Anya stood very still in the attention position as her hair was brushed and then she was slowly rubbed with the coconut scented oily lotion. Her hair was braided loosely behind one ear and fell over one shoulder as Deandra concentrated on moisturizing her body and readying her for her last appointment at Vorhees. Her eyes closed as the other woman smeared a bit of goo in her two holes and then they reopened in surprise when she felt something silky slide over her shoulders. Deandra was putting a long, red robe on her. Slipping her hands into the sleeves, she allowed the servant to dress her and the gown was tied around her thin waist.
Mr. Hughes had left shortly after he'd made her pass out with the intensity of their fucking and she had been slowly massaged awake by a smiling, silent Deandra. He hadn't returned to the room during her shower, and she was almost positive that she wouldn't see the man again until she was driven away to the airport tomorrow. However, just when she thought that Deandra would lock the collar around her neck and lead her to her next appointment, Mr. Hughes appeared in her doorway, fully dressed in one of his becoming black suits. She much preferred him naked and his wings spread out and above him, but the suits were still sexy.
"Anya, please come with me." He said in a dark voice and she shivered slightly as she nodded and walked over to him in the doorway.
Without saying more, he put his warm hand in hers, interlocking her fingers with his as he drew her out of her bedroom and they walked through the mansion slowly, making their way to the western end of the original building before they stopped before large double doors. Outside of them, they paused without speaking for several moments.
"Anya, I need you to understand that this is not what I want."
"I know."
"I want to send you home right now. I want you safely away from all of this."
"I'm not doing this for you, Mr. Hughes. I'm doing this for Samir. He doesn't deserve to have anyone angry with him about what he did to help me." Anya spoke honestly, she wouldn't be the reason something happened to the dark blue eyed kind man who'd been so gentle with her yesterday.
"Wei is headstrong, Anya. He has a temper. He wasn't kindly disposed towards the gargoyles, but he is angry that there have been deaths dealt his kind. He wants to meet you here. Then he will make his decision as to what is to be done." He told her, his eyes on the doors in front of them as he spoke to her.
Anya sighed, nodding as she, too, looked at the closed doors ahead of her. "You haven't told me what the Lotus family are, Mr. Hughes."
Mr. Hughes reached out and put his hand around the knob on the door closest to him and turned it slowly, "Anya, trust me when I say you don't want to know until you have to."
She felt a cold shiver work itself up her spine as he tugged gently on the door and it opened without a sound. Her green eyes widened as she looked at the dark interior of a large, stone-walled room. There were thick cushions around the room she was sure were meant to be used as chairs in deep reds and blacks and cream colors, and a huge fire pit took up a portion of the back left side of the room, while the floor appeared to give away on the back right side into a cavernous looking lower level. Her eyes took all this in, and Anya knew her mouth had dropped open slightly as she looked around her at the sheer size of the space that she and Mr. Hughes stepped into. She was so awestruck that she hadn't even noticed the tall, thin, Asian man who was watching their approach with curious, though irritated eyes. He wore black slacks and shiny black shoes, and his white dress shirt was slightly unbuttoned, but still tucked in to his pants. His black hair was short, cropped closer to his head on the sides than on the top, and he was handsome, very very handsome.
"Wei." Mr. Hughes brought Anya to stand in front of the man before releasing his hold on her hand.
"This is the catalyst to our problem." The man's voice was thickly accented and Anya felt her body heat up as he looked her over closely, his head tilting as he did so.
"None of what has happened was intentional on her part." Mr. Hughes was stiff beside her, Anya could tell, he seemed very nervous about how this man would react to her.
"Of course." The man bowed his head, "I am Wei."
"Anya." She told him, her voice cracking as he stepped towards her and he put one hand on the right side of her face as he moved his face close to hers and breathed in deeply.
He stiffened slowly, moving back so he could look into her eyes, his own searching, widening almost imperceptibly as he moved a hand down the front hem of the silk robe that she wore until he slipped it completely inside and Anya gasped as he cupped her pussy and pushed two fingers inside. He'd had to bend slightly to do it, and she raised her hands to clutch at his shoulders as he touched her intimately. Her pussy responded immediately and bounced and whirred and liquefied as he moved the hand inside of her for a few moments before pulling back and she watched as he licked at her juice on his fingertips for a brief moment before taking out a handkerchief from his back pocket and wiping his hand clean. He then looked over at the angel who had stayed perfectly still as she'd been probed.
"You may leave now, Mr. Hughes." Wei said slowly, his eyes never leaving her face as he spoke to Mr. Hughes.
"Why?" Mr. Hughes looked confused, and maybe the slightest bit relieved.
"I want her." Wei nodded towards Anya and she gasped.
"You will not harm her." Mr. Hughes frowned at the Asian man who was looking at the girl at his side with eyes that burned suddenly.
"I intend to fuck her, Mr. Hughes. I do believe that was the intention of your bringing her to me." Wei's voice darkened as his brown eyes held green, nervous ones.
"Wei, maybe I should remain-." Mr. Hughes knew his suggestion was not received well by the frown on the man he faced.
"She will not need an audience when I fuck her, certainly not from you." Wei's words made Anya whimper slightly, this man made her anxious, there was something about him that seemed very big, very powerful.
"Fine."
"You may leave now, Mr. Hughes."
"Anya, I will return for you in the early morning tomorrow." Mr. Hughes' voice made her eyes widen as she looked up at him, not quite ready to be left alone with the man who had started to look at her like it was only a matter of time before he devoured her completely.
Anya watched as Mr. Hughes breathed deeply a few times before he turned and looked down at her, his eyes trying to remind her that he would be near, that he would keep her safe, but she didn't believe it, she couldn't. The man she was going to be left alone with was going to be able to do whatever he wanted with her, and she knew Mr. Hughes would be able to do nothing to stop it.
"She will be all right, Mr. Hughes." Wei said softly, stepping toward Anya and offering her his hand.
She stared at it for a while. Long, slender fingers, a large palm facing up, and slowly, she looked at Mr. Hughes and then nodded, and slipped her hand into his strong, heated grasp. Anya was surprised at how warm the man was as she was slowly brought up to stand close to him. His eyes stayed on her as she shivered in front of him, Mr. Hughes slowly disappearing through the doorway of the large room. When it was closed, the Asian man with the dark eyes that seemed to shine and glow and smolder put his hands on either side of her face and bent down enough to move his lips over hers in a soft caress, their mouths coming together in a gentle greeting. Anya felt her breath rush from her at the taste of him, the strength she could feel as he touched her, and she shivered for a whole new reason now.
"I've been waiting a very long time for you." His softly spoken words made Anya look up at him in wonder, but he didn't elaborate. Instead, he put his arms around her and crushed her up to the front of his trim body and set his mouth over hers in a much more demanding caress.
His tongue pushed into her mouth, forcing her to accept him and Anya whimpered, desire pooling in her lower pelvis and bringing her pussy to attention as his big hands wrapped around her shoulders and her ass. He squeezed the curves of her and Anya could feel the silk robe quickly fall from her body as he worked to free her body from the cloth. He didn't stop there, however, as he stepped back to remove his own clothing, Anya watched, breathless at the sight of his muscled male body as it came into view. As he removed his own shirt, shoes, socks and slacks, her eyes feasted on the smooth skin, muscle and bone he presented her. When he stood in front of her in only silk boxer shorts, Anya let her eyes slowly take in his form.
He was tan, and not just because of his nationality, he looked like he spent a great deal of time outdoors. His chest was solid, his abdomen firm and there was no hair on his chest. On his chest, however, was a large dragon tattoo, which almost covered it, going from just below his throat to just above his groin area. It was his only tattoo, however, and it made her shiver. A dragon. She should not be surprised. She'd met a great many mythical creatures during her stay.
Without a word to her, Wei moved towards her and picked her up in his arms. Anya quickly wrapped hers around his neck and rested her head against him as he began to walk with her down towards the cavernous area. There was a set of stone stairs that had been invisible from the doorway, and she shivered slightly as he began to walk with her down into the darkness below. The way was only lit every once in a while with torches hanging off the great stone walls. Walls were a loose term eventually, the carved stone bricks quickly gave way to the natural stone of the underground. It looked almost natural, but Anya was sure that Mr. Hughes had very carefully created this space for this man.
"Anya, how old was your mother when she died?" He asked quietly and Anya bit her lip, confused at his question, it was personal.
"My mother died when I was nineteen. My father murdered her." She didn't know why she told him the truth, she usually told people that her parents died in a car crash.
"Where is your father?"
"He killed himself, it was a murder suicide."
"Do you know the circumstances of their deaths?"