On That Stormy Night
Lucky awoke to the sounds of heavy rain pouring down outside. The wind blew and he could hear the faint sound of thunder as a storm approached. He looked down to see Addison's legs were lying across his lap as she was curled up on her side beside him.
He smiled as he watched her sleep. She was beautiful even in her sleep. She looked cold though, considering she was completely in the nude still. He placed his hand on the side of her hip and rubbed her gently. She squirmed a bit before settling to a stop once more. He looked at her back. The long scar stretched from her lower back in a diagonal line toward her shoulder blade where it stopped.
He couldn't imagine what she had been through with that murderer that had harmed her in that way, but he respected her for her strength to carry on in her profession despite knowing the hardships that could follow.
She grunted softly as he lifted her legs up enough to stand up and grab a small blanket that was draped over the back of the loveseat. He unfolded the blanket and spread it over her body. She rolled over on her other side and curled inside the warmth.
He shivered. He was cold too. He looked down as he wiped the sleep from his eyes and noticed that he was naked as well. His need to use the restroom was more important than his desire to put his own clothes back on and so he explored the back of the small cabin. It had two doors. He wasn't sure which door led to the bathroom but figured one was to a bedroom and the other to the room he was searching so it wouldn't be any harm to just open one and hope for the best.
He opened the door to the left since that was the one that Addison had slipped into earlier to get the washcloth and sure enough, there was a bathroom on the other side of the door. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Once he was finished emptying his bladder, a loud clap of thunder startled him. He exited the bathroom and looked to see if it had woken the woman. All he could see was a lump on the couch as she had buried herself in the blanket completely. She was out cold.
He opened the other door, thinking he would carry her into her room and lay her in a bed so she wouldn't wake sore from sleeping on such a small couch in the morning. Her room was almost too dark to make anything out, but he saw the bed. It wasn't as large as Cheryl's but it would be large enough for him to share it with the detective if he decided to carry her in there.
A flash of lightning lit up the room and for a brief second, before the light temporarily blinded him, he seen a shadowy figure of a woman standing in the corner. His heart began pounding. He rushed into the room with as much speed as he could muster as his eyesight was still returning.
He could see the shadowy outline of a woman as he slammed his body into her, wrapped his arms around her and jumped backwards with her in his grasp. He heard her yelp as his back bounced off of Addison's bed. The woman struggled, but he held on tightly.
"Who are you?" He demanded as he struggled to keep her from wiggling out of his arms. "What do you want?"
"Lucky it's me," he heard a familiar voice cry out. "Terra."
He instantly let go of the woman as she sprang up from the bed, landing on her feet in the middle of the room. Just then another flash of lightning lit the room up and he could see Terra staring at him with her hands on her hips.
"Terra," he called as he sat up at the end of the bed. "So much is happening! I don't know if I can do this. People are dying!"
"Cheryl will be fine," she told him in a calm tone. "You have to do this. You are the only hope we have left."
"I don't want to be responsible for this," he explained as he seen her shadow walk toward him. "I don't want to be the cause of all this negativity."
Her shadowed form bent down and it looked like she was pulling her pants down. She got on the bed on her knees, straddling his lap and bent down as she pushed him on his back. He could feel her sweet breath wash against his ear as she began to whisper.
"Did you think things would go smoothly without a little bloodshed?" She started nibbling on his earlobe, bringing goosebumps up his arms as his erection began to grow. "Nothing ever worth doing has been done in peace."
"I don't want it," he whispered back as she moved her mouth down the side of his neck. Thunder rolled from somewhere close outside. "It's too much to rest on just me."
"Hush," she whispered. He could feel the warmth of her wet pussy press down on the back of his cock. He placed his hands on her lower back and gently rubbed his hands up as he pulled her shirt up over her head.
Another flash of lightning lit her body up and he could see her perky breasts in his face before she lowered her head back down to his neck. She slid her tongue up to his ear again and moaned another whisper as her hips swayed back gently so that he could feel her wet slit on his cock.
"I know it's difficult Lucky," she moaned as he felt her fingers lift his cock up and press it against her cunt. "I hate that it has to be you, but it does have to be you." She cried softly as she filled herself with his meet.
He pressed his hands firmly to her back as she started grinding her hips around, feeling him inside of her. He could feel the passion in her movements. He could feel that she meant it. He lied as still as he could as she worked herself on him. He could feel her love.
"I'm really proud of you," she moaned in his ear as her cunt tightened around his cock. "You are the perfect man." He felt her pussy close around him and began to pulsate as she orgasmed.
He would be able to last much longer and, in truth, didn't want to. She continued to ride him as he felt her true concern and love flow through him. She really did care. Maybe it was for the best. Who was he to make such an important decision by himself anyway?
His dick swelled and he knew it was time.
"Cum on baby," she cried as her hips bounced on him. "Give it to me!"
Another strike of lightning flashed and he could see her face stuck with a smile as her eyes were narrow. What was she smiling about? It didn't look like a smile from passion like he was used to. It looked like a smile of accomplishment. Was she using the same science on him that she had given him to perform on other women? Was she somehow linked to making him do what she wanted? Was he just a puppet to her?
He grabbed her hips and tried to throw her off of him, but it was no use. Her hold was too strong on his psyche. She giggled as he could feel his balls tighten. There was nothing that he could do. He was powerless and would soon explode inside of her, strengthening his bond to her goals.