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 Dominic Seventeen (MF)

   Ron wiped the blood out of his goggles.  It had been tougher than he'd
thought to get to the front gate.  He'd seen this place in a picture at
Ellen's mother's.  He hoisted the backpack full of ammunition higher onto
his back and adjusted the x of bigger rounds across his chest.  It would
need to be a bloody battle.  He'd had to put a bullet into Alexander once
he'd figured out why Ron wasn't too afraid.  He'd stolen silver from the
family as well.  If they thought they were werewolves, he'd oblige.  Now,
that silver would be used to wipe out a pack.  That's if he had to do that.
Once he was through to the main corridors it was easy to slip to the upper
viewing deck for the thrown room.  He'd wait for her to be viewed.  They
did that every once in a while to make sure the girls were breeding well.
The first time he saw it, he nearly creamed his pants.  They just spread a
girls legs for the world to see.  It got him horny just thinking about
seeing her again.  The crowd below seemed nervous and rushed.  A table was
set up and roasted meat and vegetables were placed on slabs of wood.  A
large fabric was draped over both massive chairs and giant bear skin was
hung behind the thrones.  The torches were all lit.  Ron backed away from
the light as he set up his gear.  He was surprised no one had come up here.
He saw a series of women line up and be inspected by a regal looking dark
black woman.

   "Not one of you look enough like her to fool him, damn it.  Get out of
my sight," she threw a plate of grapes in their direction and they
scattered.

   She summoned a man and shrieked, "Bathe her!  Make sure she is fully
awake!  I can't have her seen covered in....Just do it!"

   He saw the reason for the woman's nervous anger enter.  Rousseau
strolled in as if he owned the place.  Ron resisted the urge to shoot the
bastard.  He would wait until he saw Ellen.  Killing the guy as she watched
would really rekindle their relationship.  He would be master again.  He'd
take her as the jerks blood covered her beautiful body.  He moved farther
back into the darkness as Rousseau turned and looked directly at him.  No,
he couldn't possibly be able to see him all the way up here.

   ***** I was escorted by gunpoint to a shower.  I washed all of the dirt
and sperm from me that I could.  Those torturous women with the combs and
brushes came in.  I snatched a comb and brush from them and growled.  They
left me to work on my own head.  The two ponytails were tangled from the
uncountable days that I had been in that stupid pit.  I got back into the
shower and washed my hair out.  I braided it in two neat plaits going down
to my nape.  The French braid was like a crown that would last for a few
days.  They gave me a soft white shirt and linen pants to wear.  The shirt
tickled my breasts as I pulled it straight against my body.  The women came
back in and I was given a pair of flat sandals and my hands and feet were
oiled.  More gunmen greeted me at the door and I was taken toward Stella's
chambers.  I tried not to show my fear, but my legs refused to move as we
got closer.  The cocking of the gun nearest my back made me move slowly. 
We passed Stella's place and I continued to walk.  Was I going to Louis? 
He answered my question when he stopped the procession.

   "Where are you taking my bitch?"

   "We take her to the meeting room...."

   "Why?"

   "It is at the queen's request."

   "Why is she dressed?  This bitch isn't to be dressed until..."

   "My king, she gave express orders to have her fully clothed and shod."

   Louis parted the guard and put his hand on my head.  I moved away and my
reward was a hand to my breast.  He looked me directly in the eye as he
made the nipple respond through the softness.

   "Whatever the queen wants you for won't take long.  I'll go with you, so
that I get you right after that."

   His touch was not out of admiration.  It was to affirm that I was more
than ready for a good hard stroking.  He held his grasp on my breast as we
turned corners and were moved to a wide corridor.  I could smell the
outside air.  I knew I'd be dead before I got two steps, so I stayed on the
set course.  A massive carved door opened to a wide table.  Stella sat nude
with her legs together and her hands clasped.  She looked up at Louis and
shook her head at him.

   "Husband, let her go," her voice quivered.  Something really had her
spooked.

   He dropped his hand quickly and said, "Stella, you know you said I can
do whatever I want with my bitches."

   "That's the thing.  She's definitely not your bitch.  You've got a
hundred other ones..."

   "You're takin my bitch?  Just when I've broken her down...."

   "Louis watch your tongue.  You should have told me she belonged to
someone else."

   "That doesn't matter.  She's here with me.  What difference would it
make?"

   "It matters when the Unnamed is her mate."

   "Give it up, Stell.  He's been gone since before I was born.  She's
mine," He laughed and went to grab his queen.  She shoved him away.

   A bell sounded as a side door opened.  James peeked in and raced
straight for me.  I was scooped up and squeezed before I could acknowledge
that he was with me.  He squeezed my body to him as the door creaked again.
He set me down so that I could see Dominic and Rousseau enter through the
same door.

   "What are they doing here?  Guards, take them," Louis yelled.

   Rousseau lifted one hand and the men moved back to where they were.

   "I let you live, pup.  Why did you take her?"

   "Who are you to claim my bitch?"

   "She's no bitch.  She's a queen," Dominic growled weakly as he rested on
the wide table.

   "Fuck you, bitch.  No one was talking to you," Louis growled back.

   "You want to know who I am, Louis, son of Andre, son of Sego, son of
Francois...."

   "What the fuck are you saying?"

   "I'm a big dog.  You don't want to mess with me."

   I felt everyone draw away from me.  A fire filled the air as I watched
Louis' puff himself up.  He wouldn't back down this time.  I moved with
James to sit at the far end of the table.  His arms were wrapped around me
more for his benefit.  Dominic came to the other side of me and put his
hands on Jimmy's shoulders.  They were shielding me.  From what?  I heard a
loud crack.  I looked to see if everyone was okay.  James gazed down at me
with his usual smiling eyes.  I looked toward Louis and he was holding his
arm.  He aimed his wrath up above my head.

   "Rousseau said he was up there."

   "The little cock sucker's probably been waiting for a clean shot at
Rousseau the whole time," James smiled down at me.  He squeezed me tighter
as we all moved under the overhang for the balcony.  Another shot rang out
and it whizzed past Rousseau's face.  He tossed his head up to his foe and
gripped his fist.  He brought it to his chest and I heard a sliding up
above.  Something fell down to the ground, but didn't land with a thud. 
Inches above the ground, Ron looked into my eyes.  He seemed relieved to
see me, but strange.  He tried to right himself, but Rousseau pulled him
toward his feet.

   "You don't listen very well, do you?  You little gnat," he nearly
yelled. This was the first time I'd ever heard any feeling in Rousseau's
voice.  It made the hair stand up on the back of my neck.

   "P....Put me down, Monsieur," Ron demanded.

   "You don't get it!  I gave you a chance to walk away!  I told you your
place!  Go away!"

   "No!  She's my wife!"

   He held his eyes on me and I knew he thought he could control me.  If
Dominic couldn't do it anymore, how could he?  I walked over to my ex and
he held out his arms to me.  It was easy to make him drop them to his
sides. Even easier to drop him to the ground and rid him of all of that
worrisome ammo.  He held my wrists in an attempt to bring me in closer.  I
obliged by introducing my knee to his package.  His howl was almost a good
one.  He dropped to the floor and let out a series of high pitched coughs.

   He looked up at me and whimpered, "You bitch!"

   "Yeah, so?" I squatted down and said, "What's your point?  You take me
away from my family and my...Rousseau.  You expect me to smile and go, `Oh,
Ron.  I'm so happy you trashed my life!  Why don't you fuck me anytime?'
Well, I'll never do that.  You hurt me.  Most people that hurt me don't
live very long.  Just go home.  I'm sure there's some trash bag ho who'd be
happy to have you."

   "Baby, just think about this.  That guy's older than your father and
they gave you to him.  He may not look it, but he's at least in his
sixties. All of these people.  You don`t know them.  You know me....." I
felt something rise in my throat.  Ron's pathetic sputtering made matters
worse.

   "Ron, I'm older than almost everyone alive today.  Would that help you
to get her back?  No.  I haven't asked for her.  I may never do so.  She is
in charge of the situation.  That's your problem, isn`t it?  She's in
charge," Rousseau had resumed his smooth controlled delivery.

   "You can't honestly think I would stop trying to win you back, do you?
I`d rather kill you than watch you..."

   As I stood over Ron, the fullness in my throat turned into a pain.  I
opened my mouth and a frightening roar flowed out.  Before I got control of
myself, my hands closed around Ron's throat and I pressed my knees into his
chest.  He squealed and attempted to relieve himself of my suffocating
pressure.  I felt a pair of hands under my armpits as James dragged me off.
Ron crawled away and Rousseau ordered Dominic to take me out before I
change again.  My throat was sore, but I didn't feel any hair or anything
coming out.

   Dom whispered, "Let's not press the issue.  Ron will be taken care of. I
guarantee it.  Why don't you just come outside.  We brought you some of
your things."

   I felt full of energy.  I wanted to be done with Ron for good.

   "You shouldn't kill him now.  I think Rousseau plans on doing it for
you," James softly added.

   "I don't know," I tried to convince myself.  "Maybe he can live."

   Dom got me to Rousseau's car which was waiting outside the last gates. A
very quiet man named Roger opened the door for us and seemed unconcerned
with my appearance.  He offered us sandwiches and turned on the air
conditioning.  Dom made the barrier rise between us and the driver.

   "You don't know anything about him, do you?  This Rousseau."

   "What should I know?" I let him run his hand along my waist.  "I know a
little less than I knew about you when we first got together."

   "Baby girl, I'd just let him do what he likes.  He's a good man."

   "So why did it take you so long to get here?"

   "I was there.  I just couldn't get to you.  You wouldn't have wanted to
see me, anyway."

   "I would have.  Even if you were up some guys ass."

   "It's not like that and you know it."

   "It is like that.  Don't deny it.  I can sense my pull isn't what it
could have been..."

   "I still want you.  It's just I have Jimmy.  He's extremely resourceful.
I might choose to share him with you, if you don't want Rousseau."

   His hand slid under my shirt.  "What about a little passing of the time
until our respective others return."

   "No."

   "I don't want to fuck you, babe.  Believe me you don't want me inside
you after what I've been through.  What about a little cuddle?  I promise I
won't go below the waist."

   "And spoil the fun?" I opened my arms and draped myself on his body.

   "It was terrible.  A wall of women jumped on me.  Bodies smothered me. I
found myself surrounded by woman after woman until my knot formed and they
couldn't get off.  They yanked her poor insides out without a care.  I
tried to fight them, but they just rode me."

   His arms covered my body and he got comfortable under me.  I felt him
breathe on my face as he continued, "I never knew a man could respond when
he didn't want to.  It's a strange thing to know that you'll probably kill
someone if they don't stop.  With Jimmy, I'm not afraid I'll kill him. 
He's tougher."

   I shushed him and he fell asleep after a short while.  The image of him
surrounded by a bunch of corpses made me understand the fear he'd had for
me.  Why he hadn't been inside me more often.  He'd maybe never get over it
or back to me.  Dominic was trying his damnedest to get off of my list. 
His inviting scent lulled me into a half snooze until James and Rousseau
opened the car door.  James crawled in and pulled me onto his chest.  He
rubbed my shoulders and kissed my forehead.

   "Let's see, now," he purred as he grabbed my hands.  "Your fingers are
well.  Do you have all of your toes?" He made me laugh.  The sound seemed
to frighten Rousseau.  He looked into my eyes and I wanted to know more.

   "Yes, all ten toes," I answered quietly.

   "Oh, my dear, let's just get you home." James pulled me in and smelled
my neck.

   Rousseau sat emotionlessly watching as the limo drove.  away.

   "You are getting close to me again?"

   "I don't know," I purred.

   "You shouldn't," he caressed as his hand gripped my ass.

   I felt Rousseau move toward me.

   "I should be watching my cousin take liberties with you.  Shamefully, he
doesn't know about black women.  They're more easy with their bodies than
anyone."

   He ran a finger over my ear and kissed my face.

   "I can smell it coming on," he whispered.  "Your body is ready.  Are
you?"

   I sat up and looked at him.  His smile was gentle and a little taunting.
Rousseau's gaze ate at the side of my head.

   "Don't you agree, Rousseau?"

   "Ah, agree?" His voice was just as aloof as ever.  "I'm not sure what
you asked."

   "Your hearing is better than mine.  Or, is it you weren't listening?"
James pointed a finger at my chest and I looked down.  The shirt draped
down to expose the roundness of my breasts.  The edges of my areolae peeked
out from the collar.  I moved the collar back up to drape across my neck
again.

   "I do enjoy the way that your cheeks warm up without changing color,"
James smirked as he ran his fingers over my jaw.  "Your sister was like a
flame when it was her time.  I can feel that you will be as well"

   He reached for my breast and I struck his fingers.  Rousseau moved to
kneeling and gripped James' arm.

   "I knew you'd finally come forward when I tested you."

   His face was inches from mine as he reached to keep his grasp on James.
I pulled away from the confrontation.

   "You can't help it, now.  It's just a matter of time until you decide,"
James hissed in Rousseau's face.  "Will you give in to it, or will you
fight it until she picks another?"

   Dominic raised up and put a hand on my thigh.  Rousseau moved closer to
me face and pulled his hand away.  His eyes searched my body and he sat
back down on the seat.  He focused on the scenery on the road to the
airport.

   The outgoing girl that I was, I slept through the flight and missed
three hours of something.  When I did wake, I looked around.  Everyone was
looking at me.  Did I snore?  I felt my face to make sure I wasn't drooling
and looked again.  There was definitely something happening.  I looked over
at where James had been when I fell asleep.  I jumped back when I realized
I'd been resting my head on Rousseau.  I'd snuggled into him when I rolled
a little closer.

   Dom nodded at me gave me a half smile.  The plane landed gently and we
got off quickly.  Still tired, I allowed myself to be escorted through the
terminal and to a waiting limo.  Dominic took my hand and was greeted with
a low rolling growl.  Rousseau.  Dom's response was to speak in a language
that I knew I hadn;t heard before.  His words to Rousseau didn't stop the
sound that seemed to flow through him.  He snapped a few more words at
Rousseau and the big man looked into me.  He had me as the sound slowly
died.

   "You've got to stop doing that," sighed Dominic.

   The all consuming gaze slowly turned into an indescribable shame in
front of me.

   "I am trying," Rousseau struggled.

   His shattered facade made me surprised.

   "Now, I'm gonna help get her into the car.  You are gonna let me,
because she won't make it on her own."

   "I can't."

   I watched Rousseau's hands move toward me.  I jumped back and felt my
mouth stretch into a grimace.

   "You see," James piped in.  "She's started.  I'll put her in the car."

   James gave me a tug toward the open door, and I got in slowly.

   "Okay, just relax and we'll get you home," Dominic smiled as he slid in
opposite us.  Rousseau got in next to Dominic and we drove.  I curled up on
Jimmy and he sighed, "Don't get used to me, honey."

   The men continued to speak in the language, and I thought I caught a few
words I knew.

   "You've got to be up with the times," James added his point in English.

   I was carried up to my room and a selection of foods was waiting on a
table.  I ate an orange and part of a ham sandwich so my stomach wouldn't
wake me during the long sleep I had planned.

   Ryan came in as I took off my pants.  He offered some p té on a cracker.
The crunchy rich spiciness settled my nerves as he clucked over my
condition.

   "They didn't feed you down there," he grumped.  "They should be ashamed,
You've got to be fed well or you don't breed."

   "I ate.  Just not a lot," I laughed it off.

   "You'll need all the food you can get.  None of the fruit.  Protein."

   "Huh?" I munched on a piled high cracker.

   "The Rousseau is nervous.  I haven't seen him eat yet.  I hear he's been
aggressive toward anyone who touches you."

   "I ...  guess."

   "when you're rested, it'll probably be time.  He's been very generous,
so far.  Most dogs just take you to task right away.  He's a good man to
let you get to know him, but he might not be able to control himself
anymore."

   Rousseau entered and they all left me.  He'd pulled his deep red hair
back into a tight ponytail and changed into a loose shirt and pants.  It
made the bigness of him obscure.

   "I'll stay until you sleep," he whispered.

   The covers were up to my chin quickly as he sat at the foot of the bed.
He really was a muscular man.  I'd never thought of being near a man so
large, let alone having one in my bed.

   "I don't quite know what to do, Ellen.  You'll have to help me.  The
last time, there was a ceremony.  I know I haven't been the most amiable,
but it's been a very long time since I've been this...charged," he gently
explained as he exposed my foot and ran his fingers over the top of it.

   "I know," I sighed as he continued his movement.

   "I'm trying not to do what comes naturally, here," he cooed.

   "I'm trying not to, too," I barely spoke.  "How do I stop this from
hurting you?"

   "I may hurt you, but it is part of it right?" My voice rolled out so
quietly that I could barely hear myself.

   "Yes, but I want our first time to be pleasant."

   He continued to speak, but I didn't listen.  My body relaxed and I
drifted away.  I still didn't know much about him.  When I came back to
consciousness, I smelled James again.  That pleasing, soothing smell drew
me close and I snuggled in.  I felt a hand caressing the cloth on my back.
Jimmy's soft movements let me rub against his side.  His stillness allowed
me to put my hand on his bare stomach.  It was firm and wide.  I took my
head off of the pillow.  Rousseau didn't stir.  His hair spilled out of the
ponytail in wisps of crimson across his face and pillow.  The hint of a red
beard had started across his jaw.  Did he smell that much like Jimmy?  I
watched his chest rise until I was convinced that he was asleep.  He really
wasn't so menacing when he was out cold.

   I slipped out of bed and went to take a wash up.  My body wanted a good
hot long bath, but I wanted to be clean and out before he woke up.  I
showered quickly.  I brushed my teeth and dried off before I noticed
Rousseau was fully awake and watching me through the reflection.  He'd
fixed his hair and put on a pair of pants.  He asked a question with his
body.  He leaned forward but twitched his fingers.  How was he to approach
me?  My first instinct was to clutch the towel to my body and let out a
scream, but his fear seemed more immediate.  I fought the need to be modest
and let the towel drop.  I watched him pull in his breath.  It had to have
been a very long time for him to react this way.  I saw his chest heaving
as his eyes roamed my body.  His timidity made me a little aggressive. 
`Let's get this show on the road,' I thought to myself.  I moved toward
him, and, as I thought he would, he backed up and fell into a chair.

   "Look," I snipped as I watched his shoulders hunch.

   "How long has it been?"

   "Too long," he uttered.

   "How long?" He didn't want to answer, so I dropped my ass on his lap. 
His green gold eyes flickered as he thought.

   "Forty years," he finally admitted.

   "Wow," I hadn't meant to say out loud.

   "Most of that time has been spent waiting for you," he blushed.  It
seasoned his face and made him more of a boy than I would have liked.

   "Forty years?"

   "My body is very well adapted to the life.  You may not live as long."

   "Well, you still respond, don't you?"

   "Yes, I definitely do."

   "Okay," I smiled as I maneuvered myself to straddle him.  I felt his
legs tremble under me as I moved my breasts closer to his face.  I kissed
his forehead and ran my fingers over his hair to the ponytail holder.

   "Let's get rid of this," I quietly instructed.

   He hesitated for a moment then let his hair go free.  It thickly flowed
down his head and over my hands.

   "Now, your objective would be to get inside me, wouldn't it?"

   "Uh, yes, but not so abrupt as that," he answered.

   "I'm very interested in you doing that, but if you don't get moving
soon, I'll have to go.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes."

   "Good.  What will you do?"

   He moved his hands to my waist and moved me forward.  "Where would you
like me to start?"

   He reached to connect our lips.  His mouth coaxed mine open and capture
my tongue.  The gentle invasion of my mouth stopped my next question.  The
straight forward approach worked better than I thought.  I felt something
firm under my ass.  IT rubbed deliciously between my legs as I rocked to
make his pants uncomfortable.  He moaned as I pressed against his member.
My breasts tingled as they massaged his chest.  He pushed me off of his lap
with a great deal of force and closed his hands over his crotch.

   "I'm sorry," he immediately said.

   "It's okay," I smiled, though my ass wanted to be mad.

   "I won't let you do that," he scolded me.  Ha.  I'd already done it.

   "Then, how should we do it, Rousseau?  I need to make sure we're
compatible.  I won't be by myself.  I need a man.  Will you be that man?"

   "Now?"

   "Yes, now.  When did you think I meant?  Damn, boy!  What do I need to
do to make you give it up?"

   "Give it up?" His puzzlement just made me more angry.

   "Give it up.  You know, like mounting me?  Wrap my legs around your hips
and stick it to me!"

   "You're vulgar.  You need to change your tone."

   "Or what," I tested, "you'll put me over you knee and spank me?  I wish
you'd even think about that.  You know I could take you.  Is that what
you're goin' for?"

   "You think you can bait me into sex," he calmly responded.  "How naive."

   "Fine.  Fuck you, then." I grabbed my robe and headed for the door.

   I felt a flow of energy build in my head and rush to my eyes.  I put on
my robe, rubbed my eyes, and opened the door.

   "Don't fight me," his voice came up behind me.  "Don't do this.  I can
feel it building."

   I let out a cry.  It wasn't out of fear.  I needed ...  My pussy was
doing the thinking.  He wasn't promising any action.  I heard running
coming up the stairs.  He pulled me back into the room and searched my
eyes.

   "Just try to calm down," he begged.

   "I am as calm as I can be, now.  It's coming.  I need it.  You won't
give it."

   Dominic rumbled from the door with James right behind him.  They both
put their hands on my arms and pushed me to the wall.  Rousseau let out a
roar, and knocked James aside as if he were a bug.

   "Fight it, Ellen!  You can still stop this," Dom whispered in my ear as
he put his hand through my robe.  I pushed him back.  He jumped back and
pushed Rousseau aside with a growl.  Rousseau's response was to shove
Dominic to the ground.  I looked down at Dom's now yellow eyes, and I knew
what was influencing me.  I felt the old urge to sink my teeth into his
milky white skin.  Rousseau held me up against the wall with my arms pinned
to my sides I growled at him and struggled.  He calmly held me still until
I stopped moving.  Dom sat on the floor and stroked his package.  He knew
he'd get his chance if I refused Rousseau.  The blood rushed to my crotch
and I felt cold between my legs.  Rousseau's lips went to my ear and the
cold heat inside me built.  I moaned my need and Dom stroked my legs. 
Rousseau kicked him off.

   "You'll come for me, won't you," Rousseau whispered as he dropped me to
the floor.  "You're heat is driving you crazy.  I'll help, but you'll have
to send them away."

   I shook my head.  He pulled me back up and took the risk of kissing me.
My mouth opened to him.  His tongue stroked my teeth and wrapped around my
tongue.  When he released me, I found myself telling them to go.  Dominic
protested, but I kept repeating myself.  He had to go.  As soon as they'd
crossed the threshold, Rousseau shut the door.  His pants bulged pleasantly
at me as he stood watching me squirm.  His warm tongue on my nipple
startled me.  I hadn't seen him come forward.  My hands went through his
hair.  I felt his rumble through my breast as I was gently dropped to the
floor.  His fingers traced patterns on my body as he switched to the other
breast.  I couldn't help raising my hips as his hand went to my opening. 
He sucked on his teeth, said, "Oh cher, I thought I had more time," and put
a finger inside my already gripping box.  His words in my ear made me
tremble.  He presented himself at my entrance.  I pressed up and he backed
away.

   "Let's not rush into this and hurt ourselves."

   He held me close and pushed into me.  I thought he was in the wrong
spot. He moved back and tried again.  I felt this rising burn flow out from
my slit and out to my thighs.

   "Okay, girl.  I'm almost in.  You're so tight.  You'll need to relax or
we won't get far."

   It wasn't in yet.  Damn, how big was this thing?  He pulled back and
slid down my body.  He shoved his tongue inside me.  I writhed as he thrust
it in and out.

   "You've closed up." He came up for air as he worked a finger into me.

   His tongue went back down to teasing me open as his finger moved up to
tease my clit.  I couldn't keep still as he pressed my buttons as if we'd
been lovers for a long time.  There was no wasted effort.  The tip of his
tongue flicked the little area just above my center and I bucked.  The
orgasm hit me so hard that it hurt.  He looked up as I arched and gripped
my stomach.

   "that's much better," he sighed as he slid the finger freely in and out
of me for a bit.

   "Has anyone ever told you that you can be overly stressed?"

   "Uh," was all I could manage as he put his hand or mine.

   "Does this relax you enough?"

   I wanted to say yes, but my teeth chattered too much for me to make the
effort.  He kissed m, this time it was longer and firmer, which helped to
calm my vibrating body.

   "It's alright," he whispered as he picked me up.  "I didn't want it to
be like this.  We were meant for better."

   I made sure he didn't have a chance to back out of actually entering me.
Even if I was tense, he needed the release.  I kissed his neck and he
jumped.  The drive to bite him made it a dicey gamble.  I wrapped my arms
around his neck and ran my teeth along his jaw.

   "Oh, my dear," he sighed.  "Ellen, don't do that."

   He set me down on the bed and balanced over me with one arm.  His green
gold seemed more gold to me as he reached his hand down and gripped
himself.

   "You don't want this," he moaned.

   I looked down to see the fat round head of a well formed cock oozing at
me.  It suddenly grew cold.  The question hung in the air as my pussy
reminded me that it would like to get to know this new promise.

   "I want it," I breathed.

   He kissed me quickly.  "Okay."

   His lips met mine again.  "Are you sure?"

   "Mm hmm," I responded through his lips.

   "Really sure?" His lips went to my neck.

   "Oh yeah," I ran my fingers along his back and tried to pull him down.

   He deliberately raised up and looked into my eyes.  "I mean, I can just
go and..."

   "Fuck me, please!"

   He knew he was just making me angry.  The same intention made him move
to his side not touching me at all.

   "That mouth of yours," he scolded.

   "Uh!  Please," I growled.  "S...."

   "What?" He grew more serious by the second.

   "Sebast..." His kiss warmed my face.

   "Good.  Sebastian what," he rumbled.

   "Um," the name had just filled my head.  "Sebastian Dara Vaya Hush..."

   He cut me off by saying something that I didn't understand.  He finally
said in English, "I'm glad you know.  Remember what the promise was?"

   I put my hand on his face and tensed.  I still had that need for blood.

   "I know you don't want to hurt me," he sighed, "but it is necessary."

   He pulled me into his arms and wrapped his leg over me.

   "You started this, possibly, not knowing what would happen." His lips
brushed my cheek as he continued, "You need to finish it."

   I held his ear in my teeth and he tensed.  I felt his artery pulse under
my lower lip.  I let go and felt him tremble as I ran my tongue over his
warm pulsing neck.  I fastened my mouth securely to the muscle just behind
that very interesting feeling and sucked on his salty skin.

   "Please," his entire body pleaded with me not to bleed him dry.  "Hold
on to that."

   I felt him maneuver me more fully onto my back and press his cock at my
hole.  He rubbed it smoothly against me as he spread my juices around.  I
stretched my legs wide and allowed to be at the right spot.  His hips moved
forward forcefully and I let go of his neck.  I couldn't stop myself from
jumping when he jabbed into me.  He gripped my pelvis and held me still.

   "Don't run," he grunted.  I'd moved back, away from the pressure of the
massive cock head.  "Stop, sweet girl," he moaned.  "Don't cause us both
pain."

   My pussy throbbed as he slid the shaft in partway.  He kissed my
forehead and rasped, "That should be a little better, right?"

   I let my legs relax as best as I could and he moved in slow shallow
strokes.  My legs trembled as he worked my thighs even wider.

   "I'm sorry, Ellen," he whispered down with concern.

   "I'm fine." The truth was I felt strangely stretched.  It had looked
like a regular cock.  Why was my pussy acting like this?

   He continued his short strokes.  His hands lost their grip and moved
head and shoulder.  He held close as he moved deeper.  The intense
sensation of his thrusts made me gasp.  I tried to help him by angling my
ass upward.  It just made my pussy clamp down on his warm hardness and he
shuddered.  I closed my eyes and worked toward where he wanted to take me.
He raised up and I watched him piston in and out of me.  His member didn't
go all of the way in, but I could tell by the look on his face that this
was nearly over.  I curved my body and encircled his nipple with my tongue
to help him.  He shook his head and the ends of his hair tickled my
upturned breast.  He pulled almost all of the way out, but I wouldn't let
him move completely away.  I felt him warm my insides with the flow of
semen that urged me to come.  I felt him pulse it into me as my greedy
pussy sucked out the last bit.  I let him finally leave my sweat covered
body.  He lay with his hand still under my head as I came out of my foolish
grin.

   "Huh," I finally sighed.  "I think forty years is too long."

   "Well, I have a feeling you'll be ready most too soon."

   "Hell, I don't know what you did, but I may never walk again."

   He responded with a grin and a low laugh.  "I knew I should have bowed
out."

   "If I'd have known what you were packing, I might have jumped you
sooner."

   "Packing?  Jumped?  Honestly, Ellen, we must do something about your
language usage," he sighed as he rolled the sheet over our bodies.

   "Hey, you're lucky you didn't get some down home black girl.  I'd have
skinned you alive by now if I wasn't raised the way that I was.  I can play
it that way is you want me to," I teased.

   "No, no, cher.  This is very new to me.  I've been alone for so long. 
Mayhaps, you can teach me the changes."

   His green gold eyes flickered as he gave me that devouring stare and
looked away.

   "I know you've been with Dominic and some others, so I was very
surprised at how...new you felt," he broached with is hand teasing the
folds in the sheet.

   After thinking for a moment, I softly said, "It felt like I was a virgin
the way that you had to keep trying."

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