“That’s a great idea,” Weylyn said, climbing into the ring. Oh God, I thought, I am not ready for a double team, but he continued, wagging a finger at me. “But you should rest today, darling. We can be serious about this tomorrow.”
“Sure,” I mumbled under my breath, at the two devilishly good-looking men. Orin lifted the top rope for me, and as I climbed out, he whispered “…to be continued.” I lost my balance and fell onto my ass. At least now I had a more socially acceptable excuse for the crimson heat on my cheeks. I picked myself up in the most dignified way I could muster, and hurried up the stairs.
Weylyn was right. I really did need a little time to lie down and rest. If I wanted to get my heart to stop pounding, that is...
I went back to my bedroom, took the red dress off, pulled on some comfy shorts, and an off the shoulder tee shirt, and burrowed under the quilts. Keegan’s scent had pretty much dissipated. As I conjured the memory of our night, I felt a stirring inside. I reached my hand down, and started rocking, holding myself and trying to focus on my leprechaun’s marvelous shillelagh. And not the one made of gnarly blackthorn wood.
My breathing grew faster, but as I tried to picture Keegan, the face that appeared was Weylyn. I found myself remembering how he pinned me to the wall, out in the hallway. The heat of that arousal soon had my back arched. Panting now, getting closer, I tried to picture Weylyn reaching under that red dress – a step we hadn’t taken in reality yet. I imagined his wolfish nips working down my tummy… but just when my day-dream Weylyn was about to hit pay dirt, the hot, wolfish tongue that began to work me into a frenzy wasn’t Weylyn’s. It was Orin’s. He was holding me in that upright dual-pleasure we had found in the boxing ring. His tongue flicked and teased, as my mouth tried to keep up, but I couldn’t get him down deep enough in my throat.
“Put me down,” I begged my imaginary extension of the previous reality. “Please… put me down and fuck me cross-eyed.” Orin withdrew himself from my mouth, as he pulled my dress off, and set me down on the canvas. I opened my legs, more than ready for Orin to plunge home. Only… where was Orin? He wasn’t in the boxing ring any more. I was alone — except for some big, handsome devil who was peeling off his tight leather jeans. When I saw what sprung out, I smiled – it was obvious that his brain wasn’t Brann’s only super-sized attribute.
Brann kneeled between my thighs, and his hands slid under my bottom. He lifted me, only an inch or so, but his grip was strong, and he drew me powerfully onto the tip of his cock. A sharp little cry popped out as he entered me, gliding in deep, deeper, and then rocking me with those strong hands cupped around my ass. A little voice inside said He’s incredible – and you haven’t even kissed him yet.
But Ooh it couldn’t have mattered less Oooh at that moment. I was Ooh Ooooh! going to Ooh-oh-oh-ooooh! cum now, and Ooo-aaaah-ah-ah-oooh-aaaaaah… and… ohhhhhh… and I could always correct reality later, with the real live Brann. Ooh. Whooooh. Whoo. Aaaaaah. I felt my orgasm conjure from the bottom of my feet, and carry itself all the way through my whole body, breathing relief with each tender moan escaping my lips. As I laid back, trying to catch my breath, I felt so satiated by my quadruple fantasy that I wondered if reality was all it was cracked up to be… That was my last thought as I drifted off to sleep…
Bring Me The Head of Alfredo Fettuccini
- Keira -
I came awake slowly. In my bed? Of course not. Once more, I woke up in the effing woods. Damn it! Am I dreaming again? Or am I really awake this time? Does it even matter? Is it magic. Madness? Do such ‘normal’ questions even have meaning anymore?
“This has got to stop happening,” I said out loud as I looked around. The trees appeared just like the ones in the woods surrounding the house. Maybe they were. Maybe not. My whole life had turned into one endless hallucination. I decided to act as if the woods were real, and started walking in the direction I thought would return me to Edna’s house.
The warmth of the day had faded when the sun went down (When was that, again? Wasn’t it just afternoon?) Anyway, it was night now, and it was turning chilly. My shorts and off the shoulder tee shirt were not cutting it, not to mention, I was barefoot.
I wandered for ten minutes before I found myself in a circular clearing. The large trees were equally spaced, as if planted in a deliberate ring. Inside this glade, there were no shrubs, or flowers. Just grass, lush and dark, with the waxing moon lighting the entire grove in a cold, clear light. It was beautiful. Breathtaking.
Then something really stole my breath. Coming from the deep shadows beyond the ring of trees, a deep, masculine voice “Well, well. Hello again, Keira.”
Okay, now it wasn’t chilly. It was ice fucking cold. “Who’s there?” I tried to keep the fear out of my voice, but mentally, I was already trying to figure out which way to run.
Slowly, a hooded figure stepped from between the trees. A vaporous trail of black smoke curled about him, slithering like pythons. He did not wear a shirt beneath the long black leather jacket hanging open, but I couldn’t really see his
