Arcadia Resurgence by Vague Vermillion (free biff chip and kipper ebooks .TXT) 📕

from behind...

He put a foot out. "Kiss it."

Like that first time, she had to raise her ass high in the air to accommodate him. He caught sight of the strap snaking up between her buttocks to wrap around her wrists just below the shimmering fabric of her wedding gown. The sight of it made his cock throb and blood rush to his ears. He hardly felt the pressure of her lips on his shoe. 

Eiri reached down to touch himself, feeling his hard length inside the leggings. Trapped, just like him. He would wear them always while he worked for the elves; a slave to their style, their preferences. He would never be himself while he worked for them. Looking at Noth, trembling at his feet, he started to understand some of what she felt. Living among vampires, always needing to dominate lest she be torn to shreds by her peers. When secretly she longed to be dominated. 

We'll never be free again, he thought. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with tears above the radiance of her lusty blush. He felt her mind, knew that she'd heard him. 

He reached out his hand between his legs, and she kissed his palm. He stroked her face tenderly. Beautiful. He did not know if the thought was his or hers.

Then he put his thumb into her mouth, to feel the teeth. He ran the pad of it over her human teeth, then to the sharp tips of the left incisor. He pressed against it ever so slightly - and his skin tore.

Her eyes went wide at the taste of him. She opened her mouth, put out her tongue, rubbing its rough surface over the abrasion. Both tasting him and pushing him away from her fangs. 

"Don't," she said. She turned a little away from him. "If even a drop gets on this gown..."

He leaned down, grabbing the taut leather strap behind her neck where it stretched down to her hands. He jerked it back, commanding, "Open your mouth."

She whimpered, but obeyed, and he plunged his fingers into her, slicing the knuckles against her fangs. Rubbing his blood onto her tongue. Her lips closed around them, sucking with vicious avidity. He thrust them into her, daring her to bite, forcing her to rock back on her heels, the torment of the strap at her neck, her vulva making her grunt with mingled pain and pleasure. 

He was hard, so hard. Eiri let go of the strap and reached to free himself, feeling the hot weight of cock swing out of the leggings at the slightest touch. He looked down at himself and saw a tiny glistening drop at the tip. 

She saw it, too, and she let go of his hand in her mouth, jaw wide, tongue hanging out like a dog. Eiri grabbed his dick, his hand slick with her saliva, and pumped himself. He slid forward on the seat and she dove her head toward him, swallowing him to the hilt in one gulp. 

"Fuck..." he grunted, feeling the heat of her mouth around him, squeezing. Somewhere in there, the dreadful teeth. But he couldn't feel them past the surge of pressure that came from her, her throat working, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled, sucking him hard, her tongue undulating along the underside of the shaft, the tip of it wiggling at the base of it.

Eiri glanced up and saw himself in the mirror - only himself, with his cock appearing to stretch and quiver and glisten all by itself in midair. Never had he seen it so large, so dark, so veiny. He braced both his hands on the edge of the couch and thrust outward with his hips as hard as he could into her eager mouth.

He came inside her, then and there. He knew it only because she whimpered and quivered, recoiling. He shared her panic - the dress! He held her head with one hand, and cupped his other beneath her chin to catch whatever she did not swallow. He felt her move, felt the throat work. And at last, she snapped her head free of his cock with a wet - pop! - sucking the last of his cum and her spit back into her mouth. Only a thin trickle ran down her lips. He wiped it away with his shirt.

She swallowed, gasped, and swayed on her knees, dazed and breathless. He reached down to hold her, circling his arms around her while he reached for the knot at her wrists. "Eiri," she whispered his name so sweetly into his ear. "Eiri..."

He kissed her neck, feeling the satin that still bound her there. He worked the knot there free and she shuddered, her arms coming around his back to steady herself. 

"Noth," he murmured, smoothing his palms over her gown, straightening it over her hips, careful to keep his bloodied fingers away from the precious garment. The rich silk pooled around her knees on the floor, unmarred, unblemished from their sex play. Covering up their mingled shame and pleasure. 

When he pulled back to look at her, he saw tears on her cheeks. "The gown is fine - not even a drop spilled..." 

"No, it's not that..." She smiled, wiped the back of her hand over her eyes. "It's just... I... I've never done that before."

"You're kidding?"

She laughed, a rasping giggle. "I'm not. I was... saving it for marriage. Vampire thing - the mouth is how we make our children, after all. It's special. Sacred."

And all this time I've been gagging you, he thought. "I didn't know. I'm... sorry."

"Don't be sorry," she said. "I'm glad it was you. I... care for you, very deeply, Eiri. I know we haven't spent much time together - and it's all been so sordid when we do... But with you is the only time I've been happy here. With you, I feel completely free."

He kissed her, unafraid of her teeth. Afraid now, only of losing her. 

[End Part 1] Stray Neko

 She had gotten drunk, very, very drunk. She had no clue how she'd gotten home. She sat up only to flinch as she opened her eyes. Ouch! She saw two pills and a glass of water by the bed, along with a note. She reached for the pills and water, hoping they would help kill the pain from one hell of a hangover. Damn it, what had happened last night? As she drank the water, shadowy memories of the night before crept into her mind.

She had been at her favorite bar on the outside of town, her comely 5'4 figure outlined in a red and black leather outfit that clung seductively to her curves. The band was playing some slow country song, and she had immediately noticed the attractive stranger in the corner. 

She'd sat at the bar, flirted with the bartender while he poured her a shot of tequila, and got her a longneck. Enjoying the music, she leaned back on the barstool and assessed the crowd. She knew a few people there and there were some bikers in the corner shooting pool. 

Her gaze kept wandering over to the stranger. The song changed, and an old high school friend came up and asked her to dance. She said yes and let him buy her a drink afterwards. His table was right next to the stranger's in the corner. They talked a bit and she found out that he was married now and had a kid. She was forced to say that she had had no significant relationship for a while now and life was boring. 

Shortly after that, he received a phone call and had to go. She had remained at the table and ordered another beer. She had a decent buzz and was feeling like dancing again. Then the trouble had started. A loud voice had risen over the crowd, "Hey Harley! How are you doing Baby?" Oh, damn, it was her Ex, this was not going to be fun. 

"Get lost Morlan!" He was not going anywhere. He was getting closer!

"What's the matter Harley? Don't you miss me? You sorry little trailer trash whore, found a new pimp yet?" 

She could not help it. She flinched at the insult. "Go away Morlan I have nothing to say to you!" He was drunker than shit and apparently had decided that he was going to cause trouble. He grabbed her wrist as she tried to walk away, suddenly there was a rather large hand grasping his wrist. 

"I'd let her go if I were you Morlan." The voice was icy calm. They both turned their attention to whoever had interfered. 

It was the stranger from the corner. Morlan released her wrist, only to bring his other hand up to swing at the man's head. She watched as the stranger simply jerked His wrist downward, and a loud crack was heard, followed by a cry from Morlan as he cowered around his newly broken wrist. 

"Now get, before I decide that you're better off dead. If I ever see you around this pretty little lady again you won't be walking away." 

Morlan skedaddled quicker than a cat up a tree! Harley could not believe it! She turned to him. "Thanks. My name's Harley." 

The Man smirked. "I heard. You are welcome. Name is Trevor. You ok?" 

She was shaking, "Of course!" She smiled a little too brightly. 

"Liar," He said, same smirk still in place, "Come sit down before you fall down." He called out to the bartender. "Shot of Evan, Barkeep!" He sat her at his table and sat her beer down in front of her. The bartender brought the shot and asked if she was all right before he left. She took the shot and chugged the last of the beer. Another appeared in front of her quickly. 

The band had started up again with a lively tune, and she had just stopped shaking. The shot had helped. 

Trevor looked at her "Better?"

She nodded. "Yea. I hate dealing with Ex's..." 

Her newfound companion finally smiled. "Same here." 

She was shocked at how handsome he was when he smiled. They sat in silence for a moment and she took the opportunity to reassess him. 

He was not tall by most folk's ideas, bout 5'10, but he dwarfed her 5'2 form easily. He had black hair with a mustache and goatee. He looked slightly Asian but not quite, he was dressed in a black worn leather trench coat and a black, wide brimmed, oilskin hat. A funny thought occurred to her then, he looked like a hit man! Hehee! He was talking. Oh shit she'd missed several sentences apparently. She had gotten lost inside his smoky green eyes. She was drunk. She caught a whiff of his scent. Damn! He smelled good. What the hell was he wearing, earthy, masculine, and something implacable? 

"I'm sorry, I got distracted, what where you saying?" 

He raised his eyebrows slightly irritated. "Nothing worth repeating, feeling better yet?" She nodded "Good, How about telling me your story then?" 

She was confused. "What?" 

He tried again. "Tell me about yourself. What do you do for a living?" 

"Oh! Ha-ha, I am a hairdresser. Any time I