The Sculptor and his Muse chapter two

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by Eelun Phetmoore

Warning!!! Extreme sexual content!!!

Friday December 9th 1910

A little after 2pm.

Paris

I step outside in the alleyway looking up at the dark and cloudy sky letting the now heavy snow hit me in the face like tiny needles confirming my awareness.  The wind forming a sideways funnel of icy flakes in the alley feels good.  I was burning up in there, not so much from the stove but from watching her.

The recent turn of events makes me question my sanity.  I walk back and forth not knowing what to do.  I check my pocket watch. “Damn, I'm wasting time,” I say to myself.  This may be a little scary but it's also the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me.  I need to relish every second I can, relish every moment with her before she's gone.  Almost everything really good that happens to me is all too brief.

I work up my nerve and walk out of the alley and head to the edge of the windows facing out from my studio.  Standing there for a moment I swallow deeply and walk to the entrance.  Past the point of no return now.  She probably can already see me.

Taking in another deep breath of cold air I turn the doorknob and walk in wearing the most normal expression I can muster.

Heat hits me in the face full force from the stove.  She's sitting on her pedestal just as she was when I stepped out like nothing even happened, other than her breathing a little harder.

“I'm sorry I took so long,” I tell her.

“That's okay.  I like looking at all your sculptures and tools,” she says so innocently.

“Would you like me to crack a window?  It's getting really hot in here.  I have no way to turn the stove down.”

“That would be nice.  I could use some air,” a look of relief crosses her face.

Me too, I think to myself 

I open the window and feel the cold air rush in bringing a few snowflakes with it. Walking across the room I open another to cause a draft. “How's that?” I ask her.

“Much better.”

When I return to my sculpture of her, my eyes lock on the whitish liquid she sprayed on it. She must have been unaware she hit the sculpture with it because she cleaned it from the floor and chair but not there.  When she's not looking I dab my finger in it, study it.  I hold it to my nose, it has a musky smell, not unpleasant.  I bring it to my mouth and taste it, almost a salty yet sweet taste.

She glances my direction again, almost catching me tasting her creamy liquid.  I start working again feverishly, hoping she doesn't notice the erection growing again in my pants. I don't clean the strange liquid from the clay but work it in.  I feel it infuses her into it.  I won't be able to part with this piece.

An hour or so passes without a single word spoken until she says her legs are growing stiff, stands up and walks to the front window to watch the occasional passerby.

I can't hardly concentrate.  I want to see her nakedness one more time and knowing the only thing keeping me from it is that solitary blanket is driving me mad.

I so badly want to lift the blanket off of her nakedness, take her into my mouth while she wraps her body around me.  I decide to join her at the window.

“You seem deep in thought.  I know you're worried about your current situation but things will work out.  I will help in anyway...,” I ask but get cut off.

“No, I was thinking about something else.  You are so good to me.  I wish there was some way I could repay you for your kindness.”

I almost touch her shoulder from behind but restrain myself.  I fear I might lose control if I make contact with her.  She turns around not realizing how close I am and almost walks straight into my lips with hers.  

“So sorry,” I step back flustered.

When I step out of her path I inadvertently trap the blanket under my foot.  Losing her grip she walks right out of it as it falls the floor.  With a look a pure shock she turns, bends down mashing her bare breast against her legs and grabs the blanket covering herself quickly turning red with embarrassment.

Cursing myself under my breath I tell her how sorry I am for my clumsiness.

“I'm the one that is sorry.  I should have had a firmer grip on the blanket.  I hope that you didn't find my nakedness insulting,” she says, turning almost red.

“By no means. You are the most fetching creature I have ever had the pleasure of seeing,” I tell her, feeling rather bold.

“You are too kind,” she says, half embarrassed.  Grinning,  she returns to the seat and assumes her original pose.  I return to mine and continue sculpting, still hoping she doesn't notice the huge bulge in my pants.

We spend the rest of the day getting to know each other; who our favorite artists are, favorite plays, books, authors, and so on.  We talk about the weather, some of the common people we know, and even the current fashions.  It’s a great afternoon and my heart breaks that it must be so brief.  I think I could spend the rest of my life with this creature.

By 6pm the sculpture is turning out really nice.  Darkness approaches outside and with it heavier snow.  There must be a foot and a half on the ground.  

“It's getting late and I need to go home.  You are more than welcome to stay as long as you like,” I tell her.

I want so badly to invite her to my house, but fear she would be insulted if I brought it up.

“I would be in poor shape or maybe worse by now if it wasn't for you,” she admits.

“There's enough wood in here for a week's worth of continuous burning. Just throw a piece in when you feel the slightest chill,” acting like I didn’t hear what she said.

I start cleaning and putting away my tools, spray and cover my clay, and throw another log into the fire to get her started for the night.

She stands up from her stool watching me busy myself with the task of closing shop.

“If you get hungry there's some food in the back. It's not much but will suffice,” I say, missing her already.

She almost looks sad that I'm leaving.  She's probably just worried about being here by herself tonight, that's all.  I don't want to leave her, but if I don't, I'll be putting myself in a position where I might try to take advantage of her.  I've already done enough, spying on her today.  Truth be known, I'll cherish what I saw today for the rest of my life.

Taking my coat from the coat rack I put it on and wrap my scarf around my neck.

She walks to me being careful not to drop the blanket again with the innocent expression of a child trying to hide the fact that their feelings have been hurt, takes the scarf in her hands and ties it securely for me.

Our eyes meet and for a briefness that last an eternity.  We gaze into each other eyes.  She has a torn look on her face.  Every fiber of my being wants to kiss her deeply, but again that would be taking advantage.  What if she reconciles with her husband and I meet him by accident in the future?  It would be trouble and could cause scandal.

With one last lingering gaze I turn and walk into the dark night.  She bids me farewell.

“Please be careful in the snow.  I'll see you in the morning,” she tells me.

I wave and walk on.  The cold entering my nostrils burns my lungs.  The snows faint glow gives everything a ghostly quality. It dulls all sounds, all I can hear are my strides and breathing along with the wind.

Within five minutes of leaving my studio, the wind picks up and the snow fall thickens to the point that it feels like I have a thousand tiny needles sticking out of my face. My beard becomes ice.

My feet and hands grow numb.  When my body begins feeling the warmth that is not warmth at all but death in disguise, I realize I'm not going to make it home.  I must turn around.  With resignation comes relief that I won't have to wait until morning to see her again.

I really need to live closer to my studio.  I didn't realize how far I’ve walked lost in my thoughts.  If it wasn't for the fact that I lived here so long, I imagine I would be quite lost at the moment.  The snow has obscured everything to the point of almost being unrecognizable.  Only because of the streetlamps am I able to find my way back.

I see the lights from my studio away in the distance and check my pocketwatch.  Damn, stopped working.  It's colder than I thought.

Making my way to the door I notice my hands are too numb to find my keys so I knock, not feeling the impact of the wooden door on my gloved hands.

The windows are covered in snow and ice, the light within warm nonetheless.  I see her pleasant form cautiously approaching, obscured by the colds aftermath.  Barely audible thru the wind I hear her ask who it is, fear in her voice.  I answer back, but my mouth only makes sounds, not words.  She recognizes my voice and opens the door wearing a clean smock as a nightshirt, instantly dropping the poker from the stove; she was apparently going to use it to throttle a stranger if given motive.

Taking one step in I fall, snowflakes make their way in, melting as soon as they touch the floor becoming tiny droplets of water.  She catches me under my arms.  She's strong for being so small.  Putting my left arm behind her neck she drags me to the stove, scooting a stool in front of it with her foot, then maneuvering me onto it.  She drags me in, shutting the door behind us with a push of her other foot.  The screaming wind outside almost sounds insulted as it closes.

The fire feels good.  I still can't feel my hands and feet, but know that I'm going to be okay.  The ice and snow on my clothing becomes liquid; dripping all over the floor and soaking me to the core making me shiver even more.

“We've got to get you out of those wet clothes before you catch your death,” she says with furrowed brow.

With those words said she goes to the task of disrobing me. I'm unable to protest; still numb from the cold.  As she’s leaning over me, unbuttoning my coat, I catch brief glimpses of her breast and even her nipples.  How can I be noticing this in my current state?  Even on the brink of freezing my blood heats up and I feel my manhood stir.  At some points, her face is so close to mine I'm tempted to kiss her sweet lips and breath in her sweet breath.

My coat is the first article of clothing she wrestles off of me, next is my shoes; which I'm pretty sure are ruined.  My shirt gives her less trouble and when she gets it off of me she places it over one of the various chairs to dry out by the heat of the stove.

All I'm wearing now are my pants and undergarment and wondering if she's going to stop, then she grabs my belt and unclasps it, reaching for my pants and buttons, undoing them.  They cling to me as she pulls but finally gives little by little.  As she gets them down to mid-thigh she becomes aware of my embarrassment.  Even in my frozen state I have a massive erection that my wet, clinging underwear does little to conceal.  Pretending not to notice, she wraps the blanket around me she wore today while posing for me.

“You can pull your wet undergarment off without feeling embarrassed now,” she says.

Doing so with the the blanket still around me, I set them with my other cloths on the chair.  Feeling much better already, but still cold, I walk back to my original position in front of the fire.  Trying to walk in such a way that my erection remains concealed.  I know she saw it, but she doesn't need to know I still have it.

Already I'm thawing, absorbing the heat through the dry blanket.  Before long all that is wet on me is my hair as the numbness in my extremities turns to tingling, then that is even gone, leaving me with a slight case of the shakes.

My breathing subsides and all that can be heard is the water dripping from my cloths hanging in front of the flame, the cold wind blowing outside.  What a lonely sound it is.

I eventually realize we haven’t spoke in quite sometime and become insecure about it.  Before the silence strangles me, I clear my throat to speak and Autumn cuts me off. 

“How dare you traipse out in the cold the way you did.  You men think yourselves indestructible at times.  Look at you now.  If you had been but a few more moments out there you would be done for and buried without so much as a wake for your passing.  Is that how you see yourself going?” she says angrily.

At that moment, totally out of character for me I lean in and kiss her on the lips, those sweet tasting lips.  She protests, her angry voice muffled by my mouth, until she wraps her arms around me and grabs two two fistfuls of my hair from behind. Her protests turn to moans, low at first as she pushes into me.

We kiss and embrace as the snow outside turns to sleet, sounding like sand hitting the windows.  For that brief eternity we are the only two people in the universe ever.  I love this girl, I knew it the moment I first saw her wrapped in that blanket earlier today.

We kiss like we are starving and our only sustenance is each other.  I taste her sweet tastes.  Our tongues explore each other's and our hands roam.

Getting lost in the moment, I didn't realize my blanket had fell open in the front.  My hardness is exposed and pressed up against her clothed belly, touching the bottoms of her breast.  If not for the smock the head would be between them.  Realizing this makes me harder.

Breaking our kiss she looks down seeing me exposed from the front, the blanket open all the way to the floor.  Tucking her hands under the cover at my shoulders, she pushes it off, it falls to the floor silently around my feet. 

Stepping back a couple of feet, she looks at my me from head to toe and back again.  I'm so hard now my dick is bobbing in the air like it has a heartbeat of it's own.  Feeling embarrassed I try to cover it with my hands.

“Please don't.  It's magnificent.  You're beautiful.” she says, and continues to gaze upon me.

She is so different than any girl I have ever met.  I've never known one to speak the way she does.

Reaching up to the straps of her smock, she slides her arms through, still holding it up in the front, exposing only the pink outer edges of her nipples.  She steps back to me.

I wrap my arms around her, embracing her tight, she wraps hers around me, the only thing holding the smock up is our two bodies pressed together.  Tracing the indention of her spine down to her round ass I squeeze, she shudders.  I rub it gently as she raises her leg to allow me entrance.  I begin to lift the thick cloth covering her ass to reach her moistness when she stops me.  With a look of resignation she pulls back.  She covers my eyes with her hand and I hear the smock drop as she steps back.

Damn, I've never been this excited.  The tip of my dick feels sensitive to the cold air, I'm dripping with desire.  When the bare skin of her stomach makes contact with it, I feel the slickness of my excitement sliding on it.  I must calm down, lest I cum prematurely, embarrassing myself and seeming an adolescent.

Tenderly kissing me once more on my lips, she slides down my neck, chest, then stomach, kissing every inch of me.  Looking down at her, the light from the stove catches her curves as her nipples brush my skin.  The fire gives her skin an auburn hue, goosebumps are visible despite its heat. Kissing above the base of my cock, then all around it, my thighs, hips, and stomach.  I still fight the urge to cum.  She's driving me wild.  She stops and gazes upon me, studying me almost, then takes it in her hands gently. Moving it from side to side almost like she's admiring it and the shadows formed by the light.

“It's glorious,” she says.  Then kisses the head so lightly.  I can see a string of my liquid stretch from it to her lips as she looks up at me to smile her innocent smile.

I almost lose control wanting to grab her head and pull her back to me, but I don't.

She looks at it again, grabbing the base and running up to the head, then down again. I notice she has her other hand between her legs, rubbing her pussy.  I can't see it, but can hear the wet sounds it makes.

I must be dreaming. She acts as no other.

Kissing the tip again, she takes the head into her mouth, then more ever slowly, then more.  Rubbing her clit faster, taking half of me into her mouth, then pulls back again.  Squeezing the base and running her hand up to her mouth, she sucks it hard then lets it fall out with a popping sound.  Getting back to her feet again and stepping back almost ten feet then setting in a stool.

“Will you hold it for me?” she says.

“What?”  Wondering if I heard her correctly.

“I want to see you holding it. What it looks like in your hands,” studying me.  Taking every detail in.

I don't know what to say. It seems so awkward.

“Please?”

I reach down and take the base of it in my hand.

“Yes, will you squeeze it for me,” her voice almost a whisper.

Embarrassed I do as she says.

“That's nice.  Will you squeeze it all the way to the tip.  Please?”

I do it again, but work it to the head.

A shallow moan escapes her lips.  She starts rubbing her clit again while staring intently at my dick. “Please, don't stop. You're a beautiful man. This is very exciting. I want to remember this forever in every detail.”

The only sounds I can hear is the wind and sleet outside, the popping of the fire, but under all that, the wet sound of her fingers rubbing her folds and her faint moans.  Her breast rocking with the movement.

Without realizing it, I've done what she's requested of me, I’m pumping faster, matching her own rhythm.

Her expression changes from the beautiful angel I adore to one given over to her desires, still beautiful but also very lusty, desperate, and driven.  She wants to cum and she’s going to.  Her pace quickens and she bites her bottom lip.  A few more minutes pass and she’s rocking and moaning loudly.  She almost looks like she is going to cry, she is, a single tear runs down her cheek.

“I’m sorry...I can’t wait any longer...I have to cum...I can’t stop it now...and I’m dying for you to watch me...is that okay...please?” she moans desperately.

Curling her legs up off the floor to her shoulders.  The movement causes enough pressure that her pussy leaks down her ass cheek.

Her words excite me to the point that I let go of my cock.  I don’t want to cum yet.  I walk to her, dick bouncing with each step, glistening on the end.

“What are you doing?” she says.

“You need to cum love and I want you do it on me.”  I tell her.

“I can’t do that on you,” still rubbing her pussy furiously.

“Please...” I beg.

Her expression changes further.  She looks like she’s screaming but with no sound.  “I can’t stop...please get out to the way...I’m cumming...”  placing her feet back on the floor, she spreads her legs wider than before, lifting her ass off the stool.  “Please...move.”

I feel my eyes focus with intensity.  I can’t wait.  I saw it earlier but now I get to see it close as she sprays me.  It’s so arousing she’s worried about cumming on me but at the same time can’t stop masturbating, she’s too worked up and lost in the act.

She stops.  Her eyes go wide, then closed as she grits her teeth and cums.  I little trickle at first, then a huge gush, spraying me in the face and chest.  So hot I almost can’t feel its wetness.  She sprays me again with the same force, then a little less, and a little less, until it subsides to a trickle again.

Looking at me in shock, more tears following the first, she finally breathes again.  All goes quiet.  God, I adore this fetching creature.

“Why did you let me do that?” she asks guiltily.

“I wanted to feel it on me.  I wanted you to shower me with it, so hot and wet, to be coated with it,” I admit.

“Most find it disgusting,” she shrugs.

“Not me my dear.  I love it,” I tell her.

She jumps off the stool and comes running at me, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me hard.

“I could fall for you so easily.  You’re so kind, so handsome and so...” grabbing my dick “ so sexy, so hung.”  

As soon as her hand makes contact with my hardness I stop breathing and my body tightens up.  The heat I felt before becomes white hot and cold.  I feel my eyes go wide...fuck, I’m about to cum.

Her expression so sweet “Oh baby, you need to cum so bad.  I can see it all over you.  You’re hurting...Oh, poor baby let me...”

I scoot back out of her grasp to catch my breath  “Please let me gather myself, not yet.  I want to savor...” not finishing my sentence.

“Let me help you.  We have the rest of the night.  You can cum now, then again if you wish.  I want to make you feel good, better than you ever have.  Please let me make you cum.  If not for you, then do it for me...Please.  It’s your turn to cum on me,” she begs.

Spreading my legs, she kisses me again on the mouth then moves down my chest to my writhing cock again.  Holding it at the base with one hand and rubbing the wet tip with the other.  She kisses the tip so lovingly while looking at me, then rubs it on her lips.  Parting her mouth ever so slightly, she pushes just the head in and gently sucks it.  It feels so good.  I’ve never felt anything like it.

“I know you’re not going to last long, that’s okay.  It’s what I want.  I want you to cum for me, in my mouth or face, wherever you like.  I just want you to cum baby...please.

“I can’t.  I want this to last.”

“Don’t worry...please.  You’ll be able to do it again later and even last longer if that’s what you’re worried about.  Please, I need this...okay.”

Losing all control I push it into her mouth about an inch past the head.

“MMmmmm....Yes, do it!” she slides her lips all the way to my balls and back up again, her spit all over it glistening.  Wrapping both hands around it she pumps with just the head in her mouth, sucking and kissing.  “Don’t try to stretch it out...just cum for me okay?”

“I’m already about to cum!”

“ Oh god, yes...do it.  I can feel it.  You’re so hard.  It’s twitching.  You’re aching so bad for it.  Cum baby.  CUM FOR ME,  PLEASE!!!”

I’ve never felt anything like it.  My ears go silent for a moment, then I see stars.  My dick and lower extremities tighten then go numb...then they release.  I cum.  I cum harder than I ever have.  I can barely stay conscience.  The first gush shoots deep down her throat, the second is too much and drips out the sides of her mouth and down her chin, on the third she pulls it out and lets it spew into her face and hair, the forth on her tits and stomach, and the next few she takes again in her mouth.  She pumps with her head and all I can hear is her swallowing my load and the wet sound of my dick going in and out of her mouth.

She’s so magnificent.

When I’m finally done she lets it slide out.  “You are so incredible...that was incredible.  You came so hard and so much...It was so thick...you’re just...incredible.

Her face and body covered in my cum.  Mine covered in hers.  We roll up together in the blanket on the floor to catch our breath and enjoy each others warmth.  Wondering how the night could possibly get any better.


to be continued...

a Storm is Coming

by Eelun Phetmoore

a storm is coming

"I hate you"
"I fucking hate you"

a love once shared
now a hatred embraced

separate rooms
separate beds
separate lovers
together no escape

a house of broken memories
a house of hate

wind and rain enters her room unannounced

biting lip
swallowing hard
she asks
"can I share your room"
biting lip
swallowing hard
I reply
"till this passes"

side by side
eyes wide
we sleep the sleepless sleep
the only dreams are of our hatred for each other

something strange
a voice if you may
the storm speaking to us
it's rhythm permeating us
making us dance

each burst of wind
each pelting of rain
each rumble of thunder
possessing us
deep within
a stirring
a hunger
a need

wind
an itching

rain
an acheing

thunder
burning

throbbing
I'm hard
veins jutting
grasping it a mistake
ready to erupt
turning to her
her body writhes in unison with the rain
nipples jut through sheets
legs spread wide
wet sounds not of rain
I pull the sheets from her
hand on her breast
hand between her legs
thrusting
moaning

eyes meet
eyes I haven’t seen for me
eyes that are not hers
eyes of the storm

“I hate you”
“I fucking hate you”

grabbing
roaming
licking
moaning
growling
biting
starving
violently kissing

“I fucking hate you”
“I fucking hate you too”

no time for foreplay
need for release too strong

pelting rain
I slide into her
so hard
so wet
I can feel the rain inside her

thunder louder
like a rabid beast
I pound into her
feeling the thunder inside me

toes curling
she screams
legs wrapping around me
nails digging in my back

the more violent the storm
the harder we fuck
possessed by it
can't look into each other in the eyes
we fuck like we'll die if we don't
can't last
getting closer
closer
closer
the storm zeniths
she spreads her legs wide and sprays me as I explode inside her
lightning
the windows shatter
wind, rain, glass, and leaves
blowing like a hurricane
destroying all
we continue fucking
all that matters is the fuck
when It's all over
storm gone

"I hate you"
"I fucking hate you"

we hate each other more than ever
at least we have the fuck
all we'll ever have

days to weeks
weeks to days

"I hate you"
"I fucking hate you"

nothing worse than hating someone
nothing better than fucking someone you hate

another storm is coming.

the Wet Dance

by Eelun Phetmoore

It drips 
my senses frenzy
following the trail to your taste
moist folds draw me
a wet furnace within
gasp
they heave
sway
pink tips erect
you need this
it needs this
makes me need it
want it desperately 
entering
it pulls me in
gush
making it slide
the sound intoxicating
lips join
tongues explore
pumping faster
getting wetter
burning within
thrusting
the look in your eyes
you need to
now 
I need to
now
tightening
veins hardening
gushing
we explode
basking
it drips

A Hole in the Darkness Chapter Five

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by Eelun Phetmoore

Warning!!! Extreme sexual content!!!

The shaking brings me back to conscientiousness. I'm in a van, a huge one by the looks of it and I'm strapped down to a cot, fixed to the floor. Wherever they're taking me, they are in a hurry because I'm being thrashed back and forth from bumps and sharp turns. No windows whatsoever. As usual, I don't know what time of day it is. Who the hell has me? Whatever they gave me was strong, because I can feel myself slipping back into sleep. Got to fight it and get sharp.
Damn....passed out again.

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*see chapter one
From across the bar, rubbing her clit furiously, she raises her ass off the seat, biting her bottom lip to the point of bleeding, her whole body shudders. She spreads her legs as far as they can go and a white liquid gushes from her pussy about three feet at least five or six times.
She opens her eyes suddenly, they are solid yellow with no pupils and scans the room until they focus on me with an enraptured look on her face, mouth open and blood between her teeth. My God, she is so beautiful.

Seeing her nakedness, boldness and cumming all over herself and the floor sends me over the edge. My dick explodes into a thick geyser spraying the underside of the table, the floor out the other side making a large white puddle.

I look up and there she is standing in front of me, in her brown trench coat, open in the front. All she wears underneath is the tight tank top still pulled up exposing her left breast and brown loose boots reaching mid calf. Her legs soaked from her orgasm, pussy visible.

No one seems to notice her partial nakedness. From the back she still looks clothed. “I've been looking for you Sev. You're my mate.” Bending over and sliding two fingers in my cum on the floor by her feet, she stands upright again placing them deep into her mouth and swallowing. Your seed is delicious. I want more.

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I'm jarred back awake. The van is flipping side over side. The cot I'm attached to snaps from the floor throwing me around like a pinball. My face collides with something in the ceiling of the van. My mouth and eyes fill with blood and my nose goes numb.

The rolling vehicle eventually slows down and with one great crash comes to a halt on its side as I come to rest on the sliding door while still attached to the loosened cot. I don't hear any voices or people moving around, just the sound of the van settling in its aftermath.

I lay there for what seems like hours when suddenly everything starts shaking violently. Something is pounding on the back door. The metal buckles in from another hit. After another it rips open and Kapelion's head burst through. Oh shit, he's here to kill me.

Ripping the hole bigger he steps in. “Come on Whelp.” Blood and scars cover him, but he looks as powerful as ever even in his human form.
“We've got to move fast.” Snapping my straps he picks me up and steps out of the van throwing me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

We run most of the night. I ask what happened, but he just ignores me, continuing our flight. I don't have any idea where we are, but I figure we've run long enough to cross the state line and we continue further.
Our journey finally ends at a dilapidated old mansion hidden in a forest on top of a mountain. It would make the perfect seventies haunted house. Still carrying me, he opens the front door and enters, walking through what looks like a living room. Stale cigarette smoke and a few other smells I can't place fill the air. A couple looks faintly curious about me as we walk by, Kapelion doesn't acknowledge them. We enter a hallway that leads to a staircase. Halfway up sitting on the steps there's a girl with dark hair going down on another one. She's really giving it to her. The other one has her legs spread wide, but looks like her mind is on something else, almost bored.

We pass them entering another long hallway at the top. Stopping at the second door to the right Kapelion opens it and enters, hitting my head on the trim as we enter. Old newspapers and other debris litter the floor and the only light is from candles. The window is boarded up. He throws me on the bed in the center of the room creating a huge cloud of dust. “Don't wonder off!” he leaves shutting the door behind him.

The muffled sounds of people talking, laughing, and having sex make their way thru the walls as I sit wondering what I'm waiting for.

Thirty or so minutes later the door opens and a tall man and a short brunette with glasses enters.

“Hello Mr. Confers, Sev isn't it?” the man says.

“Yes, call me Sev.”

“How do you feel? Disoriented?”

“Oh yeah.”

“I imagine. My name is Tundeldon and this is Effranim. We are telepaths. We're here to find out what happened to you at the Institute and help you with your perception problem. Maybe then you wont get into so much trouble. Can you see our true forms now?”

“No, I can sense you, but I only see two humans.” The girl is quite attractive.

“You met Vishernn / Dr. Rivin correct?”

“Yes, I didn't figure out until it was too late that he was posing as one of us.”

“Your senses may not be attuned yet, but at least you were eventually able to see past his ruse.”

“So there are some humans that know about us? He is human right?”

“Not quite. More human than us I suppose. I guess you could say he's related to us, a half-breed if you prefer. They have abilities like we do but to a lesser degree. They look human even to each other.”

“What are they?”

“Back in the early days of our race, before the spell was cast, a few “Kind” mated with humans and impregnated them. We're still miffed what had changed during that time, because we've never been able to do so before or after. The offspring multiplied over the centuries looking human and retaining some of our abilities, becoming a whole separate race.”

“Now Sev, to the matter at hand. What did he do to you while you were there?”

“I don't know what they did to me while I was asleep but.....”

“What?”
“He coaxed a nurse into having sex with me and when I was cumming he extracted something from the base of my cock into a syringe.”

“Damn. He took a sample of your core.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ever wonder why the only time you can “see” is when your ejaculating? It's when you are at your most powerful. Your abilities actually allow you to momentarily break the veil that keeps you from seeing us at that precise moment. Your body produces a chemical only then. He's trying to devise a way for humans to see us most likely.”

"I really fucked up...again."

“Yes, but it's not all your fault. Reasha and Kapelion should have brought you directly here but instead Reasha had to "play" with you before coming here and you were ambushed.”

“Why did she knock me out?”

“She must have sensed what was going on too late and knocked you out, hiding you so you wouldn't be harmed in the battle.”

“Where is she?”

“They took her. She was at the same facility as you. We're looking for her now.”

"If you're telepaths how come you're not reading my mind?"

"We are, just your feelings and few brief images at the moment.  Our connection with you is not strong yet, but the longer we talk the more powerful it will become."

Up until now Effranim hasn't said a word or done anything but watch me as Tundeldon and I spoke, but now she's taking her jacket off and loosening her belt around her waist.

He continues. “You've pretty much told us everything you know about what happened at the Institute. We are going to try to trick your senses into seeing us on a more permanent basis because you can't go the rest of your life fucking everybody you meet to see if they are “Kind” or not.”

Effranim opens her skirt at the side and lays it across the back of a chair by the door exposing tanned fit legs meeting at a pair of thin white silk panties. She still hasn’t spoke.

“The spell that keeps the rest of the world from seeing your true form is also what is keeping you from seeing ours. You are not the only one that has been affected by it in this way. Fortunately we've helped others with the same affliction.”

Behind him Effranim slides her panties down to her feet, stepping out of them revealing a bare mound. She's quite stunning. My dick has been hard since I arrived, but now it's to the point of being painful.

Tundeldon assures me. “We are going to help you Sev. Could you disrobe please?”

I can't control the arousal I feel towards Effranim. I must have her. I don't even care that Tundeldon is in here. I take my cloths off so fast that I almost tear them. Laying back on the bed I can't wait to feel her, experience her, and see her true form.

“Okay. You seem quite ready. Good. This may not take as long as we thought but we're not leaving until we have cured you, one way or the other.” he says.

I wonder what that means?

She gets on the bed as Tundeldon steps back. Standing over me wearing only a dark red pullover shirt and glasses. Her brown hair tied up with a few strands hanging in her face. Straddling my thighs she takes my dick in her hands working the base with one and rubbing the head with her thumb of the other. Her skin almost feels tingly, electric, vibrating a little, I'm not sure. Getting closer with her mouth a small drop of spit drips from her lip to my cock and then she blows on it. The tip of my dick heats up more and more with each breath. Already I'm about to ejaculate. She puts it in her mouth sliding all the way to the base, my dick feels like it's covered in wet electricity.

“I'm already about to cum!!!”

She speeds up the pace as I go numb writhing with pleasure. I explode deep in her mouth. I can hear her swallowing it, but a lot comes out and drips down her neck.

I see her now. Holy shit she's gorgeous. Her skin is red almost like fire. Her hair dark blue and standing straight up, crackling with an electric charge. Opening her eyes she looks at me with white-hot orbs. What is she? Some kind of goddess?

Taking me in her mouth again she slides up and down almost violently as Tundeldon places his thumbs into my temples hard. I don't care. I just want inside this creature.

Grabbing her head, I pull her to me until her pussy is just over my cock. Her hair stabs my hands with electricity. It hurts, but I don't care. I move them to her waist and pull down on her hard with a wet sizzle. She feels like an electric eel wrapped around my dick, wet, slippery, and shocking the shit out of me, but it feels good. She opens her mouth wide as I slide all the way in but, she doesn’t utter a sound. I scream in pain as she starts fucking me. It hurts so much I almost feel like I'm going to pass out, but it also feels good.

Tundeldon's thumbs press harder into my skull and he starts whispering something I can't make out just as a scratching sound comes from the door.

Her large breast dance up and down as she pumps harder. I can feel the electricity flowing down inside my shaft to my balls then up into my stomach. I almost can't take anymore. The pain.

The scratching at the door becomes clawing then pounding.
It feels like his thumbs are inside my head now.

I feel myself passing in and out of conciseness as my dick erupts again. The pain, I can't take it anymore. I push her off just as the first geyser of cum hits her in the face, chest, and stomach. The next splatters my chest and bed just as the door burst open. The two women that were making out on the stairs rush in naked.

“He's fucking her. He's still alive.”

“I didn't think he could do it.”

One of them gets up on the bed behind Effranim reaching around and between her legs sliding my scorched cock back inside her.

The second girl straddles my face, grinding her pussy from my chin to my nose covering me in her juices. Her skin feels like warm glossy marble and striped with shades of black and pink.

The other one's skin is white, almost translucent, very petite with long straight blonde, almost white hair. I can't tell if she has antennas or really thin horns jutting from her cheeks. She rubs Effranim's clit as she starts pumping me again.

The electricity builds again. Damn, I don't know if I'm going to survive this. It feels like I'm being cooked alive. “I can't do this anymore....”

“Shut up!!!” The one on my face says. You're doing this and you're going to survive.” Putting her hands on my forehead she fucks my mouth. Other than the stripes she looks human but she's really strong. Her long brown hair getting in my eyes.

Tundeldon's thumbs burrow in my temples all the way to his palms. I can feel them touching just behind my eyes. All the while still whispering babble.

The ghost looking girl still rubbing Effranim's clit tells her “I want you to cum. I want to feel you cum. Don't worry about him. Just do it. It's been so long.”

She shakes her head in disapproval, but speeds up the pace. What's going to happen to me when she cums? Will I be fried to ash? There's not anything I can do about it now. The striped chick is stronger than me and has my face in a vice grip between her legs. I can't feel my skin anymore below my waist and I have two thumbs shoved into my brain. It's amazing I've lived this long. I'm going to die if I haven’t already.

Fucking me harder she opens her mouth again, but this time a white light shines from within. Electricity spills from it, her eyes, ears, nose, finger tips, and nipples covering her body until it dances along mine.
The ghost girl tells her “Oh shit baby you're really going to do it this time aren’t you?” She pulls her head back and kisses her deep, the electricity not harming her. “Cum for me baby. Please.”

The girl riding my face locks her legs and stops moving “Yessssss....ssss. She grabs her tits and gushes on my face.

My body spasms as I feel like I'm being cooked from within and somehow I cum again filling her lethal pussy, my last act on this earth.

As soon as Effranim feels me ejaculate in her she looks at me with burning eyes and screams, a woman’s voice at first, but the longer it lasts the higher it gets until the room is shaking, the windows explode showering us with glass as fine as snow until I hear nothing.....complete silence. I'm deaf and numb. I watch the rest take place in eerie silence. Her mouth open wide, the two girls and Tundeldon holding their bleeding ears running from the room as she pounds me for everything she's got. I feel her pussy tighten as she closes her mouth and looks me in the eyes almost sad. Thrusting one more time I feel her wet orgasm then....an explosion. Everything goes white.


to be continued...