North East Fae Ch. 03 Pt. 02

My apologies for the delay in producing this effort. Chapter 3 will be split into three parts, two are written and the third will be shortly. As a non-writer but a builder of large buildings, my writing expertise tends towards contracts and business letters. As a sculptor my work is with my hands, mind and imagination. As a C-grade student in HS and later University, I squeaked by in English. So, I would like to thank the efforts of my beautiful anonymous editor for her patience, imagery and inspiration. This effort is to entertain and sharpen an ability I did not know I had.

Chapter 3 Part 2

They entered Drews apartment and made themselves comfortable. Drew removed his coat and threw it on the parsons' bench by the door. Without looking back, he trudged to the first-floor bathroom.

He spent longer than usual staring at his reflection in the mirror. He needed to look into his own eyes to know if this was just another psychotic episode, or if this was somehow real. He could still feel her kiss on his lips from the bar. He could smell her on his hands. But all of this could just be his mind fucking with him after six months of drugs and doctors telling him it's some long-lost mommy issue.

He exited the bathroom and walked back to his living room, only to freeze in place. The scene before him was some erotic set placement or his mind was really fucking with him.

Drew found Priss wrapped in a huge white robe, stockinged feet sticking out the bottom, reclined back on the couch. All he could think to say was, "You're naked?"

"Of course, well except for this very warm robe, thank the gods," Priss stated, "How I hate to wear all those clothes, just because of a bunch of prudes."

Drew's brain finally engaged, and he started gaping at the scene around him. The living room was transformed into a sensual, romantic playground. The lights were out, and a log burned in the fireplace. Candles were lit in various portions of the room and a bottle of wine was opened with two glasses already poured. The light from the burning log reflected through the wine in the glasses and made it look like the glasses were dancing to some unknown tune. Soft music played in the background from a collection and artist he did not recognize.

Priss was laid back on the corner of the couch still curled in her large white robe, her stockinged feet curled under her. "Come sit with me, me Drew," she said softly while patting the sofa next to her.

Even if he had not wanted her, he was drawn. She slowly untied her sash, and as he approached, she opened the robe to show her sexy naked body.

As the robe opened, Drew stared hopelessly at her unflawed body. She was the epitome of a man's fantasy, all feminine curves with sculpted muscle underneath. Her long hair was intertwined with the couch pillows she had piled behind her. The hair seemed to move and caress the pillows, stroking them like it would caress a lover. He became trapped in her eyes, so beautiful and with such lust and fire behind them.

His eyes traveled down her sculpted neck to the valley between her large breasts. She was holding a wine glass between them and it seemed to be just the perfect place for it to rest. Her large nipples, pierced with golden circles, topped by red gems, seemed to call out to him to suckle and tease. He traveled down to her stomach, all soft curves, something he would love to sculpt one day.

Her long legs stretched out and slowly spread. The only clothing, she wore were black thigh high sheer stockings and her favorite black pearl panties. Her sexy show of spreading her legs showed the engorged lips of her very moist and lovely smooth pussy kissing the strands of pearls attached to her panties. Her stocking tops, strands of pearls and her swollen wet pussy, pulled Drew's eyes and soul.

"God, you are beautiful," he said in almost a whisper.

"Aww, thank you, me boyo. Come sit now and kiss me."

Drew was drawn to her. He could not stop if he wanted to. He leaned over as she tilted her head back and gave her a soft kiss. It was electrifying.

"How do you do that?" Drew questioned. She looked back at him with the most 'how stupid are you look.'

"Magic," he said, and he knew it was real.

***

Drew stepped back trying to clear his head and get some semblance of thought back. The deeper emotions of lust, sexual hunger and desire were inflaming all his being. His cock was so hard it hurt, but he straightened himself and slowly started to undress.

They both knew she controlled this situation, but he wanted to be more than just a "typical male" with a hard cock. She on the other hand knew the adage, "I have the pussy, so I make the rules," and he was staring at that beautiful pussy the whole time he was stripping his clothes.

"Aww, I love when you go... 'commando,' isn't it?... when you wear dungarees," she said with a large smile as he unbuttoned his jeans. Her hair flared out and caressed his leg as her hand traveled to his jeans and helped push them to the ground.

He smiled at the use of the older phrase 'dungarees,' something his grandfather used to say.

Drew stepped out his jeans, then tossed them in the middle of the living room to land in the pile of his clothes. He stood naked before her and for the first time felt self-conscious. His older body did not exude the same sensuality of the feminine form in front of him.

Her hand caressed his leg and he could feel her pull him towards her. He again leaned down and softly kissed her. Her tongue coming out to coyly tease him. He tried to kiss harder, but she placed a hand on his chest and said, "There will be time for that later, we have all the time we want, so for now, softly."

Drew nodded and continued the kiss but wrapped his hand into her hair behind her head, causing her to moan.

He could almost taste a sweetness in the kiss, not necessarily of taste, but of joy in the union.

Drew's other hand started by caressing her neck, and then started to travel down her body until, by accident, abruptly bumped her pierced nipple. It made her flinch. Her hand quickly reached out and held his, firmly but softly.

"Slowly and softly, me Boyo slut. They are very sensitive normally, and as turned on that I am, and swollen that they are...softly and tenderly my Drew."

Between kisses he whispered, "My apologies my Lady, it was an accident of passion. I will try and calm down and take it slower." He stopped and looked into her eyes and could see the simmering lust. "So, am I now my Lady's slut? And what pray tell are my duties?" he said with a smile, knowing they were playing a game between them.

"A slut for now, more later. As for duties...Humm...An orgasm for me, with your mouth and fingers first." She paused looking into his eyes, "Then I need you deep in me, both on top and then from behind. I want you to take me from behind, hard and deep, and then I want to feel you fill me with your seed." She stopped to kiss him and caress him as he was caressing her body already as they talked.

"Me Drew, this is for just us, just the two of us. When our new play toy shows up, we will feed and enjoy our time with her until morning. Now, back to that orgasm my slut!" she said with mirth and a smile.

He left her lips and started kissing her long elegant neck. His right hand was still intertwined in the hair at the back of her neck. He tightened his grip to pull her head back as he kissed. His left hand was copping her breast, squeezing and lightly playing with her nipple.

"Fuck yes," she moaned.

Drew continued to kiss and caress her body and he kissed his way down to her breasts. He worshiped each of her breasts, lightly sucking each nipple. As he switched breasts, his fingers would take on the playing with the other nipple. His other hand had caressed her stomach and thighs, but finally focused one her vulva.

He ran his fingers over the pearls interlaced with her very wet and swollen lips of her sex. Each time he caressed one of her lips, he could feel her have a minor vibration that rolled through her body. Of course, the sucking and playing with her nipples was having the same but different affect. Each time he suckled on her nipples; her body would arch.

As they continued to play, they slid down on the couch, so she was laying on her back, legs splayed, open to him. He slowly slid off the couch and kneeled so he could easily touch and caress her with both hands, while his lips and tongue continued to kiss any exposed skin.

His hand had found her clit nestled in her folds, and slowly rolled it as his fingers slid up and down her wet exposed sex. They dipped deep as they came to her entrance, causing her breath to catch as she was finally penetrated.

Her arching, breathing, and moans continued to gain cadence. Her caresses had stopped, and she just held on to him. Her grip tightened and flexed as her arching became a quick distinct pattern. A pattern defined by his sucking of her nipples and the stroking of his fingers.

Finally, there was a moan that changed to a keening. Her body arched on the couch, with just her head and feet still in place. A very light purple glow seemed to surround her and flow between them. Her grip had tightened, and he could feel her nails bite deeper in his arm. Her hair became frenzied and it almost lashed his face and her eyes rolled back and then closed. The arching and thrashing went on for longer than he thought possible. After all of this, the scene slowly calmed down as she slid back to the couch, her breath finally released, and her body went limp.

"Oh my. Well, that was sure worth the wait." She whispered and then just smiled, still with her eyes closed.

She pulled him in for a series of short soft kisses and asked, "Can I have some of that lovely wine? And after I get over enjoying that special surprise, we will get down to some serious fucking." Drew reached over the center table and shared the closest glass between them.

"Why did you disappear for so long?" Drew enquired.

"Well, the short answer is, I was looking into you." She replied.

"AND?" Drew responded in return.

Awe, let's talk about that later. I have plans for us before our play toy arrives," she commented as she rose from her supine position, pushed Drew to sitting on the couch, and straddled him. She wrapped herself around Drew and almost by accident his very erect cock entered her pussy.

"Oof," she replied, "that was a bit abrupt, but he is not coming out anytime soon," as she wiggled and settled his cock deep inside her. "So, what shall we do for the next couple of hours? I have some ideas." She said with a smirk.

This whole time, Drew knew he was just going along for the ride and was not complaining. He had reached around her with his hands and caressed her from shoulders to her ass. He gripped the cheeks of her ass, spread them and then thrust up to get as deep as could be inside her.

She uttered a slight squeal, and then Drew felt her shudder and heard her moan, softer than the massive orgasm, but some of the same feelings, plus a pulse of purple glow.

"OH My! That was nice. You have latent talent me Boyo."

Priss started to ride, slowly at just the twitch of her hips. Drew could feel her wetness start to run down the base of his cock and over his overladen balls.

"Priss, we need to get a towel, or my couch is going to float away." Drew whispered with the biggest smile he ever had.

Priss, already starting to breathe deeply, stated simply "clean...up...later. Now Focus!"

Drew chuckled, gripped her butt and slid a finger in the crevasse to play with her rosebud. His other hand slid up and started to cup and play with her breast again. She kissed him and pulled his hand back to her ass.

"Let me rub my nipples on your manly hairy chest. You have no idea how many of the young ones nowadays shave their body. Love the hair on your chest," she stated as she really started to ride Drew's cock. Almost out, the head just kissed by her lower lips, and then back down to the base, to slam hips together in a calliope of beautiful sounds and smells. She repeated this over and over, with her breathing and body tremors reaching the same crescendo. She held her breath and came twitching and trembling into his arms.

"Oh god, another good one," she whispered as she clung to him. Drew went to reach for the wine, and she slapped his hand.

"You, me beautiful male slut, just hold me, hold me tight for a bit." As he wrapped her up tight, she exhaled, just smiled and cuddled closer. Drew chuckled again; he was going to have to get his wet-dry shop vac out to clean up her wetness or get a new sofa. Not that he cared, all of this was well worth it.

"You need to cum me Drew, I need you to cum." She said as she raised her head and kissed him softly. "This is so much better than feeding, this is so soft and special, but I need to feel you cum inside me."

"I want to take you from behind, and I mean take you," he said with forcefulness.

"Where and how lover?" she replied while stretching, still in his lap, still with his hard cock embedded deeply.

"On the rug, on your knees, head down and ass up, beautiful."

She crawled from his lap, his wet, sloppy cock slapping against his stomach. Drew was awestruck at the view in front of him. Her knees spread wide, her ass shiny from all her wetness, her pussy gaping, waiting for him to re-enter her. The lips on her beautiful bare smooth pussy were so engorged they were a purple color. She wiggled her hips and looked back over her shoulder.

"Come here and take me, me Drew."

He slid off the couch in one motion but had to do something else before he entered her. He placed his hands on her cheeks and bent down to taste her. As his tongue landed on her lower lips, she just let out a moan and laid her head on the rug.

"OHHHH, Fuck!" she moaned. He ran his tongue deep between her lips, down to her clit and then back up to the top of her inverted lips. He did not stop there but ran his tongue around her rosebud, lightly poking his tongue deep in her ass. She kept moaning and started to tremble again.

He moved up and settled behind her. He rubbed the crown of his cock along her engorged lips and then over her clit, back to her lips, and then around her rosebud.

"Shall I take your ass now or later, my beautiful Apparition?" he whispered, "or shall I just take you?" he stated louder as he rammed the length of his cock fully into her.

Her head snapped up and she let out a loud keen, just as she had when she first came. Drew could feel the ridges of her pussy grab his cock as she started to cum for the third time that night. The sight before him, the wetness, the smell of her essence, and the feel of her gripping pussy, put him over the edge, and he grabbed her hips and shoved every millimeter of his cock into her to cum.

Its was his turn to say, "OH Fuck!" as they both collapsed into a heap on the floor.

He was the first to start a chuckle and with a giggle she joined in. No words needed spoken.

They lay there in bliss for a few moments, looking at the fire burning in the fireplace and the lights and shadows of the candlelight.

Suddenly they heard a knock at the door.

End of Chapter 3, part 2