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Repercussions of a Summons Gone Awry [Sera X Procyonix]

Alaric nodded, “No, I guess you're right. I just, things are hard right now, I know. And you have only a little time each day right now when you are yourself. But it was on my mind.” Feeling her body flush against his chest he sighed deeply in pleasure. How could he not? Her body was perfect in every way in his eyes, especially when it was pressed against him skin to skin. Once that happened it was hard for him to think about much other than making love to her. Fortunately, he was able to fight that urge right now, wanting to focus on intimacy and getting to know one another a little better. And so he held her tight against him in the bath and kissed her neck and shoulders again.

Whispering against her ear, he told her, “Tell me something you enjoy, physically, that I haven't explored with you yet, Ceci. Or perhaps something you want to try. Tell me something you want that I can give you yet in this lovely time together.” He wanted to give her something special, something that she liked or wanted to try. If he was honest with himself, he hoped it was something she wanted to try, meaning it could be something that was uniquely theirs. But while that might be true, he wanted to please her. This mess was hard on her, and he knew it. She put up a brave front, but when her mind was her own, she could remember the things done to her or by her amped up body.

Washing her beautiful bright red hair, he rinsed it out for her gently. His mouth went to hers once more and he kissed her with a soft intensity that spoke of his hunger for her, of his need for not just her body, but her heart. She was here with him, and he would make her happy while she was.
 
Something she enjoyed physically? Something she hadn't tried before? Ceci rested her head against Alaric's shoulder, twisting a little so she could look up at him. She quietly pondered what she enjoyed, and for several long moments all she could think about was how much she enjoyed the warmth of the water around her. Her eyes fluttered closed, a content hum escaping her lips. “Mmmm…” Then it hit her. She had briefly thought about it in her cottage- making love to Rakith in the bath. Ceci tensed, her eyes slowly opening as she sat up straight. She was regarding Alaric with a cautious expression as she considered the thoughts running rampant through her mind. Did she want to share that with him? She imagined it could be an extremely intimate moment.

Alaric began to wash her hair, his fingers gentle as they worked to rinse the wet locks.As her head tilted she felt their lips unite, startling her. She didn't move, instead she leaned into the kiss, expressing that she wouldn't push away from the intensity. When she pulled back she captured his gaze, her own somewhat nervous. “I've never been…” she paused, “Been intimate in the bath…” She finished in a soft whisper. “Rakith...had to leave before we could...eh...explore such an experience…” Ceci ducked her head, feeling an odd mixture of guilt and anticipation. She didn't know if she should offer him what she hadn't yet given to Rakith, but she found herself wanting to share it with Alaric. He was her lone comfort until Rakith found her. He offered her nothing but happiness in a situation where she could easily fall apart.

“Take me...take my body....in this little piece of paradise that you've created for us…” She requested, lifting a hand to his cheek. “I want to know the feeling of our bodies entwined beneath the warmth of the water…” She murmured shyly. “Give me more reason to look forward to nights away from them…” Ceci pleaded, pressing her lips to Alaric's jawline. Her hand smoothed down from his cheek to neck, before it slid down the front of his chest. “Show me what you feel…” Ceci whispered, her lips brushing his ear as her confidence slowly built. “Prove to me further that we're different...That this is not just magic and trickery…” Her lips made their way back to his, stealing them in a sensual kiss that screamed her desire.
 
I've never been… Been intimate in the bath…Rakith...had to leave before we could...eh...explore such an experience…
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Alaric was aware of her body, and how ready it was, the heat coming off of her even through the heat of the water. Yet those words were all he heard. They reverberated through his soul like a bell. She offered him something new, that she wanted to share with him. Offering him something that Rakith had not experienced with her. It had been what he had hoped for, wanted to hear, but actually hearing it, that was something utterly different and his insides melted into a puddle of goo at his feet.

Show me what you feel…” Prove to me further that we're different...That this is not just magic and trickery…​

Her kiss was scorching and soul searching and his entire body trembled with such desire as he had never felt. Not for sexuality, no, but for her, for the joy that was Ceci. The kiss he gave her in return was the same, sweet and sensual filled with how she made him feel. The desire, the hopes, the dreams, that need of her. The fear he would lose her when her demon returned. Everything that was Alaric was in that kiss. Holding her tightly against him, her nestled her against his chest as he shifted in the pool of water that was the bath, placing one of her legs on either side of him so they could face one another.

But rather than attack her body like a starving animal, he caressed her softly, both with soap and sponge and fingers and lips. Exploring her body as if he had never seen it before without clothing on. Soft kisses and well placed tender bites teased her skin which was already on the edge of bursting into flames. But he persisted. After all, if this was real, the best way to show it, was to focus on her pleasure, not his.

Fingers tracing her body, he moved to rub her thighs beneath the soapy waters, teasing her vulva between their bodies. Lifting her slightly, he set her down onto his shaft, but rather than start to move, he let it sit there, the two of them as once person. For that one moment, merged into one soul.
 
Ceci could feel his body's reaction to her kiss, knowing that she was giving him something he deeply desired. A gift for him alone. Her hands found his shoulders, gripping them as their lips continued to tangle, pulling at the desire for a close emotional bond. Neither of them wanted their bond to be about only sex. Ceci didn't want to feel like a cheap whore, she wanted a more emotional bond with her partner, regardless of who it was. Alaric would be no different. She loved Rakith, could she love Alaric too? Would she have loved him first if he'd found his way into her life years earlier? Straddling him, she sighed in bliss, feeling worshiped as he explored her with gentle caresses and careful kisses. Each sweet bite made her shiver. She murmured his name, her eyes shut and her head tipped back, hair dipped into the water.

The candles flickered around them, the wine forgotten. She could hear the gentle crackling of the fire nearby, keeping the room warm even above the water. Not that they needed it. Their bodies ignited one another in a way that it could have been snowing around them and they still would have felt nothing but heat. She was already prepared to join him as one, so when he shifted, she welcomed him, offering a pleased cry. They remained still, neither daring to move, and her eyes opened to catch his in an intense stare. "Alaric," She purred, her hand smoothing around to the back of his neck. She was pulling his lips to meet hers. Her legs pushed against either side of him, holding their bodies tightly joined.

Ceci pulled back, her eyes open as she let their lips hover close. Their breath mixing between them as they held each other's gaze. She realized as she kept their eyes locked that she didn't want to be parted from him anymore during her stay. But at the same time she felt self conscious at the thought of him seeing her in such demeaning manners with others. Even if he took part in them, she knew later she would be ashamed and mortified, ready to hide herself away with embarrassment. He would know she had no choice, but her feelings would be the same regardless. She didn't want him to see her like that. She wanted him to know her only as she was with him. As they were now.

Her desire spiked, her blood aflame as she rolled her hips, her breath catching as she made the first move. "Remember this..." She said urgently, "Remember these moments...Not whatever comes later..." Ceci pleaded. She leaned forward, pressing herself down against him as she continued a slow dance with her hips, her lips coasting up his neck to his mouth. "Please..."
 
Alaric groaned from the way she moved on him. It was far better than traditional sex. The soft intimacy they shared. They way she moved on him, giving them both pleasure. Her plea was not unexpected, with so little time left before their peaceful time together ended, she would soon change into the sex starved woman the Cabal wished her to be. Not the woman either of them wished her to be. In a way, they did get their pyrrhic victory over her, but not over the Demon they sought to lay low through her. Alaric had done his part to change that. Still the sweet innocent young woman she had been before no longer existed. Or if she did, she would be hidden deep in her too afraid to come out again.

Wiping such thoughts from his mind, he focused on the now. “There is nothing but now, you.. me... a beautiful bath together. Intimate and sensual. The rest doesn't matter. It's not real. This is. YOU remember this, Ceci. That you have men who are real for you, who care for you. And we will prevail in the end. I will not abandon you.” His body trembled with the need to protect her as well as the heat and passion that was inside them. The mood was perfect, save for the reminder of what was to come. Moving gently within her, her made slow rhythmic love to her beneath the water. “You are, and always shall be, my goddess.” The voice in the back of his mind cackled at him, it wasn't his voice of course. It was that of Ozramis. You think you've won boy? She'll never be yours.. Not your goddess, nothing but your slut... I saw to that... You think me a fool?

Alaric stiffened, the terror gripping his heart. Keeping a brave face, he kept moving with Ceci tenderly, his touch still caressing her as he focused on her. Kissing her neck he trailed sweet kisses across her shoulders and neck. Drifting the two of them in the water, her pressed her softly against the wall and started to thurst inside her more urgently. The water cooling him allowing him to pleasure her longer before he would climax.
 
He told her to remember this. She prayed she would. She didn't want to forget. She didn't want to lose herself to the spell when the Cabal took her. Ceci forced herself to stop thinking about it, knowing it would only ruin the moments she was sharing with Alaric. He was right. She had two men that cared for her. Alaric would not abandon her. She had to trust and believe that. As their bodies moved in perfect unison with each other she started to drown in the sensations, her lips parted as she moaned his name and begged him not to stop- to never stop. Lost to the feelings that Alaric was pulling from her willing body, she didn't notice him stiffen. She had no idea that anything could possibly be amiss.

Ceci's neck arched to the side, making more room for him to shower her with the attention of his lips. Her back found the side of the tub and she released a needy groan as his thrust became more urgent. Naturally her legs wrapped around him, each thrust sinking deeper within her heated depths. "Alaric," She gasped, arching against the wall and effectively pushing herself to meet a particularly sharp thrust. "Yes..." She breathed. "This..." She cried, "Is what I wanted..." She closed her eyes, shutting down one of her senses in an attempt to increase the others. She felt everything. The water lapping at them as they moved, the constant friction between their bodies, and the press of her back against the wall as he met her body with each shift of his hips. The buildup of pleasure within her seemed so much quicker like that, with her senses focused on just feeling, instead of seeing.

She could have been happy, lost like she was with him, forever frozen in the moments of intense connection. She wanted to be happy like that. To be unafraid of what was coming next. Alaric gave her an escape from her temporary fate. At least she hoped it was temporary.

A shiver wracked her body and she reached out to grip his shoulders again, her body moving to meet him with each thrust, her body acting of it's own accord. With every roll of her hips she felt him caress parts of her she kept forgetting existed, parts of her that pulled startled cries from her lips. She opened her eyes, desiring the sight of him. She wanted to see his face as he gained pleasure as well. When the moment came that he reached his climax, she wanted to drink in the expression on his face. She wanted to get the satisfaction of knowing it was her body that gave him such a release. The water seemed to put a gentle pressure against her sensitive bundle of nerves, so that each shift brushed and tantalized her with increased pleasure. It made it that much easier to climb to her own climax, leaving their hands free to explore one another in other ways.

A few more strokes was all she needed, her body becoming rigid as fireworks burst behind her eyelids. Ceci cried out his name, clutching his shoulders as her body shook. She clutched his shaft in a vice grip, her body tightening around him in pulses of her orgasm, drawing him closer to his own climax with each clench of her womanhood.
 
Alaric was worried but he dared not show it. He was her strength, the pillar upon which she rested on right now in her fragile state. If he failed her. She could be lost forever, and he was not prepared to lose her to that overgrown slug. And at this point he no longer cared about his former lord, well technically, still current but he was betraying him. Even as he tried to think of something to protect Ceci. His body gave into the pleasure and he exploded deep with her body, climaxing as if he hadn't done so not too long ago. Gasping, he moaned her name, “Ceci..” as he spent himself inside her. He held her tightly, as they would both hear the others arriving in the room outside.

Ozramis' voice in Alaric's head was gloating. You have been a good servant, my treasonous young man. I could not have done this without you. You lead Rakith to her, to my trap. The laughing was terrible. It echoed in his mind. Alaric wanted to say something, anything in warning, but it was no good. The demon lord of the Cabal was in control of his body now. Trapped a prisoner in his own mind and body he watched himself kiss her tenderly, before helping her out of the tub, “Are you ready?” his voice asked her, “I can feel him coming, you will be free soon” His body lead her out into the other room, where the two men waited. They had wasted no time and had undressed as soon as they entered the basement. The basement looked much different than it had before, much nicer, cleaner. A soft pink bed with white cushions. Small furry looking animal effigies were all around the room. They looked... vaguely bear like. Who made adorable effigies? This was a trick, it had to be... He tried to scream, but all that came from his mouth was, “She is ready for you gentlemen.”

Not far away now, Rakith was following the trail left for him. Who had done so was not important to him at the moment. But he could feel her, sense her through the bond they shared. There was something else too... another mind.. though that mind felt distant. What had the Cabal done to his woman? He could feel... passion? A wave of passion and sexual hunger unlike he'd ever felt through their bond and it stopped him in his tracks as his world spun slightly. There was no doubt that Ceci was having sex at that moment, but with whom? He felt no fear or malice. No, this was.. consensual... What had happened to her? His anger only grew as he made his way from the Coven's lair to where she was held. I'm coming, my love.. He tried to tell her, but there was something blocking her end.
 
As she had wanted, she saw his face contort as his pleasure overwhelmed him. While she enjoyed aftershocks of sexual bliss, she watched him unravel. It was perfect. She gave herself over to his tender kiss, oblivious of Ozramis' presence in Alaric's mind and body. Ceci clung to him, her cheek pressed comfortably to his chest for a moment before he helped her from the tub. Was she ready? No. She never would be. But Alaric told her she'd be free soon enough, that Rakith was coming. With the promise of freedom in the near future, she willingly followed Alaric as he led her into the other room. It was different again, no longer the room that she had shared with Alaric earlier. Had he changed it again? Why?

She gazed upon the pink bed, then let her attention momentarily drift to the bear like effigies. They confused her, but she didn't ask questions. It wasn't her place to question anything. Not anymore. When Alaric commented to the other men in the room, she tensed, her blue eyes wide as they fell on the two men awaiting her. Had Alaric said he would have to play the part once before? She turned back to look at him, even as her feet pushed her forward she searched his eyes for hope. Her heart screamed no, her mind and body at odds with each other for a moment as she crossed the distance. She held onto the moments shared with Alaric, but the less space between her and the two naked men, the less she found herself fighting. It's useless to fight. Give in and do what needs to be done. A part of her mind groaned, tired of her constant complaints. The moment a hand touched her, she was lost. A hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back roughly before lips and teeth assaulted her neck and chest. Desire exploded within her. All thoughts of what happened in the bathroom were gone, all tenderness forgotten. Even concerns on Alaric watching or feeling anything were a foreign thought to her as she gave herself over to the two men whose attentions were focused on obtaining satisfaction for their own desires.

Ceci's eyes were unfocused as she was pushed onto the bed, one man joining her while the other stood to the side. When the evidence of one man's arousal was positioned in front of her face, his body kneeling on the bed in front of her, she wasted no time in taking him to her lips. On her hands and knees, she pleasured him with the hungry lips and tongue of a woman possessed. Such hungers were not her own, they were hungers which she would be sickened by later. Behind her the press of a hardened length teased and slid along her already slick center. She heard no distant call from Rakith, she heard nothing but the grunting approval of the men around her. The hardness between her lips was pushed deeper, her throat trying to reject it at first as it was forced fast and hard. Ceci groaned around the solid form, choking on a gag as hands gripped her head. She didn't try to pull away, not even as the hands pulled and tightened their hold in her hair. Her scalp screamed, but her body reacted in a positive manner, heat flooding between her legs.

The man behind her had enough of his teasing, he could wait no longer, deciding to slam into with one hard thrust. Her back arched in surprise, but she found herself pushing back into each stroke even as she pushed forward to each thrust between her lips. She was stuck between the constant pull and push of the two men, but unlike ten minutes prior, she didn't care. As Alaric had warned, she was unable to stop the effects of the spell. She was completely molded to the desires of the Cabal. No complaints or cries would be heard from her. Not until her mind once more became her own- if it ever did. Rakith was but a distant memory for her as the two used her body as their own playground.
 
Trapped inside his own mind and body, Alaric wept for Ceci. He knew that she was in terrible danger of losing herself forever. He had to find a way to help her. How? After all, this was his doing suddenly, if unwittingly. He had lead both her and Rakith into a deadly trap. How could he save either? The demon inside his head laughed... Think about saving yourself worm... Snarling back at the intruder in his head Alaric spat back, Unlike you, monster, I care about things other than myself. I will protect her. You will not... win.... The laughter was deafening.

The two men having their way with Ceci had no idea what was about to happen. The building shook, the per their instructions, the two men kept going, They were not to stop until they climaxed in her or on her, that had been the orders. The the very building around them was being torn to shreds by an angered Demon Prince was beyond their comprehension. The roar was louder now, and the anger shook the entire room, as Rakith tore into the chamber. Just as both men climaxed, one inside her sex, and the other pulled out of her mouth to cake her in cum, the last thing either of them would ever do.


From their bodies, a brilliant red glow exploded, and it snared the three of them: Alaric, Ceci, and Rakith. The form of Ozramis appeared in the room. He was laughing deeply. “Welcome, oh great Lord Rakith... I've been waiting for you. All this effort for a little witch. And look how she repays you for your love. A collar of another man that tells her true purpose in life: that of a common whore. For all your power, your intelligence, your vaunted shielding magic.. Here you are.. at my mercy. Not that I have any.” Turning to the limp frozen body of Alaric, the tears he had been weeping evident now as Ozramis returned control of his own body even as he was suspended, “And the traitor seeking to be a hero... trapped too like a fly in my web.. Rakith, this man actually tried to protect you witch, even by binding himself to her as you did. And see how that turned out... So my traitor, you shall share their fates... I bid you all, farewell...”

As the room exploded in brilliant blinding light, the cackling of the demon was deafening. For the first time, for a fleeting moment the three souls bound together would feel one another. And as darkness took Alaric, he focused on the moments before: the fireplace, the bath, the love making. Remember... he thought as he faded out of consciousness.
 
It wasn't until the men had spent themselves that Ceci realized Rakith had appeared. Her gaze was still hazy and unfocused, a hand lifting to brush one man's release from where it landed on her face. She felt anger, but she couldn't figure out why and who it was coming from. Rakith. She forced herself to think for a moment, pulling back from the sexual tension that swarmed her body. A soft sound, like a whimper escaped her seconds before Ozramis appeared, pulling her attention. Very slowly she started to come to her senses, her cloudy gaze clearing as she saw Alaric and Rakith. Alaric looked emotionally spent, tears coating his cheeks. She didn't like looking at Ozramis, but she found herself unable to stop herself as he was talking. Common Whore. She flinched, knowing the magic was making it as such. She hoped Rakith wouldn't jump to conclusions, her heart wouldn't be able to take such assumptions.

I bid you all, farewell. Ceci jerked, her eyes wide as she scrambled across the bed, "No," She whined just as the room exploded in light. She hadn't had any time. No moments to share with Rakith. To explain. Her eyes shut swiftly, pain shooting through them from the blinding explosion. For a moment, she felt them both. Firmly tied to her in a way she hadn't experienced before. She willed Rakith to understand that while it appeared she was a willing partner in the madness, it was not so. She hoped that Alaric would not suffer for his part in their fates. Ceci could feel the light fading, her ties to the two men in her life fading with it. She heard Alaric's thoughts, saw his memories of the bath and moments shared before the chaos began. She could feel Rakith's frustration and confusion, and she wished to soothe it all away. But the darkness came too swift, shutting them out of each other's minds as their souls were split off.

Remember....
Cecilia woke with a start, her heartbeat elevated as she took in her surroundings. "What an odd dream.." She murmured quietly, blinking from the bright light that shone into her bedroom. It reminded her of something. The pink blankets and comforter she rested beneath expressed a sweet innocence that she certainly did not have. The teddy bears that sat on shelves and chairs around the room leftover comforts from her childhood. She felt a little odd, light headed and weary, but she pushed the strange dream from her mind. Perhaps she'd had too much to drink the night before. A grumble behind her alerted her that she was not alone and she was pulled back, her naked body flush against the body of a clearly male figure. The shift of her body made her whimper, finding that her limbs were sore and her sex raw from a clearly active evening. "What are you doing?" The gruff voice complained. Ceci gasped as a hand wrapped around her from behind, easily finding her breast and tweaking her nipple. "I'm not leaving yet...We're not done.." He growled into her ear, setting her veins aflame with desire and the need to please. Something in the back of her mind, distant and unreachable, told her she was supposed to be worried about something. That she was forgetting something. But as a pair of teeth sunk into the side of her neck she abandoned hope of remembering.

Tyler. That was the young man currently bruising her neck with his increasingly rough bites. One of Keith's friends. Her boyfriend. "What about Keith?" She gasped, her back arching as his hand slipped down the front of her, where it lingered between her legs. "You know he can't give you what you need, Ceci..." Tyler reasoned, rolling so she was pressed beneath him. Ceci found her face pushed into the pillow, her hips jerked up as Tyler pushed into her from behind. Her cry was absorbed by the pillow, her raw sex burning at the sudden intrusion. Tyler quickly coaxed her body into submission, his thrusts becoming harder as she grew wet for him. "He's out of town doing who knows what anyway..." Tyler added, his hands gripping her hips as he fucked her with abandon. Ceci turned her face to the side, gasping for air as she felt her body reacting to the spontaneous sex. Even while he fucked her she started to remember things her hazy mind had forgotten upon waking.

Her parents were lawyers, both out of town most of the time. It left her unsupervised and it was rare that she spent the evenings alone. As a senior in high school, the eighteen year old was getting ready to go to college. She'd chosen to follow her boyfriend Keith to his college, where she could live in his apartment off campus. But as she was starting to realize, living with him could be a bad idea. Not if she kept sleeping with other guys. His "friends" in particular, college boys that had a certain interest in her. A sharp thrust pulled her from her thoughts and she cried out, Tyler's nails breaking the skin on her hips as he came to his climax. She was left feeling utterly unfulfilled as he pulled away, letting her slide to the side and rest on the bed. Tyler groaned and jumped off the bed, stretching his arms above his head. "There's a party tonight...At John's house...You need to come.." Tyler told her as he grabbed his clothes from the floor. There was evidence around the room that she'd entertained more than just Tyler the night before, but she tried to recall exactly what had happened.

Ceci slowly pulled herself from her bed, grabbing a pink silk robe off the end of her bed as she did so. "Why?" She inquired softly, wincing as she felt the complaints from her body. "John, Kevin, and I want to play some more..." He said with a shrug. Ceci stared at him for a moment before she nodded, "Kay...." She started to walk past him, so she could go to the bathroom, but he stopped her. A hand wrapped around the base of her throat and her back hit the wall, a surprised gasp escaping her pink lips. "We know what you want...and we're the ones that can give it to you..." He growled, his grip around her throat firm as he stared intensely at her. Ceci felt desire burst to life between her legs and she moaned under her breath. "He'll know...." She whispered. "Keith will know..." She tried to argue, though her heart wasn't in it. "So? We aren't afraid of him or Rick..." Tyler laughed, "You know what you need to do, babe...So do it..." Releasing her neck, he left her room.

She remained pressed against the wall, her heartbeat rocketing. She didn't remember how she got in such a position. Ceci loved Keith, she knew that. She even remembered some attachment to his roommate Rick. But she didn't remember how or when she started sleeping around. Was it when they left for a few weeks? What had happened? Ceci groaned, her head throbbing as she fought the hangover burning through her. Thankfully it was Saturday and she didn't need to be back to school for a few days.
 
Tyler exited her house and looked down the street. Every house on the street for as far as the eye could see was identical: small manicured lawn, driveway, white house with a blue roof. Every drive way had a car in it. All the same make model and color. Which it would be, since it was all manufactured. Even Tyler wasn't real. Everything her was for Ceci, to break her, to finally finish the job. Everything was exactly as Ozramis wished it to be. As he got on his motorcycle to drive off, a single crow cawed on the roof.


It was dark, fiery but dark. Rakith could feel the sweat running down his body. Who ever heard of a demon sweating? Who ever heard of a demon in love, a voice not his own echoed in his mind. A viscous snarl erupted from his bruised and swollen lips where it was clear he had been mercilessly beaten while subdued. “When I find you....there will be nothing left of you to sweep up...” was Rakith's reply, low deadly and primal.

In the darkness, Rakith knew he was suspended and chained with true silver, the one metal known to cage a demon. He was in essence powerless. And not only that, his demonic stamina and tolerance for pain had gone with his powers, and so he hurt, everywhere. For the first time in his existence, Rakith knew true physical pain. How did mortals stand this? Hovering before his blurred vision was his rival, Ozramis. The pit fiend spoke, “You'll forgive me if I don't believe you, since as I remember, you said the same thing before walking straight into my trap. So arrogant... So convinced of your own invincibility.. And yet, you were laid low by one of your own, even as she meant to help. Or did she? Bonding you to her granddaughter, making you feel love. Making you weak...”

Rakith snarled in that same deadly voice, “You're wrong. My love for Ceci makes me stronger. And I will break free of these bonds.. And tear you apart, slowly. I want you to endure pain for what you've done to her.” His eyes were dark and glared at his foe with a terrifying intensity.

Ozramis laughed in that deep irritating laugh. “Done to Ceci? Why, I have done nothing to her. The spell was cast by the man bonded to her as well now. The one who protects her, or so he claims... Tell me, did she look protected? As he stood there and watched two strangers ravage her body? I leave you with your thoughts.” As he disappeared the chamber echoed with the sheer torment of Rakith's soul.



Waking Alaric felt his face filled with dirt. Spitting out the gravel, he noticed some blood as well. Attempting to stand was hard. He was weighed down by heavy armor. A stocky man dressed in full plate armor appeared from outside of his vision and offered a hand up. The man wore a tabbard of pure white with a red cross emblazoned on it. “Lord Alaric,” the man said, “we feared the worst. The French come for us with the Pope, we must get away. The Grand Master is lost, you must lead us now...”

For a moment, the words meant nothing to him. Then he looked down at himself, and saw that he had the same uniform on. The cross... meant something... what?... Temp....Temple... Templar... Yes, that was it. Templars... They were fleeing the betrayal of the Pope, and the King of France. Climbing aboard his ship with the aid of his aide, he nodded his thanks. Something in his mind nagged at him. There was something else... Remember.... A fleeting image of candles, rose petals, a woman.. but then it was gone. “Where to, Lord Alaric? Scotland?”

Alaric shook his head. “No, Cec..”he paused. What had he been about to say? The word died on his lips. Confused the man looked at him, “You can't mean Sicily? That's next to the Papal stronghold might as well give ourselves up.”

Alaric shook his head again...Roses... Something about roses....”The Near East, make sail for the Persian Sea.” Roses were from Asia, this much he knew. Why he was drawn to Asia, he had no idea. The Templars didn't operate east of the Holy Land, and that had been lost nearly a century ago at the Battle of Acer. Still he knew he had to find the rose.
 
After popping a few pills and drinking some coffee, Ceci was sitting on the couch, staring intently at the television- which wasn't on. Tyler had told her she needed to go to the party, but she didn't want to go. So instead of getting ready for the party she was sitting on the couch in a baby pink nightgown and matching lace robe. Both were luxurious in the comfort they provided, and provided her comfort as she found herself still suffering from the throbbing headache. She'd partied the night before with the guys, why did she have to do it again? Stubbornly she laid down on the couch, pressing her face into the pillows. For a few hours she dozed off, the sun setting outside as she nursed her head and her still sensitive body. Whatever they'd done to her the night before had been rough, because she had a large array of bruises from where fingers dug into her skin or nails scored her skin. "Jerks..." She mumbled, coming out of her slumber with a sore back and a tension in her shoulders. She needed a massage. Keith would give me a massage... She thought to herself, wondering where it was that her boyfriend had gone. He must have told her- but why couldn't she remember?

As the night drew on she heard her cellphone vibrating, her eyes drifting to the device to see Tyler's name. Ceci rolled her eyes and ignored the call. Next was John's number, which she ignored again. And as if clockwork, Kevin's appeared next. Ceci didn't answer the phone for any of them. It was about thirty minutes later that her doorbell rang. She sat up from her resting position on the couch, her brows furrowed in confusion. Who would be coming over? Maybe it was Keith or Rick. Standing up, she made her way to the front door and as she unlocked it, she had to jump back from the way it swung open. Ceci cried out, startled as three men barreled through her front door. Kevin, Tyler, and John. Weren't they supposed to be at the party? "What are you doing here?" She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest.

John closed the door, no, slammed the door and locked it, while Tyler stalked towards her. "You weren't at the party..." He accused, his gaze angry. Kevin spoke up next, "We called you, Ceci..." He was the joker of the group and his lips turned down in a playful pout. "I decided I didn't want to go.." She grumbled. Kevin circled behind her, preventing her from backing up and fleeing them. Ceci rolled her eyes, "Guys I'm tired. I just want to stay home and relax. I'm sure there are plenty of other girls at your stupid party..Go away..." Ceci huffed, turning to glare at Kevin. John's arms suddenly found their way around her waist,, pulling her flush against his chest. "You were the only girl invited..." He growled, his lips brushing her ear and sending a shiver straight down her spine. "Well that was stupid of you..." She mumbled, an odd mixture of emotion filling her. She could feel the desire that burned through her veins, but she still wanted nothing to do with them. She wanted to lay down and rest. They wouldn't let her do that- she knew that much.

Ceci sighed, "What do you want, guys?" She felt her shoulders slouch and then John's grip tighten. "You."
 
John snarled at her, his breath hot and alcohol fueled. He reeked of Tequila. He gave her no personal space at all, his fingers digging into her lower back through the pink lace. “We told you yesterday,” he snarled drunkenly through gritted teeth.” You remember yesterday? When good sweet little Ceci, the loyal girlfriend wearing a college boys class ring couldn't help herself but to cheat, with his three best friends? So innocent you were, like the little teddy bears on your bed.” He walked her backwards to wards the stairs up to her room once more. The muscles of his body tense, his massive shaft pressing against her stomach already.

Tyler followed along, making sure she made it up the stairs without falling. “You remember, Ceci, don't you? How you begged me to stay last night after the other two had left? Saying you needed my cock because Keith's is too small for you? I mean that's why you gave up being sweet last night wasn't it?Because you needed real dicks to play with? You're too good a fuck to waste your time with small impotent dicks.”

Kevin couldn't wait any longer, and scooped her up, throwing her over his broad shoulders like a sack of wheat. “Let's go, her pussy is getting cold,” his voice was playful, but the words weren't. Carrying her up to her bedroom, Kevin threw her down onto the large pink and white bed. “So how do you want it this time?” he asked her with a dark look in his eyes.

John grinned, “I don't think you care, Ceci, do you? So long as you get our dicks in your slutty little body, you'll be happy, won't you, girl? While Keith's away boys, Ceci is gonna be our personal little slut, won't you?” The look he gave her was dark and fierce, as if daring her to disagree.
 
Ceci remembered alcohol, a lot of it, which was why she assumed she had a headache. When John spoke, his liquor laced breath invading her space, she got flashes of their bodies. Naked chests, tight grips, hours of moaning and screaming. Ceci shivered, shaking her head, "Shut up, John..." She snapped, not liking the way he was making her sound. She found herself walking backwards as he pushed her, her feet stumbling slightly on the steps as they reached them. He was drunk, but obviously aroused from the firm press of his cock against her stomach. "'Guys go home. We aren't doing this right now..." She complained. Her words were meaningless as Tyler continued where John left off, elaborating on why he'd been sleeping in her bed when she woke up. He insulted Keith and that didn't sit well with her. Her head ached again and she cursed under her breath. "Don't talk about him...." Ceci whined.

A yelp fell from her lips as Kevin snatched her up, her stomach connecting with his shoulders. "Kevin! Put me down!" She snapped, her legs wiggling and her hands smacking his back a little. "Seriously!" She grumbled. She made another startled sound as he tossed her onto her bed, the mattress bouncing her up and down a little. How do you want it this time? She shivered, warmth automatically pooling between her legs and causing her to clench her thighs together. She shot a glare at John as he called her a slut, their gazes locked. His dark and fierce, hers bright and heated. "I told you no.." She repeated again. Her body felt the pull to what they were offering, but something was stopping her from giving into her desires. Something she was supposed to remember. She lifted her hands to her forehead and rubbed her temples, "My head hurts. Can't you just leave me alone..." She requested, moving to slip off the other side of the bed to avoid them. She thought about Keith and how horrified he would be to find she was sleeping with all of his 'friends'. She pulled her lace robe tighter around her body and kept as much distance between her and the guys as possible, her feet carrying her to her bedroom door. She held the door open and pointed down the hall and stairs. "Go away..." She demanded, even as her voice shook. She was denying her body what it wanted and she remembered clearly what Tyler had said to her earlier. You know he can't give you what you need.

Her pains from the night before hadn't eased yet, how could her body possibly want to go at it again? But just thinking about it made her stomach flip with anticipation, her heated gaze rising to see the three young men staring her down. "Get out of my house. My parents are coming home tonight," She lied. It was obvious that she was getting aroused by their presence, her eyes dilating and her nipples hardening beneath the soft pink nightgown. She tried to dampen the images that flashed through her mind, distance memories of whatever it was they'd all done the night before. A strangled sound parted her lips and she stomped her foot, "Out!" She demanded, knowing that her will was fading. She made a mistake. She wouldn't make it again. She couldn't. Keith was her boyfriend. But wasn't he supposed to be there?
 
The doorbell rang at that particular moment. The three boys all looked at one another. She was theirs, they could see it. Her will almost gone. And the doorbell? Tyler growled..”Make whoever it is go away...We aren't done here yet.” Motioning to Kevin to let her out, “How far can she get barefoot in a pink lace nightie? Only thing we have to worry about is somebody else fucking out slut.”

And they let her go down to the door, though all three of them remained at the top of the stairs, watching and listening. When she opened the door, it was a pizza guy. She would recognize him from school, Derek. He had been her lab partner last year, and was a nice guy. Not only that, he was built and muscular, like the others were not as he was on the football team. He did a double take when she opened the door in her little pink lace negligee.
 
When the doorbell rang she became confused, her eyes narrowing as she was told to make whoever it was go away. She sneered at Tyler, annoyed that he was trying to control her. Don't lie to yourself. You like it.. A voice told her. She passed by Kevin, going down the stairs and answering the door with a scowl. When she saw Derek, his dark skin a startling contrast to the white shirt of his uniform, she smiled. She remembered him, he'd been nice to her in their chemistry lab. Maybe he could help her get the guys out of her house. "Derek..." She breathed. "Hey..." She was oblivious to her attire and what effect it would have on him. "I need your help..." She whispered, leaning out the door a little.

"Some of Keith's friends are here..." She continued, "They won't leave me alone..." She battled back her body's protests that it wanted what they wanted, and instead tried to focus on her heart and head. Telling her something was up and she needed to rebel against it. "Could you help me out?" Derek knew she'd been with Keith for awhile, surely he'd be happy to help a girl in need. She stared up at him with hopeful eyes, his brown eyes locked with her own as she expressed her desperation. "They're in my room..." She whispered, nervously looking over her shoulder. "I'll give you a really good tip if you just get them out so I can lock the door..." She added.
 
Derek looked at her, her body mostly uncovered, her nipples hard, her pussy drooling. He wasn't entirely certain what she wanted. Sounded like she was having a good time, and he wanted him to throw the boys out? Sure. That would leave her tight little body for him. Nodding, he moved inside and set the pizza delivery box on the couch and followed her upstairs.

Rolling up his sleeves, he barged into her room like a freight train, and snarled at the boys. "Time to go boys, the lady isn't interested.." he told them. The fear in each man's eyes told him exactly what he knew already, they were afraid of him, not only because who he was, but what he was. Shrugging, he chuckled, white kids, he thought to himself, see a big black guy, think he's gonna kill you. No, Derek had something far better in mind. Once they were out, he locked the door behind him. "See, Ceci? Just you and me now."

He moved to her to give her a hug, assuming she would be giving him one anyways. "Now now, Ceci, it's ok... they're gone... Now, about that tip..." He pulled her hard against him and kissed her hungrily. It was a completely different kiss from the other boys. It was molten and electric, not meant for the man's enjoyment, but for the girl. Lifting her up in his powerful arms he put her back onto her bed and moved on top of her as he kissed her. Breaking the kiss after a long moment, he whispered against her lips, "You ever had a black man, Ceci? I bet you want to huh?"
 
When Derek agreed she was filled with relief. She would get out of the madness after all. Quickly and quietly she led him up the stairs and to her bedroom, smiling slightly as she watched the other guys immediate response to Derek's presence. When they fled her room, shooting her brief looks on their way out, she released a sigh of relief. "Oh God, Derek. Thank you!" She didn't notice that he'd locked the bedroom door, but moved to hug him, relaxing in his arms as he returned the hug. "They just didn't want to listen..." She complained. But when she felt his arms tighten around her and his comment, she froze. "Dere-" Her words were cut off as his lips fell upon her. Already her body had been filled with desire for what Tyler, John, and Kevin had been suggesting to her, so to feel Derek so eager to devour her lips ignited her desire even further. She whimpered into his mouth, her eyes rolling back as she felt his kiss burn right through her.

He picked her up without any effort, placing her on the bed as he moved to hover above here. Her emotions were tangled up with her desires and she wasn't sure if she was pushing him away or pulling him closer. Her eyes were wide when he broke the kiss, "N-No..." She whispered, her voice giving away the need that pooled between her legs. Was she saying no to ever having a black man? Or no to wanting him? Wasn't this the same scenario she'd just tried to get herself out of? She'd gotten rid of three guys and traded them all for one hulking one. She shivered at the thought of what awaited her beneath Derek's uniform. Ceci swallowed a lump in her throat and raised a shaking hand to press against his chest, "Derek...No...We can't..." She tried to reason, though her voice sounded anything but convincing. While she tried to tell herself she didn't want anything to do with the man above her, her legs spread of their own accord.

Just once, a voice told her. Keith won't ever know. Ceci stared up at Derek, her chest rising and falling, her hard nipples brushing against his chest with each rise. The brush against her sensitive peeks made her release a breathy moan, her head falling to the side. "Please leave..." She whispered, closing her eyes as she tried to fight the growing need inside of her. Just once..Just once..
 
Derek smiled down at her, as her protests grew more and more feeble. Likely, he could have taken her on the doorstep, she was ripe for the picking. But this was better, private in her bed, where she would have sheets to hold onto, and fewer people would hear their passion. Not that he cared, really, but for her it might be nicer. Pulling his shirt off, he revealed his muscular fit body, as well as his tattooed arm. When his slacks came off, the lump in his pants sprang free to meet her face to face, his shaft deep chocolate and color, and large. Looking down at her pale soft body beneath her, he whispered huskily, “He's already drooling for a kiss, Ceci. You are gonna love how your pale porcelain skin and my dark one look together. Nothing hotter.”

Pointing to their reflection in the vanity mirror on the dresser across the way, he showed just how stark the contrast was of him before her pale thighs, her pink attire laid out around her like some sort of decoration to attract a lover. His fingers ran along her sopping wet slit and he pushed a hard thick finger inside her. Like everything else about Derek, his finger was much larger than most, almost as large as she remember Keith's cock being inside her. Was he truly that small and unsatisfying? Derek's finger felt thicker even somehow.

“How does this work of art compare to your college boys? I be he has nothing like it in his pants huh? I can see you droolin already for it.. Go ahead, Ceci show me how much you want my big black cock.”
 
Ceci couldn't stop staring at him as he sprang free before her, not until he directed her gaze to the mirror, where they did indeed give off a surprising contrast. Her soft, pale body and his hard, dark one. He stole her attention as he ran his fingers along her soaked center, her lips falling open with a pleasured moan. His finger alone could bring her to the climax her body so desperately desired, she knew this as it slid within her, so thick and satisfying. "Derek..." She gasped, finding it more and more difficult to deny him. She knew she'd only suffer if she denied her body any longer, her mind was growing weaker with every passing second. The seconds seeming to pass faster as he stroked her with his finger. Her power to fight was shattering as the voice in her head coaxed her to give in. Do it.. Ceci looked from Derek's dark gaze to his hard shaft, her tongue slipping out to lick her lips.

That nagging thought in her head that said she was forgetting something was pushed away for the moment, her body winning the fight at last. She couldn't hold back what she knew she needed. Ceci leaned up until her tongue could pressed firmly to the head of his shaft, tasting Derek's individual essence with a long stroke of her pink muscle. "You want your tip?" She seemed to purr, tilting her head back to grab his gaze. The look in his eyes said he most definitely did want his tip. Her body was burning to give it to him, even as her mind turned numb. If it couldn't win the battle against her body, it was going to shut out what was happening, it was the only way it could survive the guilt and the confusing mix of emotion.

Everything about Derek was over-sized, something that made her shiver. She hadn't thought about him in such a sexual way before, not even once during the year they'd been lab partners. Now her body desired to be bent over the very same lab table while he fucked her. Ceci's lips wrapped around him as she leaned up to meet the impressive length, her mouth struggling to accept him as she showed him what he wanted. She pushed herself forward until he hit the back of her throat, and even then she was unable to take all of him. Ceci moaned around him, sending a thrill of vibrations down his shaft before she pulled back, her lips making a pop as she released him. She lay beneath him, her hair a tangle of waves around her shoulders, the lace robe spread out beneath her body and her nightgown pushed up past her hips to put her on display for him. A small, dainty hand lifted, wrapping around the base of his length so she could stroke him. She kept a firm handle on him, holding his gaze as her body became more heated, more needy. What's wrong with me? She wondered, her mind turning itself back on again in an attempt to guilt herself out of what she was doing. No. Do it. You need it. She wanted to scream, even as her small hand continued to stroke Derek, memorizing the veins and curve of his cock. It was too late to go back. She'd done the forbidden. She'd cheated on Keith the night before, and then in the morning. Why did it matter if she did it again? Because it does! A soft moan escaped her as her hips shifted, pushing her body up in a way that displayed her need. "Derek..." She breathed, her voice a soft plea. Her hand loosened until a slim finger slid down his length, swirling around his head before it fell to her clit.
 
Derek let out a low deep moan as she took him into her mouth, it felt fantastic even if she couldn't get all of him in, it was still more than most girls got. The popping sound was erotic as all hell, and he smiled down at her as she showed him her need and the hunger in her eyes. He remembered how much he had wanted her as lab partners, but didn't dare make a move as a starter on the football team. The scandal had she refused would have gotten him benched. But now, he was well entrenched, and it was clear from the look in her eyes that this was what she wanted as well.

Moving his thick cock to her milky white skin, he rubbed it along her bare shoulders. The contrast made him shudder with hunger. He had always preferred white girls for partners, partly for the contrast, partly for the taboo, and largely because he wanted to avoid falling into the pattern of multiple women and finding a girl to settle down with, eventually. Taking her hand in his, he wrapped both of their hands around his thick shaft, as he moved it along her shoulder to the soft straps holding the nightgown on. Placing the head, slick with precum and her saliva next to the strap, he pushed it down so that her breast was visible. Then he did it again on the other side until her nightgown was merely bunched up between the bottom of her breasts and her navel. Holding it in front of her mouth a moment so she could give it a lick, he pressed it down between her soft breasts, and rubbed her nipples with the head of his cock. Gazing down at her, his smile was huge, showing his bright white teeth. “You don't know how long I've been waiting for this, Ceci.. I've wanted you a long time now,” he said in a deep husky voice.

Moving his shaft along her body, he teased her navel briefly before tracing the line down to her soft tuft of down above her sex before placing himself at her entry. Hooking her legs with his arms he put them onto his shoulders and drove down into her with a powerful deep thrust, touching her in places nobody had before, as he felt her folds struggle to take him fully. Once he knew she was able to take it all, he started to feed it to her steadily with deep powerful strokes. “Mmmm... fuck girl... You're tight...” he moaned against her mouth. Kissing her hungrily, his tongue inside her mouth, he explored her intently. When the kiss broke, he whispered, “So do you like my cock, baby? Talk to me Ceci, I want to hear your sexy voice.”
 
Ceci held her breath as she felt his cock slide along her smooth shoulders, her hand willingly wrapping around his shaft as he directed her, their hand working together as the head slid down her shoulder strap. It was an incredibly erotic action that she found brought another rush of warmth between her legs. Ceci barely stopped herself from squirming. Her breast popping out from behind the soft nightie, the strap no longer holding the fabric up to cover her. Her breathing became shaky as he moved them to the other shoulder, doing the same and leaving a slightly wet trail across her shoulder. When the air chilled her skin she shivered, gazing up at Derek's eager expression. Her view was obstructed as he brought his cock in front of her again, her lips curling into a small smile before her tongue dipped out to taste him. The wet muscle curled around his head briefly before hiding back behind her lips. She was ready to make some sort of witty comment, but then she felt him press between her breasts and rub across her hard nipples, her lips parting in a gasp.

His voice, deep and husky- mature, it made her whimper. Derek continued his teasing trail down her body before she felt him at her entrance, her body quivering from the anticipation. All inner monologues of guilt had been silenced once more and her focus was entirely on the large, dark man above her and the pleasure they could share. With her legs over his shoulders he didn't hold back any longer and he pierced her with all of the power of a successful high school football player. Ceci half cried, half screamed at the sensation of him filling her, her body unsure of what to do with him. Her hands needed to grab hold of something, her chest rising and falling in almost a panic. Ceci clutched her bed sheets as she squirmed, her body adjusting to accept what he had to offer her. It stretched and slowly became molded to Derek's size. Thankfully he waited for her to relax before he started to move again, thrusting into her with the same powerful and sure strokes. She'd never experienced someone like Derek and she found herself drowning in the new pleasures.

Their lips entwined, her tongue hungrily searching for his as he continued his rhythm between her legs. Ceci moaned into his mouth, occasionally meeting a powerful stroke as she used her legs on his shoulders as leverage to push her hips against him. When Derek broke their kiss, she was gasping and softly moaning, her eyes unable to focus with each caress that found her deep within. "Fuck, Derek..." Ceci cried, his words making her all the more needy. "Why didn't you throw me down on that lab table last year and fuck me?" She moaned. "You've been holding out on me..." She gasped, meeting another one of his strokes with a sharp shift of her hips. She didn't know how long she was going to last, he was going to bring her to her climax faster than she ever remembered. She was just so full. If her eyes could focus and stop rolling back out of the sheer pleasure she probably would see she couldn't even take all of him. At least that was what it felt like. "Derek," She moaned, her hands releasing the blankets to grab for him, her hands wrapping behind his neck to pull his lips down to hers. "I can't last..." She gasped, "God, Derek..." She mewled, "I can't..." Ceci cried, sealing their lips together as she found herself teetering on the edge of an explosive orgasm.
 
Derek loved how her body reacted, and her words spurred him to fuck her harder, but when she told him she wouldn't last, and he could feel her climax building, he backed off, stopping to keep her from her climax. He knew that denying her climax would only make her need more desperate, and thus when she had it, that much more powerful. So his shaft stopped inside her, and didn't move. “You would have liked that huh?” he asked her huskily, “If I'd fucked you there in class? In front of all those other boys that wanted inside that little plaid skirt of yours? What would your boyfriend think? Or is he a thing of the past for you?”

He wondered if he held out long enough for her, what might she offer him or promise him to get her climax. He was happy he had stopped by on his way home from work. Why he had done so, he had no idea. Gut instinct perhaps? Or was it the strange car in her driveway? Either way, this had been very providential so far. Then another devilish idea struck him, and he pulled out from her completely, and let her legs down as he moved away from her. Turning her over onto her hands and knees, he spanked her bare ass a few times. Nothing exceptionally hard, but he knew a lot of women liked a spanking in a sexual context.

Leaning over her, his cock directly below her dripping sex, he reached around her and fondled her breasts. Whispering in her ear, he asked her in that deep husky voice, “So are you on the pill? Or am I gonna put a black baby in that flat belly of yours? How hot would that be?” He kept teasing her body, keeping her on the brink, but not letting her get off.
 
When Derek stilled inside of her she moaned her complaint, "Derek!" She cried, her eyes wide as they stared up at him in exasperation. She groaned, his husky comments making her all the more crazy. What would your boyfriend think? For a moment it seemed the guilt was going to surface, but something blocked it out, forcing her to focus on her need for release. "Fuck him. You're here aren't you?" She snapped, sexual frustration making her fiery and bold. She almost sobbed when he pulled out of her, turning her on her hands and knees, "Derek, I need you in me," She whined, biting down on her lip to hold back another plea. A startled yelp fell from her swollen lips as he spanked her. It was just a light sting, not even close to painful, and it fueled her desire for him. By the third smack she was pushing into his hand, moaning at each contact. His hand was large, easily covering an entire cheek as his palm landed.

She could feel him between her legs, just hovering and she pushed against him, desperate to feel the friction against her molten core. Are you on the pill? Ceci's eyes widened and she found her teeth sinking into her lip again, shaking her head in a quick movement. "No.." She purred, arching back into his touch as his hands found her breasts. "Fuck me and we'll just have to find out what happens..." She taunted, flipping her hair over her shoulder as her gaze met his own. Birth control was the last thing on her mind at the moment. The same power that held back her guilt and shame at cheating on Keith stopped her from caring about the consequences of her actions. At least for the moment.

He was teasing her, but she wanted more. She needed him buried deep between her legs. Needed. "Derek..." She groaned, pushing back against him again, trying to get his impressive cock where she wanted it. But she only managed to rub herself along the length, bringing only small sparks of pleasure. She needed more to get to her climax, she needed fulfillment. "No more games..." She begged, her arms shaking where they held her up against the bed. "Any way you want me, take me. Please...please just give me what I need.." She dropped her head, her hair falling in a sheet around her face as she focused on every touch he offered. As if just thinking about it would give her what she needed to get off.
 
Derek had to give a small chuckle at her words. She had totally forgotten about her boyfriend it seemed, or her guilt for cheating on him. All she wanted right at that moment was his cock and her orgasm. That was a powerful turn on, knowing her boyfriend was in college and she wanted him over the other man. Her pleading for her climax had the desired effect as he put his cock back at her entry and pushed it inside again slowly. Pulling her hair, he brought her up against him as his massive powerful arms wrapped around her body. “I am glad to hear you say that, Ceci... As I have a lot of things I want to do to you. Enough that today won't be enough time to do them all.”

And with that, he started to pound her hard and forcefully. This was not the same steady strokes from before, he was now giving her an incredibly intense powerfuck. He knew she would cum soon, but as he had yet to, he would keep going. He wondered abstractly is she was the sort to have multiple climaxes, or if she would be able to get off again before he did. “Fuck Ceci,” he moaned against her neck, “I love your pussy, baby..”

His mouth kissed along her neck, biting her firmly over and over again. Some of them would leave marks he knew, and honestly, that was exactly what he wanted. He wanted her boyfriend to know she hadn't been faithful to him. And he wanted the kids at school to know he'd fucked her. Every guy in their grade had fantasies about her, and he was fucking her, and hoping to put a child in her. Perhaps that would let her leave the other man for him. Though if she cheated on Keith, would she cheat on him too?
 
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