Authors: Jade Allen
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Had Sarah Coleman gone completely
and totally insane? More so than usual, anyway?
Crossing the threshold through
the main entryway of Plaza Hotel in downtown Lexington, she took little notice
of the plush scarlet red carpeting, the crystalline chandeliers, and the lovely
carved sculptures that filled and defined this elegant space—focusing instead
on what seemed to be the perilous state of her very sanity.
Just two days ago, I enjoyed the
perfect date with the perfect gentleman
, she reminded herself. Gabriel
is every woman’s dream, and he swore that we would meet again soon.
Would he
feel the same way if he knew that I was en route to a hotel room to enjoy a
sinful night of passion with a complete and total stranger?
Of course, she reminded herself,
she wasn’t exactly cheating on Gabriel; a man with whom she’d enjoyed only
one—albeit very magical—date.
I only hope that I’m not cheating
myself by going in for a one night stand with someone I barely know—beyond, of
course, his extensive dance repertoire
, she reasoned.
What am I
doing here, anyway? This is madness.
Okay then
, she
mused inward. It was decided. She would use the key to open the door that now
loomed before her, then tell the brazen seducer on the other side that she
would not succumb to his salacious temptations.
No way, no how
, she
vowed to herself, turning the key in the lock before her as she steeled her
resolve.
All resolve was lost moments
later, however, as she stepped through the door to confront a vision that stole
her breath.
Lachan, as promised, lay
deliciously naked in the silken sheets of a luxury canopied bed; a luscious
concoction of whisper soft lavender comforters and a brilliant star-strewn
canopy overhead.
Nestled deep in the midst of all
of this luxury was one gorgeous specimen of a man; one whose massive bronzed
pecs, bulging arms and washboard abs peeked out teasingly above a lush border
of shiny satin sheets.
Lachan’s thick black hair spilled
over his shoulders as he put himself on full display for her viewing pleasure,
accentuating his seductive pose with a brilliant full-toothed smile as he
crooked an enticing finger in her direction.
“What took you so long?” he asked
her, his tone low and honeyed. “I’ve been waiting for you. Now lock the door and
come to me.”
Soon an entranced Sarah found
herself seated on the edge of Lachan’s luxurious bed, watching in a state of
sheer wonder as the seductive stranger slipped surreptitiously from the sheets
and came to stand naked before her.
For a moment, he stood still and
allowed her to admire the whole of his sheer masculine perfection; her hungry
gaze devouring his massive sculpted chest, his ripped abs, his long trim legs,
and—last but not least—a long hard shaft that now rose majestically to salute
her arrival.
Chuckling gently at her awestruck
expression, he leaned forward to seize her lips in a warm, passionate kiss.
“I don’t want you to fear me,
love,” he whispered against her lips. “You may think I’m a stranger, but this
is not the case. You and I have met before, but not here on Earth as we know it.
And now, with your full and kind permission, I’d very much like to make your
dreams come true.”
Acting immediately on her nod of
consent, Lachan fell to her feet as he continued to stare deeply into her wide,
wonder struck eyes.
Slipping her tired feet from the
confines of her work shoes, her attentive lover suckled her toes and massaged
her weary pads as she sighed with tender contentment, licking his way up her
sturdy legs as he worked his way beneath her sensible denim work dress.
Suddenly surging upward to
ensnare the border of her white cotton panties between flawless ivory teeth,
Lachan dragged the undergarments down her legs before leaving them in a cloudy
mass just before her feet.
Returning at once to that sacred
place of her greatest feminine pleasure, her attentive lover opened her tender
folds with a long resounding lick, gracing his lady with an intimate kiss as
his lips secured themselves tightly around her clit.
Bobbing his head up and down to intensify
the emotion, Lachan licked and suckled her throbbing nub as she gasped her
pleasure, the silken strands of his long dark hair brushing softly against the
skin of her thighs.
Reaching his hands beneath her
skirt to soothe and caress her buxom hips, Lachan continued to lick her
sensitive pearl, sending red hot shards of electric ecstasy careening upward
through every fiber of her being.
Throwing her head back as she
basked in the feeling, an enthralled Sarah thrusted her full hips forward to
grant him greater access, squirming in her seat as pleasure overcame her.
Finally, with a last resounding flick
of his tongue, Lachan sent her hurdling across the bounds of an incredible
clitoral orgasm, a feeling that radiated from her head to her toes as he joined
her on the bed.
Catching her trembling body up in
two strong arms and holding her closer than close, Lachan eased her back slowly
onto the soft satin sheets as he stripped her of her prim denim dress, leaning
his head forward to kiss and suckle her breasts as his talented tongue hardened
her nipples to firm hard pebbles beneath his tender attentions.
Running her hands through his
long dark hair and letting loose with yet another girlish giggle—
two in one
day
, she mused,
this must be a record
—Sarah sighed with content as
they collapsed together on the bed beneath them.
The couple’s arms and legs
entangled between them as their lips collided in a heated kiss; her breasts pressing
against his rock hard chest; his hands running like warm water down her back.
Sarah writhed wildly in Lachan’s
arms as her famished hands explored his body, massaging and caressing his
sculpted torso as he growled outright in response.
Sweeping her up in an impassioned
embrace, her mysterious lover gyrated his trim hips gracefully against her own;
his long hard rod grazing the cleft of her aroused femininity.
Their kisses deepened as she
wrapped her arms tightly around his bulging shoulders, throwing herself deeper
into his arms as their tongues and fingers entangled at once.
Wrapping her legs tightly around
his trim waist, she opened herself to him, spreading her buxom thighs as she
hissed against his full lips, “I want you inside of me, Lachan. Now!”
She gasped as her lover pulled
her closer to him, breaking their kiss as he stared deeply into her eyes and
whispered, “As you wish, my princess.”
Her eyes flying wide as she
considered these words, Sarah bit her lip as she pondered the pet name that had
passed her lover’s lips.
Princess? That’s what Gabriel
called me
, she thought, staring confused into the eyes of her lover
even as her body cried for him.
Lachan seared her with a wicked
smile as he fully joined them as one. Surging his long stiff shaft to the
depths of her soaking wet pussy, Lachan seized her lips in another impassioned
kiss as their hips claimed an immediate rhythm.
The couple’s hips and thighs
locked between them as their tongues entangled; soon it became difficult to
tell where one ended and the other began as their joined bodies rolled wildly
across the breadth of the bed.
Yet even as he continued to probe
and penetrate her, Lachan cradled Sarah sweetly in his arms as he plied her
lips with the kindest of kisses.
Opening herself to him, Sarah ran
her fingernails down his strong planed back as pleasure overcame her; her
psyche brimming with dreamlike visions of faraway lands and dragons in flight.
Just then, her eyes flew open and
all she saw was Lachan, his exquisite beauty flooding her senses as she threw
her body against his.
Finally, with a long last thrust,
he carried them across the bounds of an incredible mutual orgasm; one that
rocked them both to the core as they clung to one another in the heat of
ecstasy.
Moments later, the couple
collapsed together in the softness of sweaty satin sheets, sharing a smile
before falling asleep in one another’s arms.
Early the next morning, Sarah
awoke from yet another mystical dream; another and even more vivid imagining of
faraway lands and paranormal creatures in flight.
Eager to open her eyes to an even
more pleasurable dream, she reached with a smile for the mysterious lover who
had set her night on fire.
This smile dissolved abruptly
moments later, as her fingers grasped only air, her eyes flying open as Sarah
realized that she now lay alone in her bed.
Only it is far from my bed
, she
reminded herself, adding through gritted teeth,
Here’s hoping that Lover Boy
didn’t only desert me the morning after, but stick me with his hotel bill as
well.
Finally her gaze rested on a
folded piece of crème colored stationery laying on Lachan’s pillow; one she
retrieved immediately and read with sleep-blurred eyes.
“For now, my princess, I have to
go,” the note read. “Please know, though, that I will see you again soon.”
Throwing aside the note with a
frustrated hand, Sarah shook her head from side to side as she considered these
cryptic words.
Gabriel said exactly the same
thing to me
, she pondered, adding as she buried her head in
her hands,
What on earth is going on here?
But then again, she reasoned,
perhaps the answer to this near frantic question did not exist on Earth—at all.
****
Slipping silently into the throne
room of his father’s grand palace, Lachan immediately searched the room for any
signs of his father, fully prepared to tell the king that it was he, and not
his brother, who had won the heart of their intended queen.
Instead he saw only the imposing
figure of his frowning, scowling brother; a man who now bounded across the
floor of the throne room to erase all distance between them.
“You’ve been away all night,”
Gabriel thundered, his tone harsh and accusatory. “You laid with her, didn’t
you?”
Lachan nodded.
“We made love,” he agreed, adding
as he raised his chin to proud effect, “And, if anything, the strength and
intensity of her response tells me that I am the man of her heart.”
Gabriel snorted.
“I did not need to seduce Sarah
in order to make our love. We adored one another, from the moment of our first
meeting,” he insisted. “She is mine!”
Lachan thought a moment, then
sighed.
“I fear, my brother, that there
is only one way to settle this,” he decided.
Gabriel looked at his brother for
a long, sad moment, then nodded.
“Then so be it.”
****
At times, Dracor observed, he
simply had to set aside his full schedule of royal duties and simply take in
the view.
Standing just outside the arched
entryway of his grand emerald palace, he took just a moment to admire the sky
that shone this same vibrant, luminous hue; and he couldn’t help but smile as
he further beheld the vision of his two sons, the princes of his realm, fly
with a certain regal majesty just below the skyline.
This smile dissolved moments
later, as the dragons before him flew at eye level and charged one another with
the full force of their incredible power, nostrils flaring and eyes blaring as
they bared their claws.
The king gasped in horror as his
once peaceable sons punched and clawed at one another in what seemed a fit of
unleashed rage; wings and tails flailing as they growled and roared in time
with their frenetic movements.
Surging forward with his usual
aplomb, a furious Lachan butted his scaled head full and hard against his
brother’s chest, letting loose with a mighty roar that betrayed his innermost
rage.
Grasping at his brother with
sharp clawed hands, Gabriel bore his razor sharp teeth as he released an amplified
growl, his tail swinging back and forth in a furious motion as he slashed
mercilessly at Lachan’s face.
Springing into action, Dracor
morphed swiftly to his nature made form and flew with unbridled flourish into
the air above him, letting loose with a mighty roar as he confronted his sons
mid-air.
Parting his lips wide, Dracor spewed
a stream of fire just above the heads of his fighting family members, stilling
their movements as they both turned to face him with wide eyes and an
expression that bespoke their fear.
“Gabriel and Lachan!” Dracor bellowed.
“You disgrace yourselves, and the people of our realm, with this brash and
childish behavior. And while I deeply regret that you both have been assigned
the same Earthling life mate, this is not the right and proper way to settle
the matter.” He paused here, adding in a regal bellow, “So, to put it more
simply, you will have to find a civil and diplomatic way to resolve this
conflict!”
The brothers froze motionless in
response to their father’s words, hanging their heads in shame as they folded
their clawed hands before them and said, “Yes, Father.”
Once again, Lachan and Gabriel
stood facing one another in their father’s throne room, staring through the
panes of the soothsaying orb.
“Well then, my brother, it seems
that we face a most peculiar sort of quandary,” Gabriel observed, stroking his
sculpted chin in a show of deep contemplation. “The Soothsayer has chosen one
woman for the both of us, and after each romancing this exquisite lady, we each
have fallen in love with her—as, I suppose, was intended from the start.”
Lachan nodded.
“And, from what we can gather,
she is quite fond of us as well,” he paused here, adding through pursed lips,
“Of course I had hoped that the act of making mad passionate love to her would
give me the edge—but this woman seems to favor romance just as much as she does
unbridled sexuality.”
Gabriel chuckled.
“Well, since the Soothsayer is
offering us nothing in the way of answers or explanation,” he reasoned,
narrowing his eyes condemningly in the direction of the blinking orb, “we may
just have to pay another visit to our Sarah—and ask her to make a final
decision.”