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 Lost Child, part 1 of 2
   by Nysidra
   Occult Fantasy (MMF, netherworld, wraiths, poly, prosexual)
   <->
   -_ Mentor _-
   Liana followed the well-trodden path through the wooded parkland of her
new home in Parrot Oaks.  At the bend in the path she turned west, further
into the woods.  To her surprise the trees and brush thinned and revealed
another, less used trail.  She skipped over to that one with a broad smile
and followed the path deeper into the unknown.
   The fervent bird song, the wind rustling in the trees, the chittering of
squirrels, and the coo of doves created a joyful song as she wandered
along. Walking was her favorite way to get out the house, a method that
didn't bring suspicion from her overprotective father.  Walking filled the
time between studying and chores to avoid the loneliness caused by a lack
of friends, social freedom, and security.
   Beyond the birds and the trees and the animals, another sound caught her
attention.  A male voice with a slight melodic tone to his words as if
reciting a poem.  Her pace slowed as she edged toward the sound.  Something
pungent and herbal burned, filling the air with dancing tendrils of blue
smoke.  He was seated in a circle of dry, ash-white branches.  As she drew
closer his words took on more of a haunting, yet beautiful, cadence.
   Liana knew enough about religion to recognize a ritual in progress.  Her
father paid tribute to Allora, the patron of family, fertility, and
protection.  She figured the protection was why her father praised the
Allora so dutifully.  She had never witnessed a ritual undertaking alone,
in the outdoors, and with such passion.
   The slim, muscled, bronze skinned man stretched his arms up and out in
the middle of the woods.  Jeweled bangles clattered and clinked as they
collected around his upper forearm.  The blue smoke appeared to rise
higher, funneling into the sky above.  Liana stared with wide eyes, barely
breathing.
   She eased to the ground, not tearing her eyes from the scene before her.
She sought to memorize every detail, recall every sound, remember each
movement.  His voice would change like the wind from whispering to bold,
booming to soothing.  Each of his stances appeared to have a purpose,
power, and intensity.
   He swayed and danced through a series of positions and poses.  Liana
imagined she could see the energy flowing from his circle, but it was just
the smoke, probably carried by a breeze.  When one of those tendrils
reached her, however, she didn't just imagine the energy.  A tangible,
invigorating buzz passed over her skin.
   She nearly bolted home, but his eyes opened and she froze.  Gorgeous,
dark lashed, storm gray eyes.  He gave her a small smile before closing
them.  Whatever that peculiar sensation had been, she would not fear it or
run away.  Her conclusion had less to do with logic and more to do with her
fascination with looking at him.
   His body was in fine shape and boldly decorated with jeweled anklets,
bracelets, and a large pendant around his neck.  He wore a pair of cotton
shorts that Liana struggled to keep her eyes away from.  She did not know
much about men, much less boys, so the snugly outlined cylindrical
appendage fascinated her even more than the foreign ritual.
   He picked up a blade and cut his finger.  Still reciting, he squeezed
drops of the blood onto the flame.  Blood?  Why would he do something like
that.  Didn't he know how unnecessary, backwards, and dangerous a blood
offering was?
   He didn't seem worried.  The man concluded his offering with a kiss to
his wound and a final whispered litany.  He removed each piece of jewelry
he wore, one piece at a time, handling each one as if it were made of paper
thin crystal.  He set the all jewels into a lined wooden box.  He pulled on
a pair of gray sweat pants and a white pullover shirt.
   The ritual appeared to be over, but she didn't get up.  She could barely
breathe.  Her muscles were so tightly wound by nerves that she dared not
move for fear of falling flat on her face.  When he finished gathering his
belonging he slung a woven pouch over his back and sat on the ground
opposite her and extended his hand in greeting.  "Xavier."
   Her trembling hand outstretched to accept his.  "Liana."
   Xavier leaned forward and pressed his firm, full lips to the back of her
hand for several seconds before released her.  "I am honored."
   She blushed.  Honored?  Maybe she resembled someone else he knew.  "Why
is that?"
   He drank from a bottle of water with a smile in his eyes.  "I know my
patron is pleased when he sends such a beautiful creature to look upon my
ceremony."
   His patron was male?  Sent?  Creature?
   Liana's nose wrinkled and she flushed with embarrassment.  "Whom do you
serve?"
   He smiled as if she were testing him.  "Zurio.  You are familiar with
him?"
   "No, sir." She shook her head.  "My father is a devotee of Allora.  I've
never heard of a male patron, and I don't remember the others, but I
thought they were feminine."
   His brows crumpled in confusion.  Now he would realize that he had
mistaken her identity.  "You have not been taught?"
   "I guess not.  I don't go to schools.  My father only allows tutors."
   "A profound shame." For the longest time he just looked at her, that
gentle smile in his face and a spark of curiosity in his eyes.  "Would you
accept one more tutor?  I will teach you.  It is not too late."
   Her shoulders and face fell and she shook her head with a slight frown.
"I can't.  My father won't allow me," her frown morphed into a scowl of
disgust.
   "But do you want to, Liana?"
   "Yes." She nodded.  "I really do."
   Xavier nodded and helped her stand.  "Listen to your heart.  See my
house, there?"
   She followed in the direction he indicated and saw only woods.  She kept
looking and made a short gasp as she make out the thick vines.  From there,
she caught a bit of darkness that looked like a window.  The house began to
take shape, it practically blended in with the surrounding foliage.
   "I see it!"
   "Good," he praised.  "Find me when you are ready.  I will teach you in
secret."
   ***
   Liana walked home in a daze.  She followed the trail back to the woods
and then found the trail that led her back to her neighborhood.  She pretty
much just let her body go on autopilot while her brain tried to adjust to
all the new information.
   The moment she entered the house her father's voice rang out.  "Liana?"
   "Yes.  It's me." She hurried through the house to her bedroom and jumped
into the shower.
   "Dinner will be ready in half an hour.  Good run?"
   "I mostly walked today." She turned her face into the spray.
   "No one bothered you while you were out?"
   "No, Dad.  No one spoke to me and I didn't see anyone." She rubbed the
shampoo into her scalp with increasing frustration.  Always the same
questions.  "I would tell you."
   A lie.  She used to tell him when she met new people.  She used to
report on her every interaction.  All that did was give him a means to
destroy any ability to make friends.  She would not make that mistake with
Xavier.  He would teach her the things her tutors forgot.
   Liana smiled at the irony.  Was Xavier the kind of person her father
feared?  Someone who knew things he would never let her explore?  Maybe he
should have thought about that prior to stripping her of her freedom.
   "Come on down when you're done."
   "Yes, sir.  I won't be long."
   ***
   Liana sought Xavier out the next day.  She'd spent the night and much of
the morning thinking about him, about what he promised.  She needed to know
more.  Why did he look at her and talk to her so strangely?
   The front of Xavier's house had several large flat stones surrounded by
a dark green short grass.  He sat on a woven blanket with a steaming pot of
tea at his side.  He took out a cup and poured some for her as she joined
him on the blanket.  He offered her a pillow to sit on.
   She stared at the dark liquid and recalled her father's warning.  Never
drink something given to her by a stranger - drink, eat, wear, accept. 
Never talk to a stranger, never accept favors, never enter another person's
house.
   She sipped the tea, directly disobeying.  Yes, this man might hurt her,
restrain her, drug her.  No one would know where to look for her.  She
brazenly disobeyed the advice of the man who cared her protection at the
sacrifice of her happiness.
   "Not all patrons are wraiths, not all wraiths are patrons, but often,
the two overlap.  A full wraith will often grant favors, bestow abilities,
and act on the behalf of a devotee.  Several of these spirits are tied
closely to the natural powers.  They can form springs, caves ...  turn a
field into a forest.  Others are twinned with the natural force of the mind
and body.  Wraiths especially excel in these natural powers."
   Liana closed her eyes and listened to the calm, soothing sound of his
voice as she drank the tea.  She couldn't understand much of what he said,
but she didn't want to interrupt him with questions.  The longer she
listened, though, she learned that he would come back and explain the very
things she didn't know about.
   "The spirits, of many names and origins, have proclivities as varied as
people.  Some are benevolent, giving, kind, but after a bad day that same
spirit can do something quite drastic.  For this reason, it's important to
know that you should always treat them with respect and deference.  It is a
good rule to apply to all spirits, even the human kind."
   Once they finished their tea she helped him work in his garden, pick
weeds, tend to the plants, pick some of the ripened peppers.  It was then
that he asked if she had questions.  Several of them.  She asked them as
fast as she could remember and think of knew ones and was surprised that he
was so forthcoming with his answers.  Liana didn't believe everything he
told her, but his stories were too rich to discount.
   "The netherworld is a place?  Like a country?"
   "Not exactly.  You cannot drive there in a vehicle, and not everyone is
allowed.  The netherworld is not separated by an ocean, but by an unseen
veil.  The veil can be crossed by creating a gate."
   "But the pookah, the ransies?"
   "They travel here and there often.  They can create and destroy gates
with ease."
   It was too far fetched, fantastical, but she never said so.  She liked
his stories.  She enjoyed his description of the netherworld, spirits,
imps, and the powers that existed in the world.  Liana was only allowed to
be friends with the people from her spiritual meetings.  Xavier was nothing
like these people.  Each day she spent in his company, she felt closer to
him than anyone she'd ever known.
   ***
   Today they lay out on the rocks in the sunshine.  He had just finished
explaining the structure of a rite to Zurio, all those phrases, the way he
sang the words.  It was meant to raise energy.
   "What do you do with that energy?"
   "If I need it, I spend it, but more often, I store it."
   "Store it?  Where?"
   "Energy can be stored in an item."
   "Your jewelry?"
   "Yes.  Each one of those items holds a portion of my energy.  If I need
it in an emergency, those items will provide me strength.  They are like
small batteries."
   Liana rolled onto her side and brushed her finger tips along his
shoulder.  The urge to touch him had gnawed at her since the last time they
met and she couldn't resist any longer.
   Xavier didn't jump, didn't look at her.  He remained calmly on his back,
his hands behind his head.  Her touch was soft, tentative, nervous, but as
he remained still she became emboldened.  She sat up and used both her
hands.
   His skin was warm from the sun and smooth.  He had little hairs on his
chest, a rusty brown.  His nipples were small and tight, but she didn't
dare touch them, no matter the urge.  She rounded them and caressed his
stomach.  That was no place for her hand either.  She moved them back up
his sides and caressed his face.  Rough stubble scraped over her palms. 
She smoothed the back of her hand over his jaw.
   He had closed his eyes, but she knew he wasn't sleep nor pretending to
be.  He sighed deeply when she circled his lips with her index finger,
arched as her hand revisited his chest.  She could feel the pound of his
chest, watched the vein in his throat as it throbbed.
   She leaned down and placed her lips to his throat, kissed her way to his
shoulder, one tiny kiss at a time.  She'd never kissed anyone before, not
like this or any other way.  She liked putting her lips to his skin, liked
touching him.  Her whole body felt excited, warmer than the sun.
   Liana had worked her way down his chest, practicing pressing her lips to
him, feeling and smelling him each time.  She put her ear to his heart and
blinked rapidly as she saw the tent in his shorts.  That was not there
before.  Her heart beat now outpaced his own.  Should she ask him about it?
Ignore it?
   "Mind the time," he whispered, but his chest rumbled in her ear.
   She shook her head, sat up, and looked for the sun.  It was just near
the tree line.  How had she lost over an hour merely touching him?  She
groaned and placed a hurried kiss to his cheek before running off.  She
sprint through the woods and only slowed to a jog when her legs couldn't
maintain the speed any longer.
   Liana entered the house and hurried to the shower.  She needed to get
clean, wash off the lotion, the woods, the smell of him.  She got herself
back to normal and had a settled, bored look on her face by the time her
father arrived home.  He found her in the kitchen, sitting to the counter,
pouring over her lessons, 'finishing up' the homework she stayed up late
doing yesterday.  Seeing Xavier had been oddly good for her progress.  She
ended up studying harder and working ahead so that she could pretend to
have been studying later.
   Anything less, and her father would start asking questions about what
was distracting her.
   ***
   Xavier had become her laser point of focus.  She had to do everything
perfect, mundane, irritable, to prove to her father that everything was
normal, that he had no reason to worry.  She found other people to meet
just so that she could answer his questions.
   "When I head east, there's this woman always on her porch.  I don't go
that way anymore." Liana added the proper amount of sullen disdain for the
decision.
   "Thank you.  I know it doesn't make sense to you, but I appreciate it."
   Liana went back to her reading while her father buzzed around the house.
She didn't expect to be able to go for a walk today, even if she did, it
had been too soon since her last visit to chance heading out into the
woods.
   "Yeah, where to?  No.  It's no problem.  I can be there in twenty
minutes."
   She could just barely make out the conversation, but pretended not to
notice as he headed for the door.
   "Can you handle dinner on your own?"
   "Yes."
   "I may not be back until after your bed time.  Lock up and check twice
before you go to bed."
   "Yes, sir."
   She locked everything but the back door and was jogging her way through
the woods the moment she heard him pull away.  It was a stupid thing to do,
dangerous, but she needed see him.
   Liana let herself into his house.  He never locked his doors.  And why?
You could almost walk by the house without seeing it anyway.
   She found Xavier naked in the central room, his hand around his penis,
moving in slow, smooth strokes.
   Now what?  Startle him?  Wait?  Run?
   "Xavier?" her soft voice trembled with embarrassment.
   His eyes fluttered open, heavy lidded and dark.  He smiled and her
stomach fluttered and vaginal muscles clenched.  She turned and hurried out
to the porch.  She stared out, watching the clouds as they drifted by and
changed shape.  Maybe she should just go back home?  The breeze was nice
though, a bit strong.  It helped to dry the sweat on her brow and neck, but
nothing was going to get that visual out of her head.  She'd never seen
that before, someone doing that.  Forget doing that, she'd never seen a
naked, erect man.  His face looked so intent.
   "I wasn't expecting you today."
   Liana turned to the door.  He'd dressed and had his usual carefree look.
Of course he wasn't embarrassed, nothing ever seemed to shake him.  "That's
my fault.  I didn't know.  I..." She had no idea what to say next.
   "I appreciate the surprise.  Hungry?  I can make you something to eat."
   "Sure," she whispered.  She followed him inside, rubbing her red,
stinging face, trying not to think of the soft way he touched himself, the
glisten of oil on his shaft, those large, heavy balls.  She failed. 
Curiosity, fear, and envy swirled through her.
   Didn't he know that masturbation was wrong?  The feelings it created was
immoral, unhealthy, damaging to the mind.  It fouled the soul.
   "Sexual energy is one of the natural springs contained in the body.  The
same as joy, pain, or sadness, all in different flavors and strengths."
He'd been through all this before, saying the body generates its own power
that can be stored and tapped into.
   "If it's the same as the others, why do that?"
   "It is a type of energy.  That's how they are the same, but the..." He
held up an onion and then showed her a cookie.  "These are the same.  They
are both sources of food.  Why would you eat a cookie when you could eat an
onion?"
   She stared at the cookie and frowned.  "Too many cookies are bad far
you."
   "Too many onions aren't much better." He handed her the cookie and
sliced the onion.
   "Sex rituals," she murmured over their meal.  Those were reviled,
illegal, led to terrible crimes.  Sex rituals and blood rites and ritual
murder and impersonations were all forbidden.
   "Close, but the ritual you are thinking of requires more than one
person. Alone, well, that's just the circulation of energy."
   "How is that different with another person?" Liana couldn't look at him.
She felt every bit the foolish fourteen year old for not already knowing.
It confused her, feeling so uncomfortable around him.
   "The energy is exchanged, grows stronger by bonding with another.  The
resulting compound can even be directed."
   "And your patron prefers this?" If these were things Zurio required,
then it wouldn't be any small wonder as to why she'd never heard of him.
   "You'll prefer it too when you experience it," he winked at her.
   Liana shuddered at the thought of telling her father that she wanted to
study a different religion.  He barely let her out for exercise.  She'd
probably end up locked in her room for the rest of her life.  "I'll stick
to the theoretical study."
   Xavier stood and cleared the table.  "This is about more than religious
practice.  This is your life, Liana, and theoretical living would not
please you.  Come over here." He hoisted her onto the counter and set her
hands out to her side.  "Breathe slowly.  Clear your mind." He breathed
with her, keeping still.
   She was nervous at first, but calmed as she fell into the rhythm of his
respiration.
   "I'm going to touch your arm." Both his hands eased down each of her
arms and then back up to her shoulders.  His hands rounded her back, eased
down her spine.  His lips brushed her cheek and Liana stiffened.
   She couldn't do this.  Someone ...  her father would find out and she'd
get in trouble.
   "You're nervous.  I'll stop." His hands came to rest over her hips.  "I
would never harm you," he added with a whisper.  "I cherish our friendship
too much for that."
   "No, um ...  just my arms."
   "As you wish." He didn't just touch her arms, his fingers brushed them
as light as a feather or firmly pressed on them.  Just her arms, but the
sensation was rich, potent.  No one touched her like this, if at all.
   No one, she realized with the weight of sadness.  Her father never
touched her unless necessary.  Sometimes she thought her father wasn't
afraid of the world, but her.
   "I need to get home." She blinked her eyes and pulled her hands into her
lap.
   "All right." He helped her down from the counter.  "Let me get my shoes
on.  It is not safe out here for you after dark.  I'll stay with you until
you leave the trail."
   She grinned at that.  After dark.  According to her father, no time of
day was safe, no place, no person.  Liana trudged on, silently thankful to
have him with her, but aware that he stood apart from her, no longer
touching her at all.
   "You really believe there are things out there in the dark?  Imps and
shades, wraiths and shifters, and stuff like that?"
   "Honestly, for the longest time, I didn't believe, not really.  Then one
day I discovered true proof of my faith.  So, yes, I believe in everything,
and I'm going to make sure you get home safe so that you don't have to find
out the hard way.  Go on.  I'll see you later."
   She ran home as soon as she cleared the woods.  She hurried inside and
got ready for bed in a whirlwind.  She was winded by the time she got under
her covers.  If she hadn't come to her senses.
   She turned over onto her back and calmed down.  She'd made it.  She was
home now, but if she hadn't been.  With a dopey grin, she let her thoughts
drift.
   She thought of him, felt the phantom pressure of his hands all over her.
She tried to imagine what would have happened if she didn't get nervous, if
she didn't restrict him to her arms.  Maybe he would have let one of those
strong hands slide her under her shirt.  All he wanted to do was touch her.
She had touched him and he didn't freak out.
   Liana grinned.  That wasn't why she freaked out.  The feelings that rose
in her belly disturbed her, shocked her.  What if he covered her in that
oil he used?  What if those firm hands rubbed it into her body?
   If she had to do it over again she would have changed her mind, leaned
forward and kissed him.  She imagined him looking down at her with those
sleepy eyes and whispering her name as if she were his patron.
   Oh, that was terrible.  Liana blushed and giggled into her pillow.
   "Liana!" Her father stormed into the house bellowing her name.
   "What?!  What's wrong?"
   He run into her room and panted heavily in the doorway.  "Sorry, hun,"
he wiped the sweat from his brow.  "I had the most disturbing warning.  I
thought you were in trouble.  Couldn't get home fast enough."
   "I'm fine."
   "Is there anything I should know about?  Did anyone come by?"
   "No.  I went to bed early."
   He paced around her room, checked under the bed, in her closet.  "Have
you met anyone since we've moved here?  Talked to any of the neighbors?"
   "No.  I told you everything already.  Nothing else.  When could anything
have happened?"
   "You go out during the day."
   "I don't slow down long enough to speak to anyone.  I try to stay away
from the houses."
   "Have you met anyone?"
   "No.  Dad, I'm trying to go to sleep." She wanted to scream, but she
kept her voice down, kept her body relaxed.  If she got upset he'd dig
deeper.  He might even move them again.
   Liana barely unpacked because she knew it could happen again any day. 
It didn't matter about Xavier.  She was home, in bed, away from him.  There
was nothing to worry about, nothing he needed to know.
   ***
   Liana was terrified.  Her father had run into the house, as if he knew
she left the house, what she wanted, what might have happened.
   She stayed away from Xavier for over two weeks.  She wouldn't even walk
near the west side of the development for fear that she might swerve toward
the woods.  Her caution paid off.  Her father followed her, checked up on
her a couple times.  Eventually got bored of following her, and she grew
weary of being alone.
   She entered the woods at a jog towards his house.  Her father's paranoia
was not her burden to carry.  She found Xavier lying back on his pillow
reading.  He set the book aside as she landed on the floor pillow beside
him.
   She smiled and accepted the glass of ice water he poured for her.
   "You took some time to think?"
   She nodded.
   "I'm glad that you did." He didn't pick up his book again.  He just
settled back down onto the pillow and stared at her.
   "What?"
   "I missed you, beautiful."
   She blushed and eased next to him.
   He put his arm around her, resting his hand on her hip and launched into
a story.  This time he didn't tell her about the netherworld, but the world
here, the place he called the 'land of the sun.' He told her about other
countries, empires, cultures.  These were things she'd read in her own
books, but there was something a little different to his tale.
   He was telling her about the other religions, their devotees, wraiths,
the wraith-touched, and the patrons that people served.
   ***
   She went back to see him the very next day, and the day after that. 
After spending so much time away, she couldn't spend any of her free time
alone.  Her father was working days now, it wouldn't be a problem.
   They had worked in the yard together, tending to the herbs.  The entire
time all she could think about was kissing him.  She obsessed about it more
than she had about touching him that first time.  The thought nagged at
her, drove her insane.  She wanted his hands on her again, everywhere.
   They were out on the grass lying on the pillows.  Liana crawled over to
him and straddled him.  He didn't look shocked or surprised, he just smiled
at her with that warm, easy grin.  His gray eyes like storm clouds, so
pretty.  She leaned forward and inhaled the rich scent of him.
   "Why do you live out here by yourself?"
   "I like it here, and I prefer to be near nature as opposed to the
community where people would cross the street to avoid me."
   "Why would people avoid you?"
   "Because I don't avoid the things other people do."
   She grinned, chewed her bottom lip, and sighed.  "Can I live here with
you?"
   "No.  Liana, and not because I don't think you are a fascinating
creature, not because I would not enjoy your presence.  Stay with your
guardian."
   Liana pouted.  "He doesn't let me do anything.  It's terrible.  I can't
breathe."
   "Listen to me.  If you value any portion of our relationship, you'll
listen very closely."
   "I'm listening."
   "I want you to obey to your guardian.  He is doing the best he can to
protect you.  You are so lucky you met me out here on your travels and not
another.  He doesn't know much and he missteps, but I see that he cares for
your well being.  Let him preserve your youth.  All right?  Promise me
that. Keep what I've taught you to yourself and finish serving your term."
   She frowned.  "I promise.  I will."
   "Good girl.  Now, I don't mean that you should believe him or become a
devotee of his patron.  You remember my lessons.  Keep them close.  Just
let him protect you, at least until you are over twenty.  It will be hard.
Some days you'll want to give up, but stay strong.  I am honored to have
spent this time in your presence."
   "You feel it too?" Her eyes watered and she looked around.  It felt like
the last time she'd ever see him.  That's why she needed to kiss him.
   "Here's what's important.  Keep yourself safe.  Let him keep you safe.
Don't share any of your charms - not a single one - until you find a man
that makes you feel like this." He pulled her down and kissed her.  He
pressed his lips to hers and then slipped his tongue along her lips until
her mouth opened.
   He cradled her head and held her while she returned his affection. 
She'd never felt so cherished, never known a fraction of this passion.  All
they did was kiss, but it felt profound to her inexperienced mind.  When
her lips were sore from kissing he just held her, rubbed his cheek
alongside hers.
   "Pay close attention," he murmured before kissing her again.  This time
it was different.  Her stomach fluttered and her whole body felt tingly all
over.  It was ...  she could barely catch her breath and then she moaned.
Her hips rocked against his.  She opened herself and rubbed his stiff
erection along her aching center.  Liana moaned as she pressed her body to
his.
   Don't ever let him stop.
   "Liana!"
   She sat up and turned toward her father's voice in the woods.  She
forgot all about Xavier and ran, trying to find him before he found her.
   Her father yelled at her the whole way home.  She didn't know if he saw
Xavier, but he never mentioned him, only that she'd traveled too far away
from the house, that this was a terrible place to go walking.  He fumed
about how he should have checked the neighborhood more closely.
   Liana cried while he described a place near a sanctuary they could move
to, cried while she packed her bags.  She cried herself to sleep for
several weeks, silent, lonely tears, but she never told her father why.
   Did he really never see the house?  Was he ignoring Xavier's presence?
Did he think she'd done something wrong?  Was he disgusted by her
existence? Why?
   She never asked her father what he did or didn't see.  Liana kept to her
promise and kept her time in the woods and the things she'd learned there
secret.
   -_ Kisses _Liana was tipsy, that was a sure thing, but the alcohol
wasn't to blame.  Memories of a past long ago had been haunting her dreams
and disturbing her waking life.  The dark and handsome stormy eyed man in
the woods, his lips on hers, his voice in her ears.  Things she'd thought
long forgotten had come back in a rush.  The only kiss she'd ever had was
the one in that foggy recollection.  The truth of that weighed heavy on
her.
   There were so many beautiful faces at this party, and her curiosity
burned bright.  The alcohol gave her that extra bit of courage to find what
she was missing.
   "May I kiss you?" Liana asked.
   A few people said no, most others asked why.  She just wanted to try it
out, spread some happiness, nothing more.  She worked her way through the
building, enjoying the results of her experiment.  She even kissed a guy
while his girlfriend looked on, and then, kissed the girlfriend.  These
people, this city, was as awesome as she heard.
   Liana beamed, thinking back on her encounters.  Unfortunately, she kept
drinking and tipsy turned to something more.  She climbed the stairs and
checked the upper floor for anyone she may have missed.  She swung around
the door frame into a dimly lit room.  It was empty save for a man sitting
on the couch alone, his head lowered.  She thought he was on the phone.
   "Sorry, I..." the apology trailed off.  He wasn't on the phone.  She
scanned the room again.  Why was he in here alone?  Headache?  Drunk? 
"Want a kiss?" She whispered with a lopsided grin.
   "Excuse me?" He had a lovely voice, melodic, rich.
   She entered the room and sat beside him on the couch.  He seemed upset,
sad, angry, but not exactly with her.  "I've never kissed before, well, not
in a way that counts, so, I am trying to kiss everyone, anyone that wants
to kiss me."
   He furrowed his brows and gave her a puzzled look, probably wondering
how drunk or high she was.  "How was it?"
   No one had asked her that.  "Fun.  Pretty cool.  It was just friendly,
you know, not sexual." She blushed, a sudden bashfulness silenced her.  If
he was having a bad night though, she could cheer him up.  "Can I at least
hug you?" Yes, at least that.
   He pocketed his phone.  "Are you feeling all right?"
   "Yeah, I'm not used to alcohol.  One drink too many, I think."
   "Come over here."
   She eased closer to him on the couch.
   He reached over and trailed his fingers down her shoulders, along her
arm, then he took hold of her hand.  He pulled her over until she was lying
down beside him on the couch.  "I would gladly kiss you, gorgeous."
   She blushed as he adjusted over her.  He smelled faintly of a musky
cologne.  She held herself still to avoid the impulse to curl into him, to
take a deeper breath and fully capture his scent.  It was the alcohol,
dampening her normal response, preventing a rational reaction, like running
out the room.
   He touched her cheek, brushed it with the tips of his fingers, and
Liana's stomach tightened.  She'd been pressing her lips to others all
night, maybe a little tongue, but she knew by his caress that it wasn't
about to be anything like that.  He moved closer, placed his body alongside
hers and brushed her face again, trailing a touch from her temple to her
neck.
   This was going to be different.
   Liana swallowed hard and clinched her thighs.  Her eyes fluttered closed
as he brushed her hair behind her ear.  She thought about how intensely
those bourbon red eyes were looking at her.  His lips brushed her cheek
then pressed against her skin once, twice.  Then he kissed her lips, sucked
her bottom lip and then snaked his tongue between her lips.
   She mewed, but scoffed her reaction.  Goodness, it was just a kiss.  He
was going to know she was a virgin if she keep up with that.  She really,
really liked how tenderly he played with her lips and tongue.  He tasted
wonderful, clean.  There wasn't the stale, acrid taste of cigarettes, no
trace of alcohol - beer, wine, nor liquor.
   Conversely, she regretted the clear taste of jello and vodka he was
probably finding on her tongue.  She made a hum in her throat as he took
the kiss deeper.  How long would he do this to her?  Forever, she hoped,
regardless of the slight fatigue of her jaw and the burning of her nether
regions.
   He pulled away and flicked the tip of his tongue along her bottom lip.
He didn't press forward in another kiss, just licked her lips and the lewd
suggestion set her loins to overheating.
   Oh, if only, would she ever ...  would he really?  Was he the type? 
Well, if he didn't consider kissing gross, perhaps he'd use that tongue
elsewhere.
   'Not until he makes you feel like this.'
   She heard the old words of advice and it was all the encouragement she
needed.  They lay there on the couch cuddling as if they'd just had sex
when she didn't even know his name.  The silence was so wonderful, his body
so comforting.  She didn't want to ruin the moment with a single word of
banal conversation.
   His hands roamed along her thighs and belly.  It wasn't a creeping
caress.  Those hands were sure, his intention made plain.  How much was he
going to explore?  Did he like what he felt?  His hand trailed lower, went
under the band of her skirt and panties.
   This was certainly her cue to wrestle out of his embrace, to stand up
and yell at him in outrage.  At least according to what she had been
taught. She had never been touched this way and it felt like a dream, not
awkward or painful.  She rocked her hips into his fingers.  His fingers
slipped into her panties, audibly circled her wet opening.
   He nudged her head up and kissed her again, his fingers stroked her in
time with the thrust of his tongue, but he hadn't tried to put his fingers
inside her yet.  Her moans were getting louder and her body rolled under
his.
   She was certainly asking for it.  No, she was begging, and this wasn't
the place.  It felt so good though, like her whole body was on fire.
   'Not until he makes you feel like this.'
   She couldn't have sex with an utter and complete stranger, not here. 
Her hands wrapped around his body.  His skin felt healthy, smooth.  He
wasn't thin.  He was soft, but she felt the rigid sensation of muscles
under that soft layer.  His kiss had turned hungry, imploring.  He must not
have minded the vodka spiked jello.
   Two of his fingers penetrated her, but the moment she tensed, he pulled
back.  He didn't say a word, just switched to one finger, circling her
inner lips and the area just under her clitoris until her legs opened.
   Liana forgot they were lying on a couch at a party with the door open.
For the moment all she focused on was his finger, coaxing his way deeper,
gradual, steady, considerate.  Her head rolled back against the couch. 
This was amazing and only getting better.  One finger slid along her
clitoris while the other dipped inside her.
   She grasped him tight around her shoulders as her body trembled.  She'd
lose her virginity to this stranger on this couch if that meant she could
reach this plateau, she was so close and only getting closer.
   "Please," her voice was strangled, desperate.
   "Relax," he whispered.  "Take your time."
   "I," she gasped, "I want." She turned her head toward the back of the
couch and chewed on her tongue.  She couldn't get there, not yet.
   He pulled his finger away.  Her cheeks turned scarlet as he licked his
fingers and hand.  "Can I take you somewhere you'd feel more comfortable?"
   "You almost did."
   He chuckled and kissed her again.  "You deserve some place more suitable
than a couch in a strange house.  I want to kiss you all over.  I want to
give you exactly what you need."
   Liana couldn't breathe for several seconds.  She flicked her tongue out
and caressed his lips.  She tasted herself on him, musky, sweet.  All over.
There was no misunderstanding his desire, and no denying her own.
   A bitter female laugh filled the room.  "Really, Blake?"
   Liana went still as her heart vaulted into overdrive.
   Blake looked to the woman standing there as he sat back.  Liana could
also see her now, and fear filled her in a flood.
   "Get the fuck out of here," the woman snapped.
   Get out?  How was she even going to stand?
   "Karen," Blake's anger was clear, as was the source of his sadness and
irritation.  "I have nothing else say to you." He looked down at her.  He
looked as if he wanted to tell her something, but Karen stepped into the
room.
   "Listen, bitch.  Get the fuck out of here or I'm going to tell your
daddy I caught you in here fucking a wraith-touched deviant.  I bet he
wouldn't like that much, would he?"
   Liana pushed herself up right.
   "Yeah, I thought so." Karen's derisive laugh echoed off the walls of the
room.
   Wraith touched?  It wasn't quite like accusing someone of having a
triple six birthmark, but a close cousin.  Liana looked back to him.  She'd
seen that expression before: hurt, angry.
   "Yes," she whispered.  "I'd like that.  I drive a copper red Mazda. 
Twenty minutes." She pulled herself upright and cringed at her lack of
grace.  Drunk on liquor and arousal made for terrible balance.  She tripped
on her way out the room and her panties felt as if she'd pissed them. 
Liana had barely made it into the hallway when Karen lit into him,
continuing an argument from before.  From the few words she caught, she was
furious he had the audacity to dismiss her.
   Well, he might be audacious, but Liana didn't have that luxury.  Her
father had been ill lately, but it didn't make him any less protective. 
Liana only wanted to stretch her wings a little, not upset her father more
than necessary.
   Was Karen his girlfriend?  Who'd want a girlfriend like that?
   Liana didn't bother with goodbyes, her exit from the party was quiet and
quick.  The words she spoke earlier sunk in as she made her way through the
labyrinth of cars in the yard.
   Yes?  She'd told him yes?
   But if he was wraith touched, exposed to vile spirits, a slut attached
to people associated with occultists.  Calling someone wraith-touched a
deviant was just redundant.
   The way he touched her though.  The memory of the man who had kissed her
when she was a girl, taught her things, things she'd promised to remember.
Her guts churned with certainty - this was that moment, that lesson.
   Liana pulled out her phone.  Fifteen minutes.  She could wait that long.
She ran a search on the term 'wraith touched.' Other than the school-yard
slut, it meant, or seemed to mean a person with great talent for working
with spirits, gifted, or even mad, depending on the usage.  She closed her
phone.
   Her father wouldn't care.  He'd be furious if he knew.
   She grinned, but he couldn't force her to leave.  Liana had a job, paid
the bills, and she took care of him.  She wasn't a child who could be
snatched up and moved place to place.
   She yelped and turned at the knock on her window.  A brunette guy waved
at her with a smile.  She rolled her window down.
   "Blake's friend?"
   She nodded.  She'd certainly been friendly.
   "The name is Trevor.  Blake's in the car with me," he pointed to the
black Lexus idling in front of her.  "Follow me."
   Where?  Why?
   'I'm going to go home.' She thought the words, understood that she had
been taught to speak them, but she nodded and cranked her car.
   He slipped a piece of paper through her window.  "That's his cell, in
case we get separated, but we shouldn't.  It's just a ten minute drive from
here to the beach."
   The beach?  No.  It wasn't far.  She wrapped her sweaty palms around the
steering wheel and followed the dark car out the parking lot.
   ***
   "She's fucking cute." Trevor turned onto the street.
   Blake nodded and watched the copper red sedan take the same turn.  He
was amazed she followed after Karen's tirade, amazed, but thankful.  She
was a cool, sweet breath of fresh air after the night he'd had, a rainbow
in the storm that had been his day.
   "Still fuming about Karen?" When Blake didn't answer, Trevor continued.
"She's full of hot air and you know it.  You bruised her ego, but she's not
stupid."
   Blake didn't answer that either.  He focused on the memory of Liana's
full lips, writhing body, her warmth, and that subverted layer of intrigue
he sensed.  She awakened passions in him he'd thought dead, released only
in fantasy.  She'd followed them though Karen attempted to scare her off.
   "She's more than a hot body.  Can't wait till you find out."
   "What?  Tell me?  What happened in there?"
   "I would not dare spoil the surprise."
   ***
   Liana parked in the boardwalk parking lot.  Her hands fidgeted in her
lap as she watched the two men get out.  What had she been thinking?
   Blake opened the door for her and helped her out.  "Trevor," he called.
   "Yeah."
   Blake smiled to her.  "Liana?  Right?"
   She nodded and wondered who he asked about her.  Hopefully it wasn't
that mean girl Karen.
   "Liana has been on a kissing spree this evening."
   She flushed and thought to lessen to the harsh sound of the word spree,
but he wasn't wrong.
   "Interesting." Trevor stood beside her.  "Up for one more?"
   "Um..." She glanced at Blake.  He wouldn't have brought it up otherwise,
right?  "Yes," she shyly admitted, compounding the weirdness of her
evening.
   "Here." Blake leaned against her car and wrapped his arms around her
waist from behind.  Trevor stepped in front of her and cupped her face with
his hands.  For a moment, Trevor just looked at her, then he leaned in for
the kiss.
   Hot damn.  Their idea of a friendly kiss was so intimate.  Liana arched
up to Trevor and angled, quite snugly, into Blake.  They kept her trapped
between their bodies.  Trevor's kiss was intense, demanding.  She could
think of nothing but giving.  She attempted to match his passion.
   Never mind them thinking of her as a virgin.  She acted as if she were
experienced.  Forgotten were all her father's lectures about safety, good
judgement, or being a chaste lady.
   Blake held her, Trevor pressed into her, but not in a lewd manner. 
Trevor and Blake appeared to be talking to each other, through their facial
expressions.  Arguing about who saw her first?
   If they were malicious, truly wished to do her harm, there was no need
for the pretense or the public parking lot, right?
   "Thank you," she took a deep breath and tried to keep her mind free from
thoughts of how wet she'd become again.
   "Thanks?" Trevor set to tickling her.  She wriggled and squealed as
Blake kept her from running away.  "Thanks?  That's all she has to say?"
   "Sorry!" She gasped between peals of laughter.  "That was amazing.  I'm
so spoiled.  You've ruined me." Their shared assault on her stopped and she
took the moment to catch her breath.  Ruined her?
   She never recalled feeling like this.  Between them she felt buoyant,
joyful, adored.
   "Lighthouse Grill?" Trevor looked to Blake then Liana.
   She'd never been there, but she was sure they had a dress code.  "Sounds
fine."
   "Excellent." Trevor headed off in that direction.
   She walked with Blake and fussed with her dress.  The night breeze
helped to cool her off.  What did they want from her?  Why were they taking
her to dinner?  Did Blake care that Karen called him wraith touched?
   Liana kept her mouth shut.  She wouldn't say a word to ruin this night.
She would go with the flow and enjoy the moment.
   Trevor had requested a balcony table for the three of them.
   She opened the menu, browsed it, wondering what she'd have, what she
could have, what she could afford.
   "Do you drink beer or wine?" Blake asked.
   Liana worried her bottom lip.  She hadn't had enough of either to form
much of an opinion.  "Tonight was my first time drinking alcohol."
   "How old are you?" Trevor asked.
   "Twenty five." She stared at the table cloth.  "I know I've been
sheltered.  My father was ...  he thinks the world is out to hurt me.  So,
yeah, I know.  Please don't laugh."
   "Wouldn't dare," said Trevor.
   Blake ordered a bottle of something by name and two appetizers.
   She set her menu aside, at least that weight was off her shoulders, and
she'd already gotten her weirdness out in the open.  "So, there's that."
   "Well," Trevor smiled and hugged her briefly, "you'll have fun with us."
   The conversation paused while the server filled three glasses with a
white wine.
   She nursed the wine and thought back on what Trevor said.  "How do you
know each other?" She needed to at least get past first names.
   That broke the conversational ice.  Blake and Trevor were friends and
roommates.  They met in high school, attended college together, but worked
in different fields.  They had a house on the beach.
   Liana hated thinking it, since they said they were room mates, friends -
neither lovers or partners, but no.  Karen had acted like Blake's
girlfriend.  Of course they weren't together.  They shared a house, not a
bedroom.
   The food arrived and she found that she really liked these two, not just
their good looks, their electric charisma, or their eccentric humor.  As
people they were cool, laid back, and they didn't pick on her for being
painfully naive.
   "I never have this much fun when Eric takes me out," she mused just
before popping a ball of fried mozzarella in her mouth.
   "Eric?" Blake asked.
   Liana nodded.  Under the glaze of wine she remembered that she had not
said a word about him yet.  "He lives down the street from me.  He's okay,"
she sighed.  "My father likes him.  Practically set me up with him after we
moved here." She shrugged as if that answered everything.
   "Eric is your boyfriend?" Trevor asked.
   Liana frowned at the thought, causing them both to chuckle.  "He's the
guy who takes me out.  I guess that's dating.  I never thought about it
like that."
   "Have you had sex with him?"
   Liana paused before answering Trevor's question.  He asked casually
enough.  She couldn't lie.  Blake already knew the answer.
   "No.  I ...  uh ...  never.  I'm not." She cleared her throat and took
another sip of wine.  "Sometimes I think he might want to." She shook her
head.  "It's not that big a deal, right?  That's not why.  I don't know
what it's like, but I ...  I sorta ...  I ...  no."
   She put more food in her mouth and stopped talking.  If she mentioned
her promise then she'd have to say who she promised and why.  Liana would
not go down that road.  She looked up from her plate and tried to decipher
their look.  Disbelief?  Confusion?  Amusement?
   Blake paid the bill and Trevor helped her to her feet.  She was already
back to Tipsy Town.
   "I'll take her," Blake announced as Trevor handed her off.
   "Take me?"
   Blake grinned.  "Yes.  I'm going to drive you to the house.  We live on
the beach."
   "Oh," she sighed.  She wasn't quite right for driving and they'd let her
have the last bit of the wine.  She dug into her purse and handed Blake her
keys.
   Their house?  Was that a good idea?
   The drive to the house was a short one.  Good idea or not, it was a damn
fine house.  She would pool her money with a roommate for this kind of
living, but that wasn't saying much.  She worked in a dead end job just to
keep the insurance that paid for her father's medical bills.  She checked
her phone: two missed calls.
   She texted her father to let her know that she was out for the night. 
The responded to Angela's invitation for movies and snacks.
Liana: "Thanks, but I'm at the beach."
Angela: "Boo.  I would have joined you."
Liana: "Next time."
She followed Blake into the living room while she texted on her phone.
Trevor handed her a bottle of water.
   "Thanks."
   "Finish all of that.  Bathroom is right there if you need it."
   "Okay," she curled on the couch and clutched her water bottle.  What
exactly was she doing here and when did she plan to leave and who was she
here with?  Liana finished the water and decided on the bathroom.  After
wiping away the second pool of liquid from herself and splashing some cold
water on her face, she felt even more nervous.
   She needed to go home.  She could drive now.  There was no reason to
stay.
   Liana stepped out and saw them waiting.  Her eyes went wide in question.
   Trevor smiled and looked her over.  "We'd like for you to stay over
tonight."
   "Neither one of us expect to sleep with you, if that's a concern."
   "Think of it as a slumber party with guys."
   Liana bit her lip.  "There's a reason why that never actually happens."
She didn't want to drive home, not really.  She had enjoyed her evening so
far and they'd been very kind to her.  Her nod was slight, but that was all
the pair needed.
   They coaxed her into taking a shower and Liana was grateful for the time
to sober and clean up.  By the time she was finished, the living room had
been transformed, almost like the slumber party they promised or an orgy
waiting to happen.
   She dressed in a surf-shop tee that belonged to Trevor and a pair of gym
shorts of Blake's.
   Blake left to get his shower while Trevor finished creating their floor
bed.
   "Who is Karen?" Liana asked.
   "She used to be our friend, Blake's girlfriend, but now she's just an
irritating bitch.  She's the kind of girl that hates to be denied.  He told
her he wanted to stop seeing her and she hasn't taken the news well."
   "Is Blake really wraith touched?"
   Trevor gave her a strange look, then nodded.  "He is."
   "The kind that means talented?"
   Trevor shrugged.  "Yes, but he's actually wraith touched."
   "Oh.  Thank you for being honest with me."
   "Have you ever," Trevor tilted his head and peered at her, "met anyone
wraith touched?"
   She shook her head.  "I've heard of it.  I mean, I've heard about
wraiths and stuff, stories, you know?  But me?  I don't get the chance to
meet many people.  I've led a pretty sheltered life."
   "Knowing the truth," he whispered, "do you still want to stay?"
   Liana smiled.  "Yes."
   "Kay, I'll see you in a few." Trevor exited the living room behind her
while Blake entered through the hallway in front of her.  "You can start
without me."
   Blake got down on the floor in his drawstring sweat pants and Liana felt
a surge of renewed infatuation.  She'd kissed him earlier that evening,
felt his hands between her legs.  How was she supposed to act now?
   He picked up the controller and browsed the movie list on the flat
screen.  "If you see anything you like, just tell me."
   She eased off the couch and leaned back against the pillows on the
floor. The moment she was comfortable, her eyes closed.  They opened again
when Trevor got under the covers beside her.
   The television was off, the lights in the house were dim, and ambient
music played through the speakers.
   "I fell asleep?"
   "You were tired," Blake stopped her from sitting up.  "Sleep."
   "See you in the morning." Trevor placed a chaste kiss on her cheek.
   Liana turned over and did the same to Blake.  She'd been the first to
fall asleep, but this time she was still awake when their breathing turned
deep and heavy.  Goodness yes, there was a reason sleepovers like this
never worked.  Here she was, in bed with two handsome men on either side of
her.  Liana grinned in the dark like a kid with a room full of presents.
   No one would ever believe her.  Trevor's leg touched hers; Blake's arm
was around her.  She didn't think she'd ever be able to get back to sleep.
   ***
   She woke just after sunrise and walked to the bathroom.  She used the
toiletries they set aside for her and returned to the palette.  Trevor had
risen in her absence.  She settled down under the covers.  When Trevor
returned he woke Blake who then left.  Before Liana could question why,
Trevor wrapped his arms around her and cuddled with her.
   "Sleep well?"
   "Yes.  It was actually really comfortable."
   "Don't leave, please." Trevor whispered, his voice deep and husky.
   How long did he want her to stay?  And what did Blake think?
   Blake reentered the room, his morning stiffness standing in testament to
his opinion.  Liana looked over to the glass serpent on the shelf as he
settled down beside her.  Of course they wanted her to stay, but they were
not alone in that desire.  That feeling, the glow and tingle she experience
when she kissed them had to be explored.
   Blake pointed to her shirt.  "That looks uncomfortable."
   She blushed.  The large shirt had become a little damp while she slept
between them.  "Mind if I take it off?"
   "Not one bit."
   With a giggle she lifted the shirt off and Trevor tossed it onto the
couch.  Her breasts were just shy of small, so wasn't too self-conscious
about being shirtless along with them.  They weren't the spectacular,
billboard-style breasts that made men lose their minds.  She laid back down
on her back, between them.  She tried to hide her nervousness by forcing
herself to breathe slower.
   "You're very beautiful," Trevor leaned over and kissed each of her
breasts.
   She nearly giggled again, but stifled the urge.
   "What's that for?" Blake asked.
   "I ...  shouldn't laugh," she explained.
   "Really?  Who told you that?" Trevor kissed her on her belly.
   She wiggled and looked back and forth between them.  "This is serious."
   "No," Blake softly countered.  "This isn't.  You don't know that though.
You should let us teach you."
   "Both of you?"
   "I can leave," Trevor offered.
   "No.  I mean ...  I'm really confused."
   "Fold your arms under your head and put your legs together, straight
out." Trevor watched until she did as he asked.  He pulled the covers back
and Liana felt light headed as he straddled her thighs.  Her legs were
closed though.  Wasn't that the opposite of how men wanted a half naked
woman?
   Trevor leaned down and kissed her.  He started slow but worked up to the
rough, passionate kiss he'd given her last night.  It was so overwhelming
that she forgot about her nerves for the moment.  She moaned into his kiss
and shuddered as a hand circled one of her nipples, then the other.
   Trevor pulled back and smiled at her.  "Feel good?"
   "Yes," she chuckled openly as their fingers fluttered over the small of
her belly.
   "Keep those arms up," Trevor kissed her brow, her nose, her lips, then
worked on her left breast while Blake stayed on her right.
   "That feels..." She couldn't find one word to describe it.  Decadent. 
Indulgent.  Hedonistic.  Sinful.
   It wasn't just the simple movement of lips and tongue.  It was the
entire situation that had her moaning and squirming and giggling under
them. Two very handsome, very attentive men desired her, their hands
caressed her body near constantly.  It was like being worshipped, adored.
She'd only felt like that once in her life.  Once, a very long time ago. 
Liana felt tears streaming down her face, burning her skin with their heat.
   Trevor brushed her forehead with his hand.  "What's the matter, Liana?
Are you okay?"
   "Yeah, um, good tears.  Don't stop.  I haven't felt this good before."
   Blake lifted a brow at her.
   She blushed.  "Yes, I mean it that way.  Please?"
   "Tell him what you want," Trevor whispered as he stretched out beside
her.  "Beg him.  It won't take much."
   "Blake," Liana moaned as Trevor nibbled on her ear.
   "Yes?"
   "Please." She giggled as Trevor's caress tickled her lower belly. 
"Would you pick up where we left off last night?  That, or anything you
want to do to me.  Please."
   Blake tugged her shorts off and brought her knees up and open.  The look
in his eyes was one of pure lust.  She didn't see if Blake had undressed as
well because Trevor began kissing her again.  She squealed and gasped,
breaking the kiss.  She had never, ever imagined a tongue there could feel
so damned divine.
   "Concentrate on what's he's doing to you.  Really feel it," Trevor
purred.
   She couldn't imagine what movement of his tongue caused such a divine
sensation and with the combination of their hands, she was helpless.
   "I think ...  I think I'm about to..."
   "Don't think about it.  Just feel it."
   Liana's whole body trembled.  She could barely catch her breath and then
a cool sensation flushed through her body.  Every muscle in her body seized
and shuddered.  Her skin went fire hot then flashed ice cold.  She cried
out, screamed and groaned and even once it was over, the after shocks, like
miniature spasms, rocked her.
   Blake was still between her legs, his cheek resting on her thigh, his
hands caressing her outer lips.  She kept her eyes closed.  She'd gone
completely limp.  Blake stood and she heard him somewhere in the kitchen,
but she felt too weak to even open her eyes.
   Her stomach fluttered as Trevor kissed her open thighs.  Her legs were
spread and body still wanting.  It was as if the orgasm set off a humming
wave inside her.  Trevor's tongue was far gentler on her pussy than it had
been on her mouth.
   She smelled herself on Blake as he kissed her.  His tongue was cool from
ice water as it dipped inside her mouth.
   Why were they doing this to her?  Did they do this all the time?  If she
was being used, why were they paying her so much attention?  Liana's hips
rolled under Trevor's thrusting fingers.  He was teasing her with feather
light touches of his tongue.
   Liana sucked on Blake's tongue slightly, wondering if she return the
favor.  Blake combed his fingers in her hair and moaned before pulling
back.
   "Teach me how to ...  please?" She felt ashamed to have to ask.
   "You don't have to if you don't want to."
   "I want to.  I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel." Liana
moaned low in her throat.  "How do people not lay in bed all day if sex
feels this good?"
   They both chuckled.
   Blake kissed her forehead.  "You have no idea how honored I am to bring
you such pleasure.  Thank you."
   Liana laughed but it ended with a moan.  "I'd do anything for you,
either of you."
   "Did you hear that?" Blake spoke up.  "She said she'd do anything for
us."
   "I would," she insisted with a gasp as Trevor's tongue dove into her.
   "You are so precious." Blake ran his finger over her lips.  "Enjoy
yourself, Liana.  Take in every second of pleasure we give you."
   "How could I not," Liana whined as she approached another climax.
   Blake grabbed her arms and she gladly wrapped them around him as her
second climax, much stronger than the first, drained her.  Blake lifted her
and carried her from the room, but she open her eyes to see where. 
Occasional tremors rocked her body as he placed her onto a bed.  He
stretched himself out over her and lifted her thighs with his hands.  "Are
you comfortable?"
   "Uh huh," she nodded weakly.
   He pressed into her pussy, slow, steady, gentle.  She felt the shudder
of his breath on her neck and she smiled.  It barely hurt when he stretched
her to accommodate him, went where no man had been before him.
   "I understand now," Liana said.
   "What's that?"
   "Why you looked at me weird when I said it was no big deal."
   He chuckled and covered her in kisses.  "He wouldn't have been worthy.
This is a very big deal.  You feel," he moaned and quickened the pace, "so
good.  This," he paused to groan again, "is exactly what you deserve." When
Blake came inside her, Liana felt a rush in her brain.
   She wasn't sure if it was a rush of pride or the thrill of
accomplishment.  Watching him, listening to him in a state of clear
euphoria made her feel every bit as beautiful as he claimed.
   He eased down beside her, lay half on, half off her.  "Thank you," he
mumbled into her shoulder.
   In the midst of her contentment, her lazy joy, this waning bliss, she
thought: will they be done with me now?  She knew about flings and one
night stands, but none of those things sounded anything like this.  Their
stories never included more than one person.  She wanted more, much more,
but what if they didn't?
   "I'm going to make a breakfast run.  Need anything?" Blake asked.
   For her, when he returned.  "No."
   Blake made a soft moaning sound as he nuzzled her neck.  "Do you want me
to tell Trevor to go easy on you?"
   Liana blinked rapidly.  The question had struck her dumb.  "No," she
whispered, insanely curious.
   Blake laughed and rolled out of bed.  "I'm glad.  His bedroom is down
the hall, cross the living room, last door on the right.  Walk there then
wait at the foot of his bed." Blake wore a grin as he told her all this.
   "You're okay with all this?"
   "I should be asking you that."
   Liana blushed.  "I should ask myself that too, but I like this new found
insanity.  I like both of you.  I don't mind--" being used, she thought,
but she didn't speak the words.  It wasn't entirely one sided.  She wanted
to learn from them, wanted to soak up this feeling she'd been waiting her
whole life to feel.  The buzz running through her body had calmed, but it
wasn't over.
   "I'm afraid any moment I'll wake up and realize I was dreaming." His
words carried that dark undercurrent of sadness, heart break.
   Liana hopped up and hugged him, a long hug, trying to communicate how
honestly she appreciated meeting him.  Then she stepped back, swept her
hair back, and walked out.
   ***
   Trevor sat to the kitchen counter with his cup of coffee.  Liana was
such an adorable woman: sexy, innocent, and open.  A complete contradiction
of what he expected.  He was usually turned off by his own kind.  Each
wraith female was just another shade of arrogant, self-centered, and
narcissistic.
   He hadn't decided whether he was angry or thankful to the person that
had kept her sheltered for so long.  Twenty-anything was too late in life
to undergo an awakening.
   Liana walked from one hallway to the next, shorts slung low on her wide
hips.
   He did know great fortune when faced with it, and she was nothing short
of a miracle.  He found her sitting on her heels on the floor in front of
his bed.  Trevor paused in the doorway of his bedroom and watched her flush
as she stared down into her fidgeting hands.
   What.  A.  Sight.
   Blake, he thought with a grin.
   Prior to Blake's relationship with Karen and on the heel's of Trevor's
bad date, they had been sitting around, knocking back beers, and talking
about women.  They went over what they hated then to what they liked until
they ventured into the realm of fantasy.
   The wishes and wants turned into an exercise in hilarity.
   "Imagine this," said Blake, "a wraith born female kneeling at your feet,
awaiting your instruction, focused on bringing you pleasure."
   Trevor had laughed until his stomach hurt.  "Fuck that.  If there's a
wraith on her knees it'll be because she's about to castrate me with her
teeth."
   "Seriously though.  Think about it."
   "Forget the wraith part.  I'd love to have a woman like that."
   "If I find one, sure thing."
   "Ditto.  A woman half that awesome is too cool not to share."
   It was a cruel and depressing joke at the time.  Trevor dropped to one
knee beside her and took her hands, flattened them on her thighs.  He
traced a line up her spine and pushed her shoulders back, lifted her chin.
He grabbed a small pillow from his bench and helped her sit on it.
   "There you go." He grinned as she realigned herself.  He left and
returned with a glass of water and waited as she drank it all.  He set the
empty glass aside and just watched her.
   Down the hall, keys jingled and the front door opened and closed.  It
was going to suck when she was done playing with them, when she came to her
senses, returned home and moved on from them.  In the meantime, she was
theirs.
   In the time he had, Trevor would use the time he had to show her the
beauty of becoming a wanton sexual creature, as any true wraith born should
be.  Goodness, if she'd truly been a virgin then Trevor and Blake were
going to be in for one hell of a ride.
   Liana looked up at him, her eyelids lowered and betrayed her lust and
hopefulness.
   He picked up her right hand and placed the first two fingers in his
mouth.  She gasped as his tongue caressed her.  He put two of his fingers
to her lips.  She flicked her tongue along the tips of his finger, just as
he had.  He smiled and they continued with their mirror game.
   When he sent the smallest amount of energy, he was shocked to feel it
returned through his hand.  He didn't make a big deal out of it, just kept
running his tongue over her hand.  Hope filled his soul, though she was
ignorant of her lineage, she was not stunted or powerless.
   Sometimes she had to stop and watch him to pick up on what he was doing.
Instead of pushing energy he pulled, and he made it more than a small
amount.  Her tongue undulated as if she was going to swallow him while she
pulled back on his energy.  Trevor moaned in surprise.
   She blushed and nuzzled his hand.  "When I was fourteen." She shook her
head.
   "No." Trevor set their hands down and lifted her chin.  "I want to hear
this.  What happened?"
   "I met this guy." She smiled.  "He was kinda weird, but he taught me
about other religions.  He would play these games with me, teach me things,
tell me weird stories.  He explained about storing and raising energy. 
Sometimes we'd play this game where we'd try to catch and throw our energy,
like a toy.  I wasn't sure how many of his lessons were real or just games,
but I enjoyed knowing him.  One day my father caught me - I wasn't supposed
to talk to other people - and we moved away.  We were always moving." She
sighed heavily.
   "Did he touch you?"
   She nodded.  "He kissed me, held me." She smiled and her eyes glistened.
"I can't explain how, but it felt different, stronger.  He made me promise
to listen to my father, but not to let anyone have my," she smiled, "he
called them my charms, until I felt the way I did when he kissed me.  That
was the reason behind the kissing spree.  I wanted to see if I was just
dreaming or making things up or if I'd ever really felt those things.  It
happened so long ago that I sometimes wonder if I made it up."
   "Energy transference is one thing, the way Blake made you feel is
another."
   Her eyes opened wide and her lips parted.  "Yes, but you too."
   "Oh?"
   She nodded.  "I feel it with you, plus the energy transference, but
different - not even the way I imagined or remembered.  Blake is the way I
remembered it, you're ...  stronger.  I don't know if that makes any
sense."
   "It does, and it will to you too." Trevor leaned forward and kissed her.
"I have got to feel your lips around my cock."
   Liana smiled and parted her lips.  Her smile turned into a laugh as he
hopped to his feet and quickly removed his pants.  She wanted to hear him
moan again, especially like that.  She lifted her hands to cup his erection
and licked the head, wet with his own arousal.  He was so much thicker than
a couple fingers.
   She tried all the things he'd taught her with his tongue, and something
more, the way they always touched her when they kissed her, held her.  She
wanted to do that too: energy transference.  She brought her energy into
her fingertips and her mouth.  Liana rolled her tongue and took him deeper,
pulled on him.
   "Yes, yes baby.  Fuck." Trevor groaned in a low, rapturous tone.
   She eased her hands up the side and back of his thighs, grabbed his ass
and used the leverage to push him a little deeper, almost too deep.  It was
worth it though.
   Trevor mumbled something indistinguishable among the litany of curse
words and praises and moans.  She brought her hands forward and put one
around the base of his dick and cupped his balls with the other.
   She wasn't sure how to proceed, but she knew they were sensitive, so she
brushed her hands over them, moved back and forth in time with the movement
of her mouth.  His dick swelled and Liana knew he was about to climax.  He
cried out and his hips jerked, he emptied himself in her mouth and she
swallowed him down.
   He dropped down to his knees and crushed her with a kiss.  The kiss
lingered and Liana wondered why Blake said anything about him taking it
easy on her.
   After another glass of water and a bathroom break, Liana crawled into
bed with Trevor.  He placed her on her stomach, quietly positioned her arms
on either side of her head.  He swept her hair aside and massaged her back,
lightly kneading her muscles.  He worked his way down to her ass and
thighs. Liana's whole body felt relaxed when he lay over her and entered
her.
   She'd been right.  He was much thicker.  She moaned when he eventually
seated himself fully inside her.  "Are you ready for me, goddess?"
   She chuckled and whimpered yes, rolling her hips back against him.
   "I dreamt about you last night and I'm happy to say," he eased out of
her and back in with a gentle sensuality, "the reality of you has surpassed
any dream I could have."
   She wanted to tell him it was okay.  It was a thought that just wouldn't
quit.  Tell him it's okay.  "Trevor?"
   "Yes?"
   "Do it," she whispered the plea.  "It's okay.  I won't break."
   He groaned and picked up the pace.  Full as she was, it didn't take much
to drive her insane.  she wasn't trying to be noisy, but the energy had to
go somewhere.  She screamed: short, shrill screams into his mattress while
he rammed that thick weapon deep inside her.  Her body bowed and stretched
and shuddered through each orgasm.  He was relentless, powerful,
overwhelming.
   Trevor purred as his hips slammed into her.  "You feel so fucking good
when you come on my cock." He huffed then pulled out.  Liana watched him
grab a small blanket and lay it on the floor.  "Down here.  Hands and
knees."
   She got up and swayed slightly.
   "Take your time, sexy." He held his hand out to help her down and into
position.  He was still hard.  Trevor brushed his hand back over her hair
and down her sweaty back.
   Liana felt a bit like a pet and turned to nuzzle Trevor's chest, with
her head down, she noticed his dick jump and lengthen.  He turned her and
reentered her.  Liana marveled at how easily he slipped inside, how sloppy
she sounded.  She had never, ever been so continuously wet, never so horny.
She'd just had an orgasm and she hoped he'd make her come again.
   Liana froze.  Trevor hadn't been moving at all.  She'd gotten so wrapped
up in her own day dreaming that she'd been pushing back on him.
   "No.  Do not stop," Trevor whispered.  "Show me how much you want me. 
You're so gorgeous."
   Liana closed her eyes and pushed back onto him, rounded her hips and
pulled off.  She tried pulling herself nearly off and pushed back hard and
sudden.  She shuddered and moaned.  That.  Felt.  Good.
   "Wow," she breathed.  She pulled away and slammed back on him again. 
Trevor kept whispering his illicit, dirty encouragements while she rocked
her body against his.  He grabbed her hips after she slammed down on him
and held her still, then he slid out, slow and teasing.  When he slammed
back inside her, Liana breath left her in a rush.
   "Yes, yes, yes," Liana squealed.  "Please."
   "I know, baby.  I can feel that throbbing wet pussy begging for it.  I
can feel all that energy pulsing through you.  You feel so good.  Don't
hold back, Liana.  Let go and take what I give you."
   "I won't hold back anything from you.  Please, give it to me.  Please,
Trevor, please."
   If anyone had told Liana that the morning she'd had sex for the first
time, she'd be begging to be roughly battered in her pussy, she would have
been appalled and horrified.  Feeling him slam inside her, the intensity,
the way each stroke made her brain and toes tingle.  She just sort of
melted and let Trevor yank her back onto his hips.
   "That's it.  Let go." Trevor purred.  "Fuck baby.  Take this cock."
   She let got of her sanity along with the orgasm that ripped through her.
Her voice was going to be sore tomorrow.  Trevor swelled and climaxed
inside her a few strokes after.  Her limbs felt weak and she was suddenly
bone cold.  All that energy she'd felt left in a vacuum.  Why was the
blanket under them wet?
   "Bed." She easily followed Trevor's soft spoken request.
   She crawled onto the bed and watched him roll the blanket up.  Her eyes
opened when he toweled her up and lay on the bed with her.  "Did you expect
that to happen?"
   "I wanted it to," he held her tight and kissed her on the shoulder. 
"You all right?"
   "I feel drugged, floaty."
   "Good drugs?"
   "The best."
   He chuckled.  "Let's go be floaty in the bath."
   She giggled.  "All right."
   ***
   Blake carried the bags into the house and set the food out.  His heart
leapt at the sound of Liana's laugh as she came down the hall.  She
appeared dressed in a black satin robe with a bright blue dragon
embroidered on the back.  It was an old robe, bought by him when he was in
college.  Blake had forgotten he had even owned it.  He smiled at Trevor.
   "Welcome back," Liana put her arms around him and kissed him.
   "Did you have fun?"
   "Yes," she answered with a blush.
   "Don't worry.  I was easy on her."
   Liana's eyes widened and Blake squeezed her ass and chuckled.
   They ate on the porch over looking the Bay.  Liana sat between them in
the robe, but felt naked under their touch, their gaze, and especially
considering the conversation.  They were winding her up with their back and
forth conversation about her.
   "I can't believe how wet she gets," said Blake.
   "Can't fake that, or the way her pussy sucks you in."
   Blake laughed, "Or pushes you out."
   Liana focused on eating, chewing, watching the waves.  She listened to
them discuss the sound of her moan, the feel of her lips, the way they
could tell when she was about to climax.  Their conversation aroused her to
the point of distraction.
   Her phone buzzed.
   Liana ripped free from her lust filled daze and pulled her phone over.
   Angela: "You need to get home.  Your father is worried.  Did you have
your phone off or something?"
Liana groaned and typed back.  "Yes, because I didn't want to be
disturbed.  He's worried or he's sick?"
   "Just worried."
   "Thanks."
   She set her phone down, and stared out at the waves.  She looked from
Blake's rich auburn eyes to Trevor's gold flecked green eyes.  "I need to
go."
   "You're welcome to stay," Blake offered.
   "We want you to."
   She shook her head.  The message couldn't have come at a better time. 
She didn't want to overstay her welcome or make them feel obligated to her.
She'd had a great evening and even better morning.  "Thank you so much."
   They finished eating and cleared the table.  She changed into her
clothes and headed for the door.  She flirted with the idea of staying, of
calling her father and telling him she wouldn't be home, but she had
responsibilities, work to get to tomorrow.  The pulsing warmth between her
legs could not dictate her schedule.
   Trevor stopped her at the door, turned her around, picked her up into
his arms and kissed her in his all-consuming way.  "I want to see you
again."
   She barely regained her balance before Blake pulled her into a hug.  He
kissed his way along her neck and pressed her lips to his.  "Drive safe,
darling."
   With two kisses like that there was more than just warmth between her
legs.  Her whole body was buzzing again.
   Trevor closed the front door.  "Blake, help her."
   Blake went to his knees and lifted her skirt.  Liana considered
protesting, but his mouth was quicker than hers.  Trevor wrapped his arms
around her, kept her upright while Blake mercilessly worked his tongue back
and forth and around her clitoris.
   "Put your leg over his shoulder," Trevor said.  "There you go, that's a
good girl."
   What's wrong with her?  Why was she acting like this?  Was this normal?
It couldn't be.
   As if Trevor saw the question in her eyes he kissed her and made a
soothing noise.  "Give him one more before you go.  I've got you, Liana."
   She leaned back into Trevor's arms and Blake's hands held her firmly by
the ass as she came again, as if she hadn't been having sex all morning.
   "I really need to go," she whispered.
   "I know," Trevor walked her to her car and gave her a final kiss good
bye.  "When you need us, we'll be right here.  Stay safe, gorgeous."
   The drive home was a quiet one.  Liana felt like a different woman, a
worldly woman.  She wore her grin all the way home.  Her cheeks ached as
she pulled into the drive.  Liana had to bury all that before she walked
into the house.  She made her face as plain and homely as possible.
   Her father gave her one look, and she knew he knew, as he always did. 
Instead of questions, anger, or outrage, he just went back to looking at
the television.  He didn't say anything and she kept heading for her room.
Nothing?  If he wasn't going to be outraged, she could have stayed where
she was.
   Part of her wanted to get back in the car and push the speed limit all
the way to their arms.
Angela: "So, Miss Privacy, where were you?"
Liana: "Met this guy at the party."
Angela: "OMG?!?!  DISH!"
Liana tapped the side of her phone.  Which one did she mention?  "His
name is Blake.  He's really handsome."
   Liana was typing the rest of her response when Angela's messages came at
lightning speed.
   Angela: "That's who you were at the beach with?  Wait.  Maybe we're
talking about a different Blake."
Liana called her and described him.  "This girl named Karen was pretty
upset with him.  You know Karen, right?"
   The other end of the line was silent.  "Please tell me you're joking."
   "No," she whispered.
   "Your father would kill you if he knew.  Run in the opposite direction
if you ever see his roommate, Trevor.  This isn't funny at all.  Those two
are into some pretty dark shit.  Talk about slumming in the gutter.  You
are so much better than that."
   What was so terrible about the two of them?  Did she do something wrong?
   "Joke's on you," Liana forced herself to giggle.  "I spent the night
alone on the beach.  I got too drunk to drive home after having dinner on
the boardwalk.  That's all girl.  I was alone, as usual."
   "You're a cruel, cruel woman.  You had me good."
   "Sorry.  It was too easy.  Tired though.  Talk to you later."
   Liana closed her phone and buried her face in her pillow.
   -_ Dancing With Demons _-
   Her father's health had been failing for years, but he finally passed,
leaving her alone.  Even on his death bed, he seemed cautious of her,
worried, fearful.
   Liana locked the world away.  She refused Eric and Angela's calls, left
home only to go to work.  Her own body had become a stranger.  She would
feel pangs of lust so acutely that she thought she was going crazy,
anxious, or manic.
   At first she channeled her frustration by putting in extra time at work,
but the isolation reach its breaking point.
   Though Angela seemed to get the message and left her alone, Eric seemed
to renew his efforts to get in touch with her.  He even went as far as to
write letters saying how he wanted to progress their relationship.
   What relationship?
   She got dressed and decided to go out alone.  That was the way she had
been all her life, no reason to start changing now.
   "Liana?" Eric called.
   She sighed.  "I'm headed out."
   "You shouldn't be alone."
   "My father is dead, Eric.  I'm not interested in a replacement." She got
into her car and slammed her door.
   Liana didn't even know the band playing, but she liked the music.  She
lost herself to it, kept to herself, stayed to the side, out of the crowd.
Each time she closed her eyes she thought of them, touching her, kissing
her.  The memories, the sensation, the need was like an addiction she
couldn't shake.  She didn't pay much heed to her surroundings, only as
needed to avoid getting in anyone's way.  During one of her casual glances
around the room she noticed a familiar face.
   Trevor looked so handsome, sharply dressed, and his golden green eyes
locked only on her.  Liana smiled but kept to her bit of the dance floor.
It had been several weeks since she last saw him and her body remembered
every detail, often.  He and Blake had been on her mind while she danced,
they never left.
   What if he wanted to take her back to his house?  Would she go?  They
were dangerous, right?  Dangerous, but all Liana could think about was his
voice in her ear, his strong hands on her hips.  What kind of dark stuff
had Angela been talking about?
   She thought often of both of them, though her memories were tainted by
Angela's freak out.
   No, going back home with him wasn't a smart decision.  She had no
business around wraith touched people, not with all the efforts her father
went through to keep her away from them.  If all those stories were real
then their really were dangers in the world.  The time for rebellion was
over.
   But that's not true, is it?  Liana thought as she swayed to the music.
He told her to wait until her twenties and then to stop listening.  The
time for being safe was over, long over.
   There was a break in the set and she turned around and saw him standing
behind her, hands folded over his chest.  She waved and wiped some of the
sweat from her brow.  He waved her over and held a bottle of water up.
   He had water, she reasoned as she walked over to him.  He looked so
delicious.  Did he find himself a girlfriend in her absence?
   'No, he's waiting for you.' Wishful thinking.  She accepted the bottle
and took a long pull from it.
   She stepped back to return to dancing and he moved with her.  She
grinned and laughed as he danced with her, never letting her get too far
away.  He didn't ask the questions she feared to answer.  What happened? 
Why did you disappear?  When he put his hands around her hips and held her,
Liana let herself believe they had never been apart.  When he tilted her
head back and kissed her, their time apart disappeared.  There was
something different about him, electric, powerful.  She pushed and pulled
and created a swirl of energy around them, binding them to each other.
   "I missed you too," Trevor said as he hugged her tight.  They were both
hot and sweaty, but she didn't want to be anywhere but in his arms. 
Vertical afterglow.
   Eventually he released her, but only so that they could spend another
hour dancing, listening to the band.  When he pulled her close, Liana
luxuriated in his attention, in the way he bathed her in his admiration.
   After the concert, Trevor walked her to her car.  She opened her mouth
to say good-bye, but the words never came.
   "You know your way to the house, right?"
   The house.  The way he said it, as if she were there so often.  "Yes."
   He put his finger to her chin, lifted her head so that he was looking
right in her eyes.  "I'll see you there." With that, he turned and walked
to his car.
   Yes, she knew where the house was, and she drove there though she needed
to get to work in the morning, though she hadn't planned to be out so late.
She missed them.  The coiling tension in her body would find release with
them.
   ***
   "Do you have somewhere to be tomorrow?" Trevor asked as he unlocked the
door.
   "Underneath you," she whispered.  She thought it would be a murmur, but
the world had gone dead silent and she knew he heard her every word.
   Trevor made a deep purr of satisfaction and cut his eyes to her scarlet
blush.  "I'll make sure you get there on time." He winked at her and opened
the door.
   They talked about the concert.  Trevor told her about the band and how
he knew them.
   "Coffee or tea?"
   "Tea is fine."
   He poured two cups of tea once the water was boiling and sat beside her
at the counter.  "Blake is at work."
   She sipped from her tea while staring at him.  "Take your shirt off."
She blurted the request as she finished the last drop of tea.  She'd been
thinking to say it so many times.  She wanted to see him again, see what
she'd been missing so many nights alone.
   Trevor lifted his shirt and tossed it onto the counter.  "All right.  I
showed you mine."
   "I'm wearing a dress."
   "Lucky me." He smirked.
   She smiled and slipped the straps of her dress down and eased the dress
off and put it on the counter as well.
   He turned the stool until she was facing him.  He reached behind her and
unfastened her bra then slid that off as well.
   She reached into his lap and unfastened his pants, he lifted his hips,
and helped her get them off.  She marveled at the sight of him, gorgeous,
fit, healthy.  He didn't look dangerous at all.
   "How strong are you?" She whispered, wondering mostly if his physique
was an illusion.
   "Much stronger than you would suspect," he reached out and played with
her nipples.  "Why?"
   "Trying to figure out why people think you're dangerous."
   "You could ask."
   "I'm afraid that I'll agree."
   He chuckled at her words.  "Have you been enjoying your new found
sexuality?"
   She shook her head and looked at him.  What did he mean?  "I don't
understand the question."
   "Sex.  Liana.  Have you been enjoying it?"
   "Craving it, yes.  Burning up with desire for it, yes.  Having it?  I
... haven't.  I don't ...  I haven't left my house in weeks.  My father
passed recently, and it I wasn't at work, I was home."
   "Tsk tsk," Trevor lifted her off the stool and into his arms.  "Oh,
precious.  You must be suffering.  How have you remained sane?"
   "So this is normal?  By why hadn't anyone explained that it me?  Why
haven't I heard about this before?  I've been so used to denying myself
that I thought it was just another emotion to ignore."
   "That stops now."
   She yelped and held onto him as he carried her into his room.  She
thought he was going to put her on the bed, but he pulled her underwear
aside and brought her down on his erection.  She moaned and clung to his
body as he moved her hips up and down, fucking her, standing in the middle
of his room.
   "Fuck.  You're on fire."
   Liana could only moan in reply.
   "What about now?  Feel better?"
   "Almost," she gasped.
   "Relax.  I'll take care of you."
   She drowned in the slow, steady rise and fall of her body, his moans and
whispered praises of affection.  She turned her head and bit playfully at
his shoulder.
   "You are so adorable," he breathed.
   They ended up in the bed after all, fully naked, tangled in the sheets.
Every time she thought she was close, Trevor would stop and change
something, bring her down.
   "What are you doing?" She finally asked with a pout.
   Trevor laughed.  "Keeping you warm."
   She huffed and crossed her hands over her body.  "Well, if I wasn't
suffering before, I certainly am now!"
   He lifted his head and listened as a car pulled into the drive.  "You
won't be for much longer."
   Liana stiffened and sat up in his bed.  What was Blake going to say
about her being there?
   Those worries were short lived.  He practically jumped into the bed
beside her.  He didn't say a word just held her and kissed her.  Even when
she tried to back away to say hello he held her tighter.  Blake really was
different.  She could tell he missed her.  She felt how much her absence
had hurt him, but she didn't have that same connection that sense of a
shared energy, a shared soul.  Not like she did with Trevor.
   Liana pushed on Blake's shoulders and he let her up for air, but only
barely.  She stared at Blake as she spoke.  "Trevor, what are you?"
   Blake's mouth twitched in a grin.
   Trevor chuckled.  "Same as you, gorgeous."
   "I'm nothing at all." She sat up, but Blake didn't let her go, he pulled
her into his lap and let her face Trevor.
   "Nothing?  Is that what you really believe?  You think your guardian
sacrificed his life moving you from place to place keeping nothing hidden
from the world?"
   She furrowed her brow and looked down to Blake's arms locked around her
body.  He wasn't going to give her an inch of room.  "Are you talking about
my father?"
   "I'm talking about the man who raised you." Trevor answered.  "Blake, if
she's going to fight, you might as well let me have her."
   Blake shook his head.  "He's saying that because you can overpower me,
easily," he whispered in her ear.  "You can jab your elbow into my side
hard enough to break a rib if you want.  You'll have to if you think I'm
going to let you run away."
   "You're not making any sense."
   Blake kissed her neck.  "I missed you so much."
   "Look over here, Liana."
   She turned to Trevor.  "Wraith born." He pointed to her and then pointed
to himself.  "Wraith touched." He pointed to Blake.  "Separated from your
birth family is a dangerous life.  There are several pitfalls if you meet
the wrong kind of people, especially as a young girl."
   Liana didn't have a reaction, not at first.  She just dumbly stared at
Trevor.  "Let me go," she whispered.
   "Do it," Trevor said.
   The moment Blake dropped his arms Liana crawled to the head of the bed,
away from Blake, but still closer than she wanted to be to Trevor.  She
wanted to run, part of her wanted to run, but she was naked and she wasn't
going to get very far that way.
   Xavier, stormy-eyed man in the woods who kissed her, the man who told
her stories, taught her about the wraiths and spirits and the underworld.
Stories.  That's why Blake reminded her so much of him.  He was always
thanking her, looking at her as if she were important.  He'd told her she
was lucky to have met him, to let her be protected.
   "How do you know?" She asked.
   "The same way you knew to finally ask me.  It's something you can feel,
see, especially when you know what you're looking for." Trevor sat up,
slowly, as if he knew that if he moved too fast she would bolt.  "Here's
the deal, Liana.  We don't know very much about you, but we do know plenty
about other wraith born.  They are insufferable, pretentious, stuffy."
   "Bitches." Blake muttered.
   "Major bitches," Trevor agreed with a nod.  "You're so different and
beautiful.  You had fun with us, right?  We're pretty compatible
physically."
   She grinned and rolled her eyes.  "Yes."
   "I'm very serious about that one." His tone was more convincing than his
words.  His tone of voice affirmed that not only was he saying it, he'd
already tried to disprove it.  "What can we do to keep you from running
away?"
   "Honestly?"
   They nodded.
   "Tell me what's happening to me."
   Trevor said, "When a wraith born reaches maturity, there's a period of
hyper activity, shall we say.  During this process, you're meant to
experiment with your power, learn to control the flow of your energy."
   "So what do you want from me?"
   "You," Blake rushed to answer.  "As much of you as I can take."
   She looked at Trevor.
   "Ditto.  Plus, I want to help you learn about yourself and fuck you as
much as you'll allow me." He added with a shameless smirk.
   Liana sat in stunned silence.  She let their words swim through her
mind. "I don't think there's that much of me to go around."
   Blake's look said that he wanted to prove her wrong.  She couldn't help
but blush at his sentiment.
   "Go get comfortable, Blake.  She's not going to bolt."
   "I'm not moving." Blake snapped.
   With a smirk she eased down onto her back.  His eyes followed her the
whole way.  "You're not moving?  Really?"
   His nostrils flared and he took a deep breath as she widened her thighs.
"You know what I meant." He gripped her thighs and his tongue lapped at
her. Liana's eyes closed and she moaned and lost herself.
   "Are you okay?" Trevor whispered in her ear.
   He wasn't talking about how good Blake's tongue felt.
   "It's a lot to understand, but my friend said you two are dangerous
because of your dark religion.  She freaked out worse about you than
Blake."
   "Yes, the netherworld and its ways are very dangerous.  A lot of people
with limited information are rightfully afraid of us or anyone associated
with wraiths.  You don't have to be one of those people." Trevor cupped her
cheek and kissed her.  He lowered his voice to a whisper.  "Push your
energy onto him when you orgasm.  The way you were trying to do to me.  Let
him really feel you."
   Liana couldn't even scream, but she did push onto Blake like Trevor
said, and she felt Blake hold onto her as if he were having an orgasm of
his own.  He moaned and whimpered long after she'd come down.
   "That right there," Trevor whispered, "is why you're so fucking special,
why we, both you and me, are so dangerous.  Right now he is caught in a
rapture so powerful that no drug on this planet can replicate the way he
feels.  This is what happens when you share your bliss with another.  That
euphoria lingers and makes him a more powerful sorcerer."
   "Hence the pretentious bitches."
   Trevor chuckled.  "Yeah.  Most protect that power with a very unkind
ferocity.  Just relax, as soon as he gets the strength to pull himself up
he's going to want to fuck your brains out."
   "What about you?"
   "He'll want to," he kissed her cheek.  "I'll be able to succeed when
he's done trying."
   "I'm not deaf," Blake's mumble turned to a whimper.
   All three of them laughed.
   Blake rolled onto his back and undressed, one fumbling article at a
time.
   Liana grinned, thinking of spending the night with the both of them,
having as much sex as she wanted.  She wondered if she didn't have to take
turns anymore.  Couldn't they just...  She turned to look at Trevor and
just grinned at him.  Did he know what she was thinking of?
   "Say it."
   Blake crawled onto the bed with her.
   "I want both of you together.  I don't want to take turns." She held her
breath waiting for their answer.
   Blake caressed her body while Trevor played with her breasts.  Two sets
of hands touched, teased.  Their bodies pressed against her from both
sides, surrounding her with their adoration.
   Blake worked his way up to her lips and with a nod of his head, Trevor
moved down her body.  "He's right.  You're special to me, but that's not
why I need you."
   Trevor's warm breath sent a thrill to her clitoris just before his
tongue entered her.  His tongue swept over her slit, up and down, in and
out, circling her clitoris.  Liana rolled her hips, seeking more, begging
him to continue.  She moaned as Blake kissed her.  Liana came with a long
moan, her thighs trembling and arms wrapped tight around Blake.
   They let her up for a breath, but only as long as it took to position
her on the bed.  Blake held her up while Trevor set two pillows under her
back.  He took her thighs and began to thrust inside her, moving easily in
her soaking wet folds.
   Blake straddled her chest, looking down at her with a lust-filled gaze.
"I need you."
   Liana opened her mouth and flicked her tongue out at him.  She moaned as
the head of his cock slid past her lips.  Pulled back slightly, letting her
lips play over him.  Behind Blake, Trevor was still taking his sweet time.
"Fuck my mouth, Blake."
   Blake leaned forward and put both hands on the wall.  He started slow,
his stroke falling in time with Trevor's teasing pace.
   Liana let herself relax and luxuriated in being wanted, desired,
fulfilled.  Her vaginal walls clenched and she sucked Blake deep.  One
thick cock filled her pussy and another fucked her mouth.  It was dirty and
illicit and it was heaven.  Her hands caressed his thighs up to his ass and
she wriggled until she could get one hand around his balls.  She massaged
them in time with his thrusts.
   "She's amazing," Blake panted.
   "She makes sucking cock look easy," Trevor answered.  "It's not easy
though.  No woman loves it like she does."
   Blake moaned in answer.  Liana's body clenched.  The eroticism of them
discussing her was too good.
   "Is she doing that thing with her tongue?" Trevor asked, he thrust a
little harder, a little deeper in her pussy.
   "Yes." Blake nearly whined.
   The tension coiled in Liana's belly, her own pleasure building.  She put
her other hand on Blake's ass, urging him to go faster, to use her mouth
like Trevor was using her pussy.
   Trevor took both her legs and placed them on his shoulders.
   Blake shifted, spread his knees wider, his hips thrusting quicker.  With
the extra room, Liana let her fingers explore further back until she was
circling his anus.  Blake grunted and his cock his the back of her throat.
   Trevor pounded into her body like a jackhammer.  Her body shuddered with
each powerful thrust.  Her breasts, the one not being held by Trevor,
bounced.
   Liana's eyes teared up each time Blake went deeper into her mouth.  She
opened herself to him and willed herself not to gag.  Her finger slipped
inside his ass.
   "Fuck!" Blake cried.
   Their grunts and groans, harsh breathing, wet smacking sounds, creaking
of the bed - it sounded like a skin flick, and Liana loved it.  She let
herself be lost to the pleasure, swept away by lust.
   Each time Blake came back down on her finger and then deep in her mouth,
but his pace was erratic, his moans high and soft, and then she was
drinking his ejaculate, one spurt after another.  Liana came apart on
Trevor and he nailed her hard, brutally.
   Each of them collapsed on either side of her, and inched their way until
she was sandwiched between them.
   "Is that what you wanted?" Trevor murmured.
   "Mmm hmm." Though they were both panting and sweating, but she didn't
want to be apart from them.  "Let me know when you're ready again."
   Both men chuckled.
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Written: Feb 2013
   Contact: nysidra at hot mail dot com
  
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