Star is my soul, my saviour, to think of him; battered and sick, abandoned and alone makes me shiver. I think of Sam and Alex and how the streets had ground them down and the thought of Star living like that makes me sick to my stomach. I want to take him in my arms and hold him. I want to make the pain go away, I want to make everything right. But he still hasn't finished. He still needs to get it out.
"I made it on my own for over a year begging and then busking, but it all got too hard and there was no future in sight. What was the point going on from day to day struggling to make enough money to eat so I could live another one just the same? I was cold, dirty, often sick and hopeless. Two days after I turned eighteen I decided that I had two choices -- prostitution or death. I had nothing and no one so I would either make enough from selling myself to live some kind of a life or give up and die.
"That's about where you found me. I'd tried to force myself to take a trick but when it came to it I just couldn't. It's not as if I haven't had offers through the years and that's what gave me the idea to do it in the first place, but every time I tried I bottled out. That night at the bar was my second night trying, my second chance to myself. If I blew it, I'd walk out of the bar and find somewhere to die. I hadn't quite worked out how but I figured it wouldn't be that difficult."
I stare at him as he looks up at me expectantly. My mind freezes and all I can think of to say is. "I thought you were older."
At first, he just stares at me incredulously, then a smile creeps over his face until he can't help but laugh. "You're insane." Then he looks sad again. "I think she's been trying to contact me, to tell me that you were you..." He shakes his head, grimacing. "That doesn't make sense but... I think part of the anger I have been feeling is with her. She abandoned me and now she's trying to tell me that this sick freak is the hero I've been building up in my mind, pinning all my hopes on."
"Sick freak is it?"
He looks up, alarmed then subsides and shakes his head. "I'm sorry Luma I... I'm just... lost."
At last I let myself do what I have wanted to do all along. I slide off my seat and crawl over to him, pressing myself against him, between his knees. The silkiness of the robe is cool against my skin. The rest of him is hot. I lay my hand against the side of his face, gazing into his eyes.
"You're not lost, Star, you've never been less lost. I'm here now and I will be your anchor, your navigator, your guiding star."
He smiles, looking down at me, his eyes twinkling. Slowly he bends his head and I raise mine. His lips are soft, so soft and they part sweetly, the tip of his tongue flicking out to tease my lips. I sigh and run my hands around his ribs under his robe. He shivers and slouches lower in the chair, rubbing himself against me.
"If you keep doing that I am going to have to ravish you."
"Ravish? That's a fabulous word. Show me what it means."
I get to my feet so fast he doesn't see it and before his mind processes the fact I have moved I have him in my arms and I throw him on the bed.
"What...?" He says, blinking, confused. He doesn't have a chance to say another word because I'm on him, pinning him to the bed with my body. I kiss him roughly, taking his breath away. His hands come up and hold me weakly. He's still not quite sure what's happening, but he rolls with it and his grip tightens, as he digs his fingers into my sides.
Releasing his lips so that he can gasp I kiss down his neck making him shudder, and over his collar bone to his nipples. I bite one and he squeaks. While I enthusiastically attack his nipple I let my hand slide down over his abs and start to massage his balls, no less enthusiastically. There is nothing gentle about ravishing and he's not having gentle now.
He tries to respond but every time he raises his head or his hands I up the ante and send him moaning and shivering back to ground zero. When he is in a frenzy, I kneel between his legs and start to kiss upwards from his belly button, nipping the skin as I go. When I get to his throat I lick and kiss, grazing his skin with my teeth, making him writhe beneath me.
If I had been feeling more clear headed I might have prolonged the experience but, between the conversation we have just had, and the rise in temperature my rough handling has achieved I am in no condition to take it slow. Raising myself I slide my hands under his buttocks and lift his hips until I can get into position to tease his entrance with the head of my cock. He responds instantly by wrapping his legs around me, raising himself and freeing me to firmly grasp my cock and guide it into him, inch by inch, past his barriers.
He gives a long shuddering moan and starts to thrust his hips, using his legs to raise himself higher. Wow. But this is my ravishing and, grabbing his hips, digging my fingers in I steady him to allow me to start pumping him. At first, my movements are restricted by his legs but, after the first few strokes he loosens them and I really start to thrust, entering him harder and faster.
Growling low in his throat, his teeth bared Star grasps the bedclothes in both hands and thrusts up into me, tilting his hips for deeper penetration. He throws his head from side to side and almost reminds me of Serif in his wildness. I tilt back my head and close my eyes, revelling in the passion.
When I feel the tides rising, I force myself to focus not only on what I am doing but on him too. I grasp his shaft and take him with me on the ride that sends us both to orgasm sobbing and gasping. Thank Hel I am not too consumed that I lose control. I could not go through what happened to Taz, with Star.
When it is done, I collapse onto the bed and lie with my eyes closed, waiting for my breathing to slow and my heart to stop racing.
I feel something tickling my chest and open my eyes to find Star propped up on one elbow stroking me with the tips of his fingers.
"So that was ravishing?"
"Pretty much."
"I like it. Next time I'm going to ravish you."
"I think you did that already."
There was a hesitant knock on the door and Sacha comes in, smiling to see us. "I checked in on Bridge but he's fast asleep and I wondered where you were and..." He tapers off uncertainly as we turn blazing eyes on each other and grin.
"Ever been ravished, Sacha?" Star purrs. As Sacha's eyes widen, I shoot off the bed and grab him from behind. As with Star, it takes him some time to process what is happening and, by the time he does, he is flat on his back on the bed with Star's mouth pressed firmly over his, cutting off any chance of complaint which, from the signs I am getting from his body language, there wouldn't have been anyway.
Leaving Star to take care of ravishing the top half of his body— and I notice that he is going to town on Sacha's nipples even harder than I did his, I take control of the lower half and have him turned into a bowl of sex flavoured jelly in no time. I deliberately refrained from using my venom on Star but not so with Sacha.
I raise him up and crash him so many times I would be really surprised if he knows his own name right now. Star is excited by it too, I can see. He has watched in curiosity and amazement as Sacha loses himself more and more in what I am doing to him. He's played to it too, adding to the experience as much as he can.
Sacha is starting to get exhausted and I am going to have to end it soon. He is approaching the limit of what he can take. Almost as if he can read my mind— or maybe he is just good at reading the signs—Star slides himself down the bed. Winking at me, he turns Sacha's leaden body onto its stomach. Sacha is unable to move and I think he is actually glad of the reprieve. He lies panting as Star lifts his hips and I slide under him as he had done with Bridge.
He tastes hot and sweet and I close my eyes and savour him as I suck with long smooth strokes letting my teeth graze him, but keeping my venom to myself. Gradually, some strength returns to him and he moans with ecstasy. I know by the movement of his body that Star is being gentle with him, moving in and out slowly. After the passion he showed with me it is good to see that he has a gentler side too.
I feel Sacha's climax approaching and I so want to sink my teeth into a vein and taste it but that would not be the right thing to do, not now. Star is gripping his hips hard, although Sacha is steadier on his legs now, and he is speeding up. He knows the end is approaching too.
Sacha lets out a series of guttural moans and then shudders and expels. Hel he tastes good, he tastes so good.
I slide out to find Star with his head bent, kissing Sacha's back, still inside him. Sacha is trembling all over but has managed not to collapse forwards. Star raises his head and meets my eyes, his are wide and sparkling.
Together, we turn Sacha over and lie down, one on each side of him. Star kisses him gently, propped and smiling lovingly down into the dazed eyes, while he runs his fingers lightly over his sweating chest. I stroke his hair.
