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Nuances of a Performance	By : LLoire Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 2970 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nuances of a Performance, by Laguna Loire.

Author’s Note: This is a fanfiction based on Gaston Lereux’s novel and Andrew Lloyd Webber’s musical of The Phantom of the Opera. The characters contained are not mine, except for the character of the child Madeline, whom you shall be introduced to in the next chapter, when I post it. It’s rated R because it contains graphic sex, as you’ll soon see, since the Prologue is basically one lovely sex romp. However, because it actually DOES have a plot instead of just blatant porn, it’s spared the coveted NC-17 rating. Please review, for feedback is appreciated!
Prologue: Unwinding Fantasies
His hands glided slowly and carefully down the front of her body, each movement deliberate, each subtle touch carefully placed. She could feel his heavy, warm breath on the back of her neck, sending shivers down her spine, making her skin tense. The touch traveled over the length of her bodice, and when his hands found her hips, he stopped suddenly, planted a kiss on her neck, and began working their way back up her body. She let out a soft moan as his calloused fingers, formed from his labors that spanned his life, grazed over her covered breasts. He cupped them gently, then squeezed lightly, causing her to let out a quick breath.
“Oh, Christine,” he whispered breathily, the sound of it sounding slightly erotic in itself. As his hands worked over her shoulders, up to her neck, she turned to face her man, her long, curly hair covering her face as she did. The man smiled, and moved her hair out of her face, and her eyes fell upon her lover. There he was, the notorious Phantom, his eyes glowing. Even through his mask of white, covering his right half of his face and his forehead, she knew he was happy, genuinely happy, probably for the first time in his life. Why she left him, she could never forgive herself for. It was foolish…then again, most girls in their late teens were foolish. Yet, by her own devices, intentional or not, she made even more miserable the man who loved her for all she was, the man who had a heart big enough to hold the world.
A smile crept to her face slowly, for she knew now, that she belonged to him. No more would he suffer alone, living in solitude below the Opera House for the rest of his existence.
“I’ve long since waited for this day,” Christine said quietly, feeling more and more elated inside as each second passed.
“Myself as well, my dear Christine,” Erik, the Phantom, replied.
Sighing, she looked into his eyes once more. “Forgive me, for all that—”
He pressed a finger to her lips. “What’s past is past, my dear. Nothing can be done. What matters now is that we are here, together at last…my angel of music.”
“My angel of music,” Christine repeated, whispering. He drew in close, and their lips pressed together firmly. He wrapped his strong arms around her, and she felt a sense of protection wash over her as he did, and some seconds later, she opened her mouth and felt the pleasant intrusion of his tongue touching hers. Inside, she could feel herself desiring him, wanting nothing more than the two of them to have passionate love-making. Their bodies pressed together, and she could feel the heat emanating from his body through his white buttoned dress shirt. She could feel his heart beating quickly, just as hers was starting to follow in the same. Their kisses began to become more impassioned, their tongues flicking quickly with each other, in a mock battle of domination. His hands were moving down the back of her body, thumbing over the laces of her corset. She pressed herself to him, starting to become aware of a need, an insistency to make love with him, feeling a powerful desire growing within her. She noticed him as well, as she was starting to feel something becoming rather hard pressing against her leg.
He broke the kiss, and pulled himself away from her face, breathing heavily. The top part of his shirt was already unbuttoned, and quickly, he unbuttoned the rest of the shirt, exposing his chest to her. It was a well-toned upper body, with muscles clearly defined. No doubt it was muscular, another result of years of work and being so heavily involved with music…his music. There was no hair on his chest—whether it was a result of his own intention or not, she didn’t care…she wanted him, needed him, badly. He tossed the shirt to one side, down near the edge of his lake. All around his home, here, in the fifth cellar of the Paris Opera House, warm candlelight lit every facet of his home, where he spent a good portion of his life, even helping in its creation. To some, it may have felt inviting; to others, a place of ominous and dismal emotion, cold.
Once more, the two locked in fierce kissing, and he too, was becoming aware of a need to have her, buried inside her. He had been waiting years for someone to love him, someone to desire him as much as he did her, for no one wanted him. He was alone his whole life, and now, here she was, his angel of music, here to save him from his eternal solitude. Inside, something, a desire was growing stronger, a desire to throw away all gentility, a desire threatening to consume him with lust. Quickly, his hands began to work behind her, untying the laces that bound her supple body. As he did, his lips moved away from hers, down her soft, fair neck, and he began to suck on the skin lightly at first. She gasped, her eyes closed as she felt another wave of pleasure, desire, shoot down her body, to her most precious area. He pulled away and moved behind her so he could work better. The nimble fingers worked quickly, deftly up her body, and in what seemed like only a minute or two, she felt a rush of air wash over her exposed upper body as the binding garment fell to the floor, leaving her in just her undergarments. “Christine…” he whispered huskily, and once more she felt his hands touching her body, moving upwards. He squeezed her breasts firmly, causing her to elicit a moan of approval. His fingers grazed her nipples, now firmly erect. He played with her breasts as his lips planted kisses along her neck. As he touched them, she could feel a warm feeling in her precious area between her legs.
“Erik…touch me…” she replied in between heavy breaths. A bolt of desire ran down to his genitals, giving it length. He took one nipple in his fingers and began playing with it, causing her to moan louder. With his other hand, he started to move down her body, until it reached her hips. He squeezed her breast once more, and then began to push the last article of clothing down. Suddenly, she took one hand and placed it over his, perhaps trying to stop him from what he was about to do. Awkwardly, the Phantom froze, not knowing what to do.
“To your bed, Erik,” Christine said in a low voice. Acknowledging, he took her hand and walked across his cavern, glancing back behind him to see her looking back at him, and also noticed him looking at her exposed upper body, taking in the beautiful sight. On the far right of the room was his bed—she remembered it well: it was the very same bed that Erik carried her to when she fainted, after he sang that sweet song to her, after she saw his life-like model of herself in a full wedding dress. It was a huge bed set into the figure of a swan, or some other majestic bird. Its frame was pure white, the tail feathers splayed out in an fan-like arc for the back, the bed itself set into a near-circular frame, and the sides come together to form a curving neck, up toward the bowed head of the bird itself.
The two were sharing kisses before they even reached the bed. She lowered herself to his bed, lying down comfortably as Erik eased his way on top of her, being careful not to hurt her. Her hands were already running up and down his toned back as he trailed his lips down her neck, moving downward with deliberate slowness. His fingers glided up her supple form, and he continued downward until he stopped at one of her breasts. He paused for a few seconds to readjust his mask, then he placed his lips on her nipple and began to suck on it. Suddenly her body arched in the air as she wailed her approval, and she ran her fingers through Erik’s black hair, tugging on it. One hand grabbed her other breast, and he began to suck harder. He was now fully aware of his full, hardened length, and instinctively, he pressed his body against her, so she could feel his insistent need for her, his desire for her. He rolled his tongue around her nipple, making circles around the hardened nub, then flicking it back and forth. With one hand wrapped around her and the other on her breast, he took that hand and began moving even lower with it, gliding his fingers over her smooth stomach until he reached the material of her bloomers.
“Please, Erik…” she whispered. This new, forbidden pleasure was exciting to her, and she felt his strong hand begin to tug at it, starting to force it downward. His length was throbbing now, pressing against the confines of his black dress pants. He lifted himself up off her to pull the remaining off her, and as he stood up, his eyes fell upon the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in all his life. Her young, naked beautiful body was like a ray of pure light, the soft, fair skin of her inviting. She looked at him, her eyes wide in anticipation, in desire and need. His eyes took in the full sight of Christine, from her beautiful face, her breasts, the small triangle of hair between her thighs, and her long, shapely legs.
“My beautiful Christine,” he said, smiling. “My wonderful angel…” He reached over to the front of his pants, and finally, he undid the button, and began to pull
My Erik…
Why had society shunned him all his life? The man had an excellent, well-toned body—not excessively muscular, but definitely not lanky. He was perfect in every way—the only imperfection being his face, his gross deformity which lay beneath his mask. Even so…it was just external. She couldn’t help but gaze at what had been hiding beneath the thin layer of clothing—a full, hard and erect length, vibrant and throbbing, full of life. And in short time, that would be inside her.
She couldn’t wait.
“You’re…beautiful, Erik,” the young woman managed to say, taking it all in.
“Thank you, my Christine…no one has ever said that to me before,” he replied, a smile spreading across his face. Once more, he came back to the bed and eased himself on top of her, being careful not to harm her delicate features. She closed her eyes and kissed him full on the lips once more, and he responded, letting out a low moan and pressing himself against her. She could feel the warm length against her thigh, and she wanted it inside her, deep inside her. Some seconds went by, and she pulled away from his lips. She looked straight inside his eyes, saw her reflection in those pools of wonder, and smiled.
“Make love to me, Erik,” she whispered. No sooner did she finish the line when quickly, she felt his lips on hers firmly. She felt his hard length pressing against her entrance, feeling the wetness that had formed from their foreplay. Lust was beginning to overtake Erik, his desire for her growing. She began to open up her legs to him, inviting him inside. He wanted to dominate her, overpower her, make her moan and scream in wild, erotic pleasure. Quickly, he penetrated her, filling her with his hard length, much to the approval of Christine, who let out a moan as he slid easily inside. She felt tight around him, but she didn’t appear to be hurt. He pulled back a little, then thrust inside her again, feeling all warm around him, beginning a steady, slow rhythmic thrust. Their bodies pressed against each other, their lips firmly entangled in a lover’s dance.
Instinctively, she tightened her lower muscles around his thrusting shaft, causing him to let out a low moan, approving. The tighter feeling around him made him want her that much more. He pulled away from her lips, then quickly trailed down to a spot on her neck, where he began to suck and lick the soft skin, while one hand grabbed her breast and squeezed firmly. He sucked harder, causing her to shift a little beneath his muscular body, letting out a satisfying moan. Her hands traveled up and down his back, and she felt his muscles move in time with his thrusts. Slowly, they wandered down to his butt, and she squeezed the muscles there. He moaned once more again, a deep, guttural moan coming from deep inside him. Shifting position a little, he began to thrust a little faster, feeling more and more lustful as he thrust into her pelvic region.
Suddenly, she gasped and writhed beneath him. He found something, a bundle of nerves, something pleasant and wonderful inside of her. He trailed his lips down her neck once more, and sucked on a hard nipple, grazing it with his teeth. It only made her moan loudly; her eyes slammed shut as her face contorted in an open-mouthed look of pleasure.
“class=SpellE>Ahh, Erik!” she yelled, grabbing his butt once more and pulling him toward her, urging him to be fully inside her. Not wanting to disappoint her, he buried himself in to the hilt. He took both hands and placed them beneath her firm ass, lifting her in the air a bit, then drove deeper inside her hot area, wanting her to feel every inch of his hard member. She gasped and moaned again, feeling just how hard he was, every inch of it fully inside her. He pulled out again, then plunged once more, developing a slow, maddening rhythm that made her moan on every thrust. He shifted his position again, and as he did, she tightened around him once more, eliciting a deep moan from him, urging him to move faster.
He quickened his pace, squeezing her firm butt as he drove in faster, each thrust becoming harder and quicker than the previous one. Sweat was starting to form between the two heated bodies, rubbing together in a delicious, passionate friction. Once more, she grabbed his ass and pulled him closer to her, wanting her to drive in harder. A powerful desire grew inside Erik, and suddenly, he quickened his pace, moaning as he began to slam into her without abandon, slamming quickly into her pelvis. He took his hands off her ass and ran them through her hair, planting his lips on hers. Their tongues quickly went at it, lust now overtaking the both of them, their moans muffled between their mouths. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure through her body, which Erik was now slamming away like a piston, pounding into her hips, moaning louder now. She moaned louder now, her voice quickly rising as the intensity of his thrusts increased. He was striking that wonderful nub of nerves, sending waves up and down her body. He, too, was becoming louder as he slammed harder, the sounds of skin hitting skin becoming quite audible in their passionate play. He could feel himself coming close to the edge, knowing that climax was near. Deep inside, he could feel her hot and wet, her muscles clenching around him, slamming and grinding into her with full force. She screamed once more, and dug her nails into her lover’s back, thrusting upwards to try to meet his pounding.
“Erik!!!!” she screamed loudly, seemingly loud enough for anyone in the Opera House, as wave after wave of violent pleasure shook her body, unending, at the point of climax, true sexual bliss. He kept hitting there, and it seemed like electricity was shooting through her. She kept screaming, her face contorted as if it was in pain, but really one of the most wonderful feelings she’d ever known. Seconds later, he let out something like a loud groan, she couldn’t tell in the midst of all this swirling—and suddenly felt his body shudder, his back arched, his body stop thrusting, his length fully buried inside her. She could feel it twitching inside her, and she knew he had released, finally releasing his warm liquid inside her. She looked at his face, saw that his mask was somewhat misaligned, but she didn’t care now.
He collapsed on top of her, the two of them just lying there, absolutely motionless, breathing heavily. She wrapped her arms around Erik, her wonderful Phantom, and felt a smile come to her face. Christine felt the urge to laugh, but it only came out as some sort of dopey giggle.
“Oh…Christine…” the Phantom whispered. “My angel…”
“My Erik…” she replied. She could feel his length twitch once more inside her, and as she began to relax, she could hear a faint noise in the distance, coming from somewhere deep in the cellar. It almost sounded like someone crying.
Her heart began to quicken, and suddenly she felt nervous. Is there somebody else here? We’re not alone?
The child-like cry was getting closer, louder, and suddenly Christine felt her surroundings disappear, Erik began to fade away from her arms, and darkness began to close in all around her, claiming her, beckoning her back into the night.

END OF PROLOGUE. Hope you’re enjoying it so far! Please send me a review. Chapter One shall be posted soon!
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