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Ascent to Power	By : Hot4Gerry Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 5436 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Dream Begins
The first night aboard ship Erik chose to hibernate in his cabin. He left the room late in the evening after dining alone. On his late evening prowl around the ship he saw not one soul wishing to enjoy the beauty of the night and the full moon reflecting in the wake of the ships passage. A natural gift of nature needing no enhancements to be beautiful. The dark night sky sparkled with millions of stars. Jewels strewn across the heavens. The moonlight gave an unnatural glow to everything it touched. This night was meant for lovers to share. Erik had never shared a lovers moon. Erik was grateful for his solitary walks in the night as he had no one to hide from in this half light.
The cold wind whipped against him bringing tears to his eyes but he didn’t mind. The night was luring him into it’s dark embrace and he was helpless to resist. Not having the will or inclination to deny himself thoughts of her he allowed Christine’s face and voice to haunt his mind. He could hear whispers of song floating around him. The words entranced even as they ravaged his heart with a new searing pain of loss. For a few moments of bliss he suffered hours of torment knowing the dream of her was all he would ever have. That young whelp had her in his bed giving and receiving pleasure in her body. Thinking of her was a deep pleasure and an excruciating pain. He would suffer any amount of pain to have just a brief glimpse of her face. He would gladly give his life to hear her voice sing one of his melodies again.
Erik you are a most pathetic man. She left you to die without a care for your wellbeing. She heard the mob as well as you did but did she show a moment of concern? No, she left with only a fleeting look over her shoulder. More than likely assuring herself you had not changed your mind and were following them. For all she knows you could be dead. For all intents and purposes you are dead to her. For all your dreams of revenge and having her in your life again the possibility is as small as finding one particular grain of sand on a beach. One grain of sand for a positive result and the remaining grains the surety of not having your wish granted. The negative far outweighs the positive.
Not liking his thoughts he went to bed to try in futility to lose himself in sleep and escape her image. Fruitless desire that was. His dreams were filled with her making the loss all the more painful. Even in slumber his torment haunted him.
A strange occurrence happened their second night out. Nadir had nagged him like and old woman and he relented and joined them at their table for dinner instead of dining in his dark and very stuffy cabin. They shared a table with several other passengers. Among them was a most forward young woman. Her name was Susan Manchester. The daughter of a family of wealth and favored by the royal family. Nadir had learned she had been sent to live with an aunt in France when her antics at home in England had gossip flying around the bluebloods. Her father thought to send her to his aging sister to curtail her antics. Her aunt had been far to meek and mild to handle the young harlot. She had gone through so many young noblemen mother’s were locking up their young sons in fear she would start on the younger sons as she had swept through most of the eligible and certainly a few ineligible young men.
Susan’s father had sent for her after arranging a marriage with a much older man who didn’t mind the loose morals of his future young bride. Being in his late sixties and with no heir he was willing to take on the tarnished young woman to secure the continuation of his family’s line. The older gentleman had been quite a rogue in his day. Marriage had never seemed pressing until it occurred to him that he was on the wrong side of sixty and still had produced an heir. Not one he would claim at any rate.
Nadir had shared his knowledge with Erik who showed little interest in the telling. What did it matter to him what this woman did? He had his own worries and troubles. Nadir gossiped worse than a group of chattering females.
Introductions were made and all the males except for Erik, Nadir and Darius pulled out a chair for the young woman. Erik could appreciate her beauty but saw no sense in torturing himself with thoughts of bedding her.
He sat at the table and the young woman pulled out the chair by his left side ignoring the offers of seating by the other gentlemen and sat down beside Erik. His heart stopped for a fraction of a second then beat like an over wound clock. The intoxicating scent wafting from her was enough to drive a sane man, which Erik was not, insane with desire. The males around the table stared at her cleavage with quick surreptitious glances. Erik had the best view as he was by her side and was quite a bit taller than the woman beside him. Her gown allowed for quite a bit of skin to be on display. Erik thanked a God he no longer believed in for small favors. During the meal she confused the hell out of him. Damned if the vixen didn’t keep rubbing herself on his arm and brushing her leg against his during dinner. Her hand on his thigh had him nearly choking on his bite of baked chicken. His face he knew was as red as a ruby and his cheeks felt as if he had a fever. The fever Erik soon realized was not only in his face. A part of him was growing ever more hard and tightening his trousers.
Erik thought he must be crowding her at the table and moved his chair over a couple of inches. Never had anyone willingly touched him. Even his mother put off taking care of his needs until Christian charity made her guiltily attend to her young son.
Conversation around the table was varied as there were two older gentlemen who were veterans of the recent war and were not shy of showing their medals to all who were interested and even those who were not. I was grouped with the latter as I thought the men quite boastful and pompous. I was definitely not envious or jealous of those fools. Half my brain held more knowledge than both of theirs put together.
He couldn’t help but notice that they vied for the young woman’s attention. He believed he recalled her name being Susan something or other. No matter, he had no plan to further their acquaintance. He could not stand another rejection so soon after His failure with Christine.
He was contented with enjoying his meal when the strangest thing began to occur. Ever so subtly he almost could believe he imagined it her chair moved a fraction of an inch toward his. Her bare shoulder was again rubbing his arm in a most distracting way.
Nothing further happened so he returned to my meal. It was not the best meal he had ever had but it was adequate. He would enjoy this meal though as he did not care for English fare the last few times he had visited that country.
Just when Erik was accepting that the touching had indeed been accidental her soft hand made it’s way to his thigh again and moved ever so slowly upward. Erik could hardly breath and he began to sweat profusely. His cock shot to full attention. He feared he might faint his breathing was becoming so rapid and erratic. Not having come across any situation like this before naturally he was not sure what his response should be.
He had to force himself not to jump out of his seat when that wicked little hand groped between his legs grasping his hardness in her hand and squeezing ever so gently on his cock. He was sure he must be dreaming or his madness had taken over his mind and he was hallucinating.
Erik looked around the table and no one gave any indication of knowing about the sinful deed being carried out underneath the table. As her hand began to stroke him he knew he had to remove himself from this situation or he would have her on the table and damn the consequences. Things like this just did not happen to him. Perhaps she had eaten some meat that was off and it was affecting her mind. Erik knew of mushrooms and other drugs that could cause hallucinations and lower ones inhibitions. Perhaps something of that nature had inadvertently gotten in something she ate or drank causing her to think him someone she was intimately acquainted with.
Clearing his throat of the sudden restriction clogging his throat he stated, "I am suddenly not feeling well. I beg your forgiveness but I think I will return to my cabin. Nadir if you could please bring some of your stomach medicine to my cabin I would be most appreciative. Ladies, gentlemen goodnight. Enjoy the rest of your meal." With the words hardly out of his mouth he had scooted his chair back and jumped up. With a hasty bow he left the dining room as if the hounds of hell were nipping at his booted feet. He knew Nadir would deciher his coded message.
He prayed no one would notice the tent his cock had made in his trousers. To his further mortification a wet spot appeared on the front of his trousers. His cock was not willing to forgo the pleasure promised by that stroking hand. He would be changing his trousers as soon as he returned to his cabin. He did not wish to embarrass himself in front of Nadir.
Nadir was confused with Erik’s request. Nadir cast a questioning look in Darius’ direction but he only shrugged. He was as baffled as Nadir about Erik’s rather abrupt departure. Most peculiar as Erik never suffers from illness disregarding his sickness of mind of course and his illness associated with the young diva.
What stomach medicine? Nadir sat at the table in confusion. Erik was the one with the knowledge of all the ancient remedies and medicines. I can clean a wound and stitch it but I have little useful knowledge of medicines and herbs. I suppose I shall have to go to Erik to solve this little mystery.
He waited for dinner to end then declined joining in the dancing taking place after dinner. Damn man even curtails his leisure time. He so would have loved to hold one of those beauties close to him on the dance floor. What new twist to torment him had Erik concocted now he wonder? The man would be the death of him if he didn’t quickly find him something to occupy his overly intelligent brain.
He made his way below deck and found Erik’s cabin. He knocked and barely had time to make a move to knock a second time when the door was jerked open and he was pulled roughly into the room. The momentum caused him to stumble forward and almost fall flat on his face. He regained his footing just before he feel to the floor in what would have been a painful fall.
Half expecting a burglar he readied himself to exchange blows. He whirled around and brought his fists up to strike out at an assailant. Upon seeing Erik standing there he sighed in relief and dropped his hands.
"Erik I have long ago realized you are an eccentric but what in the name of all that is holy has gotten into you man? Your acting strange even for you. Has your fever perhaps returned?"
"If I did not have a more pressing matter to discuss with you I would take offence of your words but as it is I am quite baffled and need a clear head. Please remember I will not let aspersions on my character go unpunished in the future even if I do claim you as a friend." Having said this he glared at his friend in his most menacing fashion. Nadir was not quite sure his life had been in danger.and apologized for my impertinence. One could never be absolutely sure of Erik’s temper or sanity.
Erik waived my apology aside and strode as far as the small cabin would allow then a few long legged strides and he was again in front of me. Erik had not shown this much agitation since his little diva left with the Vicomte. I had not one clue what was going through the man’s mind. Erik tended to have a wide range of mood swings and went from one to another in the blink of an eye. I never have been able to decipher Erik‘s moods. Perhaps that is just as well. To get to far into Erik’s head would surely lead to madness. There was just too much churning around in that God awful genius mind of his. Enough to drive a simple man into madness he was sure. Look what it had done to Erik.
"I confess I am stumped as to the reason for what just occurred. My mind tells me I am a fool to think it was intentional but then even when I gave her room the action was repeated. Dare I say even further liberties were taken? Not that I mind such liberties but I can find no purpose for them and I am damned frustrated. What do you think Nadir?"
"At this moment I think you have failed to express what your problem is so I fear I can not pass judgment at this moment. Erik for a man who is often clear to the point of being too blunt on occasion at this moment you are at the risk of my life I will say you are as clear as the mud at the bottom of a pond. What are you asking me to make judgment on if I may ask for my clarification?"
"The young woman who sat beside me tonight. She was most forward with me. Not outwardly so anyone would notice but under the table she was quite free in touching my person." Nadir saw a most astounding sight. One he had never seen when in Erik’s presence. Erik’s face flushed with the heat of embarrassment. What in the name of Allah had the young woman done?
This was most intriguing. In all the years of their acquaintance Nadir could never remember seeing Erik flushed from anything other than anger which most days occurred every few seconds or the fever from sickness which occurred after his madness with that Daae woman. That an encounter with an attractive woman was the cause heightened the mystery and his interest.
"How friendly shall we say was the young woman?" Nadir had a hard time repressing the grin that wanted to spread across his face at Erik’s uncomfortable shifting from leg to leg and the almost shy way he avoided looking directly into his old friend’s eyes. He began to fidget with his suit jacket and placed his hands in his pockets rocking forward and back on the heels of his boots.
"Well she touched a place covered by my trousers that only as an infant did my mother touch and myself for personal reasons we need not go into. What can be the meaning of this bold move? Do you think it was meant to embarrass me? Yes. Yes. That must be the answer. An attempt to have a laugh at my expense." Erik continued his frantic pacing.
"Erik if that were true would it not have been better to do something others could see and not something given privacy by the table? As an attempt to embarrass you in public I would say it failed dismally. To have a private reaction the bulls eye was hit. Is that a correct expression Erik?"
"Damn if I am inclined to give you a lesson in speaking correctly when something so momentous has occurred. What in hell am I supposed to do in reaction to such boldness?
"Accept it with a smile? Thank your God for small mercies? Give hot pursuit? So many options are open to you. One would be maybe to try to have a conversation with her. Of course that would require you to leave your borough here in your room. Oh! And dare I say it? You might have to face the light of day. This could be my chance to test a theory of mine that you are part vampire as the man in that dreadfully frightening manuscript you gave me to read. Why do men insist on supporting such nonsense? For centuries superstition has lent credence to the legends."
"It hadn‘t escaped my notice you did at one time sleep in a coffin and let us not forget that black cape you swirl around like wings of a bat. Come to think of it your attire has always been on the dark side. I have attributed your feud with your God to be the result of your deformity and anger but perhaps your aversion to all things holy stems from an inability to touch anything blessed by your God. You know as hard as I try I can not remember ever seeing you in the light of day. Your eyes do have that uncanny ability to seemingly glow in the dark."
Nadir shivered in remembrance of that tomb of evil he had thought would be entertaining. He had made the mistake of reading the manuscript late one stormy night. The young man who wrote this missive had to be demented. Erik often received mauscripts as he had at one time written several books that had been published. As a favor to the publisher he read mauxcripts then forwarded his opinion onto the man in England.
A police chief in Persia he may have been but the thought of someone drinking the blood of others to sustain a semblance of life after the death of the body was quite disturbing. It sounded like something the cruel Khanum would do. Thinking back I am quite sure that was one of her demented pleasures.
"Are you still going on about that proposed book? Nadir it has been almost a year since you read the thing. In all that time have you come across anyone, other than myself of course, who could fit into the roll of a vampire? For God sake man you were one of the most frightening men in Persia, head of the police and here you are quaking and whimpering like a woman over a fictional character. If you recall my days were kept busy serving the Shah and his mother. Their demands did not leave much free time and you must remember I was away a lot overseeing the construction of the new palace and as for sleeping in a coffin you know I did that to remind myself I looked like death as if my face weren’t enough of a reminder. My life under the opera did not leave me with the opportunity to seek the light in case of discovery and need I remind you that my face is gruesome enough at night in daylight it may well give a person heart failure."
"I take offense at your remarks. I do not whimper or quake. I simply had a momentary chill and it made my voice less strong. You have to concede that there is ample evidence to support the theory that you could be a child of the night. Now let’s please do leave my reading habits behind and focus on your dilemma. Although I fail to see why you have such negative views on the encounter. Just as reminder I tell you again your face is not your main issue. Your attitude and temper do not invite closeness. A smile would invite conversation but your scowls send even the strongest of men running in fear."
"Fine. Fine. I still think you’re an old woman but let’s not digress. I think the young woman may have been drunk or delusional. Why would such a beautiful woman try to attract me with so many young, handsome and wealthy men on board?"
"Erik as I have told you before on many occasions you are a striking figure. Many women would be thrilled to keep company with you. If you could ever learn to curb your anger you might see a different world around you."
"Oh I am sure of this as my schedule has been so busy entertaining all these young women. Why I hardly have time to catch my breath. Soon I shall have to allot numbers just so that I make sure I do not neglect one or favor one over the other." Erik voice was laced with sarcasm.
"Pack your sarcasm away or I shall leave. How could you expect to meet any young women? You have hidden in the dark and dank bowels of that damn opera house for twenty years. If you had taken the time to woo the young women of the opera instead of scaring them half to death making them think you were a damn ghost you may have found a woman by now."
As he saw Erik about to speak he knew what he was going to say and Nadir cut him off before he could utter one word.
"Do not spout that nonsense about Christine. That young vixen was not the woman for you and the two of you were hardly a normal couple. Angel of Music indeed. In Persia you were the Angel of Death. I just realized that you have a fixation with angels Erik. You do not hear any voices perhaps or see visions of your God perchance?"
"Do not be ridiculous. I am somewhat insane at times but not yet to that level of losing my mind. Need I remind you that you are still on notice and my Punjab nears your throat with each word?"
"It is comforting to know you are the same insane Erik I have always known. With you it pays to be cautious. For your information I do not think you are wrong in your assumptions that the young woman was intentionally overly familiar with you and as a man I would think you should know the answer to the question of why. She has lust for you. Imagine that Erik."
Erik’s mind boggled at the thought of a young woman lusting for him. Good God only a few months ago he was begging on bended knee for Christine to stay with him in any capacity. He was even willing to forgo intimacy for her company alone. To hear her voice in song would have been enough for him besotted fool that he was and still is he admitted to himself.
"Tomorrow casually seek the young woman out and strike up a conversation with her. You are an articulate man and have knowledge of vast numbers of subjects. You should have no difficulty in keeping her interest."
A handsome man would have no difficulty but a man with this face had many concerns. One being not having her run screaming when she sees me in the harsh light of day and with a mind not fogged by liquor. I must be mad to think I could attract such a woman. It is best to leave things as they are and at least have the false thought that she was attracted to me instead of having her confirm my delusion.”
"Erik you are such a fool. The woman had only sat down at the table. She had consumed no alcohol. Right now I could use a healthy dose myself even though it would go against the teachings of my religion. That is how much you drive me to insanity. Soon I fear you will have a roommate in the room at the asylum You are a most frustrating man. If I did know you would kill me I would smack some sense into that hard stubborn head of yours. Just accept the fact that women are going to find you a mysterious dangerous man and want to be the one to tame your wild wicked ways. Of course they do not know you are totally beyond taming. Sleep on it tonight and we’ll see how you feel in the morning."
"Sleep? How often do I require sleep? I shall try but I fear it will be a fruitless pursuit." Erik had never required much sleep and as nightmares plagued him nightly he was glad of that.
"Always the pessimist Erik. Did you know in the book it said that vampires do not sleep. They simply rest in their coffin from sunup until sundown. When was the last time you saw a sunrise Erik?" Seeing Erik begin to bare his white teeth he thought again of vampires and thought of the long walk in the dark to get to the other side of the ship. He could almost swear Erik’s eye teeth had grown just the tiniest bit. At this moment Nadir wished he were a Christian and had a cross handy or perhaps holy water. Damn Erik and his books and would it hurt him not to be so damned dark all the time?
After closing the door after Nadir left Erik wondered how he would get to sleep. On normal nights his sleep was troubled and now his body was betraying him. His ardor had lessened somewhat but the want was still there lurking to take hold of him in dreams. Erik did not foresee slumber taking him into it’s peaceful arms any time soon. He did not even have his organ to bash out his frustration upon. His violin was too fragile and he feared he might damage it in his frenzy to release his passions.
After undressing in the bathroom Erik bathed with the water his cabin boy had brought earlier. He sank into the tub relaxing his muscles in the lukewarm water. He closed his eyes and Christine’s image floated across his mind’s eye. That angelic face he longed to caress. Those warm lush lips he longed to press against his in a fever of want and need. His hands ached to caress her breasts and all the womanly parts hidden from the eyes of everyone but the one who is her lover. Oh to be that man. He would sell his soul to the devil to possess her once. One time only and he could live forever in the heavenly memory.
These thoughts brought his body to a state of uncomfortable arousal. His cock pulsed with need. He moved trying to relieve some of the ache knowing it was useless. Giving in to the need his hand crept down to his hard flesh. Taking his hardened cock into his hand he slowly moved his hand up and down caressing the flesh that ached for attention. Soon his strokes were coming faster and harder. His hips raising to met the downward stroke of his hand. In his mind’s eye it was Christine stroking him in ecstasy. A moan escaped his mouth. The pleasure was reaching near unbearable levels. He pictured himself firmly seated between her lush white thighs buried deep in her warmth. His hand started to pump up and down frantically seeking to give him the release he needed desperately. He moaned out Christine’s name in a tortured voice. His voice sounding guttural in the heat of passion.
In his mind he entered her warm wetness with one hard stroke. His mouth covering hers swallowed her cry of ectasy. Oh how she would beg him to fuck her. She would praise his size and prowess. He would fuck her so long and hard she would feel his hard cock in her long after they parted.
She would beg him to fuck her harder deeper. She wanted every inch of his hot cock buried deep within her. His innocent shy Christine would come alive with his thrusting cock giving her so much pleasure.
At first he didn’t hear the knock at the door. His lust drowned out all but the drive to reach the pinnacle of release. The knocking continued and finally penetrated his mind. If he had been sure he had remembered to lock the door he would have cursed the person behind the door to hell and continued. If it was Nadir he may well enter if Erik didn’t answer. With one last lustful stroke dragging a groan from his throat he paused. His labored breathing gradually slowed.
His engorged cock refused to relax. It throbbed with unsatisfied need. Erik promised himself if it was Nadir at his door he was no longer going to be in the land of the living. Damnation whoever stood behind that door was in peril of losing their life.
Shoving his arms into his black robe he stalked angrily across the cabin and threw the door open with a hard jerk that had the door hitting the wall with a crash. The noise and the sudden opening of the door made the young woman standing there jump and give a squeak of fright. Looking at his face her eyes widened momentarily. He thought it was due to his sudden opening of the door.
Erik could not believe what his eyes were seeing. Susan Manchester stood before him clutching a blue satin cloak around her luscious body. He eyes raked over her form and they widened when he saw her feet were bare. He saw ten dainty well manicured toes sticking out from under her cloak. Catching him staring at her bare toes they curled under in nervousness. She was by no means shy but she had never sought to seduce a man after only meeting him for a few short hours. Her time was short so she couldn’t afford the usual coy games she played with potential lovers.
"Will you not invite me in Erik? I hope you don’t mind if I call you Erik and you may call me Susan. After all I feel we are to become great friends."
Not knowing what to do and wanting to return to his bath and his self pleasuring he hesitated then bowed from the waist and swept his hand in invitation. She passed in front of him and trailed her hand down from his shoulder to his waist just above his still hard pulsating cock as she stepped past him into the cabin. He sucked his breath in quickly. In Erik’s haste he had forgotten to put on his mask. He didn't even realize that fact. His frustration and anger were all he could think of in this moment. His mask for once far from his thinking at this moment.
Shutting the door he leaned his head against the door banged his head a couple of times against the solid wood and inhaled deeply then turned and stopped as if suddenly hitting a wall of brick. The bold young temptress had removed her cloak and she was as naked as the day she was born underneath. Hungrily yet believing he must have fallen asleep in his bath and a marvelous dream was about to unfold he let his gaze rove over her curves. His heated eyes taking in each inch of bared flesh.
"I know you will think I’m some sort of loose woman but I had to take this opportunity to have one last fling with a young attractive man. As soon as I reach England’s shores I will be tied to man older than my own grandfather. Please don’t send me away. I ask nothing more than this one night. After that if you no longer wish to see me I shall be grateful for one last night of heated passion."
Susan stroked her hand down over her flat stomach on down to the dark curls nestled at the top of her thighs. Erik's hot lust filled eyes followed that stroking hand. His cock strained to join her hand in her stroking.
Heated passion? Erik had yet to share one night of passion with a woman. Heated of otherwise. The instant reaction of his body made him grateful for the thick concealing material of his robe. His lower body was definitely giving the young woman his full attention.
As she spoke she had been advancing on him slowly. When she was but an inch from his muscled body she stopped and raised her shapely brow in question. When he made no move to retreat or advance she took it upon herself to initiate contact. Erik could make no response other than swallow whatever seemed to be lodged in his throat.
At her first touch his skin heated several degrees and his heart took on the rhythm of a watch wound too tightly. He could feel each heavy beat pound the inner wall of his chest shaking his body with the power of the heavy beats. God if this is but a dream he was going to enjoy each moment until he woke up. A fleeting thought flitted across his mind that maybe he had succumbed to the use of morphine once more and he was hallucinating while in a drug induced slumber.
Erik stretched his hand out and when she didn’t shy from his touch he gently stroked her face with the barest tip of his fingers. When she did nothing but stroke her cheek against him he laid the palm of his hand on her cheek and slowly lowered his lips to hers not wanting to frighten her. He himself was shaking like a leaf in a strong wind. Christine had been the only woman he had ever touched in this manner and look how that had turned out. Flashes of his time with Christine entered his mind and his love and want stormed his defenses.
The last night they were together she had been in his opera Don Juan Triumphant. He could again hear the sensual lyrics and erotic music of his one and only opera to be seen by an audience. That night Erik and Christine had all but made love on the stage. He had purposely wrote the words to suggest two people promising to have wild untamed sex. He had wanted that twit of a boy to suffer as he seduced then made love to Christine with his voice, touching her intimately in front of everyone. He had done it too and she had certainly responded.
Chritine had come alive under his caressing hands. She had pressed against the hardness in his trousers. For a few blessed moments he thought she had changed her mind about betraying him. Then she had ripped his mask from him with only a small fleeting look of regret. Her eyes had quickly turned to her precious Vicomte.
A burning urgent need heated his lower body and the ache that had not left him earlier shot through him with such force that he pulled the young woman into his body so forcefully he knocked the breath from her temporarily. He had taken her by surprise and it had taken her a moment to react to his advance. In his haste he was far less gentle than he should have been. Her lips parted and her tongue rubbed along Erik’s lips asking for entrance. Not having any experience with kissing or what came after Erik tried to recall some of the conversations he had over heard from the bragging stagehands. He had been entertained throughout his youth with the torrid escapades that went on behind the scenes and had even watched a few encounters as well. His dreams and fantasies could not compare to reality.
Feeling perhaps he should relax a bit he let his lips loosen and soften. That was all Susan needed to allow her tongue to forge into his mouth and stroke his tongue with hers. The heat he felt before now became an inferno. Urges he never felt before were telling his mind to grab and take what he wanted and damn the consequences. Another part was telling him he would be betraying his love for Christine if he took what he wanted so badly.
The image of Christine only made his desire for gratification more urgent. Allowing his mind to replace the woman in his arms with an image of Christine drove him to seek more than the touch of her lips on his. His hands began to explore her body. In his mind it was Christine’s body he touched and that moved so enticingly under him. The groan of pleasure from her gave proof that his touch was welcome and indeed needed. When his hand grazed the taught peak of her breast her hand came over his and held it to her firmly. When he made no move to remove his hand she released his and boldly put her hand on his chest and rubbed her soft hand over his male nipples. Ripples of pleasure coursed through his veins shooting hot flowing blood directly to his already engorged cock.
When her dainty hand traveled from his chest and then down his stomach just above his groin a groan escaped from his throat. A satisfied smile crossed her face as her hands rose back to his shoulders and crept under his robe. She smoothed his robe from his shoulders and down his arms letting it slide to the floor. Erik had never stood before anyone unclothed. If he had he had no memory of it. His hot glance down her body fueled an already burning fire in his lower body.
Susan brought her hand back to his shoulder and trailed her hands over the hard flesh. She moved her hands down his chest rubbing gently over his male nipples. Her right hand moved down over his stomach causing him to inhale quickly. When that blessedly tormenting hand traveled further and grasped him with her fingers wrapped tightly around his throbbing cock he nearly shot through the ceiling of his cabin. He was the only person to ever see or touch that part of him in all his adult life. To have a soft feminine hand wrapped around him was heaven. When she began to stroke him he thought he had entered heaven sometime in the last few seconds for surely he heard the angels heavenly choir singing just for him. He prayed with what little belief he still had in that deity that he could please her and not embarrass himself coming to completion too early. Being a virgin, he knew his chances of holding off the inevitable would be minute. Once he sank into that wet warmth he knew it would take but a few strokes to lose control. He had to pleasure her first then seek his own.
Feeling his knees begin to shake and about to buckle he swept her up into his arms and strode over to the bed. He laid her down gently and stood for mere seconds feasting his eyes on her beauty. Nothing he could have imagined could surpass the reality of a beautiful woman’s body. He closed his eyes and brought the image of Christine to his mind. With her firmly in his thoughts he lay down beside the woman and began to touch all her secret places that had until now been a mystery to Erik. Oh God Christine how much I love you. With the memory of his love he brought his lips down to crush the soft feminine ones beneath his.
His hand found her curly mound. He rubbed his hand over the curls feeling the wetness underneath those curls. His fingers teased around her opening. He dipped one finger in gently. He prayed to God he did nothing to disgust or frighten her.
For a brief moment he thought this was a betrayal of his love for Christine. His hard aroused cock said fuck betrayal. Christine was not fucking here. She was off fucking her vicomte.
When he felt her hand on his face for a moment he was confused by the feeling. Something was odd and out of place. Her hand was caressing his skin. The skin of his right deformed cheek. That if nothing else could douse the ardor in him. His night of passion was over before he had reaped any benefit of the woman’s willing body. God truly hated him and cursed him. Erik just hoped he could come away with a little of his dignity intact.
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