trickled through the
locks.  This was the home she chose for now, though she was far from the
place she called home.  But he was just passing through, always on the
move, and never settled in.  Heather watched with hidden eyes as he paused
for a moment, right by the canal, and then crossed the glinting blacktop
and came to her.  His leather jacket was still hanging open in the front,
and the street lamps at the end of the bridge bathed him in soft light.  A
cloud of steam was wafting from his shoulders and head, and when he nodded
to Heather her eyes saw the illusory shape around him nod as well.  He was
solid and rugged but his illusory extension was swift and amorphous.  Both
forms approached her, and she prepared for him with her hands shoved deep
in her pockets to keep them warm.

   He called her a lovely lioness.  But he referred to himself as a
monster. She adored his optimism.

   Pleasantries.  Greetings after months apart.  The reality of Heather's
lips and face, and her hair hidden under the hood.  He was surprised she
had put out the cigarette as soon as he left the club.  That red glowing
ember would have been a beacon to guide him, but now that he was here it
was clear her hands had been freezing.  Standing on the stone path next to
the canal, the closed up patio of the coffee shop behind him, Erik looked
at her bundled up formless shape.  He laughed.

   "Oh," she whispered, "you're lovely."

   He laughed harder, the sound of it echoing down the passageway and
skipping over the black water.  The sound of him filled the empty spaces
and the cold night.  It brought the stars into him, and he felt his
connection to everything filling him with cold power.  He didn't need to
hide his hands or his face from winter's icy claws.  He took Heather by the
shoulders, her heavy coat smooth and artificial under his fingers, running
his hands down to her forearms while leaning in close, and kissed her cold
cheeks with his warm lips.  "Ah, the lioness, so far from her native
Africa." He kissed her nose, skipping any formality, being tender if silly,
and added, "I've missed getting in trouble with you."

   Heather was a very pragmatic woman.  She didn't take her hands from her
pockets, nor expose herself to the cold.  But she didn't fight his warm
breath on her face and his questionable intentions either.  "Somewhere
warm, you said.  Nearby?" She wasn't looking forward to another chilling
night bus ride.  He had a room, walking distance from the night club, and
it would be warm inside.  Even her feet were chilled from waiting for him
to finish dancing, to notice her text message, and to come to her side.

   "Of course," Erik replied.  "Holiday Inn, right along the canal and then
a jog to the left to get to the entrance." He nodded toward the cobblestone
bridge that angled across the canal not far ahead of them.  "In the morning
we can slip and slide our way over that stone legacy and get some hot
breakfast."

   He hooked his hand through the crook of her elbow, her coat hissing as
his leather sleeve rubbed the poly-fabric, and they walked together over
the glazing of snow and ice.  Erik never shook nor shivered, and Heather
never protested nor complained.  They were the only souls out in the night,
or so it seemed, and Camden Town was sleeping all around them.

   --

   The lobby was brightly lit with a fake holiday tree and the usual hotel
lounge accessories.  For a moment, Heather licked her lips while glancing
at the bar, but it was shut.  Erik led them to the elevator, and it wasn't
until they were in that steel coffin and ascending that Heather took her
hands from her pockets.  He waited and was rewarded when she pushed back
her fur lined hood and grinned at him while shaking her short hair free of
it.

   The lift stopped, but he blocked her way when the doors opened.  "A
kiss," he murmured.  She acquiesced and when their tongues met, they shared
moist heat while his cold goatee and mustache roughed up her lips and chin.
He backed away slowly, guiding her out of the elevator without breaking
their tender contact, and then pulled Heather to his chest.  There was
subtle coercion, his fingers running through her hair and his hand on her
hip, but Heather knew she could break away at any moment.

   She didn't.  He tasted of something sweet - cola perhaps - and she was
breathing in the fresh scent of his perspiration now that he was out of the
cold.  Heather nipped his lip, catching it in her teeth then releasing his
flesh, and tangled her tongue with his when he cautiously explored her
mouth.  His face was so very cold, and Heather imagined he might thaw and
melt in the warm corridor.  His whiskers were rough but he was being too
gentle, too easy, too...  boring.

   And Erik knew it.  He broke their kiss and winked at her.  "Now that the
soft stuff is out of the way, how about I invite you back to my room?" His
dark brown eyes were twinkling, and there was trouble written all over his
grin.  Her hand was already in his, but she hung back.  "Oh." He looked her
over.  "You know this could ruin everything.  If my secrets ever got out...
if anyone knew the truth about me...  then..." He shook his head
melodramatically.

   Heather wasn't prepared for the ambush that followed.  He had sucked her
in, lured her into thinking she was safe with his boring boyish kisses and
the beginning of some cocked up pickup line.  But then he moved like
lightning, stepping into her legs and tipping her off balance.  Heather
clawed at Erik to keep on her feet and he used that to bend and tuck his
shoulder into her abdomen and then scoop her into the air.  Her coat let
out a rush like it was exhaling, and then it crumpled against her torso. 
Her head swung out and nearly struck the wall, and her feet definitely made
contact with something solid.  But she was left silently punching his back
and kicking his thighs while Erik hefted her onto his shoulder.  Heather
felt the blood rush to her head and then her ribs and guts were being
crushed by her own weight bending her in half.  Erik's firm grip balanced
her in place on the solid perch of his shoulder.  Heather struggled while
being mindful of the precarious way Erik moved underneath her as he began
to walk.

   "Yeah," he said with ease while marching down the hallway, "I didn't
think you would scream." He spoke easily as if tossing a full grown woman
over his shoulder was an everyday effortless thing.  "You get a fair fight
once we're in the room.  Plus some wine for after since you are awfully
tense."

   She kept kicking for good measure, but it was halfhearted at best.  This
was no longer boring.  And a lioness could bide her time and choose her
battles.  Heather deliberately ignored the heat pulsing within her sex and
focused on breathing steadily so she didn't give Erik the satisfaction of
knowing he'd gotten the upper hand.  Riding his shoulder was uncomfortable,
but it would tire him out and give her an edge soon enough.

   --

   He wasn't surprised when she hit him, though the kick to his nuts was a
bit overdone.  Erik laughed and that fired her up.  Two shots to his face,
one to the chest, and another two kicks.  He just soaked the damage, amused
by her mock fury, and sure if Heather had wanted to really hurt him then
she would have done it by now.  This was all foreplay.  Rough, chaotic, and
vicious - just the way she liked it.  She went for his face again, this
time aiming higher to smack his glasses off, and Erik stepped into her
chest and grasped her by the throat.

   "Now, those are awfully hard to replace while I'm traveling." He
squeezed, toying with Heather's fear and anger, and then picked her up
while crushing her airway.  "And I need them to see you stripped naked and
curled up next to me, don't I?" He pushed her back until the bed hit the
back of her legs, and then he let her go.

   She hit hard now.  As soon as he released her throat, Heather launched
into Erik with her fingers tearing at him like talons.  But there was no
soft exposed tissue - his leather jacket denied her any grip on his arms
and his back.  She headbutted his chest, feeling his sternum flex, but it
wasn't enough to knock the wind out of him.  So Heather shot a fist into
his cock and grabbed his testicles.  While she ground them together, Erik
kissed the top of her head, breathing in the perfume of her shampoo while
locking her in place with his arms and chin.

   "Better?" he whispered to her scalp while rubbing his nose against her
soft blond hair.  "Does it feel good to have power over someone?" He
laughed and the rumbling chuckle was right against Heather's face while she
continued to squeeze his scrotum through his tacticals.  "Or is it just
good to have some tenuous power over my cock?"

   It took a moment for the words to filter through her rage.  Then Heather
understood the setup.  She let go and leaned back, Erik opening his embrace
enough for her to sit on the bed and lift her head up to look at him.  He
was amused.  She was not.  With a snort and a growl she retorted, "If you
were that desperate to have a woman grab your cock then you could have just
called Arieta."

   "Ah, but I believe she charges for that." Erik was laughing and shaking
his head as soon as she mentioned their young dominatrix friend, and
Heather felt the tension dissipate and despite herself she was laughing
with him.  With a smile on his face, he said, "It's very good to see you
again." He leaned in and kissed Heather's forehead.  He was careful to
watch for her to headbutt him.  So she tipped her head back, inviting him
in while mocking his caution, and Erik leaned in and bent enough to kiss
her lips and rub the tip of her nose with his again.

   She patted the duvet beside her, and Erik took off his jacket and sat
down.  His clothes were visibly wet from dancing at Electric Ballroom, and
Heather could feel the moist perspiration in his snug fitting shirt when
she pulled him to her with a fist gripping his chest.  He fought her, but
let her win, and when Heather had him close enough she bit him and then
kissed him roughly.  She could feel his teeth pressed against her lips. 
Erik pushed back into her mouth, and his fingertips kneaded her scalp while
he pulled on her blonde hair.  They fell on to the mattress and tugged and
pulled and clawed at each other.  There was enough fire there to warm
Heather up, and she could finally feel her fingers and toes.  He was
playing and enjoying poking her in person instead of over the internet.

   The practical part of her mind was wondering how to explain the redness
and brush burn from Erik's mustache and goatee scuffing her face.  Her fair
skin would look roughed up when she saw her boyfriend the next evening.

   --

   With his hand under Heather's shirt while scratching her lower back with
his nails, Erik paused.  His hard cock was aching and sore, but things
needed to slow down.  Just a bit of pacing really.  He kissed her again,
savouring her lips and how she snapped her teeth shut on his tongue when he
tried to withdraw it from her mouth.  He tapped his forehead against her,
just enough to give Heather a bit of a knock, and she released him.  Her
own hands were on his face, clawing at his temples and along the line of
his jaw, and she seemed surprised that Erik didn't react no matter how much
pain she inflicted on him.  She was used to men breaking.  This was
different.  It sucked her in.  Testing his limits.

   He took a deep breath.  "Wine is on the counter," she kissed him and cut
him off.  "Mmmmhmmmm..." he murmured into her mouth.  When she released his
lips, he continued, "And I wouldn't want to leave a bad taste in your
mouth..."

   "What?  Is it not good wine?" She looked toward the bottle by the TV. 
She felt he had waited long enough.  Heather had had her eyes on the red
wine as soon as they had gotten into the room.

   He laughed at the ruse to distract Heather and untangled himself.  "No,
I'm sure it's fine." He got to his feet, accepted her hand and helped her
sit upright.  "But I'm sure you'd rather I shower before you wrap those
lips and sharp teeth around my cock." He laughed at her squinting glare and
took a few steps toward the bathroom.

   Heather watched him go, her eyes intently focused on his chest and then
his ass.  He was toying with her again, and she wouldn't fall for it.  But
then he caught her off guard anyway.

   "I would enjoy having you join me, but I understand if that's too
personal." In an instant, without any warning, his voice had become tender
and accommodating like he really cared.  Heather was replaying it back,
feeling the emotional wash of hope and interest causing her to blush.  And
then he disappeared into the bathroom.

   Heather puzzled over the invitation, looked at the wine, and puzzled
some more.  She didn't see Erik as sentimental or quietly passionate.  He
wore his heart on his sleeve, and it was cold and hard and dark.  But
maybe...  It wasn't until Erik sent his boots bouncing out of the bathroom
that she realized the door was open, and he was serious about having her
shower with him.

   Disheveled from their wrestling, she fixed her clothing while
considering Erik's intentions.  Somehow Erik had managed to strip her coat
from only one side of her body - just enough to slip his hands under her
shirt and gain access to her back and belly.  Heather lazily slipped the
remaining sleeve off and then took off her boots.  She could do this. 
Heather pursed her lips and ran her tongue around her mouth, tasting Erik's
sweetness mixed with the lingering bitter aftertaste of her last cigarette.
She knew it was another trap, but climbing naked into a shower with Erik
was a trap that seemed to have plenty of benefits.

   For fortification Heather left the bed in stocking feet and checked the
wine.  A nice red and a familiar touch - Erik had selected something from a
South African vineyard.  She found a glass and pulled the already loose
cork.  One pour, one swallow, and Heather decided it was good enough to
pour half a glass to enjoy.  The shower started, but Heather took her time.
She was a creature of habits and delayed urgency.  Carrying the wine glass
with her, she selected a clear space on the counter on the end nearest the
door.  She moved her coat and boots to the floor beside that, and then took
another swallow of wine before pushing off her trousers.  Once they were
neatly folded and placed on the counter, she set down her glass and pulled
her sweater over her head.  Her shirt clung to the inside, static pulling
her hair into a mess, and Heather parted with both tops.  She folded them
neatly as well, now listening to Erik singing to himself in a deep humming
bass.

   She had to sit on the bed to take off her socks, and then it was just
panties and a bra.  Heather finished the glass of wine, and then made sure
the bottle and glass were as she found them.  She looked at her tidy piles
of clothes and then stripped.  Naked, feeling the cold draft from the floor
to ceiling windows overlooking the canal, Heather grinned and stalked to
the man in the shower.  She only paused to grab the terry cloth robe
hanging in the coat alcove so she'd have something to wear after enjoying
his naked body.

   --

   The hot water splashed over his broad shoulders, washing away aches and
pains that had built up since the hard hop into London.  He was traveling
light with just his seventy litre hiking pack and his shoulder bag with his
laptop and notebooks.  The gear wasn't light though, and all that weight
pulled on his bones and roughed his skin where shoulder straps rocked and
cut into shoulders and his chest.  Erik focused on his goals, singing and
humming to a made up opera to mask his thoughts.  London was just a
pleasure stop, a goodbye to all the reasons why he loved the dirty city,
and then onward to Germany.  And then...

   Erik had a small squeeze bottle of body wash in his hand when he heard
Heather steal into the bathroom.  Hear wasn't quite the right word - he
sensed the shower curtain moving from a disturbance of air in the bathroom
followed by a cool draft that stirred the hairs on his arms.  The bright
vanity lights backlit an unmistakable silhouette which approached and
waited.  When she was close enough he could feel the disruption of her
presence, the familiar tingling that always made Heather seem out of place,
and the folding of space that was part of how she hid in plain sight.  Erik
smiled and set the body wash on the soap dish.  Then he eased back the dull
white curtain and held out a wet hand to welcome Heather to join him.

   Her strong grip on Erik's wrist was reassuring.  The door was mostly
closed, but Heather felt very exposed.  She let him help her into the
shower, stepping high over the edge of the bathtub and testing her footing
before climbing into his waiting arms.  The distraction of making sure she
didn't slip allowed Heather to focus on her feet and keep her eyes directed
downward.  Only Erik's supple strength supporting the way she tugged on his
arm and the sight his bare legs and feet were unavoidable.  She closed her
eyes when his fingers lifted up her chin, and Heather felt his fit body
around hers while seeing nothing.  His kisses were gentle but hungry, and
still she held back.  His cock was heavy against her inner thigh, but still
she kept her eyes squeezed shut.  His strong hands cradled her head to his
chest, keeping her from the shower spray as it rebounded from Erik's
powerful shoulders, and holding her close until she was ready.

   He understood her reluctance.  Or perhaps he just sympathized with it.
This moment wouldn't be repeated.  Just one night with his lioness, one
glorious dawn and breakfast, and then he had to be gone.  Before they found
him again.  His hands ran through her hair, exploring the short length and
kneading and tugging at the roots, and he was surprised to feel her humming
while he stroked and cradled her head.  She found his chest with her mouth,
biting it, and Erik felt his back arch involuntarily when Heather's teeth
found an old injury and tugged on the scar tissue that substituted for the
tip and side of his nipple.  She bit harder, not letting go, and old habits
kicked in.

   His nails sunk into Heather's scalp, and he growled deep in his throat.
She responded by pulling on the flesh, pinching it with her front teeth and
tearing a bit free.  There was pink blood in the water running down Erik's
chest and legs and swirling to the drain.  She bit again, trying to pull
flesh from muscle, and Erik began to laugh while still growling.  He leaned
in close, feeling her body fit into his, and murmured to her.  "I would
love to leave scars on you...  for you to remember me by."

   His dark intent was clear as was his restraint, but Heather could no
longer ignore the welts Erik's claws were opening under the cover of her
hair.  She let go, unconsciously licking the blood from her lips, and then
relaxed while embracing him.  Her arms wrapped around his torso and
Heather's hands found his firm buttocks.  She knew he was bleeding, and
took some measure of satisfaction that she drew first blood.  Heating up in
the steamy shower, Heather conveyed her self-pleasure by swaying back and
forth so she could trap and rub Erik's cock between her thighs and against
her pelvis.

   Erik let the heat, pain, and pleasure fill him.  He was so hungry and
empty.  But the most Heather could coax out of him was a thickening of his
cock at half mast.  He hoped for more and was crushed to realize she wasn't
enough.  Her damn near psychotic philosophy on life, her perfect match for
his sociopath tendencies, and still she wasn't crazy enough to draw out the
beast within him.  He whispered to himself, "Africa...  fucking anything
can happen, bru."

   She picked up where he left off.  "It's chaos eksê...  and so very
lovely." She looked up at him, her soft breasts pushing into his hard
chest. "You're so lovely." He wasn't much taller than her, and as Heather
straightened out she nudged his mouth with her nose.

   Her very pale skin contrasted with Erik's tan and the dark hair on his
chest and legs.  Both had well defined builds, but Erik had the bulky
muscle mass typical of a man who worked out and was driven by paranoia to
stay fit.  His concession, a slight belly, still suited his physique and
just softened the overt power of his chest and shoulders.  Heather reached
up and toyed with the white whiskers in his goatee.  He was hard against
her softness.  She hadn't expected or remembered these details.  The rest
of him, all of him including his cock steadily pulsing against her pelvis,
felt natural and surprisingly familiar.

   "You know," he said with a chuckle, "the hot water never runs out here."
Erik tested running a hand over the smooth skin of Heather's arm.  When she
didn't stop him, he ran his fingers up to her collarbone and watched her
flinch as he neared her throat.  His hand slipped down to her breasts,
brushing hot water in semi circles around her areola and then using his
fingertips to tease her nipples.  "And you came to play with me."

   She leaned into his hand, taking a half step forward, and gripped Erik
by his hips.  "You," she squeezed gently, "came to play with me." Her eyes
smiled and dipped toward his chest before looking up at him again.  "So
play.  With me."

   This time his suddenness wasn't a surprise.  Heather anticipated the
moment when he turned her to face the shower wall, and she deliberately
spread her feet to give him better access.  Erik made a note of her
willingness, and slid in behind her with his teeth on the back of her neck.
His nips and biting caused Heather to tip her head back, and then Erik
found his way to her shaved labia with strong fingers grasping and cupping
tender flesh.  She tipped her head forward too fast, forehead smacking into
the shower wall and seeing stars, but the distraction faded to a dull roar
when two of Erik's fingers found their way into her sex.

   He picked her up one handed - with his fingers wedged into Heather's hot
slick pussy and his palm cradling her pelvis bone.  With his forearm across
her chest, Erik kept Heather from tipping to the side, but he could do
nothing about how she whacked her head into the wall.  It didn't seem to
matter much.  Her pussy was clenching, fighting his fingers but squeezing
out her inner wetness to ease their passage deeper between her walls.  Erik
got a feel for Heather's weight, and carefully balanced the force he was
using against her center of gravity.  The water thundered in his ears while
his heart was pounding, but Erik was more interested in his lioness'
response.

   She was sputtering at first.  The blow to her head had caused her to
gasp - and she got a gulp of shower spray and steamy air that caused her to
cough and gag.  Before Heather could catch her breath, her diaphragm and
abdomen clenched in response to the force of sudden penetration.  She
sputtered some more.  He was rushing in - the wrestling on the bed and
their shared kisses was the only foreplay he offered.  Now she could feel
Erik - not just his fingers in her pussy but how powerful he really was. 
Was it terribly wrong to laugh while thrusting her pussy down and grinding
into his hand?  Was it terrible to wiggle her bottom and make him work to
keep finger fucking her pussy?  Was it wrong to tip her head forward,
ignoring the way her forehead hit the shower wall again, so she could bite
his forearm and tear at his tight flesh and muscle with her teeth?  He
brought this out in her, and Heather wasn't about to tell him that every
other man had run away long before she drew blood.

   Erik carefully dragged Heather back from the wall a full step - using
her pussy to pull on her body, and was amused when she took advantage of
the additional clearance to really sink her teeth into his arm.  She was a
biter, and he suspected she enjoyed him letting her get away with that.  He
eased his fingers out of her pussy just enough, and tried to shove three
fingers into her.  But she wasn't having that - Heather squeezed down and
screamed while still biting him when Erik's third finger stabbed into her
opening and stopped with his fingernail digging into her tender inner
flesh. He had to let go; the pain and damage Heather was inflicting was too
much for him to ignore for much longer.  But he was quick to recover and
turn Heather again, this time spinning her around so fast she almost fell
down.

   Once she was pinned to the bathroom wall, Heather could look at him
again.  His chest was still bleeding, and now there was a very angry red
gash and welt on his forearm as well.  But all that was just decoration
compared to the burning fire in Erik's eyes.  Some part of Heather tried to
hide and run away, but the rest of her was grinning and laughing as he came
for her.  Erik ran his powerful hands up her ribs and held her by her
breasts - and then he lifted her up in the most excruciating way possible.
Heather shook and struggled to break free, feeling her tits separate from
her pectoral muscles, but Erik had her back against the wall so there was
nowhere to go.  Only when she opened her mouth to scream did he let her
down again, and then he leaned in close and snarled, "You need a good
thorough fucking, love." There was menace there, and now all of Heather was
hitting the panic button, but that didn't wipe the shit eating grin from
her face or stop her pussy from creaming.

   Erik's fingers found Heather's sex, and she was dripping with thick
slick juices just as he had expected.  He wasn't sure she got off on pain
so much as she liked to inflict it.  He wasn't sure fear was what made her
soaked so much as being challenged and being in the heat of the moment did.
But it didn't matter.  He sunk to his knees, sure Heather was mostly in
shock and pacified, and began fingering her pussy while licking her clit.

   Heather slumped forward as she melted and had to hold on to Erik's head
to keep from puddling and being rinsed down the drain.  His fingers were
rough until he found something, and then he began stroking and rubbing the
same place within her pussy while his tongue lapped and frenched her
exposed clitoris.  He dug a little deeper, seeking a different spot, and
the motion of his mouth translated to his chin which pushed his fingers
against her tender inner walls with a rhythm slightly out of sync with her
throbbing clitoris.  He kept going, slowly exploring in a circle until
Heather felt her pussy clench and spasm.  Then he hit that same spot again,
this time while suckling her clit and drawing part of her labia into his
mouth.  She shuddered in response and felt her arm hair stand on end
despite the hot shower.  He pushed up into her pussy, his knuckles grinding
into her labia and opening, and began fucking that sensitive spot over and
over while Heather seized and spasmed uncontrollably.

   It wasn't long before he found it.  Usually the ribbed flesh just
underneath the clitoris is a woman's sensitive spot, but when that didn't
provoke a response Erik deliberately felt his way around within Heather's
pussy.  He couldn't see what he was doing.  His eyes were tightly shut
because the shower water was splashing against the side of his face.  So he
went on his sense of touch alone, focusing on the weak fluttering of
Heather's pussy and the occasional strong twitches of her abdomen.  His
mouth worked over her clit, tiring out his tongue and then his jaw.  But he
wanted to see if this was even possible - and Erik admittedly had a fetish
for getting women off.  Besides the longer he kept her attention absorbed
by her own pussy's convulsions, the more time Erik had to heal.  His arm
hurt and his chest burned where water mixed with the wounds she had given
him.  Heather wasn't going to be biting him any time soon when she was
holding on to his head and shoulders just to keep from collapsing in
response to how he was playing her clit and pussy like a boss.

   And then his fingers stroked over a spot just barely within his reach,
deep along the back wall of her pussy, and Heather clenched so hard that
Erik almost bit her clit.  As it was, his chin got pushed down and back
which made his jaw ache and his ears ring.  But now he had her.  Erik
pushed his fingers in harder, feeling his knuckles wedged against her
lovely pliable pussy lips, and found the spot again.  This time he was
prepared, and stroked his tongue from side to side over Heather's pleasure
nub while pressing into her moist sex canal.  Heather jumped, twitched, and
sagged on to him all at the same time.  Erik made an executive decision,
knowing he could only sustain this position for so long before Heather's
weight would cause his back and legs to cramp up in the tightly constricted
shower.  He went all the way.

   Her clit ached from the intense vacuum suction, and then Heather moaned
as she felt the rough texture of Erik's tongue while he kissed and licked
her.  Her hands slipped to his shoulders, and she barely had the strength
to keep herself upright against the shower wall and not slide down to the
bottom of the tub.  His fingers began pumping in and out of her pussy, and
Heather grunted as she tried to push up with her feet but instead only
Erik's knuckles punching into her bruised labia were lifting her body. 
Deep inside, her tender walls was beginning to tighten and spasm, but it
was covered up by the soothing sensations of Erik's hard working tongue. 
She breathed deep, trying to relax, but her heart was still pounding.  For
a second it seemed like Erik was giving up, and his tongue and mouth came
away from her clitoris.  She could feel how hard he was breathing through
the motion of his head against her abdomen and his heaving shoulders.

   One last try.  Erik drew back his two fingers, feeling the dead weight
of Heather's nearly limp body on his face and shoulders, and then he
stroked three fingers deep into her pussy.  Her feet kicked at the sides of
the tub, trying to find purchase, and Erik was sure he had clawed her
again. But now he knew what he was going for.  His fingers sought out the
spot deep inside of her pussy, feeling along her spine, and Erik began to
tease the hell out of the sensitive warm folds of Heather's sex using just
his curled fingertips.

   Heather's sight blurred and only the endless drumming of the shower
water could make it through her overwhelmed senses.  Her belly heaved and
her pussy squeezed down so hard that Heather thought she'd piss herself. 
Her hand found the soap dish on the way down the wall, and she made an
effort to push up before it was too late to recover.  Awkwardly twisting in
the process and steadying herself with one hand on Erik's head, Heather was
unprepared for the next wave of convulsions.  The air was forced from her
lungs as her diaphragm heaved in response to a series of intense pussy
contractions.  Heather was left gasping while grabbing on to Erik's head.
His hair was too short to grip or she would have pulled out handfuls while
struggling with how her sex was ecstatically clenching while the strength
in her legs melted away.  When he kissed her clit, Heather's mouth hung
open and she was breathless as she orgasmed and squirted all over Erik's
three fingers and his chin.  It drained everything from her, and Heather
felt her wobbly legs and arms give out.  She sunk into Erik who tipped to
the side and protected her head as they slid to the bottom of the tub.

   Tangled up like that, Erik had to work very carefully to ease himself
first to his knees, and then back up into the water.  Luckily the shower
head was a wall mounted wand, and he could reach back into the spray and
push the flexible hose up until the head came free and crashed down on him.
For a moment there was water everywhere, and then he had the shower wand in
hand and aimed it away from them.  His body ached while he tentatively got
to his feet, then he held on to the soap dish while offering Heather his
hand so she could sit up.

   Heather was worn out.  Her belly ached from the intensity of the orgasm
Erik had given her, and her head hurt from smacking it into the wall not
once but a few times.  And she was decidedly in the afterglow and totally
uninterested in moving.  But she let Erik try, because it amused her and
required no effort on her part.  Until he got smart, grabbed the shower
wand, and aimed it directly at her bruised labia and oversensitive clit.

   "Oy," she sighed.  "Haven't you done enough?" The water actually felt
kind of good, but Heather wasn't about to let her body betray her a second
time.  The hard stream of water impacting on her swollen lips actually
hurt, but her thighs were twitching from the drumming spray of water
rinsing her labia and clitoris hood.  She felt it was best not to tempt
herself.

   "C'mon you.  Sit up and we can just cuddle for a bit in the water."

   Heather peered at Erik through half lidded eyes.  He was hiding
something.  "Cuddle.  I bite.  Or don't you remember?"

   "Smart ass.  All sass, no happy ending for me, eh?" He chuckled and
stood up, dodging Heather's half hearted kick at his ankle.  "Well I'll be
in the bedroom then, got to get my rest if I'm going to look good at
breakfast with such a fierce beauty." Then Erik gestured toward his chest
wound.  "After I bandage things up a bit." He winked.

   If she hadn't been so relaxed, Heather would have stopped him from
going. But it was effort, and she was comfortable and warm.  There was a
momentary draft when the shower curtain opened, but then it closed and the
only sound was Erik humming to himself while the shower spray beat on the
end of the bathtub.  She let the warmth soak into her body, relaxing, and
smiled while enjoying the heady pleasant after effects of her vigorous
orgasm.

   --

   He was reclining in bed when Heather came out in the terry cloth
bathrobe she'd hung on the bathroom door.  All the pillows where propped
behind his back, and he was reading something on his laptop.  The lights
were dim and the curtains partially drawn, but as soon as Heather turned
off the bathroom light, the lights of the market across the Camden Locks
canal were visible.  The exposed floor to ceiling windows were splashed
with reflections bouncing off the black water and thin crust of snow and
ice.  Only Erik's LCD screen glowed brighter, and Heather walked by the bed
to look around.

   There was no moon, only a few market lights and lamps along the canal
path.  The hotel had its own coloured trim lighting which made an oddly
regular shape on the wavering surface of the dark canal.  So close to
Christmas there were a few holiday lights decorating the market courtyard
nearest the canal, but only one of strings was powered.  Heather imagined
she was seeing the flickering progression of the Cyberdog lights bouncing
off the sky in the distance, but she couldn't be sure.  Things got darker,
and she turned to see that Erik had closed his laptop and was standing in
the shadows.  Heather stepped around the chair by the window and went to
him, reaching out with a hand so she didn't stumble into the end of the
bed, and only when she was a few steps away did he whisper, "Careful, I've
poured you a glass of wine."

   Eyes adjusting to the dim room, she checked the counter and saw her
glass was gone.  Heather took his advice and crossed the remaining distance
between them slowly and deliberately.  Then he wrapped his arms around her
and gave her a hug.  "Glad you made it out of waterworld," he kissed her
cheek.  Then his hand found her own, and he carefully guided her by touch
to the wine glass on the bedside table.

   She picked it up and scented it.  The hot shower had thawed her sense of
smell - and the wine had a nice bouquet though a bit sweet.  She swished it
in the glass very carefully, not knowing how full the glass might be, and
was happy the wine didn't slosh over the edge while she gave it air.  She
had a sip, consciously not taking a large swallow in front of Erik, then
another, and looked at Erik with a question on her face that he could not
see.

   "It's a Cape Vintage Reserve," he murmured in response to Heather's
silence.  "It was recommended by a friend, but since I don't drink - I
can't say if it's good or not." He shrugged and eased himself back into
bed. "Always think wine and alcohol taste like spoiled fruit or petrol. 
Never developed a taste for it."

   Heather thought about that and took a sip.  So only one glass because he
didn't drink.  She had known that but it was still strange in person.  The
wine was a nice red, probably not something she would have selected for
herself, but a rather friendly gesture.  Especially since it wasn't given
she would have ever come back to the hotel room with Erik.  "I should go,"
she said at the thought, and when Erik didn't respond, she took that as
agreement.  She was stepping forward to set the wine glass back down and
find a lamp switch when Erik reached out to her belly.

   She stood still while his hand worked the loose tie of the terry cloth
robe and released it.  In the dark he could not per se see Heather, but he
was quite capable of understanding where she was and had gotten a very good
look at the shape of her in the shower.  Her skin felt hot to the touch, so
Erik took his time working his hand along her belly to her hip and then
applied enough pressure to pull Heather to him.  It's not like she was
really resisting, and he knew that.  She just needed to be reassured he
still wanted her after the hunt was over.

   He did.

   He allowed Heather time to sip more of her wine and then set it down. 
And Erik laughed when she pushed her way into bed and on top of him.  "You
stole all the pillows," she glowered once she was right over his face, and
Erik could smell the wine and her natural fragrance surrounding him.  Then
her hands pushed down on his chest, and Heather raked her nails from his
pecs to his waist - delighted to discover he was completely naked. 
"Mmmmmm...  and what's this?" she murmured while leaning forward to kiss
and lightly bite Erik's belly and then his pelvis.  "Something tasty I
think." She kissed his limp cock and warmed it with her breath.  "But left
out in the cold too long." She laughed at her own joke, and then brushed
her robe out to the sides.

   When Heather straddled him, Erik wasn't sure what to expect.  But then
she lowered herself down, spreading her knees and thighs, and covered his
cock with her heated pussy.  It was better than any mouth or kiss, and
stirred life in him despite Erik's earlier misgivings.  He couldn't see
Heather retie her robe shut, trapping her heat in and directing it toward
his cock, but he felt her rocking back and forth while teasing him.

   His hands reached down and found hers waiting.  She gripped his fingers,
and tugged on him while she ground against his penis and pelvis.  "So
lovely," she coo'd and then wiggled from side to side to align his
thickening cock with the spread of her moist labia.  "So easy, too," she
sang to him in a soft tenor.  Still crushing his fingers, Heather lifted up
and leaned forward.  It took several tries, but finally she was able to
separate Erik's cock from his pelvis enough to fit his glans into her lips.
"Is this what you wanted?" Even in the darkness the flushed heat of that
evil grin could be felt.

   Erik let Heather ride down his shaft and then sighed contentedly. 
"You're getting me nice and wet..." he chuckled.  "So I never asked how you
feel about having your ass fucked." He let the thought hang in the air for
a moment.  "Because it's probably not safe for me to cum in you bareback."

   By now Heather knew that the sudden clenching of her pussy and the way
her fingers intertwined with his gave her away.  But he wouldn't know
whether it was the idea of him cumming in her pussy or the offer to slide
his wet cock up her ass that excited her.  He'd have to guess while she
enjoyed the way his pulsing member was caressing her inner walls and
teasing the places he'd bruised earlier getting her off.  She grinned and
knew her eyes were ringed with balefire as she said, "I'd like to see you
try." Then she pinned Erik to the bed and began beating her pelvis against
his to make it clear how much control she had while her pussy swallowed his
cock and drooled onto his balls.

   He let her set the rhythm, her grinding and bruising thrusts rocking
Erik's entire body and causing the hotel bed to shudder underneath them. 
His lioness was right, of course.  If this was just a matter of leverage
and weight then she had him flat on his back with no choice but to accept
her dominance astride his cock.  But there were no rules like that, no
limitations that held him back.  Erik's hands wrapped around Heather's
thighs, his thumbs pressing into the top while his fingertips sunk into the
muscle and began separating meat from bone.  He anticipated her response as
he held her in place over his pelvis.  She tipped forward, expecting the
pain Erik was trying to inflict, and she drove the heels of her hands into
his chest.  He winced - and Heather remembered the bleeding bite wound.  In
the dim light her fingers sought it out, intending to claw, scratch, and
tear at Erik's flesh until he knew her power.

   Vulnerable during the moment of mental transition from one goal to
another, Heather lifted up just enough for Erik to seize his opportunity.
His hands slipped inward, his thumbs curling until they dug into Heather's
wet labia, and then he pushed down with his legs while sitting up.  There
was a moment when Heather knew she could flatten her body against him and
retain control, but Erik stole it from her as his teeth latched on to her
collarbone and he pulled her sideways with him.

   They fought, thrashing at one another while the duvet and pillows were
brushed off the bed.  Heather made sure to reward Erik's opportunistic bite
with twice that, but he was not concerned with her tearing his skin again.
Erik lashed out in controlled bursts, letting Heather grapple but not
allowing her to latch on to him for long.  And when she saw his savage
smile caught in the soft glow from the window, Heather locked up knowing it
was already too late.

   Erik could smell her all over him, filling the room with her scent, and
it made his blood burn and his heart race.  She cut and scraped and clawed
at him, powerful in her own right, and he felt her occasional gloating
words try to crack his resolve.  He had to have her, and she knew it was
just a matter of time, but together they had to battle to this conclusion.
Feeling the ache in his forearm where her crushing bite had ripped muscle
and bruised bone, Erik drove his palm between Heather's breasts and
delivered a precise strike to her solar plexus.  He felt the way her legs
went rigid before his hand delivered a stunning blow, and then her body
lurched involuntarily as Heather felt her life breath leap from her lungs.
She had to gasp to draw it back in.

   There was a lingering doubt deep in Erik's mind as he disengaged and
dragged Heather to middle of the bed.  She was coughing and sputtering,
cursing him, but it was her pride which hurt more than anything else. 
She'd know next time not to let him keep a distance between them.  He
smiled knowing that.  He also knew that next time, or maybe in just a few
minutes, Heather would nail him with the same cheap shot if he didn't
distract her.

   But he had a distraction already planned.  Erik tossed the pillows and
duvet away from him, and Heather kicked them off of her.  They were both
radiating heat and the cold air in the small hotel room felt good.  He
turned on a few small LED reading lights, providing just enough glow to
guide him to the iodine, cotton swabs, and a tea saucer piled with sterile
needles.  "So you like it in the ass," he murmured to draw Heather's focus
to him.  "But I understand you love the prick of a needle sliding into your
skin, dragging through your flesh, and tugging swelling and then erupting
out of your skin again." He chuckled at Heather's instant silence.  "So if
I give you this," he gestured with his hands full, "will you roll over and
pull your ass open for me to enjoy?"

   Forcing herself to be calm, regaining her composure after being
partially stunned, Heather glanced over the heap of plastic on the saucer
and then up at Erik.  She could see him now, her eyes had been adjusted to
the dark room and now the harsh white glow of the LEDs was more than enough
to light Erik properly.  There were welts on the left side of his throat
that flowed down into his chest hair from her claws.  There were dark
blotches on his arm, chest, and ribs from her bites.  Heather ran her
tongue over her lips and realized she could still taste the iron from his
blood mingling with the cask flavoured wine.  She licked her lips again. 
Erik tasted good in her mouth.  Only the ache from her chest and the
painful shallow breaths she was forced to take reminded Heather she had
been in a struggle.  She smiled and rearranged the pillows so she could sit
upright.  "I won."

   "Of course you did," Erik shrugged.  "Would I want a lioness who
couldn't win?" He elegantly turned around her proposition while making it
clear he was attracted to her violence as well as her mind.  His display of
caution approaching the bed was intentional though, and they both knew he
was anticipating her revenge for letting him get in a cheap shot.

   With a laugh Heather spread her feet and began fingering her wet lips
and then stroking her clit.  She knew how to get into Erik's head - she
didn't need to kick or punch him to stop him in his tracks.  "So...  my
ass..." she said slowly as he drew closer.  Rolling her neck from side to
side, Heather tried to take a deep breath and then exhaled when it hurt too
much.  "I guess that depends on how good you are with those."

   "Oh," he murmured.  "But they come with a special treat.  You'll see."
He set the saucer and iodine on to the bedside table and then pulled two
swabs from the mass of cotton in his hand.  "First though, we need to make
sure you aren't dirty."

   Heather kept playing with her pussy, enjoying how it distracted Erik,
and not minding the way her biceps pushed her breasts together and put them
on display.  Her fingers dragged over her plush labia, and she toyed with
stroking her clitoris hood from side to side.  At the same time Heather
watched Erik's preparations.  He poured some iodine onto one cotton swab
and then wiped down her forearms.  Her skin stained and darkened as the
solution soaked in.  Erik was very deliberate and drew distinct rectangles
on her arms, and Heather was amused that he took such precautions.  The
fact that all of this was well planned in advance didn't surprise her one
bit.  But in the heat of the moment, Erik's clinical detachment was fun to
toy with.  When his second cotton swab was placed on her tit, Heather
looked up long enough to make it clear she was allowing Erik to touch her.
Then she leaned back into the pillows and let her arms fall to the sides of
her torso - giving Erik full access to the round curves of her breasts and
the swell of her nipples.

   He took it in stride, but Erik wondered what price he would pay for
Heather's willingness.  It was no surprise that Heather continued to
encourage him, spreading her legs further apart to let Erik wipe her outer
labia and then her thighs down.  She was teasing him by being so willing
and eager - and it was becoming clear this was now a battle of minds.  He
grinned anyway.  It was a rare to find a woman who enjoyed needles so much
that she was comfortable with him temporarily piercing her nipples and
lips. To find that in a proud lioness made Erik's cock quiver in response.
His injuries were forgotten, and if doing exactly what Heather wanted meant
she won again, then he was perfectly fine with that.  After all he was
getting far more than he could have hoped from his last night in London.

   He double checked his work, looking for any spots he missed, and was
glad that the iodine showed well on Heather's pale white skin.  There was
no need to say anything, the sting of the needle and the scratching
sensation under her skin would communicate much louder and far more clearly
than words.  Now and again Heather's eyes lit up with mirth while staring
at Erik's chest while he worked - blood was slowly matting his dark curly
hair, and Heather licked her lips every time she noticed it.  He disposed
of the used iodine soaked swabs, and then spread out six individually
packed needles along Heather's abdomen.  She sat there and watched him with
eager eyes.  Erik was reminded of how his father always made him get the
belt for his punishments.  Now the needles were there, resting on her skin,
and he could see the look of anticipation in Heather's face.  The moment
hung between them and her eyes darted from looking down between her breasts
and then back to Erik's grin.

   If he had expected her to initiate things with a gesture then Erik made
no sign of it.  He undid the first needle, pushing it through the plastic
wrap, and then sliding the hard plastic shield off the business end.  With
two fingers pushing down and stretching the skin, he punctured Heather's
forearm and then intentionally took his time driving the needle through the
top layer of her skin before watching the inevitable crowning and exit half
an inch away.  There was a single drip of blood, and Erik smiled at the
subtlety of the fine needle and its impact.  He was certain that he saw
Heather's abdomen clench and her pussy lips wetten in response to the
sensations.  But her arm was still limp and only the slightest twitch of
her fingers indicated she had felt something.

   "Another?" he asked to give Heather a chance to breathe.  She lifted her
arm up and looked at the coloured plastic end of the needle, then back at
him.  A slow nod and then a dreamy smile were the only response she gave.
Erik realized Heather was slipping into her own headspace.  He didn't need
to ask to continue.

   The second needle was a bitch - no surprise after the first had been so
well behaved.  It went too deep and Heather shivered as it plunged below
the epidermis and into a bit of tissue before emerging again.  She reacted
to the third and forth like she was being stung by a wasp, and Erik had to
be extra cautious that he didn't stab himself or lose his grip.  The
heightened level of sensation showed as tension built up in her body - her
forearm flexing and her fingers curling as the needles drilled through her
flesh.  The fifth was beautiful - Heather actually arched her back and came
off the bed and pillows as the hollow steel slid through the thin skin
halfway between her elbow and wrist.  He stopped there, letting Heather
catch her breath, and then retrieved the sixth needle from her lap.

   As soon as he unpacked it, Heather fought him.  She could tell his
intent, and she squeezed her legs shut, trying to hold him out, but Erik
could tell her heart wasn't in it.  With a hand on her abdomen, he could
feel her heat and the tension in her belly.  He gently pushed her into the
bed and waited for her to relax.  It took Heather a few minutes to regain
her self control, and Erik waited until she moved her feet and bent her
knees to give him full access to her sex.  Her breathing was shallow and
rapid, preparing for the shock to her nervous system, so Erik slowed things
down a bit and first blotted Heather's wet labia with a fresh cotton ball
and then swabbed the right one with iodine again.

   None of that really mattered though.  As soon as Erik had a grip on her
lip and was pulling it out from her pelvis, Heather was vibrating and
struggling to hold herself still.  He didn't mind so much, but it made the
delicate work between her inner thighs much more tricky.  With the uncapped
needle held tight between his thumb and pointing finger, Erik had to use
the back of his hand to push her inner thigh out while his other arm fought
the way her knee shook against his elbow.  He imagined Heather's
anticipation of the moment the needle entered her was far worse than the
reality of it, so Erik didn't wait any longer.  He stabbed the narrow tip
into the outside of her outer labia and pushed it in intending to quickly
pierce the tender skin of her lip.

   The sting caused Heather to double over, clamp her thighs together on
Erik's hand, and turn to her side all at once.  She felt her head dully
thump into Erik's shoulder while the needle passed through her lip's
sensitive flesh.  She moaned as the tip of the needle then pierced her
other labia, diving inward, and it was impossible to escape the feeling of
the needle tip digging around and scraping the inside of her tender folds.
Through all of this Erik was a solid mass, and Heather couldn't move him no
matter how she kicked and twisted.  A part of her knew that she had to calm
down, had to flatline, had to stop moving because every twitch made the
pain worse.  But her animal nature was intent on escaping the pain at any
cost.

   Heather's body thrashed against Erik like a thousand birds beating their
wings against the sky.  He was repeatedly hit in the jaw, chin, and
shoulder by her head and knees.  He maintained his grip on the needle
despite her scissoring thighs crushing and tugging and turning his wrist
ninety degrees.  He hadn't expected this intensity, but now he was
committed to the ride.  In the back of his mind, there was a rational
debate about the merits versus risks of two more glasses of wine before
going forward.  He persevered as he always did.  How many times had Erik
lost control?  How many times had his rage and paranoia pushed beyond the
limits of the ordinary?  He was lucky to see this side of Heather even if
it meant she would probably never share this with him again.

   Usually Heather was just inside of her head, comfortably craving the
intensity of something that could pierce her shroud.  But somehow Erik had
ripped that away, and she was naked, shivering in shock, with the intensity
of what he was doing and how vulnerable she was screaming in an endless
crescendo within her.  Desperately trying to understand what had happened
while still rattled by the wiggling needle gouging into the tender inside
of her labia, Heather fought to enforce calm on her body.  But she was
betrayed, and only when exhaustion and fatigue finally reduced her to a
shuddering ball of knots was Erik able to guide Heather onto her back and
ease her thighs apart so he could free his hand and withdraw the needle. 
It hurt almost as bad coming out, and there was a wet slickness running
down and over her anus that Heather imagined was blood gushing from the
pierced folds of her sex.  Despite her internal shutdown, she could feel
Erik's voice murmuring to her, blending harmony into the sound of her
internal screams and the broken rhythm of her breathing, and his hands
began massaging and caressing her body.  She swallowed down a dark blend of
saliva and blood - Heather had bitten her lip - and willed her legs to stop
shaking.  Erik was there, hands on her muscles, warming them while his
fingers kneaded flesh and soothed her frayed nerves.

   When Heather opened her eyes she saw him through the pain - lean sinews
straining to hold back the tension and concern trapped in banded muscles
flowing from his arms into his broad shoulders, his shadowed cheeks and
deep set eyes watching over her like a worried physician, and still
decorated with the visible wounds that he seemed to neither notice nor
feel. She reached up, hand trembling, and touched his shoulder.  Erik's
quiet words guided Heather's thighs back together, and then he reluctantly
moved away from her to pull the duvet off the floor and cover Heather.  She
helped, arranging the duvet just below her breasts, and then reached out to
feel his arms while Erik looked her over.  She stared at him while his
shadow loomed over them both - an inky block mass of distorted rage and raw
power.  Then he pushed back her hair and kissed her.

   Erik felt the flush on Heather's face with his lips, and the salty taste
of her tears danced on the tip of his tongue while the natural dark musk of
her fear and arousal filled his nostrils.  He was hard and aching, but
Heather was broken and gone for the moment.  He pulled back, his fingers
stroking her forehead some more and brushing into her mussed hair, and then
he remembered her glass of wine.  Erik had to ease Heather into a sitting
position while being careful not to brush the needles in her forearm.  She
held the glass in both hands, still a little shaky but already showing
signs of improvement, and Erik only needed to keep two fingers on the
bottom so Heather didn't spill.  She swallowed the remaining contents of
the glass in a single gulp, and they both made faces at each other when she
pushed the glass back to him.

   He chose to ignore the way Heather was intentionally squeezing her legs
tightly together, knowing she was still reacting to being penetrated so
intimately, and retrieved the Cape Vintage Reserve bottle.  He poured, she
swallowed more down, and then he refilled the glass again.

   This time Heather took the time to breathe in the wine, to enjoy it, and
then moved her fingers and wrist to test the sensations from her arm.  The
needles made the skin feel tight and disrupted, but they didn't really
hurt. When she rocked her wrist forward there was a slight ache but it was
only a degree or two more intense than a hardening sunburn.  She still
couldn't will herself to let her inner thighs stop clenching shut.  The
spreading wetness over her vulva and running down from her lips was more
noticeable than the distant memory of the sharp prick of the needle.  But
in her head there were still alarms and relapses playing out while Heather
worked to pull herself back from the edge.

   The fact that Heather was self aware enough to test the sensations from
the remaining five piercings reassured Erik that she was coming around. 
He'd been too rushed, too hasty, too hungry...  It didn't matter.  He had
wanted it all in one night, and then screwed it all up.  How many things
had ended this way in his life?  He looked her over again, wondering how to
piece it together, and suddenly she was there.  It caught him by surprise.
One moment, Heather was struggling to reassemble herself.  In the blink of
an eye, she was suddenly composed and attentive.

   Heather stretched her fingers, working through the sensations of her
skin being pinned like a butterfly in a specimen collection.  She could see
Erik's confidence wavering, but she let it go for now.  She stretched her
arms out in front of her and experimented - watching the difference in
appearance.  The drips of blood flowed a little quicker from the needle
tips while Heather flexed and moved her wrist.  She smiled and swallowed
down the last of the urgent appeals of her conscience.  Now she was ready
for more.

   "That," she sighed, "hurt." Heather's voice sounded rough even to her
ears, and she ran her tongue around in her mouth and moistened her lips
before continuing.  "But now I'm only half done." She wasn't surprised to
see how wary Erik was about continuing.

   He offered her the wine glass, buying time to think about options, but
Erik knew he wouldn't say no.  If she was composed enough to ask then he
would willingly shatter her again for their mutual pleasure.  Well, mutual
was a rationalization.  He'd do it again to see Heather lose control and
then help her put the pieces of the puzzle back together.  So what if it
just meant they were both mad.

   With a wave of her hand, feeling the unnatural tension of the needles
rigidly holding her skin, Heather dismissed the wine glass.  "Oh, but I owe
you a reward..." she whispered to Erik.  Her soft laughter was all the
proof either of them needed that she was free now - free and utterly
unhinged.  Heather waited for the glass to be set down so she'd have Erik's
undivided attention.  "Finish my arms and my legs," she kept her voice low
so he would need to come closer.  "And then I will bend over this bed and
you can pound into my ass or my pussy however you want." The last words
were just a wisp of shaped breath from her lips to his ears.  But the
intensity never faltered.

   Erik rested his forehead on Heather's cheek.  She felt him nod and
acquiesce, and then she rocked her head from side to side until Erik got up
and she could stretch.  Her body was still tense and anxious in
anticipation of the needle pricks, but Heather was her own master again. 
She rocked her buttocks and hips, settling into the mattress and feeling
how the duvet trapped heat against her flesh, and then watched as Erik
returned to her side after fetching a wash cloth from the end of the bed.

   "What's that for?" she asked with her eyes focused on him.

   Erik shrugged, "To wipe up your cum - you exploded all over yourself
when your labia was pierced.  I'm sure you can feel it soaking you..."

   Heather shook her head slowly.  "That's my blood, dear."

   It was his turn to chuckle.  "No.  You orgasmed hard enough to nearly
squirt.  Your ass must be soaking." Erik gestured to the tiny drips of
blood around the piercings in her arm.  "You didn't think such small
needles would bleed that much did you?"

   Admitting he was right while not changing her convictions, she asked,
"So why the wash cloth?"

   He took a deep breath and then let it out.  He had nothing to fear here
except himself.  "Because I will need to blot your labia before
re-sterilizing them and then I can put each of these needles in." The worst
she could do was admit it was too much and reject what he wanted to do.

   Heather thought about it long and hard.  She picked up her glass of wine
and finished it.  Then she thought some more.  It wasn't the decision that
made her uneasy.  It was knowing that she had so little control of her
possible reaction.

   --

   The second needle was agonizing, and Heather bit into the pillow she was
intentionally holding over her face.  She flinched from the sharp sting and
then locked her legs until they shook as the needle passed through the
outer surface of her lip and burned all the way until it exited further
down.  Heather couldn't tell how Erik was arranging the needles nor what
they were doing in her tender flesh.  Her neural mapping of her sex kept
crashing to the bare minimum of over-sensitive and over-stimulated.  The
third needle stole her breath along with any conscious words she had been
stringing together into a sentence, and Heather again suffered the sting
and the burning and then the tugging as the needle tunneled its way out.

   She got lost in the sensations.  With her eyes shut and the pillow
trapping her hot breath against her face, Heather was only aware of the
temperature gradient across her body.  Her nipples were pert and hard like
pebbles in the cool hotel room.  Her back was wet with her sweat.  Her abs
were burning hot from contracting and cramping.  Her sex was flushed and on
fire.  Her ass was moist from juices that Heather was still convinced
included blood from her pierced labia.  Her legs were aching and cold,
spread to the sides with top and bottom exposed.  Add to this the sting,
number four piercing her while Erik's strong fingers pinched and pulled on
her pussy to drag her lip outward, and now the feeling of the medical steel
passing through her, and Heather was starting to float on her own endorphin
high.  Number five, oh god, lower and so close to her ass that Heather felt
her sphincter being tugged outward with her labia while Erik shoved the
needle through the thin skin fold.

   Then he let go but the relief was replaced with fresh anticipation of
more when Erik pinched the top of her right labia.  And the process started
all over again.  Heather didn't count this time.  She was becoming more and
more aware of how high she was and how her pussy was fluttering.  The
stimulation was sexual and asexual at the same time.  Heather felt her mind
and body divide, and instead of the conflict earlier, now it was clear that
both were comfortably drifting in their own riptides.  She was slipping
away, the tension easing in her body, and then she felt Erik gathering the
folds of her clitoris hood in his fingertips.  She may have wiggled,
encouraging him, feeling the pressure just out of reach of her sensitive
nub.

   Then she shrieked and came crashing down to the mattress, an angel
ripped from heaven and fighting the demon who was suddenly sitting on her
chest.  The needle exited the other side of her clit hood, stretching the
skin before punching a hole through it, and Heather screamed into the
pillow so hard that she gagged and had to swallow repeatedly to recover. 
She tossed the pillow off of her, and tried to look down at Erik without
moving anything below her neck.

   "Oh, I could do a second one, but I think that was enough," he said
calmly.  He lifted up slowly, his elbows and forearms coming off Heather's
pelvis and thighs, and then Erik spread his fingers wide and stretched
them. "It looks," he glanced down at his handiwork, "extraordinarily
pretty. Like a holiday tree."

   Shaking but still afraid to move, Heather reached down with her right
hand to feel for the needles.  Erik dissuaded her, catching her questing
fingers and holding them to her belly button.  "A hand mirror is a much
better idea.  Or a photo - I could use my phone and you could see it right
now with decent lighting." He ran with that idea and got up, grabbed his
phone, and swyped his way to the camera app.  "Just hold still."

   Heather was trapped.  She didn't dare clench her legs together, but she
wasn't sure a photo was something she wanted anyone to have.  It took too
long for her to make up her mind though.  The flash went off in stages and
then Erik carried the phone to her, holding it so she could see the image.
She had to close her eyes and reopen them to focus more clearly.

   Running from top to bottom, the wide coloured plastic ends of the
needles stacked neatly one above another with only a slight offset.  The
round curve of her mons now had an arrow shape hugging her opening.  And
above that, going from left to right, was a single horizontal needle
through her clitoris hood.  Heather closed her eyes and tried to feel the
individual needles, but all she could do was picture the photo in her mind
and feel the lingering stings and burning from her sex.  It made her laugh
after a few moments of silence.  She wiggled her hips - and the pain didn't
increase.  She tipped her pelvis, and there was no sudden stabbing or
scraping from the tip of a needle catching adjacent flesh.  Heather knew
she might stick her inner thighs, but she could still close her legs a bit
and flatten out her knees.  She did just that and then opened her eyes to
look at Erik.

   He was just waiting.  Heather eyed him closer.  Erik's nostrils were
flaring when he breathed in and out, and his shoulders seemed set with
purpose.  She cocked her head and reached down for the duvet, but the
question on his face made her pause.  Then she understood, thought it was
absolutely crazy, and rejoiced at the idea at the same time.  "Oh, you are
lovely," she muttered evilly.

   Erik watched while Heather tested her range of motion and then awkwardly
lifted her left leg out while turning on her side and then belly.  She
pushed up with a wince, and Heather paused to look at her arm where the
needles were beginning to ache.  But then she continued until she was on
her hands and knees.  She shuffled around a bit, pulling the pillows and
putting them under her chest, and then said, "Ok, I'm ready."

   Erik already knew that.  He had felt her slick juices flowing out the
entire time he was play piercing her lips.  But now he'd get to enjoy
plunging his cock into her bottom while knowing she'd feel the needles
pushing back and forth within her outer labia.  He got up, moved in behind
her, and used his thumb to massage and test her anus.

   "Me, too," he replied.  And then he lined up and plunged in.

   --

   There was no timid hesitation.  Erik took her like a conquest that had
long been promised to him.  Heather shuddered from the powerful thrusts
that pounded Erik's cock deep into her ass.  Her boyfriend's big cock had
been the key to their relationship, but Erik used his tool with effortless
force and shifting angles to make Heather acutely aware of how much he
enjoyed this.  She had spent a few years on her belly and back in a
chemical haze while cocks thrust in and out of her openings - but Erik made
this experience memorable and crisp.  And Heather never had the opportunity
to become bored - the stinging and tugging of her tender flesh against the
needles and the recurring rhythmic drumming of Erik's pelvis against her
buttocks engulfed her completely.

   Each hammer blow to her ass drove Heather's head into the pillows.  A
part of her tried to rise above the roaring of her pulse and increasingly
sloppy sounds of her sex, but she lost the thread of her thoughts as soon
as they took form.  It seemed Erik could sense any internal reflection, and
he stole Heather's waking moments from her before she was even aware of
them.  His teeth nipped her shoulders and the back of her neck.  His hands
cradled her breasts.  His fingers rolled and pinched her nipples.  His body
surrounded her and left her only one choice: to move with him.  Every
breath was full of his scent.  With his entire cock buried in her ass,
Heather felt his growls and sharp inhalations mix with her matching grunts
and moans.  She rested on the side of her face while reaching back and
gripping Erik's thighs in her hands.  The piercings in her forearms brushed
against her sides, and Heather delighted in the intensity of sensation that
ripped her out of reality.  Her vision was full of colours pierced by
lightning flashes.  Her ass swallowed Erik's manhood, and her hands urged
him deeper.  Her buttocks ached while they were spread further apart.  And
then Heather felt his cock twitching and spasming - the entire length of
his rigid shaft moving within her bottom.

   Erik's orgasm triggered her own deep release.  Heather's pussy was
frothing with her juices, and when her walls clenched down Heather felt her
wetness splash outward onto Erik's scrotum and thighs.  It was such a
powerful climax that she went limp underneath him, and Heather was barely
aware of him withdrawing.  She was passed out, blissed on endorphins, when
he returned to clean her up.

   --

   Heather turned in bed to escape the sun streaming in the window and
sounds from the markets and streets.  A recurring crashing noise kept her
from drifting off - perhaps they were emptying the rubbish bins - and the
jarring tinkling of a thousand bottles being smashed while loaded into a
lorry shook her the rest of the way awake.  Despite her exhaustion, she
scanned the room quickly.  Something...  someone...  was missing.

   Her mind struggled to piece things together more clearly, but then she
felt the need to pee and set everything else aside.  She got out of the
strange bed and made her way straight to the bathroom.  Eyes closed,
sitting on a cold toilet seat, Heather felt the tension release inside of
her.  She felt sore, and her fingers picked at her forearm.  The tender
bruising caught her by surprise, and Heather remembered more of the
previous night in brilliant flashes of sensation.

   The toilet paper didn't come away bloody when she blotted herself, and
Heather was thankful for that.  Her arm ached, and her labia burned, but
mostly she remembered being promised breakfast, and where the hell was
Erik? She got up, washed her hands, and decided it was time to go.  The
fact she saw Erik's backpack and bag were gone on her way to fetch her
clothes made that even more apparent.

   Panties and bra, trousers, and then Heather paused to fuss with her arm.
The iodine had stained the skin and it was turning yellow.  She pondered
how to cover that up from her boyfriend and realized it wasn't an issue
unless the boy made it one.  She pulled her shirt and sweater on, and
checked on the wine out of habit.  It was all gone.  Heather wasn't sure if
that was an accomplishment, but she'd check it off as an indicator of a
good night.

   Only when she got to the door did she see Erik's note stuck in the
doorknob.  Heather grabbed it, read it quick, and then tossed it in the
bathroom trash.  She double checked to make sure she had her phone and her
wallet, and then Heather left the hotel room - letting the door swing shut
and lock behind her.  She had to walk carefully around her bruised fleshy
lips and tender anus - a lingering reminder that Heather enjoyed.

   --

   Erik was waiting in the Dev, quietly reading a newspaper while sipping
cola.  Heather slipped into the pub, spotted him, and made her way to his
table.  Erik's only response was to scoot over to make room, and then
finish the article he was reading.

   "Hey," Heather interrupted.  "Pay attention." She nudged his ribs while
pulling her arms from her coat.  It had been brisk outside, but the bit of
snowy and icy cover on the sidewalks was now banished to shadows and quiet
side streets.

   He turned and looked at her, his eyes clear and bright, and then he
asked, "Do we kiss now, or are you undercover again?" Erik glanced around
and it was obvious that he recognized a few folks in the pub.  His status
as an interloper was very apparent to him.

   She didn't care.  Heather kissed him on the cheek and then licked his
lips.  He relaxed a bit and she teased him.  "Who finished my wine?" Her
right hand found Erik's thigh while she deftly pulled a menu out from under
his paper with her left.

   Erik leaned into Heather's shoulder.  He kissed her back and shrugged
while enjoying her pleasant scent and smile.  "I'm guessing you did. 
Though you were pretty out of it when I took out the needles." He
unconsciously stroked her arm, and then pulled his fingers back when she
flinched.  "Yikes, sorry.  Bad habit - I always know where the sore spots
are and touch them."

   "Well that," she rolled her eyes, "could get us both thrown out of
here." Her fingers gripped Erik's cock through his tacticals and she gently
squeezed.  Then Heather rocked on her butt in the seat beside him and
laughed.  "So you said you had to leave?"

   "Yeah, late breakfast then off to Germany.  Some people seem to have
taken an unhealthy interest in me.  So I figure I should spend some time
just learning new things and set off in a new direction." He tipped his
head toward the menu in Heather's hand.  "Know what you want?"

   "Sure, glühwein.  But they only have that in Germany." She smirked. 
"You ordering?"

   "Of course." The thought that maybe Heather could visit him in Hamburg
or Berlin cheered Erik up a bit.  It was already hard to say goodbye to
her, and Erik had to flee the hotel room early so he wouldn't extend his
trip and just curl up with Heather for the rest of the day.  Leaving her
soft naked body had been a real struggle after experiencing how well they
fit together.

   Heather gave him her order, and he repeated it back.  Then he got up and
let the bar man know what they wanted.  If he noticed Heather watching his
ass then what of it?  Erik's last meal in London was spent sitting beside
his lioness.  When next he saw her, she would want to see his scars, and he
would need to tell her why he was running from Winter Solstice.

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