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AFFLICTION
BY TROG |
CHAPTER
17 |
CHAPTER 17
The warm, morning sun streamed through the windows of the small cabin and bathed the sleeping, naked lovers in white, translucent light. They looked pale and innocent, their skin glowing brightly against the dark blankets covering their bodies from the waist down. Tea’s dark chestnut hair spilled around her perfect oval face and her nostrils flared softly while Todd listened to her gentle rhythmic, breathing as his face lay nestled between her warm, soft breasts, hoping she would never awaken and he could lie with her forever in this sweet morning bliss. His demons were quiet and sleeping inside him and his mind and body felt sated and rested as he basked in this rare and peaceful respite from his tormented soul and his deeply troubled life.
His muscles were stiff, his cock was sore and his lips felt swollen from over indulging in her love but he just smiled at the delicious discomfort, the sweet, sweet agony of a love hangover he had not experienced in many years. He reveled in the soreness of his tired thighs and his aching back from driving into her beautiful, ravenous body all night long, well into the early morning hours. He celebrated the burning ache on the irritated skin of his cock, so neglected and out of condition. He welcomed all the pleasure-pain, all the love masochism of last night on this splendid morning.
Lifting his head carefully for fear of waking her, he looked at her naked body in the sunlight and gasped softly at her womanly perfection. Her smooth, perfect skin marred only by a small, purple bruise on her neck which he had made in his brutish passion, her delicate, peachy nipples were a bit pink and raw from his relentless suckling and her lips...those lips....swollen and pink from loving every part of him with a zealous ardor that left him begging for more.
Tea stirred, feeling his gaze on her as she squinted and opened her eyes, looking straight into his as the familiar excitement he created inside her began with the brand new day. Reaching up lazily, she pulled him down beside her and caressed his face sweetly.
“Good morning, mi amor,” she said.
He said nothing but grinned broadly at her and snuggled closer.
“Querido...I think we need a shower...we smell like...sex,” she said smiling.
He rolled on his back and pulled her on top of him, holding her close and breathing in their fragrance, a wild and gamy smell, a combination of natural sweat, artificial perfumes and body fluids....musky and sexual and spicy.
“I like the way we smell, Tea...we smell like...us,” he said, pulling her down into a soft, wet kiss.
Their mouths felt a little sore but as soon as they made contact the pain disappeared replaced by the awesome physical delight of their kiss and they moaned with pleasure as their bodies awakened with desire. Tea smiled down at him feeling his organ already hard and erect against her thigh, impatient and ready to make love again.
“You’re astonishing, Todd Manning...do you know that?”
“You do this to me....every time I look at you. You’re the astonishing one,” he said breathlessly as he pulled her down, laid her on her back and climbed quickly on top of her. “I need to be inside you...now!”
Spreading her thighs swiftly, he entered her urgently, shaking with anticipation as her legs rose to lock him in place ready to accept him and respond to his demanding and relentless lust. They moved quickly, untamed and wild in their passion, pumping hard and fast, each wanting the other’s fulfillment more than their own as they bucked and pushed frantically, causing a rough and steady friction that brought them to the brink quickly. They came together, shaking wildly with the burst of a perfectly synchronized orgasm that made them cry out with its acute and explosive intensity. They fell apart on the hard floor, gasping for air, their chests heaving as they started laughing and gasping at their sexual mania.
“Oh...m-m-m...querido...we need to stop,” she said smiling at him as he struggled to catch his breath.
“I can’t stop...I want you again,” he said, burying his face in her throat as Tea giggled.
They settled back again, smiling, delaying the inevitable, letting their bodies have their way for a little longer, before their infinitely more rational minds would force them to come back down the mountain, back to civilized society with its morals and proprieties and burdensome responsibilities.
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Aaron Blackmoor stood among the trees, tall and imposing in his long, black trenchcoat, his blond hair gleaming like a golden helmet in the morning light. His ice-blue eyes traveled along the property as he started walking along the brick path that led to his destination. He looked around carefully, making sure that noone was about in this early April morning as he let the cool breeze flutter through his short, wispy hair and listened for sounds of life around him. It was quiet here and only the breeze rustling the new leaves on the trees along with the chirping of early birds, crying out with morning hunger from their nests, could be heard. It was a peaceful scene as the sun filtered through the trees and he got closer to the house, walking cautiously toward the window to observe the two lovers inside.
The picture of perfect domesticity, he thought, as he observed them, having awakened in each other’s arms and now sharing laughter and small talk, perhaps discussing the news of the day, pondered Aaron, as he removed his gun from the pocket of his black overcoat and handled it lovingly with his fine, black leather gloves.
It was his favorite gun, a Desert Eagle Magnum in polished, gold titanium, a magnificent piece of armament designed by the German gun manufacturer, Heckler and Koch. It was heavy for a pistol, weighing almost 5 pounds but it made it easier to handle the tremendous kick-back when it fired. His fingers caressed the six-inch long barrel admiringly as he raised the tiny scope along the top and he reached into his pocket for the silencer, screwing it on carefully. It was a one-shot pistol, capable of only holding one bullet--the gun of the true sportsman. That’s all it took...that’s all he ever gave himself for a hit. One shot. It is how he lived.
Reaching into his other pocket he removed the bullet he had for his victim--a golden bullet. One bullet--one shot. Slipping it carefully into the chamber and sliding it into position, he slowly released the safety and looking through the glass pane at the two of them he aimed straight at his enemy’s forehead through the scope of the gun. Aaron’s view was perfect as he aimed at his target’s head...he could make out the lines on his victim’s forehead and a tiny pimple above his left eye as he smiled across the table at his woman with obvious joy.
Aaron squeezed the trigger quickly as the gun kicked back with a powerful blow then walked away quickly without so much as a backward glance, so cock-sure of his mark. The adrenaline pumped through his veins as he ran across the grass and disappeared through the trees like a shadow, leaving only the sound of shattered glass falling...then only a deadly silence.
Vicki looked up from reading The Banner at the sudden crashing sound of her window and watched the glass shards falling and flying for an instant...then all was silent. It all happened in seconds as she was in the middle of a sentence, reading a silly story out loud about a lost pet python to Ben over breakfast.
“Ben, what in the name of heavens is that,” she said getting up quickly and walking toward the window as her slippered feet crunched on the broken glass and she peered through the hole in her window, seeing nothing and no one, only the quiet, sunny, early morning grounds at Llanfair. When she turned around to look at Ben, wondering why he hadn’t responded, she noticed that he had his head on the table.
“Ben?” she called to him but he did not answer...he did not move.
As she walked over she touched his hair and her hand felt something wet and sticky as she lifted it up and noticed it was covered in bight, red blood.
to be continued...
2002 Copyright by Trog
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