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Memoirs of a Monster	By : Luv Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 2993 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She had given herself to me, and as I watched her lithe body recline onto the bed before me, an exquisite offering of flesh such as I had never been privy to, I felt my throat close tight with emotion. But how would it appear for me, a man, the lover of this willing young beauty, to weep before her at the very idea of what was to come? I knew so little of women, but I felt sure that strength was a virtue they valued. Weakness and self-loathing were certainly not. I wondered if the tears were to come, would she shun me for my weakness or take me out of pity? Neither appealed to me in the least, and I stopped suddenly despite myself.

“What, love?” Her voice was like honeyed syrup, warm and smooth with the heat of the lust inside her sweet body. The effect was almost enough to make me cast my doubts aside and continue, but not quite. She was stroking the side of my face, her eyes soft and dewy with want, and I reached up to take her hands down, holding them firmly away. The questioning look made my heart beat harder in my chest, but I persevered, quelling the desire to abandon my intention and take her regardless of her motivations.

“Why?” I asked simply. Maddy showed no sign of understanding, and I drew a long, deep breath even as my eyes fell from hers to our hands. “You pity me?” I clarified, but could not bring myself to meet her gaze having spoken my greatest fear. For if it was the case; if her generosity was based solely on pity for my plight, then as much as I wanted to, I could not proceed. I would not for all the world take a woman for the mere fact that she thought me pitiful.

“Pity?” Maddy replied with a mark of disbelief in her voice. She gently pulled her delicate hands free from mine and cradled my face, forcing me to look into her eyes. “How could I pity one whom I admire? How could I pity the only man who has dared to be civil to me? How could I pity the only man I have ever wanted? No,” she broke off then and picked up one of my hands and turned the palm up. She traced her tiny fingertips over the lines of my hand, fluttering feather light against my skin and then pressed a kiss to the palm. “I have no pity for you, Erik.” The thick, sultry sound of passion had returned to her voice, as though she were speaking in a dream. Her eyes shone brilliantly with want, and I could feel her sigh. She closed her eyes and held my palm against her cheek. “I want you,” she said in a raspy whisper, her desire making words nearly impossible. “Please.”

At this I was convinced, or at least moved so strongly that I could not resist her any longer. I scarcely knew myself, and without a conscious thought on my part I moved over her, pressing her back onto the bed and covering her with my body. I went to her mouth and fed hungrily there, allowing my sinister tongue to invade and caress her as our hands fumbled and investigated. Neither of us being skilled especially in the ways of physical love, ours was an innocent exchange. We explored and reacted to each other, finding out what gave pleasure to the other and what brought about pleasure for ourselves. Tentatively we rid our bodies of the impediment of clothing, stopping now and again to savor the thrill of newfound intimacy as our skin came into contact with that of the other. By the time we were both fully undressed, our delicate orchestration of first love had grown into a frenzied tempest of desperate need.

I asserted myself, driven by Maddy’s unbridled urging on my behalf. She said such things to me, of what she wished I would do, and what she desired to do for me. Such things as I had never imagined hearing in earnest from the lips of a beautiful young woman, lying with every bit of her soft, naked skin pressed flush against my own. Increasingly I ventured further, worshipping every inch of her body with my mouth, wanting to leave no portion unloved. I felt her soften, as though her very being melted in submission as I loved her, tasted her and pleasured her. I felt myself carried away by the storm, unable to control what occurred, much as I lose myself in a piece of music. I was rapt, completely given to pleasing her with as much of myself as was possible. I no longer knew the voice that was directing me. I only followed my own carnal instincts, and when the sweet young woman below me moaned her approval, I felt like God Himself.

“Erik!” Her pleading cry brought me back to myself and I lifted my head, my hands still holding her smooth thighs wide and flat against the bed. Her sweet womanhood had both satisfied and aroused my appetite, and without realizing, I had nearly driven her mad with my incessant feeding at her soft, wet flesh. Drunk with my new power, I watched her as I lapped at the throbbing pink bud nestled just below the silky curls. She gasped and writhed, her breasts heaving with desperation. Again she cried out my name, and I answered by spreading her delicate folds wide with my thumbs and going down to her again, this time pushing my ravenous tongue deep inside in an attempt to taste her as completely as I could. At this, she brought one hand down and fisted my hair, simultaneously pressing against my mouth in a contradictory motion begging me to both cease and continue. I chose the latter, savoring her juices, enjoying my power, and pushing her sanity to the brink.

At last I could hold her no longer; her body was trembling and thrashing so beneath me that I had to abandon my quest. By the time I made my way back up her body, leaving a trail of kisses, she was panting and sweating from my efforts, her skin was flushed and she no longer looked like the helpless young creature I had come to know. She had become a woman; a passionate, sensual, vibrant woman. My mouth found hers and together we shared her delicious flavor as our hands continued to roam and stroke and caress ceaselessly.

Her touch traveled over my skin sending quivers of delight shooting throughout my body, but it was when I felt the first ghosting caresses over my erection that my wits were robbed and all my actions were arrested. I fell quite still, hardly daring to breathe as her unsure hand teased my poor tortured length. Reclining on my side, propped on one elbow, I made no movement, neither wanting to dissuade my young lover’s curiosity nor frighten her away. I fought to control the urge to push her onto her back and mount her. My body ached to take her, and I had the great fear that I would not be able to do so gently. With each adoring stroke, I was losing my rationality, and the thoughts entering my mind were enough to make a faint hint of shame tug at the back of my brain. But she was investigating me fully, her delight apparent as her touches increased in intensity, and soon I was straining visibly to suppress my need. Then, I watched in disbelief as she bent lower and felt, rather than saw, the moist heat of her mouth take me. It was altogether too much, and I moaned in pleasure, the sensation being one I had often fantasized about yet the reality was a thousand times more splendid than I could have ever imagined. Lust drove me past decorum, and I pressed a hand against the back of her head and made a crude attempt to make love to her mouth, clenching muscles and thrusting like a wanton beast. Rather than deter her however, Maddy’s eager mouth seemed to respond by feeding more intently, and I marveled at the idea that she found joy in serving me thus. I kept a firm hold on her head, guiding myself into her hungry mouth again and again, coaxing her to nurse my thick member until she had her fill. She did as I bid, her own little moans and whimpers of delight serving only to heighten my pleasure.

It was with great regret, upon feeling the gathering coil that would ultimately mean my release, that I tore the voracious little fiend from her feeding and bodily positioned her on her back, legs spread for my access, and mounted her. Our mouths were fused in passion, tongues sliding against one another’s in feverish need. I was drawn into her with such a force that we both cried out in a mixture of agony and ecstasy. As though our mere joining was enough, we remained locked together, not daring to move or break the sacred bond that had been formed, and as our bodies molded to one another, we kissed tenderly, reassuringly. Then, timidly we began to move and our bodies questioned and answered each other in an unspoken language. Our tremulous coupling evolved stroke by stroke, gaining momentum until at last we were swept away in the full throttle of exquisite love making.

Maddy clung to my shoulders as I fastened my mouth to her collarbone and made every effort to serve her with all my being. She made no protest, and in fact seemed set to draw me as deeply into her as often as possible, welcoming my onslaught of rapid thrusts and meeting them with cries of ecstasy. I became aware of nothing but the juncture of our writhing bodies, the exquisite thrum of blood that made our sensitive organs respond to our desperate lovemaking. In short (and forgive my crassness), for the first time in my life, there was only the glorious sensation of cock and cunt, and I hammered away frantically, my mind completely gone and my cries of pleasure sounding foreign and far away.

The end came quickly, both being primed and in undeniable need for release. I drove home once, and again, and one last time before I felt the rush of heat that exploded from my shuddering loins and emptied deep inside of my lover. I cried out, a primal male sound that I can only assume comes involuntarily when spilling one’s seed into the depths of a woman’s body. It was incomparable to any sensation I had ever experienced, and again I felt immortal. Looking down at the trembling form that I was still firmly rooted inside of, for the first time in my life, I felt whole.

When our final shudders and aftershocks had passed, I laid down beside Maddy, holding her tight against me and cherishing the lovely feeling of fatigue and completion. She clung to me even as her eyes fluttered closed in exhaustion and her rapid heartbeat slowed. She fell asleep against my chest on the instant, and I soon followed.
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