Once Bitten Ch. 06

She pressed herself against the door jam, again blocking my way. Her eyes dark with irritation, but then she dropped her eyes to my cock, and the irritation waned.

"Well that's no fair," she said, and let me pass, "You're not fair with your supernatural charisma and charms. How can I stay mad at you? And I am mad at you, Rick."

I slipped past her and pulled on a pair of boxers, then turned to her.

"I was attuned to Racheal, her mind, her desires. I played into exactly what she wanted. I wasn't rash." I explained.

"That might be true, Rick," she said, "I understand her kink. But her scream was almost a disaster. It was only because we were monitoring the situation, and a slight influx of magick that the roommate believed the old, 'stubbed my toe,' gambit."

I scratched the back of my head, trying not to show irritation with the fae folk surveillance network.

"We also used magick to keep your volume lower after that," she continued, "You make a lot more noise than you think. All that grunting and growling. I know deep inside you're a beast Rick, but do be careful."

I shrugged and nodded, "Pitchforks, I get it." I said, "Lesson learned, and I'll exercise some patience."

"Good," she said, "You're doing great, by the way. Presents for both, and a special dinner. They will appreciate that."

"I'd appreciate a soundproof dungeon." I said with a smirk.

"Did you read any of the map I gave you," Sammi smiled, "We fae folk do appreciate a good torture session."

With that she poofed out of my apartment.

I walked down the stairs to tidy up the kitchen one last time. The two sheets that Sammi had left, a list of rooms to introduce myself to, and a map of the apartments and its amenities. I scanned the list of rooms, and noticed a number. The same number that Lana had shouted at me when I left the elevator. I wrote, "LANA" beside it, and smiled.

"For another day," I thought to myself.

I picked up the map, and scanned it, looking at the list of rooms. Sure enough down in the garage, one room well away from where the main apartments were, was labeled "Playroom - see management for reservation."

"Huh," I thought to myself, "I will have to check that out."

I pushed the two sheets into a kitchen drawer and scanned the entry and the table, then lit the candles one by one. I opened the wine bottles to let them decant a bit and I was serving the Caesar salad onto plates when there was a knock on the door.

I opened the door and smiled at Celia, "Good evening," I said, "Hope you didn't have trouble finding the place", I said.

"Actually I live here too," she said, and told me her room number.

A room number that was also on the list. Which gave me a mix of relief and disappointment. Relief because I wouldn't have to introduce myself to a stranger. Disappointment for the same reason. I'm complicated.

"That's convenient," I said, "Honestly though, I'm hoping I won't have to walk you home after dinner."

"I'm of the same mind," she said, "But you'll have to let me in first."

She smiled as I opened the door wide and offered her entry. I blushed and shut the door. She leaned closer to me, and I wrapped her into a firm hug. She lifted her chin to look at me. I lowered my mouth to kiss her, and she kissed back.

"Mmm, that's better," she said, smiling, "Now it feels like a date."

I stood back and looked at her. She had transformed herself. She wore a simple black dress that fit snugly along her curves. The bodice was strapless, her full breasts still stood proudly stretching the skin tight material perfectly. It appeared painted on to her body, stopping at mid-thigh, and then displayed her shapely legs. She had traded her boots in for a lovely pair of pumps which accentuated her calves. I let my eyes lift up to her eyes.

"You look beautiful," I said, noticing her eyes had made a similar journey of my body and dress.

Her eyes and face were made up nicely. Her face and cheeks needed little makeup, but her eye makeup drew attention to her soft brown eyes, and her lipstick was a dark mahogany which matched her olive complexion perfectly.

"You are handsome too," she smiled, then looked around. "Flowers and candles, you went all out."

"First guest to my apartment deserves the full treatment." I said and held out a chair for her.

She carefully swiveled her hips and descended into the chair, and I helped to push her closer to the table. I retrieved the salad plates, and served her, then filled her wine glass. I sat down opposite and filled my own. I lifted my glass smiling across the table.

"Welcome to my home, Celia," I said, "Here's to us."

"To us," she said with a grin, "fucking until we can't fuck anymore, after dinner."

I laughed and took a sip as she smiled.

"Plenty of time for dessert," I said, "There is even tiramisu if we need to be revived."

The salad course went fairly quickly. We both were undressing each other with our eyes. We both were not very good at small talk. We both were anxious for the after dinner festivities. She pushed her plate away, and I got up to get the lasagna. She waited and smiled up at me as I served her a square. I added a serving to my plate, and put the tray on the table. I looked at her as I sat down. She hadn't touched her fork, looking at me.

"We can eat later." I said

I barely got the words out of my mouth before she pushed her chair back and leaned over the table. I leaned towards her. Her fingers grabbed my tie, then we were kissing heatedly. In our passion both my shirt and her dress were smashed into the fresh lasagna. Only after we parted for a moment, both breathing in the heat of the passionate kiss did she notice.

"Fuck," she said, looking down at her dress, the looked at me and laughed.

My white shirt was a mess of red sauce, cheese and meat. I shook my head and pulled off my tie, and started unbuttoning my shirt. She stood up as I was undressing and turned around. I pulled down her zipper, and soon we were both in our underwear. She had a lovely black lace bra and matching panties.

"Oh," I said, "I got you a gift!" I slipped past her, and grabbed the gift bag.

She looked at the store logo, then lifted an eyebrow.

"Bold move for a first date, Rick," she grinned.

"My bedroom is at the top of the stairs." I said, "I'll put our clothes in the washing machine, and meet you up there?"

"The bold moves keep rolling," Celia smiled and kissed my cheek, "Don't be long."

I didn't take long at all. I was able to remove the majority of the melted cheese goo from our clothes in the kitchen sink. I put the cover on the lasagna, and put our plates in the fridge along with the tray. I dumped the wet clothes in the washing machine in the closet, added some detergent, and started a delicate cycle, then changed my mind, and went with normal. If I ruined her dress, I'd buy her a new one. Then rushed up the stairs.

My head rose over the last few steps and I looked over at my bed. Celia was lying on her side, dressed in the diaphanous black lace gown. The caged bra straps were visible as they molded to the shape of her breasts. She forgot to put on the panties though.

"No panties," I winked, "Bold move."

"Great job on the sizes, Rick," she said, a bit sarcastically, "The bra fits perfectly, but not the panties. It's okay, you know I don't wear panties anyway."

"Well I did have some help with the bra size." I said and slipped onto the bed beside her.

"MMmmm you did, didn't you." she cooed.

She rolled onto her back, and I crawled over her, my hand just on the other side of her head. Her lush dark brown locks were free and framing her face. I kissed her lips tenderly, and she returned the kiss. Then we both felt the need to deepen the kiss. She tasted good, our tongues explored each other's mouths.

"We didn't kiss this afternoon, did we?" I asked as my fingers combed her hair off her cheek.

She shook her head, "This is the first time you kissed me, you knave." she smiled.

"I should kiss you more," I said and did.

We went slower. Kissing each other, fingers touching and exploring. More intimate than our first rushed fuck fest. Few words were spoken as we enjoyed the sensations. I peeled her gown off her shoulders and kissed along her breasts. She arched her back, and my hands slid under her back to unclasp her bra. She sighed looking at me as she felt it relax. I straddled her hips, my cock straining in my boxers, and pulled the cups up and off releasing her breasts. I tossed the bra to the side and grabbed her wrists.

I pressed her wrists over her head, and lowered my mouth to her breast. My lips enveloped a dark aureole centered by her stiff nipple. Her nipples were thick and long and sucked one into my mouth and flicked the tip with my tongue. She writhed under me, arching to press her breast into me. Her arms stretched above her unable to touch me. I teased her breasts and nipples, sucking and gnawing as she moaned. I could feel she wanted more. I did too.

She pushed at my arms and I let her go, and she pushed me back and rolled me to the side. Then it was her turn, as she looked down at my tented boxers. She gripped the waistband and pulled down, releasing it to stand proud. She lowered her mouth and sucked on the tip, licking the pre-cum collected under my foreskin. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

I ran my hand over her round bare ass, and squeezed it, then pressed my fingers between her thighs. She was stroking my shaft and sucking my crown. She moaned as my fingers wormed along her folds, spreading her arousal. She ground her hips into my fingers as I found her clit and lightly brushed. Her mouth dropped onto my cock and I felt my crown press into her throat, and I groaned.

"I want to taste you too," I growled.

I gripped her thigh and she lifted it up, twisting as I helped to guide her knee over my head. Her bare cunt, waxed and glistening hovered over my mouth. I inhaled her scent which caused my cock to pulse then gripped her ass and pulled her down to my mouth. I sank my tongue into her and lapped at her delicious fluids. Sweet, musky and completely feminine. I fed on her cunt.

She was enjoying discovering every inch of my cock, and then leaned forward pressing my cock flat against my belly to suck each of my balls. She licked and groaned as her fingers stroked my cock. I felt her cunt clench as she slid back and sucked my crown back into her mouth.

She crawled forward, and I smacked her ass as her cunt slipped from my mouth. She shifted to the side, reversed then straddled my cock. She looked at me and lowered her pussy to my cock then leaned and kissed me as she ground her hips and quivered feeling my crown draw over her clit.

She rose up, and wordlessly dropped her hand to my cock as she lifted her hips. I looked into her eyes as I felt her shift my swollen crown to her lips and fit me inside her dropping her hips down. Her eyes widened then lidded half closed as I filled her. She moaned until she was fully impaled. She smiled and leaned forward to kiss me.

My hands filled with her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as we kissed. She rode up and down, slowly. She kissed me deeply, like we did at first. This time our kisses grew moans from each of us as she slowly fucked me. Her cunt squeezed around my shaft as she worked her hips. I pressed her up and lifted my mouth to her breasts, sucking in a nipple. She held my head to her breast and continued to grind herself up and down my length.

She looked at me, her eyes warm as I pulled from her breast. I lifted up and wrapped my arm around her waist, my other hand combed through her hair and pulled her into a kiss. Then I lifted and rolled and twisted her onto her back. She purred and looked at me with open eyes.

"Mmm, now fuck me Rick," she growled, "I need you to fuck me hard."

I rose up on my knees and gripped her hips, and thrust deep inside her. I shifted finding the right spot then started hammering into her with hard strokes. I gripped a full breast in my firm grip as my hips drew back and slammed in deep. I built up the pace as she purred under me, her hips lifting to meet my thrusts.

I growled and moved my hand to her neck and pressed her down into my mattress. Her eyes flew open and her hands grabbed my forearm, holding on as I limited her breathing. My thrust accelerated, and I shifted and dropped my hand to her crotch. I made a fist and pressed down into the top of her cunt, grinding my knuckles into her clit. Then with her throat gripped firmly in my grasp, I rutted hard and fast.

She moaned out, then tried to suck in a breath. My grip tightened and she bucked underneath me, unable to pull in enough oxygen. I watched her eyes, as her face reddened. I growled as my hips slapped into her, my fist slowly grinding, adding pressure which compressed her cunt around my stroking cock. Suddenly she was there, on the edge of orgasm. Her eyes pleaded as she exhaled weakly and tried to inhale again thinly.

"Cum like you're my whore." I growled and watched her closely.

Her reaction, muddled from oxygen deprivation, took a moment before she responded, then she bucked hard as she peaked. She thrashed under me, her thighs clamping against my side, her cunt convulsing around my cock. Her eyes flashed open and her head tossed back. I released the hand at her throat and she inhaled deeply, then was rocked with another orgasm as I continued to fuck her. My hand lifted and both my hands gripped her hips, then thrust deeply grinding into her then I roared as I came.

My cock pulsed inside her, billowing streams of built up cum into her womb. Her eyes widened in awe as she bucked as yet another orgasm raced through her nerves. Then I lifted my hands to her head, fingers combed into her hair and kissed her. I pressed my weight into her, feeling her breasts pillow into my chest. She gasped as her arms wrapped around my back. Kissing back as our bodies slowed and came to rest.

I pushed up and smiled, her smile was soft. She lifted to kiss me again.

"Don't move," she said, looking at my eyes, searching them.

Then she squeezed her cunt around my cock, relaxed and squeezed again. My eyes rolled back at the sensation. Her grin widened, as her eyes brightened.

"You didn't think this was going to be one and done, did you Rick?" She purred.

I shook my head, and kissed her again, my hips drawing back as her cunt tugged at my cock. Then pressing in deeper. Starting another slow build up.

"Good boy," she said and we kissed some more.

I pushed back pulling my cock from her cunt, she looked up at me with a slight frown of confusion.

"Roll over." I growled while stroking my cock, "Lift your ass up"

"Mmm" she said, already rolling, "thought you'd never ask."

She slid her knees up and arched her back, lifting her round ass up and gyrating, offering her behind to me. I grabbed her ass cheeks and curled my fingers into her flesh. She purred and pressed back.

"Wasn't really asking," I growled then spanked her ass hard.

"Aaaighmmmm" she expressed.

She felt the sting of pain then moaned as it morphed into pleasure. I spanked again, harder and felt her arousal shift up more. Raking my nails over her flesh to elicit another reaction. I peppered her ass with hard spanks, and firm grips. Her caramel flesh bloomed in a deeper red hue as I manhandled her. She extended her arms out in front of her, lying outstretched, her breasts pillowed under her.

I cupped her sex, with my fingers. Pressing into her as she rolled her hips and ground back. Two fingers then three jammed into her molten cunt, she tossed her head and looked over her shoulder with lust filled eyes.

"Enough teasing," she purred, "fuck your whore"

I pulled my fingers out then stroked my cock. Spreading her slick juices and combining them with my pre-cum again oozing from my glans. I pulled her ass up and aligned my cock, then slammed into her with one stroke.

"Fuck yes," she encouraged and pressed back twerking her hips, "use me, make me your bitch."

I gripped her hips and steadied her, another spank to her ass as I hammered into her hard. My thrusts pressed her forward in the sheets, inching to the headboard. She felt it with her fingers then flattened her hands and pressed. Her posture stabilized and my thrusts hammered into her. Her body flexed as it absorbed my rutting, her cunt stretching to accept my cock.

She was moaning in a continuous stream. Cursing and begging for more. I lowered over her round backside, continuing the heavy fucking, gripped her dark mane of hair and tugged back. She arched back as she growled. She tried to look back at me, but my grip controlled her motions.

I pulled back more, inducing her to arch back and lift her chest from the bed. I reached around her chest and pulled her up with my other arm. I lowered my hips down, still driving up into her. I released her hair and wrapped my arm around her throat, pulling her back against my chest. Her head tilted back, and her dark hair spread over my shoulder as she looked up at me.

I kissed her deeply as she gyrated her hips. I gripped her breast, my arm crossing over her body, keeping her close as my cock jammed into her, curving over her g-spot in a continuous rhythm. She moaned into my mouth as my fingers pulled at her nipple. She parted the kiss to look at me.

"Fuck, you drive me crazy," she purred, "now make me cum."

I pulled my fingers from her nipple and she yelped then moaned as my cock drove into her. My hand dropped and spanked her clit eliciting a shriek and a moan as her cunt clenched. Then my fingers were rubbing her firm clit, rapid circles like I was playing her body like a guitar. Her body thrummed in my grip vibrating like a standup bass.

"Cum." I growled looking into her eyes, "Be my slut, cum like my whore. Fucking cum."

Her mouth opened as she crested into orgasm, I could feel her cunt clamp down and her thighs clench. Her lower body trembled, losing control. The wave of bliss transmitted through her body and she thrashed in my arms. I didn't stop flicking her clit. I kept fucking her.

She closed her eyes and let out a continuous series of moans, waves of orgasms shooting through her, her juices dripped down her thighs and made a puddle under us. I didn't stop until she went almost limp in my arms and sagged back.

I lowered her to the bed and she sprawled rolling to her back. Her eyes were hazy with lust, finding mine then dropping to watch me stroke my cock. She licked her lips then opened her mouth, pressing her breasts together.

"Fuck yes," she growled, "paint your bitch, mark me with your spunk, fucking claim your whore."

I stroked and grunted, my hips jerking as I came hard. I felt my cock pulse and my balls tighten, then ropes of thick white cum sprayed over her bright caramel flesh. I was amazed at how much I came leaving streaks of white cream over her breasts and abdomen. She spread the goo into her flesh.

I crawled on my knees and gripped a handful of her mane then fed her my cock. Her eyes rolled back at the taste and her tongue lapped at the cum leaking from my tip. Her hand stroked my cock, milking it, purring as she sucked every drop of my cum. She then pulled back and smacked her lips, licking to capture any stray drops then swallowed and showed me her empty mouth.

Keeping my fist in her hair I lowered and kissed her. I slid beside her and wrapped her tightly in my arms. She purred with contentment. Her body was warm and flexible. Relaxed in the bliss filling the room. We both settled together finding our way under the blankets and spooning as she fell asleep in my arms. I wasn't far behind.

Author's Note

Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Rick is making more and more connections and is enjoying the benefits of his fae nature. Do you think he'll ever get it right?