Excessica Anthology BOX SET Winter (74 page)

As
her body subsided from its sharp orgasm and sleep reclaimed her, she missed the
faint glow of blue light that was hovering just above the headboard of her
queen bed.

* *
* *

Thursday—Midnight

Strong
arms clasped her tightly, silken feathers gliding, dipping over the planes and
curves of her body. Her head lolled on an unseen shoulder as liquid pleasure
rushed under her skin. She could feel large hands cupping and kneading her
breasts, the deep pink tips rising to pebble hardness.

“Who
are you?” she breathed.

“What
you asked for. What you need.” The voice so deliciously deep it made her gasp.

“Are
you family of light?” Feathers glided deep between her legs.

“Yes.”
A nipple was compressed and twisted. It sent such luscious jolts into her core
that she was arching in its arms.

“Are
you family of light?” Something deliciously hot and hard pressed into the small
of her back.

“Yes.”
Lips nuzzled the side of her neck, sucking lightly at the place where her pulse
raced, her questions forgotten under the onslaught of its mouth.

Liquid
flames ran and pooled in the ache between her thighs, fierce and hungry. Mink
textured plumage tickled and caressed the delicate skin of her thighs as she
spread open her legs, all but immobilized beneath the onslaught of sensations.
Her muscles vibrated with the need for release, for joining. Clarissa’s hands
clutched for something to touch, to hold onto while her entire body responded,
achingly close to orgasm.

A
smooth cushiony hardness came under her hands, and stroking that downy softness
she felt its length tremble.

Her
fingers traced it, feeling it glide between her legs to press so exquisitely
against her nether lips that she cried out. The unseen hands lightly pinched
her nipples, kneading her flesh. When she felt teeth scrape the skin of her
throat, an orgasm burst through her; the slick hardness between her thighs
pushed deliciously on her pulsing sex as she shamelessly rode her climax.

“Yes
Clarissa, yes,” he said. It did not seem possible but the voice brought her to
an even higher crest of pleasure that had her breath coming in hiccoughs
interspersed with little keening cries.

She
came hard and soft, the feeling of those feathers gliding over her even more
intense than before. It seemed to go on forever, longer than she could ever
have managed to sustain on her own.

The
sun was bright in her room. She dragged her sleep and pleasure limp body
upright to stare at her clock in bemusement.

“Oh
shit!” She was going to be very late for work.

* *
* *

“Clarissa?
You want to tell me what’s on your mind? You’ve been acting kind of strange
these past few weeks.” Veronica, her boss, stood in the doorway to her little
cubicle of an office.

She
blushed furiously, heart racing, as she struggled to form a coherent sentence.

“I…I’m
sorry Veronica. I’ve been…I’ve been having some bad episodes…”

“Oh
Clarissa…” The pity and compassion in Veronica’s voice made her throat hurt
with the need to scream. “Tell me you are still in counseling.”

She
shook her head mutely. Therapy had only helped so much, before it made her too
angry to do it anymore. Only the passage of time has helped her. That and
metaphysics. She had found something to believe in again. After all her beliefs
had been shattered, she understood that she wasn’t as alone as she had
believed. “No, not anymore. But, Veronica, I am all right. I promise. It was
just some jerk that set off all the memories again.”

Veronica
laid a kind hand on Clarissa’s shoulder, saying softly. “It does take time,
sweetie. After what that bastard put you through, I’m amazed you have done as
well as you have.”

“Thanks.
I’m sorry for making you worry.” She squeezed her boss’s hand. “I’ll try not to
screw up too much okay?”

“I’m
not worried about that Clarissa. But, you call me you hear? You call me if you
need me for anything.” Veronica patted her lightly then walked out the door.

Clarissa
stared after the tall woman in gratitude. Turning back to her work, she had the
strangest feeling come over her. Almost as if someone were giving her a hug.

* *
* *

Saturday
Before Dawn:

Sleek,
smooth limbs wrapped her closely. Heat inundated her senses, as those plumes of
silk caressed her skin in increasing pressure. A molten hardness jutted into
the small of her back, as she spread her legs to the sensuous assault on her
sensitized skin. Clarissa could feel how ready she was; feel the fire licking
along her veins.

“Are
you of the light?” she gasped between slippery strokes over her clitoris.

“Yes.”
Something velvety and hard rode against her pubic bone.

“Are
you family of light?” Her pelvis moved in sinuous circles trying to capture
that long length.

“Yes.”
Fluffy curls of feathers tickled between her butt cheeks, the stroking of her
ass bringing her gaspingly close to orgasm.

The
bowl of her hips pressed hard against the livid length that nudged her back.
Those feathers danced and teased, electric jolts sparkling through her enflamed
senses.

Lips
sucked at her nape and a hot, callused hand engulfed her breasts, cupping and
lifting them together. She could feel a mouth, its tongue and teeth, close over
the puckered peaks. She could not help but arch into it, all but begging for
more of that delicious deeply tugging suck.

“Are
you of—” A cry tore from her. Her dripping channel deftly probed in one
deep stroke that brought her teetering to the brink of orgasm.

Caught
in blazing pleasure, she spread all the wider, allowing unseen fingers to probe
deeper into her wetness. There she hung, her orgasm tightening then releasing
in successive waves that had her muscles trembling, her spine bowing. Then
another appendage slipped its silken heat into her dark rose. Her consciousness
shattered with the force of her fulfillment. Bells seemed to cascade all around
her.

An
insistent chiming bell sounded in her ears and she awoke shuddering,
electrifying waves of pleasure still coursing through her sweat-slick body.

“What?”
Clarissa whispered groggily, turned her head to discern where the chimes were
coming from.

She
blinked and rubbed her eyes as she realized it was her alarm. She had not
turned it off for the weekend. “God almighty…”

Flipping
it off, she flopped back down to her damp and tangled sheets as aftershocks
chased through her belly. Wonderingly she brought her hands to her sex and
quivered in amazement at her inflamed, pulsing wetness.

Almost
against her volition, she teased her fingers into her folds seeking out the
hard nub of her clit, quickly overcome with an orgasm that had her mewling in
the back of her throat. She slipped two fingers into her throbbing body and her
shouting cry was startling, as she came yet again. Thrashing under her tangled
sheets she slowly returned to the here and now.

“Jesus.
That’s some dream girl,” she muttered softly, unaware of the barely discernable
blue light and fell back into a dreamless sleep.

* *
* *

Sunday
Night—Just After 10 PM

“Clarissa,
why don’t you come out with us?” Thia’s soft voice was tinny through the phone.
“It will do you good, and besides, I miss you.”

“Um,
yeah, well, it’s late, and I have to work tomorrow. And Thia, I miss you too.”
Trying not to let her impatience show in her voice she said, “I’ll come see you
soon okay?”

“Aww
Clari, okay. You’re right, it is late. I’ll call you tomorrow and maybe we can
hook up later this week.”

“That
sounds like a plan” she laughed lightly. “Bye girlfriend, don’t do anything I
wouldn’t do.”

“Yeah
that will be hard since you don’t do anything fun at all!” With a gentle
teasing laugh and Thia was gone from the line.

Clarissa
put the phone down and crawled into her waiting bed, bound and determined to
find out if this thing, this entity in her dreams, was of the light or the
dark. Sea Salt and Holy Water sat in their containers nearby, and she lay down
letting sleep come to claim her.

Electric
fire licked her skin. It ran in her veins pooling and eddying deep inside her
belly. Her womb clenched in anticipation of the ecstasy she knew was near.

Strong
arms wrapped around her chest holding her tenderly to heated skin and muscle.
Feathers, smooth and soft caressed her, ephemeral and evanescent, slipping over
erogenous spots that had never known such a touch. She forced herself to lift
her head to think beyond feeling a moment longer.

“Are
you family of light?” she said as she opened her dreaming eyes to features dim
with mist. She could make out a strong jaw with a hint of a cleft and beautiful
carven lips.

“Yes.”
The word slipped past those unearthly lips, tumbling through her like spring
water flooding, setting her hidden entrance to weeping with slick moisture.

“Are
you family of light?” High cheekbones and a perfectly patrician nose glimmered
in the pearly light, long tendrils of blonde hair drifted in the air.

“Yes.”
Her spine bowed with pleasure as the boulders of his voice vibrated through her
chest, feathers and fingers cupping her ass, her pulsing sex. She could just
see the jutting crest of eyebrows over wide and deep-set shadowed eyes.

Those
gentle ministrations became urgent, velveteen poles pressed into her hipbones
as fire plumed hardness pushed into her trembling belly. She could feel those
fingers delving into her folds and helplessly opened her legs wider, gasps
escaping as they pushed deep into her greedy sheath. Her head fell back,
leaving her breasts up-thrust and jutting into that beautiful muscle-clad
chest. She could feel her orgasm was building closer and struggled to keep her
thoughts coherent.

“Are
you—family—of—” a hardened peak sucked deep, she cried out,
“Light?”

There
was a mighty pause while ethereal limbs tightened around her. “Yes, Clarissa, I
am of the light but not a part of it.”

This
last spoken so laconically that she pushed against the chest she lay on. It
caused those deliciously manipulative fingers to slip out of her pulsing
channel.

“What
do you mean?” Those feathers held her softly, tenderly. “Of the light but not
part of it?”

Then
she truly saw his face. Sculpted finer than Michelangelo’s David, the face of
all her dreams stared down at her.

“But—but,”
she spluttered, tears welling to fall silently down her cheeks as disbelief ran
rampant.

Arching
wings, for that was all she could call them enclosed her body, shrouding them
in blue light that glowed through those translucent feathers that still
caressed her softly.

“Ne
pleurez pas aimé,” he whispered, kissing her cheeks. “Do not cry, beloved.”

The
tears streamed. “You can’t be real. You can’t be!”

Her
hands traced his sleek sculpted face. “How can you be here? How can I know you
and I have not met you before?”

“You
know me for we are mated since all time began.” He sipped at her mouth, licking
the corners of her lips.  “We can only meet here, in your dreams for now. It is
only here that I can reach you, touch you, and love you.”

His
wings pulled her closer still. “But, but if we are mates how come you aren’t in
my world? My reality?”

“But
I am a part of your reality, Clarissa, even though we can meet only in dreams.
Come beloved let me make love to you as you deserve to be loved.” He murmured,
his lips moving sweetly over her jaw, down her throat.

Her
hands clutched at his light spanned shoulders as she leaned over his arm
allowing him to suckle her breasts. The fire in her veins leapt to a higher
level making her writhe and moan as he sucked her hard and deep while those
delicious feathers stroked her legs, her bowed spine, and her enflamed mons.

Panting
against his chest, she felt her legs spread open with fingers strong and
supple. They brushed against her clit, her sheath and she trembled as slowly
they penetrated. It was wracking her. She couldn’t stop her hips from grinding
down onto that deliciously invading hand. She could feel the strength of her
orgasm building like incoming tides and gave herself over to them freely.

“Yes
Clarissa yes,” he whispered softly, as he lifted her higher, fingers still
working, until her soaking cleft was even with his face.

Weightless
in the glowing light of his wings and dreams her heart nearly foundered as his
tongue slipped into her folds, languidly curling around her clit. His fingers
slipped deeper finding her internal triggers effortlessly. She came then,
crying into the ethers her passionate response to his ministrations. Her juices
flowed over his hand and down her thighs, and when more fingers slipped slowly
into her rosebud, she bucked and heaved with the sheer force of another orgasm
fracturing through her pleasure-ridden body.

He
pulled her down the length of his body, his hardness jutting fiercely. “Open
for me Clarissa, let me join with you.” He breathed into her ear bringing his
cock to rest against her engorged lips.

Head
lolling against his chest, she opened glazed eyes to gaze down where he rubbed
so insistently over her cleft. Her gasp of surprise and something akin to fear
at the size of his erection brought her head up to look at him in entreaty.

“Oh
my god. I don’t think that will fit inside of me,” she blurted, seeking what
she was not sure.

He
laughed softly, nibbling at her lips, “I will fit. You have always been able to
take me inside.”

“But—I,
I don’t remember it.” Her breath hitching as the tip of him nestled more firmly
between her pouting wet lips. “It’s going to hurt, isn’t it?”