Wings of Fire Ch. 01

She stopped moving and repositioned her legs, moving them so that she was flat footed on the mattress. As Mari did this, she placed her hands on James' chest and put some of her body weight there. Once she was ready, she lifted her hips upwards, sliding Jim's dick out of her. When the tip was at risk of popping out of her, her slammed her hips down hard on him, burying his cock in her once more.

They both cried out at the sensation of it, as they could see and feel that the other had enjoyed that. Soon the slapping of flesh on flesh filled the room as Marisol continued to ride her man. Jim had placed his hands on Mari's tits as they started to jiggle violently at her motions. Once she had established a rhythm, her pace quickened as she began to drive her hips into his pelvis relentlessly.

A slight purring sound escaped Marisol as she started this, which had turned into a full on feral growl. Sounding like a wild cat, Mari rode James for all she was worth, chasing another orgasm that had found its way into her. It kept taunting and teasing her, staying just out of reach, no matter what she did to bring herself closer to completion.

Sensing this, James decided that he'd help Marisol achieve just that. Sitting up, he pulled his cock out of her and she whined at the loss of it. She was about to ask why he'd done that when she was suddenly turned and thrown onto her back where James was lying down. The shock of what he did wore off as she saw him close the distance between them. Seconds after he drew near, Jim speared her sopping cunt with his still hard dick, drawing a small scream out of Marisol.

Buried to the hilt, Jim let her recover for a few moments before he started to move in and out of her. The pace was slow for maybe a minute, but then Jim ramped up his speed to where he was sliding in and out of her, with all the force of a jackhammer. Marisol was caught off guard by this sudden change and now that he was smashing into her relentlessly, the orgasm that seemed to hover just beyond reach had started to fill her with its nirvana-like high.

She cried out in little squeaks with each strike she received from Jim's efforts. His hands had gripped her hips right by her waistline, fingers digging in so hard that it almost hurt. The level of pleasure that she was receiving was more than enough to offset any pain she was feeling. Marisol could feel the rising wave of the orgasm that was coming, and she knew that it was going to be intense.

Jim sped up his drilling hips, if that could be possible and she could hear him groan and growl. He was drawing near his completion as well and she wanted it to happen the same time that hers did. On reflex, she wrapped her legs around his hips and locked them in place as she felt the first wave break upon her. She shivered and howled like a woman who'd lost her mind, as each rising wave threatened to send he off into oblivious bliss.

James could hardly move with Mari's legs holding him so securely in place but it hardly mattered. Her pussy muscles fluttered and clenched his cock so hard that he growled like a possessed beast. What came out of his mouth was between a loud growl and a full on roar as his cum fired out of him like water from a fire hose. His cum filled Marisol's pussy right to the brim, and some of it had started leaking out, staining the once pristine sheets.

Looking at each other with desire and thankfulness, Jim and Mari kissed each other tenderly. They didn't care that they were both sweaty and gooey from their lovemaking. The two of them just enjoyed each other and the moment that they were in. Sadly, the moment didn't last as they heard banging on the ceiling, from the floor above.

"Hey! Keep it down you horny kids! Some of us need sleep you know!" an old and cantankerous voice sounded through the ceiling. Looking up then back at each other, James and Marisol then broke into a fit of laughter before they lay down next to each other. They cuddled for a few minutes before Mari got up and walked back over to the table. Rummaging around in her handbag, she found what she was looking for and withdrew it. She walked back to the bed, holding a sealed manila envelope in her hands.

"As promised Jim, here is the letter that your mother asked me to deliver to you," she said as she handed him the envelope. "I hope whatever is in it, contains the answers and closure that you seek."

She then turned and headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind her, to give Jim some privacy. Although they had just had some seriously life altering sex, Marisol respected James enough to let him read his mother's letter in private. Sighing happily at Mari's attitude and her, Jim tore open the letter as he heard the shower being turned on in the bathroom. Inside was a single sheet of paper and a stub from the local Vault-Safe branch.

Vault-Safe was a package service that could either hold or deliver packages and letters according to the wishes of the customer. It was a service that had sprung up in the wake of the second World War. Many men had gone off to war and needed some place to store their valuables and ensure that those who they were intended for would get to them.

Since the end of the war, Vault-Safe's business had expanded dramatically, as there were many people who wanted a safer place to store their heirlooms, wills and such. Many people couldn't afford safe deposit boxes that banks offered. Vault-Safe stored any item at a fraction of the cost, which made them an ideal place for keeping any heirloom safe. There were also the policies that Vault-Safe had in place, which made people feel that they could trust them better.

Jim set aside the claim stub and read the letter. He knew that his mother had written it because of the elegant flowing script that graced the page.

'My dearest boy James,

If you are reading this right now, I have likely departed this world and you are now on your own. Don't despair or weep for me, my precious and beautiful boy. I did everything that I could to keep you safe and although there are some things that I've done that you have questioned, just know that they were done with your safety in mind. You no doubt have questions, so I will do what I can to answer them.

You remember when we tried to leave, when we were heading for the border? We were almost through, but we were separated. I'm not sure if you recollect this, but us being separated was a deliberate move, engineered by your uncle. He had friends in the US army and had us corralled so that we couldn't leave.

Andrew has always enjoyed controlling people and with me, he wanted nothing less than ultimate control. You see, the estate was to be left in my name, as your grandfather had always favored me over him. That was something that Andrew couldn't have and keeping me here was a way of exerting his authority over us. He found me in a holding cell and demanded that I forfeit all claim over the estate. He threatened your life if I refused to cooperate, so I did, to save you.

Though I had managed to convince him to not kill or do harm to either of us outright. It would look suspicious not only to father, but to the police. Even of a man with the Brighton name, there's only so many people he could keep quiet. So, I managed to convince him that the only way for it to happen was for him to wait and allow me to change father's mind. I told him that it could take years. He didn't want to wait that long but, in light of father's suspicions of him and the threat of the police looking into his affairs convinced him otherwise.

I don't doubt that your uncle now controls the estate and likely my share of the family fortune. I'm sorry that I failed you all those years ago, when we tried to get across the border. Though your uncle has control of what should now be yours, you do have a right and a proper claim to that money. Sadly, I am afraid that your uncle will exert every influence that he has, to keep it out of your hands.

There is something though, that I have managed to keep out of your uncle's hands. It is something that belonged to your father and now, it belongs to you. Take the Vault-Safe stub to the branch that is printed upon it. When you find it, open it in a safe place, away from prying eyes.

Always remember my son, that I have loved you every day of my life and my only regret is that I won't be around to see you give me grandchildren. Farewell my handsome boy and I hope that you remember all that I have taught you. Love,

Mom'

Jim teared up and was nearly balling his eyes out upon finishing the letter. He reached out to his pants and pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket. Using it to clear his eyes and nose, He read the letter at least three more times before picking up the stub he set on the bedside table. Reading it over, he realized that he knew the address of the Vault-Safe branch. It was just down the road from the hotel!

Deciding that he needed to find out exactly what it was that his mother had stored at Vault-Safe, Jim quickly got dressed. Though he reeked of sex, he didn't care one whit of what people thought of him. As he finished with his shoes, Jim knocked on the bathroom door.

"Yes Jim?" Mari asked, peeking from behind the shower curtain.

"I need to step out for a few minutes. Have an errand that I need to run but I'll be right back, OK?"

"Promise?" she asked, giving a mild stink eye.

"Scout's honor," he replied holding up his hand. Smiling, Marisol went back to the shower and Jim snatched the key from where it sat on the table. He walked out of the room, down the stairs and stepped outside, heading down the road. He didn't have to go far, maybe a whole block before he arrived at the Vault-Safe branch.

With the tab in hand, he walked on in, thankful that it was still early enough. Another hour and the branch would have been closed. As he walked inside, he saw a pair of burly men dressed as guards sitting at a nearby desk. They were chatting but the moment he entered, they looked right at him, faces like masks of stone.

Not wanting to draw undue attention to himself, he walked up to the counter where a young man about his age, seemed to be busy writing something. He looked up and gave James and appraising look, but one that also had a good deal of judgement behind. Jim bristled at the thought of being judged as such but kept calm as he didn't want to cause a scene.

"May I help you?" the young man asked haughtily.

"Yes sir. I'm here to retrieve a package. I have the payment stub right here," Jim replied as cordially as he could manage.

"You? Retrieve a package? With a stub you no doubt stole?" the boy scoffed.

"Wait a minute, I just found this in a letter from my mother and..."

"Say what you will half breed, I refuse to believe it. John, Buck, remove this yellow trash and don't be gentle about it," the arrogant boy smirked. The guards started to advance on him but without the smile that the clerk wore.

"What is all the commotion going on up here?" a wizened and snarky voice piped up from behind the clerk. Turning instantly, the young man blanched as he spoke to the presence behind him.

"It's nothing sir. Just another transient with a stolen stub," the boy explained hurriedly.

"A stolen stub you say? Let me have a look at it and I'll determine if it has been stolen," the man's voice said.

"Sir, there is really no need..." the boy started to say before he was cut off.

"There is every need for me to see it. Now move your ass Bart before I kick it from here to Germany!" the man snapped. Jumping at the threat, Bart moved away from the desk as the old man approached it. He was a heavyset man, with hair that was silver grey and well groomed, a thick mustache and piercing blue eyes. The nametag on his uniform labelled him as Adam, the Vault-Safe manager.

He held out his hand in a gesture to receive the stub and Jim gave it to him. The guards, John and Buck, had stopped in their tracks the moment Adam got involved. They sat there, waiting for either the go ahead to throw Jim out, or the order to return to the desk. Adam scrutinized the stub carefully, then turned to James and peered at him, as though he was trying to place him. A moment later, his face lit up as he clearly remembered something of importance.

"Oh yes! I remember this one! A beautiful young woman came here many years ago. I often wondered when you'd be about," Adam addressed Jim. "Bart!" he barked, and the boy rushed to his side and Adam handed him the stub. "Go find the package and bring it here. Move your ass boy!"

Bart did as he was told and took the stub, turning to the vault area. He shot a glare at Jim as he shuffled away, obviously not happy at the turn of events. Like he had eyes in the back of his head, Adam's hand flew out and cuffed Bart upside the head. He cried out in pain and rubbed the back of his head as he turned to question his boss at what that was for.

"I saw that," was all Adam said before he dismissed Bart and turned to the two bricks that were standing like lumps on a log. "Well? Back to your security desk boys. Save your energy for your lady friends that you're going to see later."

The guards looked at the other and then simply shrugged as they turned back to the desk. As they left, Jim saw the ghost of a smirk on their faces. Apparently, Jim and Adam weren't the only ones who didn't like Bart.

"I apologize for the boy's rudeness young man. He still has a lot to learn," the old man apologized.

"Indeed."

"As I was saying. I wondered when you'd come along to claim this package. Your mother was very specific that it be handed to you and only you," the manager said.

"How did you know that it was my mother who dropped off the package for me?" Jim asked.

"It is simple really. You have a good deal of her in your features son. She was quite the beauty last time I saw her. I am curious, how is she these days?"

"She's...." Jim couldn't finish the sentence and he didn't need to.

"I'm sorry son. I didn't know. The world is a lesser place with her gone. You have my sympathies," Adam apologized again.

"Thank you," Jim said. "Hopefully, she's in a better place now."

"That's all we can hope for when its our time to go, isn't it? Ah! Here it is! I will need a signature from you to verify that it's been received," Adam said. Jim knew the protocol of Vault-Safe as when a package was deposited, a name, or names, would be given by the depositor of who was to claim it. If the name matched the one the depositor left, then the package would be handed over. If it didn't then the person in question would be seeing the inside of a jail cell before the night was over.

Jim signed the paper that was tabled to him by Adam. After checking its veracity, Adam nodded then gestured to Bart, who slid the package to Jim. It was sizable to be sure, about a foot wide, by a foot high and almost four feet long. Jim thanked the manager once again as he took his parcel and left without another word. As he crossed the threshold, he heard Adam's voice shout out in anger and Jim smirked to himself as he walked out.

James knew for sure that Bart was getting his ass chewed out by the kindly manager and he almost laughed out loud. He could have looked over his shoulder to see the arrogant boy take his licks, but that was just bad manners. The afternoon had darkened to late evening and it was nearly twilight outside. Jim hurried along back to the hotel, before someone decided to stop him and demand to know what it was he was carrying.

Thankfully, James made it back to the hotel without incident and walked back into the room, locking the door behind himself. He set the parcel down on the coffee table and looked about for Marisol. He listened and found that she was still in the shower. Taking a moment, he sniffed himself and decided that he could do with a shower himself. Working all day in this heat in an airfield tended to make you smell like you rolled out of a dumpster.

Shucking his clothes, he walked into the bathroom and slipped into the shower behind Marisol. She squeaked in surprise but then smiled up at him as he cozied up to her under the hot needle spray. Sighing into his chest, Mari just sat there, nestled up against her lover as she just let herself be.

Jim also took the time to just stand there and enjoy Mari's presence. Growing up in the house he was always surrounded by people, most of whom were servants. Though he was generally well liked, a few of them made it seem like he shouldn't even be there. Marisol, no matter the hour or the place, always made him feel at home and welcome, like he actually belonged there.

He looked down at the woman he had shared his bed with not too long ago and drew her face up to his, kissing her. She reciprocated the action, moaning into him happily as she hugged him. He could have gone for some more nookie with her and almost did, but he stopped himself. As much as he wanted to take her now, he still had to open that package that Anna had left for him.

Sighing to himself, he reached for the soap that the hotel had provided and started washing himself up. Marisol took the soap from him when he was done and washed up as well. Once they were clean, Jim shut off the water and the stepped out. After getting toweled off, the pair of lovers went and got dressed. Mari in her clothes that she'd worn while James fished out a set of clean clothes for himself.

After setting his belt, Jim went over to the package and tore off the tape that held the lid shut. Lifting the flaps, he saw that the whole was filled with old rags, stuffed in to the point where they provided a complete nest like shroud. Anyone who held or moved it would likely have no idea what was contained within it. The rags seemed to be giving off some kind of fragrance, that he had trouble placing, though it reminded him of cloves.

Jim, using his hands carefully delved into the mess of rags, trying to discern what was within it. After maybe five seconds, his hands found something that felt almost cylindrical. Reaching with his other hand, he found another piece of whatever it was and gripped it. Ever so slowly, he pulled it out of the box, the wrappings falling away from the item. As he turned about to face Marisol, the item was revealed to the both of them.

It was a katana sword, the preferred and favored weapon of the samurai. The handle appeared to be made of a cherry wood, the color of the stained wood showing through the webbing that wrapped around it. The sheath was similarly decorated, but in colors of red and black lacquer, with a design of golden dragons scrolling up and down its length.

James was stunned that his mother actually had something like this in her possession! She'd never told him about it, but considering the letter that she'd left for him, he figured that she didn't want his uncle to know about its existence. Mari was similarly entranced, having never seen such a beautiful sword until now. The old European blades that decorated the estate walls seemed dull and uninteresting in comparison.

Jim had read about these kinds of blades and knew that there was a trick to drawing them. Grabbing the sheath just below the hilt, he placed his thumb at its base and pushed it upwards. With a soft click, the blade came free of its prison and he drew it out. The blade gleamed dully in the light of the room, its luster dimmed by the coagulated oil on it. Entranced by the blade, he didn't hear Marisol say anything until she stood up and grabbed his face, commanding his attention.

"Jim, I think there is something else here for you," she said, pointing back to the sheath. Sure enough, there was a sheet of browned paper that was wrapped around the hilt, secured by two pieces of string. Carefully setting the blade down, he slid the paper off the wooden item and dispensed with the string, unfurling the paper. It was another note from his mother, although this one lacked her signature. He read it to himself, his eyes widening at the contents.