My Fiction. My Blog. My Life:After braving the vast world of the internet with fanfictions, I've decided to expand my portfolio with short stories, blog posts, and snippets of my novel.
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Chapter 19Rachel lowered her gaze from the restrained wrists. Mark had pulled upon the belt a few times to make sure it was secure, and after she was convinced it was, he was all hers. With an almost malevolent smirk, Rachel lowered her head to give him a long kiss. His tongue slid eagerly against hers, struggling to remember to stay fully human. The urge to shift seemed to grow as she ran her tongue back down and she could catch the slightest enlogation or change in texture. Even this small taste of pleasure caused the bed's headboard to creek in contest against Mark's pull. Rising up she felt him follow, but pushed her hands against his shoulders. A few times together she had been on top and had been the one calling the shots. But perhaps even just knowing he couldn't do anything caused him to want to intercede. Groaning, he watched as she pulled his pants down. She was giving him all the payback he deserved and taking her time stripping off his pants. Lightly as she could, she ran her finger tips down his bare legs as she exposed it. The tickle of her nails following caused him to jump slightly and squirm beneath her.
Mark sucked in a breath, "That tickles," he laughed. Rachel smirked, "Oh, I know." Running her fingers down the inside of his thighs again, she asked, "Should I stop?" Mark bit his lip and pulled on his restraints again, "No," he moaned. Rachel nodded and took a single finger to run it up his thigh in a slow meandering fashion. Till she reached the line of his boxers and paused. When she looked up, he had his eyes closed and a very satisfied smile on his face. Her touch remained light and random as she pushed underneath and ventured up. When she finally reached her prize, the bed post groaned in stress, threatening to break. "I think you're putting too much tension on the bed post." Rachel warned, smiling. "I think you're putting too much tension on my groin." He countered and squirmed a bit more. Wrapping her hand around the base of his hard cock, she gave it one small stroke up. His jaw clenched in anticipation that she was finally starting. But she pulled her hand back just as quickly, receiving a moan from Mark. "In a hurry?" She quipped. The soft warm skin of his hips grazed her knuckles as she pushed her fingers under the band of his boxers. Arching his back this time, Mark gave her move than enough room to remove his underwear. As the band passed below the tip, his penis bounced up, free of the confines pinning him down. Part of her wanted to pounce then, to see him moan at her touch. But she held herself in check, restraining herself to completely removing him of his clothes first. Before Gar, she would have seen giving oral as more of a chore. She merely did it in oder to earn her own pleasure. But with him, she enjoyed it. The sounds he made thrilled her, turning him on was the biggest turn on for her she could imagine. And knowing she was pleasuring him gave her satisfaction. Wrapping her hand around his base again, she lowered her mouth to meet him. Rachel gave him a small peck before opening her mouth and fully taking him up. He tasted as he always did and the sound of his normal hiss make her smile. But the added sound of the poor bed post made her grip her free hand on the meaty flesh of his ass. She began working her hand in mouth in unison, taking him in and out. The knees surrounding her naked body folded up as his body filled with pleasure. So she pulled her mouth free with a pop to let him cool down. Her tongue flicked out and ran up the center of his shaft in a tantalizingly light touch, using her hand to hold him steady. Taking her time, she ran her tongue around the circle of his head before flicking it over the tip. As good as he tasted, she knew he would feel even better. Placing her hands on either side, she started crawling her way up his body and this time easily managed to slip him inside. Grinning as she reached the base, she stretched her arms happily over her head to give him the best angle of her body. He was staying true to the guise and had not broken the belt or bed. But his wide eyes, smile, and the strain in his arms proved he enjoyed the view and wanted to touch her. To tease his inability even more, she began to rock as she ran her hands over his stomach and chest, making sure to cover every inch of skin. Sitting back up fully, she gave him another smirk before starting to lift her leg and twist around his body. With his view primarily taken up by her firm ass, she began to pick up the pace. She rocked herself against him, feeling his cock bend down to rub against her sensitive g spot. Her own pale hands grabbed the tanned white legs beneath her. The excitement of having a pretend one night stand was fun. But she was glad to feel the low growl flow through his body as he arched against her. A growl had to be the best way to hear someone cum. Her nails dug slightly into his calves as she worked against him to pull out her own orgasm as he reached his. Though she came with a more human manner, clenching his legs, as he stifled a growl. Crawling off, she reached her hand up to mentally remove the restraints but found them slack. His hands were already human again and wrapping her up against him. "Glad I ran into you tonight," he murmured into her skin, reaching down to kiss her neck. Rachel laughed and pushed out of his grasp, the mixture of coffee and drinks starting to pressure her bladder to move elsewhere. She entirely agreed though. Shutting the door she wasn't sure if she was happy her mission to prove herself single and fancy free had failed. After hours in the bar she had been fully ready to call it a night before the perfectly charming man swept her off her feet. Flushing the toilet, she reached over to open the door. While she washed her hands, she watched the man push by her to use the bathroom. He was everything she would want in a partner. But tonight was about a one night stand, and since she had enjoyed the play so far, decided not to burst the ruse. "So Doctor," she asked as he reached around her to wash his own hands, trapping her against the sink. His eyes locked on hers in the mirror, amused. "Are you the cuddling type?" The corner of his mouth tipped up as he reached for the stack of folded hand towels and dried both their hands off. Wrapping her up against him he playfully kissed where he knew it tickled. Rachel pushed back against him enough to give herself room to turn around and swat away his tickles. "I would sleep so much better with an angel beside me." He said, leaning down to continue his kisses. Huffing, Rachel's eyes started darting around the room, "Well we better find one then, it's getting late." He laughed and scooped her up, "I suppose you'll do then." Rachel woke as both of their phones went off in the tell tale manner that it was business related. Mark was the first to react, and grabbed the phone to sneak away into the bathroom. She heard hushed calm voices and rolled over with a sigh as her heart rate began to decrease. Poking an eye back open she watched the now familiar naked man walk back into the room. "That was Dick. Apparently Doctor Fate got called away to something really urgent and had to drop the kid off at a safe house. They want us to go take him the last leg." "Us? Isn't there someone closer?" Sitting up, Rachel knew the gig was up, they were back to being their less exciting superhero selves. "Yeah, but with your history in... well... demonic natures, and his attachment to me, they felt it best we handle it. For his sake. We just have to head back to the tower, get ready, and I think it'll only be a few hours of a flight. Then another hour till we hit the final destination." "Couldn't Fate just poof them there or something?" Rachel grumbled, more so at the prospect of having to sit with Gar for several hours to ponder over her situation. "I actually asked that." He said, sounding a bit proud of himself, and pulled on his clothes. "But there was something about not knowing the kid's powers and wanting to mix magic and such." "Alright," Rachel sighed and stood up, she hadn't gotten any better at dealing with children. Mark had to crawl over the bed to reach his forgotten belt. The sight of it momentarily stopped Rachel in her tracks. Last night had been different, surely he thought so too. But as he got dressed, he easily chatted about their friends last night as if nothing had changed. For the first time though, he had been the one to open up and try something new. She had been able to tell he was nervous when she first tugged on the restraints to test them. Something had happened to him before while he was tied down. The initial kisses were partly to stay near the belt in case his anxiety hadn't calmed down. But it had and she knew he really had enjoyed the night after all. And now he seemed content making ridiculous jokes and sexual innuendos. Not in the least acting as if anything were different between them. It took them only a few minutes to collect themselves and for Raven to pull them out of the room and deposit them into the tower entrance. There wasn't really a rush since the child was supposedly safe, but Gar wanted to hurry for the child's sake. They stepped out into the common room to find Vic watching several screens at once. "What's up?" Gar asked, quickly snatching one of their premade meal bars for breakfast. Raven followed suit and stood by him as Vic's gaze skimmed over the various rooms of the tower. "We had something weird happen last night. It happened a few times last month too. I think it was Simon's powers acting up in his sleep. But he swears it wasn't him. So to play it safe, I'm scanning the videos of the tower to find anything out of place." "Oh, that weird goo I found was back?" Raven asked, also convinced it was anything but a threat. "Yeah," Vic nodded, not looking away from the screens. "I forgot it was you that found it. Anyway, I still think it's nothing." Already growing bored with the screens full of empty halls and rooms, Raven opened her bar and started walking to get ready. "Um, when was the fifth?" Gar asked, his voice was a little higher pitched than normal, and Raven glanced back with an arched brow. But he wasn't paying her any attention, only the screen on the far right, of the combat room. It didn't mean much to her till Victor wondered about the day of the week. "I think it was a Wednesday. Why?" "Oh, ha ha! I'll um give you a break, Vic." Gar quickly moved to block the screen the best he could. But not before Raven, and everyone in the room, could catch a glimpse of two bodies smashing into view. They hadn't had sex in common space too often, but it was a rare time to have the tower all to themselves. And they had always had a secret fantasy of doing it in the training room. Raven took to her normal reaction of dealing with situations like this, and covered her face with her hand to slip from the room, hoping they hadn't even realized she was still there. "What!?" Vic's surprised voice jolted her and made her stop on the other side of the door. "What?" Gar echoed in a much more nonchalant tone. "We're just friends. It's casual. No secret romance here. I just figured for Raven's sake I should prevent you from seeing it." "Forgiving the fact ya'll are doing the nasty where I work out. Where I put my hands. You... you can't be doing this Gar." "Why not? We are adults Vic. Can you um, can you speed through this screen so I can go get ready?" And after a pause. "And how about speed through the 9th around 10pm in the pool. Aaaand maybe around 5pm on the 20th in the kitchen?" Gar asked. Victor made a sound of disgust but didn't comment on that. "You know what I mean. Yeah, do what you want. But Raven? Dude, Raven? You can't always block emotions from sex. Is it just casual? Have you thought about this long term? What if feelings do get involved? What if one of ya'll leaves because of this?" "For a robot you're being very emotional." Gar said, trying to play it off. "I'm serious. Are you sure it's casual for both of you?" Victor's voice had dropped to a stern level Raven hadn't heard in awhile. "Yeah, she's totally fine with it. It's just for fun." Gar said, and Raven pictured him shrugging. Vic groaned and frustration and Raven left before she could here any more. They had a trip to get ready for, and Gar would be wondering why it was taking so long for her to just shower.
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