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Archive name: Sabah (MF, mc)
Authors name: Homer Vargas (vargas111@yahoo.com)
Story title : Sabah
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Sabah
by Homer Vargas
vargas111@yahoo.com
The following is a revision of the "Lilith" half of
the "From Whose Bourne No Traveler
Returns/Lilith" by Trey Gallant and me. "Lilith" is
his character. I needed my own to continue the
along my lines, as he has his. This is the proper
prequel to "Sabah and Rod."
**
The wind and snow mixed with rain lashed the windows
of the stately house on the hill in the countryside.
Through the clamor of the snowstorm, Sabah heard a
car's engine begin to sputter and miss. Few women
could have caught the sound over the storm rattling
the windows, but her hearing was more acute than any
ordinary woman's. All her senses were - as were her
urges. And those senses informed her that as the
desperate driver turned off the road into her
driveway as his motor died, leaving it to roll to a
stop near her entrance gate. She pursed her brow to
ensure he didn't miss seeing it.
She was not expecting company on such a night. She
had dressed for the evening alone. But also for a
tete-a-tete. Always be prepared, she chuckled. Her
house was set well back the road, and the wet snow
was accumulating quickly. Out here, forty miles from
the city there were no near neighbors. There was no
help for it, the driver of the stricken vehicle would
have to seek refuge at her door. He was going to be
frozen by the ten-minute walk to her door. Or she?
No. Sabah knew the driver was male, a male. A
handsome and virile male, she smiled, her
nostrils wide with excitement. Somehow, whenever her
hunger reached this level, a prey appeared. Her
nerves tingled in expectation, and all her appetites
stirred. It would take him a few more minutes to make
his way here. More than enough time to prepare.
She opened the satin robe, black as her hair,
exposing the shorter nightgown of the same material.
She appraised her appearance in the mirror in the
hall, noting with approval how the gown and robe set
off her fair, almost pale skin. Her eyes were dark,
mysterious, an effect many women tried to imitate
with make-up. She needed none. Her ensemble clung to
her slender yet voluptuous figure. Her bosoms were
twin snowy mounds with a deeply shadowed valley
between. This would do very well. Experience gave her
confidence in her powers.
She was ready by the entrance when the doorbell rang.
She let it ring a second time -- she wanted him to
feel like a supplicant -- then opened the door. She
studied the standing there while her
appearance had its desired effect on him. He was well
made, better than she had hoped. His face was
ruggedly strong rather than handsome. No little
intelligence, and even more strength of character
looked out of his blue eyes. His hair was wetly
plastered to his head; she could not judge the color.
In spite of being miserably cold, he radiated vigor
and vitality. She suppressed an urge to lick her
lips. She could not have chosen better. His stunned
reaction indicated a healthy masculine
heterosexuality. Very good. This would make her task
easier ... and more pleasant. She allowed him to
stare for a few seconds longer.
"Yes?" she said finally. He came to himself with a
start. He seemed embarrassed by his speechlessness,
as if it was the fault of his rudeness rather than
her calculated effort. She eyed him with amusement.
"My car broke down." He gestured towards the gate of
her drive, although human eyes probably could not see
it through the storm. "I wanted to use your 'phone to
call the auto club?"
"They warn single women alone never to let a strange
man into her house," she replied in a teasing tone.
"And the traveler-in-distress is the most transparent
ploy ..." She should know; she had used it often
enough in the past herself. Her accent reflected her
long cosmopolitan life. Of course she did not show
the least sign of apprehension.
"Yes, Ma'am," the distressed traveler answered,
taking her at her word. "This whole situation is
right out of a B-movie script. Could you call them
for me, then? Here is my membership card with my
member number. tell them I'll wait for them in my
car. It's a gray..."
"Oh, _do_ come in!" she interrupted a trifle
impatiently. His misplaced gallantry would spoil her
plans. "I think I'm in no danger from YOU. You'll
have to take your chances with me, however. No auto
club could reach here, anyway. We're likely to be
snowbound for days," she chuckled. "Now, get in her
before you catch your death standing there in the
snow!" She stepped aside and opened the door fully.
He did not hesitate, but entered quickly, visibly
glad to get out of the cold and wind. He was in the
entrance hall, with the gleaming white tiled kitchen
off the right, and the living room/parlor straight
ahead. The darkened hall to the left led to her
boudoir. Why on Earth had THAT word popped into his
mind? The living room was furnished in white: deep
carpets, plush overstuffed furniture. A fire burned
in the white brick fireplace and mixed with the smell
of oak was incense of a most peculiar sort. Music was
playing softly in the background; although the volume
was low, he could feel the bass line from the
powerful speakers.
"Heavens! Don't just stand there dripping on my
carpet, my friend" she smiled. "Go into the
kitchen and get out of those wet things. I'll bring
you something to put on." She went down the hall to
the linen closet. From her vantage point in the dark,
she watched his eyes try to follow her. He went into
the kitchen, took off his coat and draped it over a
chair. He removed his shoes, then hesitated. She
returned to the foyer and tossed him a large, fluffy
towel through the kitchen door. She laughed. "Go on!
Get undressed! I won't peek," she lied. "Dry off!"
He blushed (how charming, she thought), but disrobed
as she instructed and dried himself. She busied
herself preparing the living room for the next stage,
surreptitiously looking in on him as he finished and
wrapped the towel around his body. She felt a spasm
of desire. She had been far too long without a male
essence and she had to exercise control to proceed
methodically. When he had tucked the ends in to
secure the bath sheet in place, she returned as if by
coincidence with a white terry cloth kimono. "Here,"
she said not unsympathetically, handing him the robe.
"Put this on. I'll make you some tea and join you in
the living room."
He donned the robe and went into the other room.
While he was in the kitchen, she had turned down the
lights, and changed the music to something soft and
dreamy, vaguely oriental, very quiet but with a slow
pulsing base. "Sit down and make yourself
comfortable," Sabah called to him from the kitchen.
"I've turned up the heat, to help take the chill out
of you."
She watched until he sank into the plush upholstery
and soft cushions of the over-stuffed couch with a
sigh. The warmth of the fire, the sensuous feel of
the velvety pile and the music would coax him into
the mood she wanted. She saw him hesitate, them put
his head back, giving in to the music's invitation to
let go. She smiled to herself and put the kettle on.
Soothing and mildly sedative herbs were ready in an
infusion bag. She let the relaxing and erotic
suggestions she had implanted in the living room
music take effect while the kettle boiled and the
brew steeped. When it had reached the right strength
and temperature, she poured a cup for him, and
returned to the living room.
His eyes were closed as she expected. She sat by his
side, curling one leg up under her so she was facing
him, regarding him for a few moments. Her nostrils
flared. He would do; he would more than do. Belatedly
sensing her presence, he blinked, and raised his head
to look at her. She handed him the faintly steaming
mug with a smile. "Comfy? Might as well make the best
of it Look's like you're stuck here with me for
several days, so you might as well feel at home.
Here, drink this."
Her fingers lightly brushed his own as she handed him
the mug. He sipped the sweet fragrant liquid,
somewhere between warm and hot, to encourage him to
drink. It was delicious. He sipped again. As she
watched, she could almost see its soothing effect
speed through him, relieving the chill and stiffness
of the drenching he had received, as it gently
relaxed his muscles, stirred his passions, and
beguiled his defenses. He glanced at her over the rim
of the cup. Her robe was open and flowed behind her.
The gown was slit to the hip, and she had seated
herself in a position calculated to open it and
subtly display her smooth, shapely legs. The neckline
of her gown was disconcertingly low, and contrasted
strikingly with her milk white bosom. He realized he
was staring, and jerked his eyes up to her face. She
saw his confusion, and smiled again.
"It is all right," she spoke in a tone of quiet
amusement. "Finish your tea. I want you to feel
comfortable here."
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare," he stammered,
then sipped more of the herbal brew to cover his
embarrassment.
"It really is all right," she assured him. "It is
hard not to look at me, isn't it? Don't worry, if
looking at me helps you relax and feel comfortable,
be my guest."
He blushed furiously. How sweet, she thought, to find
a who can blush these days. Plainly to cover his
confusion, he raised one eyebrow quizzically. She
laughed musically and placed her right hand on his
thigh.
"Would I dress like this if I didn't enjoy having
look at me. I LIKE the reaction. Especially of a nice
YOUNG man." She smiled and leaned her face in her
left hand, resting that elbow on the back of the
couch. She gazed steadily into his eyes as she
continued speaking. "And you do enjoy looking at my
breasts, don't you?" She did not remove her hand from
his lap, but let it drift lightly up towards his
crotch.
"Er...yes, yes I ... I do," he admitted nervously.
"Of course you do," she repeated with mock coyness.
"I can tell," she went on, trailing her fingers
across his groin. "I believe looking at my
could even be getting you a little bit turned on.
Don't be embarrassed. It happens frequently when I
show my breasts." She paused to gauge his
reaction; she didn't want to frighten him ... too
much. The tea was doing its work, keeping his
skittishness in check.
"I'm flattered when a cannot keep his eyes off my
bosom. I like it even better when he tries to peek up
my gown as you are doing." His eyes dropped to her
lap in response to the implicit suggestion. "Trying
to see if I have on panties?" she teased. She didn't,
of course, and his eyes were riveted to the narrow
gap at the top of the slit in her gown by the hint of
a confirming glimpse. She reached out and took the
now empty cup from his unfeeling fingers. "Tell me
your name," she said, abruptly changing the subject.
"Ah ... my name? Oh, Rod," he stammered, blinking and
dragging his eyes back up to meet her own. "My name
is Rod ..."
"Rod," she interrupted. "That's a nice name, a
strong, masculine name. You like being here with me,
don't you, Rod? Not waiting for an answer, she put
the cup down on the coffee table, and slipped her
hand inside the robe he was wearing, grazing her
fingertips down his bare thigh. "Are you feeling
relaxed and comfortable, Rod?"
"Oh, sure," he replied hastily, clearly trying not to
show just how un-comfortable he really was. He tried
to return her steady look, but her gaze was too
intense, and the pull of her low neckline was so
strong, that his eyes kept drifting back into the
shadowed cleft between her creamy breasts.
This was too good! This delectable male morsel was
struggling, not to defend himself from seduction by a
dangerous woman, but to be a gentleman. Such
innocence! Such naivete! Such a hunk! She could feel
her grow moist in anticipation of the feeding.
"I don't think you are telling me the truth, Rod,"
she smiled. "It's all right. Like most men, you are
a little bit afraid of me. I am a mysterious, sexy
woman and I am wearing clothes that make it
impossible not to look at me. I think this negligee
with its low neckline intimidates you. You are
feeling a little aroused. Perhaps you are worried
that I might seduce you, try to take advantage of
you. After all, the lights are dim, the room is warm
and cozy. I have you all alone with no one to see
what I am doing to you. I could caress you and you
might become hopelessly aroused." Her palm rested
warmly against the inside of his thigh, while her
fingers moved dreamily in little circles, barely
touching his skin. "Are you afraid that I might make
you have sex with me against your will?"
"Yes...," he answered abstractedly, his eyes and mind
elsewhere, as she had arranged.
"Well, you are right to be concerned. It would be
easy, so easy to manipulate your mind to take
advantage of you." Just as I have been doing, she
thought. "But you do not need to worry, Rod. Relax.
I never make love to a against his will. No
comes to my bed until I have made him very, very
willing. If we make love tonight, I will make sure
you really want it first. So you can put those fears
out of your mind."
"All right." he murmured compliantly, knowing somehow
that he should not.
"Let me help you forget your fears. You can relax.
You can trust me." She slid her hand up to his waist
and unfastened the robe. She smiled a twisted little
smile, almost a smirk, and dropped her hand to his
lap. she began a slow gentle stroking of his crotch.
"We will just talk. You can tell me anything, and
listen carefully to everything I say."
"Uh, ma'am... Oh! . You shouldn't. . Please don't do
that!"
"No?" She didn't pause even for an instant as she
replied. "Do you not like a woman's soft warm hand on
your sex?"
"Aahh...yes. But it is getting me aroused!"
"That's just the point. Your prick is already getting
nicely big and hard!"
"But..."
"Do not fight it, Rod. It's to help us become
friends. I want you to be completely open and at ease
with me. Open to me. I want you aroused. Getting a
man aroused makes him docile and obedient. Does not
my playing with your penis make you feel like doing
anything I tell you?"
"Oh, yeess, Ma'am," Rod sighed.
"That's right. Good. Very good. Now close your eyes
and tell me everything about yourself," she
commanded.
"Yes, Ma'am," Rod murmured as he drifted slowly down
through the dreamy mood her hand on his cock induced
and to the threshold of trance she had prepared him
for. His eyelids drifted shut. She spoke to him
softly, her lips next to his ear. She knew he was
hearing her voice as if from a long way off. She
asked him about his name, where he lived, his
friends, his family, his job.... He answered
automatically, without thinking. Eventually, using
the information she gleaned, she began turning the
questions around, twisting his answers into
contradictions, confusing him, rendering the things
he had told her meaningless. The facts of his life
grew fuzzy and unimportant to him.
Making him forget the pretty little fiancee
was a little harder, but so satisfying. Interesting
material in that relationship. Blondie apparently was
sexually repressed and Rod was too nice to show how
badly she frustrated him. The silly filly not only
often refused him intercourse, she wouldn't even let
Rod go down on her, despite his pleas, probably
because she didn't want to have to return the favor.
It had been weeks since she had let him have
missionary sex. Very useful.
Eventually it was impossible for him to follow what
she was doing in the hazy sensual fog with which she
surrounded him, saturated him. Finally, she recalled
him to consciousness. "You may open your eyes, rod."
She made sure he heard in her tone her use of the
lower case initial letter of his name, turning it
into a diminutive.
His eyes fluttered open, as if he were reluctant to
leave the pleasant daze. She gazed intently into his
face from up close. Her perfume was a fragrant cloud
around him, making his head swim. She had opened his
robe, and unwrapped his towel, but he barely seemed
to notice. He stirred slightly, trying to move. She
knew he would feel light headed and leaden limbed.
"What happened, Ma'am," he asked. "And what IS your
name? I can't just keep calling you 'Ma'am'."
"You may call me Sabah, for now, my pet" she replied.
"What happened is what is still happening, what is
going to happen, what I am going to do ... to you."
She continued to caress his manhood, which was by now
quite engorged and erect.
"Doing to me, Sabah?" he asked, looking helpless and
confused.
"Do you not even suspect, rod? You Americans have
forgotten so much history and folklore. It makes you
so vulnerable, so easy to take advantage of." She
smiled triumphantly. Her teeth were very white, and
her lips had become rosy and full. She saw he noticed
the change. "The tea, of course, was drugged, my
darling. Nothing strong, just some herbs to make you
deliciously horny and rather sleepy. You really
should not accept food or drink from strangers, you
know." He struggled to sit up, evidently finding it
extraordinarily difficult. She placed a gentle
restraining hand on his bare chest, easily pushing
him back down. "Don't bother trying, love. You are
too dizzy to get up," she suggested. She began to
play with his nipples. "And then I aroused you, as I
am still doing. That makes it easy to cast my spell
over you. You would say I hypnotized you."
"But why?" Rod gasped.
"Why?" Sabah tossed her hair back. "Why does the
parasitic wasp paralyze her larger prey? Because she
does not want her victim to struggle while she feeds.
I need to feed off the sexual energy of who are
careless enough to let me seduce them. Do you know
what a succubus is?" She slipped off her robe,
leaving only the black satin gown clinging to her
lush body.
"Some kind of demon of lust?" Rod answered. She
sensed him struggling to comprehend and resist what
was happening. Such great strength of will, such
steely character. His resistance excited her.
"That is medieval superstition," Sabah responded
scornfully. "I am as natural a creature as you.
According to your Professor Gould, our two kinds must
even have had a common ancestor in the Neolithic. I
could bear a child by you, if I chose to. But tonight
we will merely have sex." She smiled wickedly. "That
is how I feed, you know. I will arouse you to
unbearable heights. Then I will take you and at your
climax, drain from you the sexual energy that I need.
Afterwards, if I let you leave here, you would not
have noticed. You would have only a fuzzy memory of
some amazing sex with a mysterious woman. Of course,
you would be completely exhausted for a week or more,
but you would recover, none the wiser."
"Then why are you telling me this? What do you mean,
'if you let me leave'" Rod asked, suspiciously.
"Because I have decided I will NOT let leave here,
darling. When I pick up occasional men, I am forced
to gorge myself, which leaves them useless to me for
weeks, so I discard them. It is more healthful for
me, however, and more pleasant for the man," she
smiled seductively, "If I have a regular lover from
whom I can take smaller amounts of sexual energy more
frequently. Until he passed away, Charles was a
wonderful slave who met my needs several times a
week, several times daily, when he was younger, like
you. Since then, I have not been able to feed nearly
often enough. It is dangerous picking up strange men,
you know. There are too many diseases out there now."
"Then, too, a strong around a big house like this
come in handy, you know," she added, running her
fingers through his hair, almost tenderly. "I need a
new slave and you'll be perfect."
"Slave?" Fear filled his eyes.
"Or lover," she reassured. Whatever you call it, all
I have to do is take you to bed with me. I'll make
you enjoy it so much that after a while, you will
never want to leave. "Gladly you will become my
devoted servant and passionate lover. You have what I
need, and soon you will need what I have, what only
can give you, rod." She saw fear in his eyes, fear
fighting with lust. She touched his cheek "Fear not,
my sweet, I always make sure enjoy serving and
feeding me."
"Sabah!" he protested. "You can't do ... I won't ..."
"Hush," she said tenderly and kissed him, taking hold
of his cock again and starting to rub it vigorously
but deliciously. "Do not say silly things. I know
what I can do to you, what I have done to you. I am
now your succubus. I have been in your mind. After
our little chat, I understand you completely. I know
your weaknesses and how to take advantage of them. I
know how to turn you on, rod, whether you want to be
or not. Like most human males, you have a secret
desire to be bedded and dominated by a beautiful
woman. With me, I will fulfill your deepest wish."
"No, Sabah, I don't want that!" he protested. "I
won't let you ..."
"Yes, Rod, domination. Enthrallment. I control your
desires, can make you screw me any time I want," she
smiled hungrily. "And since I have not had a in
several days, I want you now!" She arose from the
couch in a fluid movement. "You will watch me closely
while I remove my gown." She shrugged her shoulders
and the jet satin flowed to the floor. Her pale flesh
gleamed in the dim light. "Seeing me naked is
arousing you intensely. You are becoming very
excited, Rod. Having intercourse with me is the
capstone of the spell of enslavement. It will seal
the trance that will make you mine forever."
"I won't let you do that," he objected. "I wont!"
"Yes, you will. You will because I will use a drug
on you that will destroy your mind's last defenses
against my control. It will make you weak and permit
me to do with you as I wish. It is a powerful drug,
Rod, much more so than the silly potion I put in your
tea. It will put you into a deep, deep sleep." She
moved back to the couch and spread her legs for him.
"A drug?" Rod said skeptically, looking around for
any sign of a hypodermic or pills. She could see that
he was regaining some control of his speech and
thoughts. Soon voluntary control of his limbs would
creep back into his body, as the effects of the
drugged tea faded. He was almost dangerous.
Magnificent! She must act in time.
Sabah laughed. "We succubae have been using this drug
to make ours for eons. know and fear its
power. It is a drug, which can become a habit, a drug
that the instinctively knows can make him a slave
to the woman who gives it to him. You know what I
mean, Rod. Why do so many resist going down on
their women? They fear the power of the drug. But
when a female of my kind offers a the potion, he
cannot help taking it. YOU cannot help taking it,"
she said, her eyes glowing into his.
He shook his head, his eyes glazed with both lust
and horror. He tried to avert his gaze, but he was
powerless to prevent her from opening her sex to him.
He could not avert his gaze from the wet, inviting
sight. She was beginning to tease her slit. With the
other hand she caressed his face, his shoulders and
chest, and gently brought his face closer to her warm
moist pussy. "Men allow us to drug you because you
enjoy too much they way we administer it," she
gloated. "Drink!"
"Sabah, stop!" he pleaded, looking up into her eyes.
"Are you sure you want me to stop?" she smiled,
teasing her with her supple fingers as she drew
his mouth slowly closer. "We give you the drug with
our pussies, Rod. I secrete a mind-controlling
hormone from between my legs. Drink it, Rod. It will
be absorbed by your mouth when you eat me. It goes
into your blood and flows to your brain. It will make
you my slave. Don't make me stop, Rod. You will love
the way I drug you. You will come back to me for it
often. You will have to keep coming back to me again
and again for additional doses."
Amazingly his head moved no closer. He was struggling
to break free. Sabah had never seen such force of
will. It frightened her and excited her as she had
never felt. She MUST have him!
"Look at my breasts!" Her tone changed as she changed
the subject, confusing him further. "I want you to
kiss my tits." She leaned closer, flaunting her bosom
inches from his face, bringing her nipples, so
proudly erect, close to his lips. "Kiss them," she
coaxed. "Lick them. Suck on them."
The languor which arose from her hand stroking his
prick had spread through his body and mind, making
further resistance unthinkable. She slipped one hand
to the back of his neck and drew his face to her
bosom. He moaned as his face sank into her voluptuous
breasts. His obedient mouth found her nipple.
Now he was hers! She had rubbed her with the
philters and tranquilizing herbs. He was sinking
quickly, his resistance gone. "Ah...that is so nice,"
the seductress sighed, her voice deepening with
hunger and lust. "You do that very well, as I knew
you would. I will teach you a thousand ways to please
me. You are going to be a wonderful slave," she
sighed as she pushed his head downward and released
it. He needed no further guidance. His own fantasies
took over as he fell to worshiping her pussy.
Sabah did not have long to wait until Rod's tongue
and lips found her secret self. Aroused for hours,
she came quickly and filled his mouth with her cum.
He licked every drop, but he didn't stop! Even with
her control, she had never been able to get Charles
to do this. Rod was loving her sex with an enthusiasm
Sabah had never experienced. Though she didn't think
it possible, Rod brought her to a second and a third
orgasm. She closed her eyes and let the waves of
pleasure flood over her. Could he be the one?
At last her breathing returned to normal and she
moved to straddle his hips. She took his face in her
hands and spoke. "Tonight, darling, it is not just
to feed on your energy, you know, nor even just to
enslave you. I also have a woman's needs." she guided
his penis between her vaginal lips. "You have come
very far, and done very well. Please me once again
and I will give you the reward I have made you long
for."
With a complex flexing of her lower abdominal
muscles, her nether lips reached out and his
cock inside her. "Best of all," she continued,
leading his mind to be enveloped by hers as his
manhood was swallowed within her body, "You do not
have to do a thing. Just lie back, my darling, and
let me work my will. Feel my close around your
cock. Feel it riding up and down the shaft of your
manhood. You like this, don't you? Up ... and down,
taking you deeper and deeper into me each time. From
now on, I will take charge of your sex life and make
you love it. It is so easy, rod. You love the way I
fuck you. My goes up ... and down ... up ...
and down ... deeper and deeper. ... It is so
relaxing, rod. You are going to close your eyes and
surrender to the pleasure I am giving you. Close
your eyes and let me fuck you...fuck you..."
"No, Sabah," he protested with the last of his
strength and will. He was drunk on her love juices,
almost overwhelmed by the sensual pleasure of her
pussy around his cock, she saw, but that strength of
character she had seen in him from the first instant
rose up to defend his autonomy from her soft assault.
How marvelous to find prey worthy of her powers and
skills. She beamed down at him with admiration, as
she continued to rock him into submission. He looked
directly at her, and accused, "You ... can't ...
hypnotize ... me!"
"But I can, Rod. I am strengthening the hypnotic
control I already have. You started going under when
you first saw me. You drifted into a medium trance
while we were talking as you drank my tea, right
after you came in. Post-hypnotic suggestion left you
weak and easy to arouse sexually. Now you are going
under my spell again, deeply. Each time I fuck you,
it will get easier to take you under my control, the
control you will come to crave. Now be still and let
me continue."
"No," he moaned vainly.
"Yes, Rod. This feels too good to resist. You are
getting so weak, my darling, and it feels so good to
sink into my power. You are so drowsy, angel. You are
struggling so hard to stay awake, my sweet. It's so
tiring. Don't fight it, love. Close your eyes, my
darling, and let me fuck you. Won't it be wonderful
to fall asleep in my arms, rod? Let me put you into a
deep sleep and when you awake you will be my happy
sex slave. You'll no longer remember your former
life. You will not need to think about anything but
pleasing me. Serving me, feeding me, pleasing me will
be your whole life, Rod. I demand your all, Rod, but
the rewards are great."
She watched her words defeat him. She smiled as his
eyes reluctantly closed and the determined expression
on his face faded.
"Now relax completely, my sweet, while my goes
up and down on your cock and puts you to sleep ... up
... and down ... fucks you ... up ... and down ....
Putting you to sleep ... up ... and down ... deeper
... up ... and down ... puts you to sleep ... fucks
you to sleep ... fucks you ... to sleep.." Her voice
became softer and her movements accelerated as she
rode him towards orgasm.
"Now, my precious! Now!" He came at her command and
she reached out with the immaterial part of herself,
her own approaching orgasm enveloping and absorbing
his sexual energy, feeding on it, as her body fed on
his cum. Only when she felt him slacken and fall limp
did she allow a her own fourth climax to wash over
her.
She lay next to him for long delicious minutes as she
felt the ebb of power from his body to hers, re-
energizing her, nourishing her, rejuvenating her.
Then, sated for a time, she looked down on the
man lying beneath her. Drained now, sleeping so
peacefully, so profoundly. He was hers now, but what
a possession! Surprisingly, she found she actually
felt strong affection for him. He was innocent yet
strong. He would serve her well for many years. The
service would take its toll, of course, but with
proper care, for many years just the same. She had
never been particularly good at caring for her men.
But this one seemed special. She would see that the
years would be happy ones, filled with pleasure.
Pleasure in serving her.
Perhaps, even ... it was too soon to think about that
yet, even she could not know when the time would
come, ... perhaps he would be the one chosen to give
her the long-desired daughter. Perhaps he already
had, she thought as she snuggled against his hard
young body and joined him in sleep.
The End?
No. The continues in "Sabah and Rod."
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