Perverts 'R' Us

Unseen

By Danyealle ( M/F, Mythical Beast, 1st )

While talking back and forth about the latest gossip, the four older ladies carefully examined the vegetables on the stand outside the grocery store. In a hushed tone they talked back and forth about who was doing what with whom. Of course, while they were slicing and dicing those in town verbally, they took turns keeping an eye out as to who was around. No, it wasn't a conscious thing, but one had to be careful what one said, lest the gossipee was within hearing range.

With a sharp nudge to each other all the talk stopped and they watched avidly as Sassette Martin came into view. Pretending to be busy examining all the fresh vegetables on view, they watched her out of the corner of their eyes. As usual when she passed by, she appeared to be talking to herself, paying no mind to anyone else. When they were all sure the young lady was out of hearing range, the conversation resumed with an excited buzz, like sparrows on a telephone wire, jabbering about nothing as though they were experts at it.

They all agreed that the girl had never been right, even when she was young. What with the strange parents she had, that was a given. Since they had died in that odd accident, Sassy, as she was called around town, had gone from an acceptable eccentric to downright odd. She was always walking around, talking to herself like there was someone next to her holding up the other end of the conversation. The poor girl didn't seem to realize that there was no one there.

At least, they agreed, she wasn't harmful to herself or others. While they absently fondled and squeezed the vegetables, not paying the least bit of attention to them, they went through the history of Sassy's family. Even though they all knew it by heart, they expounded it no end with each other and others, leading up to the parts that they didn't know. But somehow they pieced those together here and there, speculating about the rest.

From the time they had moved to town 25 years ago the Martins had been an enigma to the folks of Panthersville. Moving into the tiny town was odd enough. Most people left to go to the big city and set up housekeeping, rather than moving to the isolated town in the mountains from the city. But the Martins were personable enough, friendly and all that, so they were accepted. It was just odd is all.

They had bought the old Hanson place just outside the city limits. That big old white elephant had stood empty since old man Hanson had kicked the bucket five years before. A fall down the basement stairs had killed the old coot, who many in town swore was too mean and contrary to die. Huge place it was, three stories with wings sticking out at odd angles, as if the architect had gone mad while designing it and stuck things anywhere.

It was obvious to anyone who watched them move in, which was most of the town, that the Martins had money. All those fine furnishings that went into the farmhouse, after it was redecorated of course, meant the couple had some means. It was another odd thing in a town that consisted mostly of older folks who had been descended from the hill people. Money meant nothing more to them than you could look the banker in the face as you passed by him, and that you paid your bill at Quinn's Groceries at the end of the month like clockwork.

It was the consensus that people with means like the Martins would take their business elsewhere rather than shop 'town' like everyone else did. They were wrong. The Martins did 'right' by everyone in town and kept their business there. Not only that, they got involved in all those projects and activities all small towns had, helping here and there.

Again, they were personable enough but still they weren't "of" the town and there was just something else there no one could quite place that made them "different" for lack of a better word. No one could quite place what it was, and boy how did some of the folk try, but it hung around them like an invisible shield.

Another thing was that Mr. Martin, "Allard but just call me Al" as he always said, didn't work. To those who scraped out a living in the coal mines in the hills, this was almost sacrilege, but they kept that to themselves. Then there was church. They didn't attend, just another thing that set them apart from the God-fearing people but again, "judge not, lest ye be judged."

By far though, the one thing that stood out that allowed them to become part of the community without too much fuss was Sassette, Sassy. Cute as a bug's ear she was, and bright as a freshly-minted penny. Those long, raven banana curls and dimples that showed themselves every time the child smiled were so charming that no one could think too badly of parents who had sired and birthed such a beauty.

She was still a babe in her mother's arms when they moved in but by the time she was five she knew everyone in town by name. She was the darling of those who got to see her every day when she walked down to the store with her mama. When the time came for her to go to school it was expected that she would be boarding the bus with the few other town children for the ride two towns over to the consolidated school. None of the hill towns were big enough to have their own schools so it was combined to make a school for the eight or so towns surrounding it.

That is where they were wrong. It seemed the Martins, Zinevra in particular, had other ideas. To everyone who asked Zini, as she liked to be called, told how she was a teacher. She would be taking the responsibility for Sassy's education on herself. By far, she expounded, home schooling was much better for the child. With an admiring nod the town approved.

As Sassy grew she became the beauty most had predicted. Long raven hair that hung to mid-back, shiny and always perfectly groomed, brown eyes so expressive you were sure you could see into her soul, a cute button nose and a flawless alabaster complexion made her look like a finely crafted china doll brought to life. Her body became svelte and lithe, a willowy 5'9", not too tall and not too short, weighing maybe a buck and a dime, perfect.

Her legs were long and curvy, perfect symmetry to the rest of her. The waist was thin and the hips nicely rounded complimenting the slightly more than flat-chested but not quite a handful breasts. Sassy was a beauty, that was for sure! In any city her Daddy would have had to keep a shotgun by the door to keep the panting boys away but not here. Though interested the town boys knew what was proper, to wait until Al decided it was time for his little girl to date.

But that day never came. As Sassy grew older it seemed that she came into town less and less. While there was speculation aplenty the consensus was that mom and dad wanted to keep her sheltered and their little girl a little while longer, something most seemed to understand. After all a girl of Sassy's beauty would attract men from hither and yon. Then there was the accident. Horrible tragedy it was, new car and all, the brakes failing and the fire. Both Al and Zini died. Luckily Sassy wasn't with them.

At the funeral, in town of course, a lot of strange people where there, the townsfolk assumed Al and Zini's kin. While the funeral was held in town the preacher, if you could call him that, he was nothing like the town had ever seen before, came from elsewhere to give them a send off. The whole town was in attendance but only 'family' was allowed at the graveside service. Nothing odd, it was a time of mourning and people wanted to grieve with their kin. It was after that when things started to change.

It was assumed the poor chick would sell that big old house and move away but she didn't. Nor did she continue with her education like it was assumed. She just stayed up there alone, coming into town every day for this and that. It was about then that some of the odd things started happening, like the poor girl talking to herself. Naturally it was assumed grief over her parents but she never got over it. Now at 25, still the stunning beauty she had always been, Sassy was the town's eccentric; harmless for sure but odd.

But just how odd most of those in town would never truly know. For as long as she could remember Sassy had been told by her parents how truly special she was, that there were very few in the world like her. From an early age she was taught about their family history and the ways of their ancestors, druids, wiccans and the fae. Schooled in the ancient arts she learned early on her power far outstripped both of her parents combined.

While she learned the basics all children are taught she also learned her own rich family history that traced back before the written word. Also of the spirits and creatures most humans didn't believe in yet were here in this plane, existing unseen by most. It was during this time that she learned of the danger this gift could cause and of creatures quite powerful that wanted to possess that gift by possessing her.

As she grew into her teenage years something had happened and she knew that she was in jeopardy. For the first time she got to see the true power her parents held. The Wicca priestess/fae and the Druid high priest combined their powers and were able to summon up what humans thought of as a myth, a gargoyle. No, not the stone statues perched on churches, but the real magical being, a guardian for their daughter.

Mabon was ancient, wise and caring, so he agreed to help and care for Sassy. From her end it was wonderful to have a companion finally, someone to talk to and share things with. While she understood why her parents frowned upon her making friends with normal people she still longed for company. In that area Mabon was a gift from the gods. Wise and seemingly all knowing he was a wonderful teacher, but add to that he was an excellent listener and problem solver with patience unmatched. He was her perfect companion.

In the year before the accident her parents insisted he go with her wherever she went no matter how safe it seemed. So drawing from his ancient powers, he made himself dim; not quite invisible but he could only be seen by those who had the power of the sight, and he went with her. When she grew older and longed for all the things normal teenage girls do, boys, dating and the like, he was able to rise to the occasion.

Gargoyles are not the most handsome of creatures. Large and hulking like an overgrown body builder, they had scary features, long talon-like claws, gray skin, horns and bat-like wings, not something to tickle a teenage girl's fancy. But as magical creatures they had the power to change their appearance.

Understanding how she was feeling Mabon shifted himself into a human form. Still tall, almost 7 feet tall, he was large, built like a football linebacker, thick and muscular. But his features became so handsome they were almost angelic; silken blonde hair the color of corn silk, eyes so blue they almost put the sky to shame and perfectly chiseled features. While not handsome in the movie star fashion he had his own allure, one that pleased her to no end. From then on she referred to him as her boyfriend, something no one seemed to be displeased with.

After the accident Sassy was devastated, missing the two beings that loved her beyond any measure. While lost in her private grief he remained with her, understanding what she perhaps couldn't, that it was no accident. Only a creature of the utmost power could take the lives of two people who possessed the power of her parents. While he remained vigilant he also realized that she needed him for more than that. She needed a confidant, parent, big brother, friend and maybe lover. Once again he rose to the occasion for her, filling all the roles but the last.

As time rolled on she understood how the people in town viewed her, perhaps as unbalanced by her grief and withdrawn into herself. But that wasn't the case. She found that Mabon interested her more than any human and talking with him was far more entertaining. She saw it as an insult if she didn't talk to him while they walked. So while the townsfolk saw it as talking to herself, what she was doing was talking to the one being who interested her more than any human could. Perhaps it was even her private joke that everyone saw her as talking to herself.

While Sassy didn't have much experience with the opposite sex she understood that her unseen friend was courteous, suave and quite dashing in an old worldly sort of way. He opened doors for her, rose from his seat when she entered, pulled out her chair and the like. How could any woman resist that? Sure, she knew what he really looked like but to her even that form became more and more attractive as time went on. After all, there is more to sexual attraction than just looks.

Slowly at first, it started. Looking back, neither could tell you who made the first move, but it happened. First it started out just as snuggling up, her liking the feel of his powerful arms wrapped around her while he held her close. Next came some soft kissing, all innocent really, just a bit of what would be called 'teenage necking'. But one night it progressed beyond that. Before either of them knew what was happening she was on his lap, facing him, legs straddling his, their mouths devouring each other. Though inexperienced Sassy had a vivid imagination and wants and desires like any other woman.

From his end he knew where it was leading, understanding that she was grown with wants like any other woman; so how could he say 'no' to her? Since the time he had come to protect her he had given her what was in his power to give to make her happy and content. Why not this as well? It wasn't as though he had an aversion to it - quite the opposite, actually. To him, she was quite attractive and seductive, not for the reasons human men found her, no, but because of who she was and what she was like.

Wrapping his strong arms around her thin waist he held her to his chest, his mouth softly devouring hers, large hands softly stroking up and down her back. Shivering, she whimpered softly into his mouth, her arms draping around his muscular neck, chest pressed tightly to his, so close that she could feel the slow thudding of his heart. Shivering slightly, she tightened her legs around his, holding him as though he was going to try to leave.

Without a word he tightened his hold around her then stood, clutching her to his chest. Slowly he made his way up the stairs to her room and laid her on the bed. Then with a slow deliberateness he undressed himself before her eyes, letting her see for the first time, a naked male.

Sitting up, she leaned back against the headboard, eyes glued to him. Sure she had seen naked men on TV and such but never before one live. Although there was trepidation as she watched, longing and want over rode that, making her want and desire escalate.

Finally Mabon stood before her, naked, erect. Slowly he lay down beside her on the bed on his side, then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a lingering, deep kiss. Gently he took one of her hands in his and led it down to his throbbing member, guiding her to wrap her hand around it. Pulling away, he broke off the kiss and gazed at her, panting a bit.

Smiling he said, his voice a soft, husky growl, "Sassette, my pretty one, it is your choice but I ask of you to let me have you. To let me take you to the heights of pleasure and beyond."

Giving his cock a gentle squeeze she gazed up into his eyes and softly whispered, "Please."

Smiling, he stroked two fingers lightly down the side of her face then leaned forward and kissed her more passionately. Slowly, as the kiss deepened his hand wandered down and one by one unbuttoned her shirt, softly trailing his fingers over each bit of flesh as it was exposed. When it was fully undone, without removing his lips from hers he wriggled around and was able to get her shirt off, exposing her sensual curves for the first time to a man. No bra was there to hinder his view of the alabaster skin and softly swelling hills of her flawless breasts and pink nipples, erect. With the softest of touches he ran his fingertips over them, touching and feeling, her flesh flushing and prickling in the wake of his touch.

Moaning more, she clutched him tighter, shivering. Yes she was frightened a bit but more than that she was inflamed, wanting and needing him. Sure she knew the mechanics of sex and had read and heard on TV what it was supposed to feel like, but nothing prepared her for the sheer intensity of those feelings. It was as though every nerve in her body was stretched taut and quivering - not a bad feeling, but in fact very good, having an intensity the likes of which she had never known. As he touched and caressed her it seemed to be sending a rush of tingles down between her legs, making things wet and sensitive.

Gently he rolled Sassy onto her back and let his hand wander down to her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them while his mouth remained glued to hers. A little clumsily perhaps, he got them pushed down to her knees, her panties going with them. She kicked them off, sending them into a pile on the floor.

With a gentle touch his fingers slowly traced down her flat stomach to the springy, coarse hair below her pubic bone. Softly he ran just his fingertips through it, fluffing it out, feeling it against his fingertips. Slowly his finger trailed down until he felt the little, hard nub of her clit. Then he gently rubbed underneath it, upwards, feeling her stiffen against him, body quivering as if an electric shock pulsated through it.

With a loud gasp her hips arched off the bed, eyes rolling back in her head. Sure she had touched herself there before but it hadn't produced anything like his finger was. It was as though a fire burned internally and was setting her flesh alight from the inside. Clutching onto him tightly, she quivered all over, loud gasps and moans escaping her.

Feeling that small nub of nerves and skin pulse madly beneath his touch, he slid between her legs and got onto his knees. His finger still rubbing her clit, he took his cock in hand and slowly rubbed it up and down her now dripping slit, wetting the head of it. When he felt that tiny nub start to pulse madly, and she let out a shriek as her orgasm overtook her, he slid all the way into her in one smooth stroke, feeling her walls clutch it as they spasmed in the throws of her orgasm. His finger not leaving her pulsating flesh, he slowly started to slide himself in and out of her wet tunnel in a slow, steady rhythm.

Sassy was writhing around on the bed under him, her legs wrapped around his back, holding him tightly. Wrapping one hand around each bicep, she started to thrust her hips up, meeting his strokes. Opening her eyes she gazed up at him, watching his face while he slowly made love to her.

Gazing down into her eyes, he thrust a little faster, feeling himself building up to a powerful orgasm. Leaning down, he locked his lips onto hers while his thrusts grew faster and harder. Growling softly into her mouth he slid his other hand behind her back, never once missing a stroke on her clit. Then with a graceful movement he sat up, holding her to his chest. Slowly he turned around and leaned back against the headboard, thrusting up into her, finger rubbing her clit.

Clutching onto him with her legs, she moaned into his mouth, grinding her crotch down onto both his finger and cock. It seemed as if wave after wave of sensation was overtaking her body, clouding her mind, letting her think of nothing but what she was feeling.

Thrusting upwards harder, he felt the velvet lining of her tight pussy clutch his cock, holding it tightly. That familiar deep persistent throb in his balls had started, radiating outwards, letting him know that his own orgasm was oncoming and there was no stopping it. Sliding his hand around a bit he took her clit between two fingers and started softly rolling it between them, eliciting a gasp from her. Then that pulsating once again began. Almost roughly, he trust up into her madly until she broke off the kiss, threw her head back and yelled as her orgasm surged through her, pussy clamping down onto his cock. With a loud grunt his own washed over him, shooting stream after stream of his juices into her.

Afterwards she slept, curled up to his chest, arm draped over his side. Holding her close Mabon lay there, reflecting on what they had done and wondering about the future. Smiling, he thought that whatever it held it was sure to be enjoyable.