Terran Times 18 - Emerald Envisage (42 page)

“I love it here,” she exclaimed breathlessly. “The grass is so soft and cool. The air is fresh. The water is crisp and clear.” She wanted to mention her dream lover lived here as well and she could sense his presence nearby but thought better of it. “I’ve been dreaming of this place since I was a child.” She spun around again and, spying some bushes down the way, ran to them. She pulled a stick off a bush and held it up. “Look what I found!”

When he reached her again, she plucked a flower from the large stem and moved the white, long, bell shaped leaves toward her mouth. He shot out his hand and grabbed her wrist. “Don’t eat that,” he bellowed.

In the distance, several birds screeched.

“You’ve turned as white as a hospital sheet,” she stated. “Are you okay?”

“I will be if you don’t put anything from this land into your mouth.”

“It’s only honeysuckle.” At his peeved expression, she dropped the bud. “All right. Fine. I won’t sample the honeysuckle or anything else. What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” he snapped and gazed into her eyes, willing her to remember him, their love, their life together.

“Why do I feel I know you? We’ve never met before, have we?”

He brushed the backs of his fingers along her cheek. “Oh, Betha, my pretty one, don’t you remember me?” he whispered.

* * * *

She closed her eyes and leaned into his hand, her heart rate zipped up a notch and her crotch twitched. “Joha,” she whispered without thought, the name conjured from a distant memory.

“Yes,” he sighed as his lips descended on hers and he brought her close.

T
he warmth of his arms around her and being pressed against his heated, solid body was like being wrapped in a cozy blanket. The gentle sway of his hug and his heated lips molding gently upon hers sent ripples of desire through her core.

Cool air, bringing the heady fragrance of the forest and nearby flowers, swirled around them.

What started as a gentle, sweet kiss, turned into a passionate blending of bodies. His hands sought and cupped her breasts. His thumbs brushing over the areas of her nipples brought them to hard peaks. She trailed her hand down the front of his jeans, t
he denim taut against his bulging cock. She pressed her hand to the area, felt it pulsate and
kneaded it in tender consideration as h
is hands wound their way to her back and held firm to her shoulder blades. He wasn’t allowing her any kind of escape while his mouth covered hers with a savage intensity.

A wave of hungry desire spiraled through her. She groped his ass with her other hand as her tongue met his, thrust for thrust. She couldn’t get enough of him and threw her all into the kiss to match him in his passion. A warm wetness trickled from the cleft between her thighs.

* * * *

Joe ended the kiss, but made no move to stop her active hand on his cock. He rested his forehead against hers as he caught his breath. Moments later, when he felt he couldn’t stand anymore of her teasing, he took her hand and led her to a shaded area under the high boughs of pine trees near a babbling brook.

He pressed himself up against her and took her lips in silent, demanding need. Years of waiting exploded forth and he hurriedly undressed her and himself, then tossed her onto a bed of soft pine needles. As he spread out on top of her, his massive, solid body generated a substantial amount of heat. He thought he’d melt her from it. Yet, she didn’t dissolve and didn’t seem to mind his weight as she pulled him even closer to her, her fingers splaying across his shoulders and trailing a path up the side of his neck to cup his face in her hands.

He forced her mouth open with his tongue, pulled hers into his mouth and sucked on it, giving it a playful nip before he let it go. His hands caressed her breasts, working the nubs of her nipples and, the more he tantalized them, the deeper she kissed him. A sensuous moan escaped his mouth into hers when she rubbed the cleft, then the tight opening of his ass. He flipped her over, allowing her to sit on top of him.

She straddled him, positioned her hands on his shoulders, then slid them down, engraving all the contours and nuances of his upper torso. As her fingers brushed over his nipples, he sucked in his breath. She continued to smooth a path down to his abdomen, where his muscles betrayed him by tensing, shuddering and releasing. When she reached the boundary of his crotch, she stopped, gazed into his eyes and gave him a sly smile. Bending forward, she ran her tongue down the midline of his torso and clasped her hand around his long, hard shaft. When her face reached his cock, she licked its head.

Her mouth wrapped him in warm, oral moistness and she suckled, stroked and massaged him with her lips and tongue. His hips thrust toward her and his eyes stared up at the dark green, pine ceiling. He grunted and stirred under her head, then stopped her ministrations. “It’s your turn now,” he said mischievously and, in mere seconds, had her flipped onto her back, his naked body stretched on top of hers again with a thigh between her legs. “Now, my dear, it’s payback time.”

His lips and tongue traced the outlines of her areola, flicked the hard nub in the middle of it as his fingers probed the junction between her thighs. Gingerly, as if he hadn’t a care in the world, he kissed his way down her body and replaced his fingers with his tongue. His tongue moved in and out of her vagina, occasionally laving her labia and stroking her clit. She moaned and writhed under his head, but he continued his assault. Her body tensed around his oral muscle and she cried out as a spasm of ecstasy vibrated through her. He kissed his way back up her body, ending with a soft peck to her nose.

When she looked at him, his breath caught in his throat. No woman had ever looked at him with such fiery intensity, such devotion. He parted her thighs with his knee and lay between her legs, the tip of his penis poised and ready at her opening. She gave a slight nod and that was all the encouragement he needed. He thrust in.

He held her close as he drove himself in and out of her. Several minutes later, he gasped as his whole body seized. The turquoise and green auras spiked all around them, then waned. All his muscles returned to normal, he relaxed and looked down upon her. A contented smile adorned her face. He eased himself from her and lay beside her.

She snuggled up close and sighed.

“I don’t ever want to be apart from you ever again,” he declared, holding her tightly. “And if you’ll have me, I’d ask that you’d consent to spending the rest of eternity with me.”

“I’d love to spend forever with you,” she replied and, before she could say anything else, a pull jerked on her aura again. He drank of her life force, the deep green auric glow surrounding her decreased in its depth and became pale. Her eyes fluttered and closed.

“Wake, my love,” he said, tapping her on the cheek. “Wake and breathe in my energy.”

He was pleased she did as he bid and when she verged on the edge of passing out, he halted her process and drank from her again. Hours seemed to pass as he then she transferred energy. With one last hesitant breath, he sipped on her deep green luminescence. The shade was sweet and tangy, fresh grapes off the vine.

“I feel wonderful,” she said languidly afterward, lying spent on the ground.

“And you’ll continue to feel such bliss. As long as you sip off the energies of others, you can live indeterminably.”

“Ah, like a vampire.”

“Yes, but not the
sanguinary
type. We’re of the psychic variety.” He sat up. “For now though, we need to get back to the store and your friend, and tonight over dinner, we will make arrangements for a proper, mortal wedding. How does that sound?”

“It sounds divine.”

Once she was dressed, Joha handed her the emerald. “They say giving your lover this gem will bring him or her closer as long as the giver’s motives are pure. It is also said it will help the lover to stay faithful. The emerald is yours, my love.”

“I thank you for the stone and your love, but I hope you know that I don’t need a crystal to keep me true. I’ll always be faithful to you because I have always loved you,” she declared and took the stone, placing it safely in her pocket. “And you were right.”

“How so?” he inquired as they morphed back into the storeroom.

“Because I found my heart’s desire.”

PERFECT VESSEL

Tierney O’Malley

Jade stomped out of Brad’s dingy office. “Go to hell, Brad!” She slammed the door behind her with force and continued walking. She dodged the filthy hands of drunken customers trying to grab her. The bar, as usual was full of men ready to spend money just to see and taste flesh. She glanced at the stage. Her friend, Pam, was dancing erotically with Guy, the newly recruited male dancer, as if they were having sex in the privacy of their bedroom.

They were both naked.

The crowd hooted and yelled obscenities that could make a seasoned whore blush when Pam slithered down Guy’s body like a snake until her mouth was directly above his erect cock. The noise faded until only the harsh breathing of customers could be heard.

Jade could feel the anticipation in the air.

Pam opened her mouth then tilted her head down. Guy cupped Pam’s head and then he thrust his hips slowly. His cock slowly disappeared inside Pam’s mouth. Guy’s groan as he fucked Pam’s mouth sounded like a boom in quiet room.

Loud cheering bounced around the room. The crowd clapped and was back to screaming filths. Jade looked away. She knew what would happen next. She didn’t have to see it. She’d call Pam later and tell her that the asswipe Brad cut her because…

God, she couldn’t even imagine what Brad had ask her to do in exchange for another six month contract. How could he even think that she’d perform sex with a fat donkey? A donkey!

A hard punch in the gut would be less painful than the humiliation his suggestion did to her ego. She was humiliated beyond belief. God, what a brainless asshole.

“Who the hell does he think he is? And what did he think I am?” she hissed through her clenched teeth. “A pig? I’ve been working for that god damn Sugar and Spice Club for six months. Didn’t complain, did what I am told and now, I am fired because I refused to suck a donkey’s dick?”

Man, she made mistakes in her life that she regretted to this day, the reason why she ended up working for Sugar and Spice Club. But that didn’t mean she deserved to be treated as a soulless, prideless—if that was even a word—and heartless creature. Even naked pole dancers should be treated with respect. “We are like everybody else, Damnit!”

 
Outside the bar, she was just another woman who shopped at Wal-Mart, watched Jay Leno and enjoyed a bowl of ice cream with a cherry on top. She never dressed in a way that gave any hint of what she did for a living. She, Jade Belcourt, always shed her erotic dancer character whenever she clocked-out. Her job stayed inside the bar.

Jade was a lap, table and pole dancer. She would do anything to satisfy a customer, try different positions just to give his money’s worth. She would do anything except bestiality. When she signed an agreement with Sugar and Spice, she made it clear she wouldn’t be performing sex and other things involving pain. She didn’t mention anything about sex with an animal because who in the freaking world would want to see that? Fucking or getting fucked by an animal didn’t sit well in her stomach. And for the producer to ask her to suck a donkey’s dick or let a real dog fuck her from behind was not only insulting but also disrespectful. Only a person with an unsound mind would agree to that kind of freak show.

Yes, sex between man or woman and animal was beyond the norm and freakish in nature. She would rather have sex with an alien, with one black eye, long arms that dragged on the ground when they walk and legs that looked like a green grasshopper’s rather than taste a donkey’s cum. Gross!

God, if she could just find the inspiration she once had to create sellable paintings again, one that could fetch for a reasonable amount, she’d stop dancing. Painting was the only decent job she knew she was good at and it, too, disappeared along with her family’s respect. But her medium left her years ago. When would it ever come back? Would it ever?

Jade thought about the paintings she had sold in the past. People praised her work, she was recognized locally as a painter with great potential. But all of it disappeared because of one small mistake. She smoked weed and was caught. She went to jail and her life went downhill since then. What a hell to pay for inhaling one small joint.

She was almost out the door when her heel got caught on a crack on the floor and broke. Her anger hit the highest point. She removed her shoe and aimed it at the sign on the door,
Sugar and Spice Club: You Ask, We Provide
. But her aim was off. The shoe flew off her hand and hit the wine bottles on display.

Rocco, the bartender that was busy ogling Pam came and looked at the floor. “Gotta pay for that, Jade.”

“No, I’m not. It was an accident.” She lifted her chin and limped her way out, letting the door slam behind her. She didn’t care if she broke more than one bottle. The whole fucking building could go up to flames and she would just laugh about it. Not a bad thought, she told herself. If the building were gone, then women that worked there would be forced to go somewhere where they would be treated like human beings. And the men, well, they could all go to hell.