Hades

Hades, Alaska, population 301. Why anyone would chose to live in this most God forsaken piece of earth was beyond Jake Morgan. As he drove through town, Jake realized that if he blinked he would miss half of it. The Sunset Inn along with the school and police station, were the only multi-storied buildings.

Jake opened the doors to the inn and stepped into warmth. One woman seemed to stand out from the crowd. Jake couldn't take his eyes off her. She had the palest skin he'd ever seen. It glowed under the bar lights like fine alabaster. In contrast, her hair was gothic black, flowing down to the center of her back in lazy waves. She had a body that a man could hold on to. As he watched her, Jake felt a tightening in his pants which reminded him that he hadn't held anything female in a long time.

The music was soft. Low conversations ebbed and flowed and people began to notice the strange man standing at the door. Storm noticed him too but to her he wasn't a stranger. Jake Morgan was her favorite author and there was only one reason for him to be in Hades. He wanted what all of the others had wanted.

Jake watched the gothic beauty walk towards him. Everything else seemed to melt around her. She smiled when she reached his side. She held out a slim hand.

"Jake Morgan, I'm Storm, welcome to the Sunset Inn. What brings you to Alaska?"

Jake took the small hand in his. He shook it though a part of him wanted to caress it instead.

He was smart enough to know that he couldn't just start asking questions to anyone he met no matter how beautiful and intelligent they seemed. Not everyone would be willing to answer his questions. He had to feel his way around, find the outsiders, the ones who wouldn't mind talking. He gave Storm his prearranged cover.

"I'm just here on vacation," he said.

She gave him a skeptical look. "Oh yeah I think they did a feature on us in last month's Conde Nast magazine."

Jake smiled. She wasn't buying it. Luckily, there was more padding to the lie. "I know that it's a little off the beaten path but I used to visit Anchorage some summers with my grandfather. He was an avid fisherman."

His eyes turned soft and faraway as he thought about the man that had taken on the burden of raising him after his parents were killed in a car accident when he was twelve. Storm recognized the pain in his face and her heart melted. She knew what it felt like to love someone that much. Jake shook his head to clear the memories. "Anyway I just wanted something familiar but a little different you know? I hear this is beautiful country up here." He gave her a boyish smile.

Storm smiled and Jake held his breath for a few seconds as the warmth of it washed over him. "It's the most beautiful place on earth."

Storm felt sorry for him. She'd read about his divorce on the Internet. It must be hell to have something so private become so public. No wonder he'd wanted to get away from everything he knew.

In his room later that night, Jake tried to write about his impressions of the small town and its residents.

But three hours of writing produced nothing but a great explicit piece about making love to Storm. Whether it was her given name, it suited her, he thought. With steel gray eyes, pale skin and the most luscious looking breasts he had ever seen, she seemed like an apparition from a wet dream in the vast emptiness surrounding them. He went to bed still thinking about her and those amazing eyes.

He peeled off his clothing. His cock breathed a sigh of relief when it was released from the small confines of his shorts. He was just hot and bothered enough to brave the chill in the room against his naked flesh. He allowed his mind to slip into a sexual mode again. His body trembled with anticipation as he thought about finally satisfying the ache that had been with him since he first laid eyes on Storm. He took his heavy cock in his hands. There was no way that he would be able to sleep with its persistent throb. He'd never been so insanely attracted to a woman before not even his ex-wife. Being married to a woman who had quickly lost interest in him had forced him to perfect the art of masturbation.

He'd spent so many nights nursing a hard cock and a broken heart. Masturbation was no substitute for a loving experience with a woman but for a long time now it was all that he had. It would've been easy for him to find a willing woman to help him release his frustrations but Jake was an old fashioned kind of guy who didn't believe in sharing his body with any woman that he didn't also long to share his soul with. He'd seen something in Storm's eyes that pulled at him every time he was near her.

He rubbed his pre-cum down the length of the shaft. He played with the large head as he fantasized about her. He could almost taste her on his tongue. A woman like her would know how to love a man, he thought.

One hand moved to his balls. He pulled on them gently. They are heavy with his pent-up lusts. He loved the way his penis hung in front of him like a good friend. When hard it always veered slightly to the right. He loved how it softly coiled up in his pants like a contented snake. The circumcised head was overly large and so sensitive that the slightest touch from a well oiled hand or wet mouth could transform it to a deep shade of aroused purple. Sometimes it peeked out of his shorts like a bad boy looking for some fun. It was also quite spoiled, putting its needs first no matter how inconvenient it was for Jake. It remained hard and insistent until it got what it wanted. Right then it wanted sweet release.

He rubbed his shaft vigorously. Everything around him disappeared. There was nothing but the sensations of his expert hands and the havoc they were wreaking on his body. His hands moved faster until his skin and his soul felt raw. He uttered an expletive as his body exploded. He fell back onto the bed in exhaustion.

Across the hall, Storm was finishing the latest Jake Morgan book. His thrillers were spiced with the most daringly erotic escapades. She'd become adept at holding a book in one hand and her clit in the other. She felt raw and alive having the object of her desire so close to her. Smiling, she made her way into the bathroom.

She lit some scented candles and put on soft music to set the perfect mood for loving. As she pulled her long tresses up into a loose topknot, her hips swayed in time to the music. Her hands left her hair and made their way down her swanlike neck to her full breasts. She cupped them, loving their weight, their womanly softness. She ran her hands over the lace-clad nipples. Her stomach grew butterflies as they hardened to her touch. There was something inherently earthy and powerful to Storm about turning her own body to molten lava.

Her hands slipped down her flat stomach, down to the sexy boy shorts that barely covered her hips.

Her hands moved to her front. Slowly and sensually, her fingers embraced the warmth at her center. She could feel her heart beating there. She slipped a few fingers under the lace, burying them in the slippery essence between her lips. She removed her fingers and brought them to her mouth. She inhaled the scent of her pussy, closing her eyes and swooning from the potent drug of arousal. Her tongue snaked out, seeking its musky scented flavor. She licked as prettily as a feline. She made love to her fingers, moving them from her pussy to her mouth over and over again.

In a euphoric dance, she began to strip off her clothes. Her body begged to be touched, as only she knew how to touch it. She stood before her full length mirror, naked and panting, as her hips moved in helpless gyrations to the music and the sight of her own naked flesh. She felt almost cannibalistic. She felt stripped, down to her soul. All of her hidden desires had all concentrated in her belly in a fireball of sexual heat that overwhelmed her. She began to fan the flames with her favorite peacock feather. Beginning at her neck, she slowly guided the feather down her chest. Her sensitive skin tingled. A soft cry escaped her gently parted lips as the feather grazed one nipple. She allowed it to linger, to tease it into further arousal.

She moved the feather over to the other nipple, rubbing it up and down. It puckered prettily. The feather glided down her stomach, teased her pussy with the lightest touch, and then traveled down one thigh and up the other. She loved to tease herself in this way, driving herself to the brink of insanity. She caressed her breasts. She kissed each hardened nipple before sucking on it in wet, hungry gulps. She pulled on them, elongating them until it was painful.

She pulled on them with her lips and then with her fingers. The big, coral areolas and nipples almost the size of her pinkie, inflamed her. She became lost in their perfection. Storm felt herself slipping into a world that held no concept of time or place. In her transcendental bliss, there was only her aching breasts and screaming pussy. Heeding its cries, her hands moved down and buried themselves in the wetness that was now flowing down her thighs. She rubbed it into her body, perfuming herself with her own slippery essence.

She sashayed over to the big bathtub. Her hips swayed in the air while she bent down to turn on the water. She added some of her favorite bubbles. Blissfully she slipped into the warm water. She lay there for a few minutes, allowing the water to massage her flesh and the music to soothe her soul.

Languidly she extended one slim leg into the air. She ran a sponge lightly over her strong calves. Slowly she washed her body, paying special attention to those areas that cried out for her touch.

Finally, ready to satisfy their urgings she picked up her yellow rubber ducky. She smiled mischievously. So innocent looking, she thought. Only she knew the deviant pleasures it was capable of giving. Lifting herself onto the wide edge of the tub, she first saturated her pussy with liquid silk lube. She turned the little yellow ducky on and placed the red lips on her shaved mound. She moaned as the strong vibration echoed through her body.

She moved him down to her pussy lips. He kissed them with his vibrating lips. She opened her pussy, inviting him in. He touched her clit gently at first, but he soon became bolder as her clit accepted his strength. She pulled on a nipple as the little ducky drilled into her. Her little nubbin of oversensitive flesh grew big and hard. Her pussy juices ran down into the crack of her ass. She moved the little ducky furiously until she went ridged, her legs sticking out straight in front of her.

Everything was still for a second and then she became a portrait in frantic motion as her body exploded. A scream ripped from her throat, drowning out the sounds of music from the next room. She shook violently, her breasts jiggled crazily on her chest. She lost her balance on the edge and slipped back into the tub. Still the shaking went on until it was finally reduced to a delicious tremble.

Jake was amazed at how easily he fitted in with the daily life of the town. Watching Storm was the best part of his mornings. She moved among her customer like a butterfly on a spring morning. Everyone seemed to glow as she approached their table. It was obvious that she was well liked.

By some unspoken agreement, they started spending every day together. Storm was the perfect guide around the town she loved so much. She took him fishing and mountain climbing. They enjoyed wild moose on a picnic in the local park when the weather was warm enough to enjoy it. The days were short with the approach of winter and Jake knew that his time with Storm was short lived too. He didn't know how to feel about her. He just knew that being with her made him happy.

He'd never met anyone who appreciated his work so much or could debate on almost any subject under the sun. Her mind enthralled him while her body drove him crazy. What would Storm think if she knew he'd lied to her? Storm thought she knew him. How could they move any further until he told her the truth?

Storm thought about Jake constantly. She was still amazed that he'd not only walked into her life but that they had so much in common. She'd lost her mother to cancer as a teenager. Her grandparents had taken her in since her father had never been involved in her life. Jake understood her loss. It bonded them. She could see how easy it would be for her to fall in love with him. Every time she was with him, she had to remind herself to take things slow. She had more than her own happiness to think about. There was a man in her life that she loved more than she'd ever thought possible. Until she knew what Jake was up to, she couldn't allow herself to love him.

She wasn't sure what she was looking for when she entered Jake's room, just something to confirm that he'd been lying to her. a quick glance at his laptop and search of the desk revealed what she knew: Jake was too smart to leave incriminating evidence lying around. But she knew the secret places and found the file on her grandfather under the mattress and read it quickly. Storm's knees could no longer support her. She sank to the bed.

Jake's heart sank when he walked into his room saw Storm sitting on his bed with tears streaming down her face. He swore softly.

"Storm I didn't mean for it to happen like this," Jake began. He had to explain, he had to make her understand because he couldn't loose her.

She got up and walked towards him. "You mean you didn't mean to lie to me. You didn't mean to make me fall in love with you just so you could get information from me? You didn't come here to ruin a man's life with some bullshit that's not even true? Is that what you never meant to happen Jake?"

"Yes, I came here to find out the truth."

She stood in front of him with her eyes full of pain. "I want you to tell me the truth Storm."

She laughed. "Oh really? Then why are you going around town trying to get information out of innocent people?"

Jake hung his head. "Yes I did ask a few questions but only in the beginning, before I got to know you, before I fell in love with you."

"You love me?" she asked. "Yes, more than I ever thought possible and I want to be with you more than I want this investigation but I have to know what's going on."

Storm walked back to the bed. She sat down and crossed her legs. "I'll tell you the truth but then I want you to walk through that door and out of my life forever do you understand?" Jake moved towards her but she held up her hand. "I know I said I loved you but I don't want to be with you. You're a lying bastard and I'll never trust you again."

Jake backed up to the wall nearest the door and slid to the floor on legs that had turned to jelly. He couldn't believe that he'd lost Storm even though he knew he didn't deserve her. He'd hurt her in terribly and apparently, there was no forgiveness for that.

"I understand," he said.

Strom took a deep breath before she began. "My grandfather and Robert Mullins belonged to a secret network of spies that even few people in Washington knew about. After only a few months in Russia my grandfather received an assignment to infiltrate the social circle of a Nazi officer disguised as a young German solider. He spoke German as flawlessly as any native and could easily forge the proper documents to get him into their trust. His mission was to find and kill Robert who'd decided that the Nazi resistance was more lucrative. He was actually collecting the names and whereabouts of Jews in the Russian communities who trusted him as an American, in return for money, black market goods and women."

She stopped as the tears started again. Jake wanted to take her in his arms. She'd carried this pain around inside of her for most of her life probably, always waiting for someone like him to come along and destroy her world.

"The evidence doesn't implicate anyone except Robert Mullins. He was the monster in all this," she said.

"So what happened to your grandfather?" he asked. "He fell in love," Storm said. "He was in love with the Nazi officer's daughter. Of course he had to keep that a secret. The agency thought he'd betrayed them as well. What they didn't know was that he was trying to sneak her out of the country. She wanted to get away from her family because she despised their beliefs. They assigned another agent to kill him. But someone had tipped Robert off. The night my grandfather walked into his apartment Robert had a bullet in him before he'd walked through the door."

It was getting hard to hear her over the tears. Jake got up and moved to the bed. She was so distraught she didn't even notice when he pulled her into his arms. Robert was shot by the agent tailing my grandfather.

"But John wasn't dead," Jake stated.

"No, but he would've been had it not been for his Russian girlfriend. She was worried about him so she went to the apartment some time later with some of her friends. They found him barely clinging to life. They rushed him to the hospital leaving behind the other body and grandpa's gun and fingerprints. When he was well enough to travel friends helped smuggle them here where the woman had Russian relatives. They made a beautiful life here. They had my mother and she had me. We were a happy family. All we've ever wanted was to be left in peace so get out of my life."

"Storm, how can you say that when we have admitted that we love each other?" he asked.

"I can say that because you lied to me."

"Am I not allowed to make mistakes?" he asked.

"Not ones that could've caused me everything I love. There is no way for me to get over that."

Jake tried to take her in his arms again. She pushed him away.

"I've told you the truth. Now I want you to leave. Be ready in an hour. She got up and walked out of the room and out of his life.

A month later Jake was back in New York. Everything seemed different now. Once, the hurried vibrancy of the city had inspired him. Now he found it too loud to even think. He longed for the quiet of an Alaskan morning but most of all he longed for Storm. Not being close to her made him ache.

His investigations had led him to Washington and a man named David Nordic. He was one of the top guys at this secret agency during the war. He had official detailed information on everything that had happened during the war including the death of your Robert Mullins. It was hard breaking the news to Randall but there had to be an end to the suffering. Writing the book would hopefully bring closer to everyone.

Storm received a copy of Jake's latest book in the mail about a year after he'd walked out of her life. During that time she'd alternated between waiting for the hounds to descend on her little town and trying to forget that Jake ever existed. Neither happened. She still found herself longing for him.

He'd kept his promise to her. He'd vindicated her grand father. Anyone who would even suggest a hint of scandal towards him now would to be with overwhelming evidence to the contrary. He'd given her peace and a way for her to love him again. Still she wasn't sure if he would want her. She sent him a letter thanking him for the book and confiding to him how much she still loved him. If he was interested she knew that he would return to Alaska. If he didn't then she'll just have to live with the fact that she'd lost the love of her life.

Jake reread Storm's letter three times before its meaning sank in. When it did he jumped up and down for joy like a little kid. He called Storm and told her he was coming home. He booked the plane to Anchorage then arranged for a plane to Hades. The plane ride seemed to take an eternity. Once they landed Jake knew that he was home to stay. Even the short drive to the inn took too long. He bounded up the steps and flung open the large door.