“Sshh.” She put her arm around his shoulders, laying her head against his and giving him a gentle squeeze. “You didn’t know he was responsible for my death.”
“No, Miss Lady. I didn’t. If I had known … if I had thought that he would do that … “
“Vertis, you told me a long time ago that sometimes there were holes in the visions you saw.” She patted his hand, covering it with her own. “I know that you would have saved me if you could have.”
Vertis swallowed past the orange-sized lump in his throat. “You were always so kind to me, Miss Lady. I would never have allowed any harm to come to you.”
Angelica blinked past her tears, trying to steady her voice. “I know, Vertis. That’s why I’m here now.” She took a deep breath and calmed herself.
Time for the leap of faith
. “You do know why I’m here, don’t you?”
Vertis smiled, nodding. He had never had so lovely a model for a portrait in his life, especially not one who was titled. At first, he had been concerned that she would be disgusted by the poor state of his home and studio, but she hadn’t cared. In the thirteen visits it took to complete the preliminary part of the painting, he had boards to repair his flooring, a new rug for the living room area and a set of pigments from Paris, France.
And even after the portrait was done, she still came to visit, bringing him hot tea and cookies and books that she thought he’d be interested in. He wasn’t sure how to react at first. He’d never had a beautiful woman as a friend. Angelica had proven that she cared for him and he was grateful for her friendship. So when she asked for the portrait, he couldn’t deny her. And when she asked for his special service …
“Yes, Miss Lady. I know.”
Her smile was sincere albeit it tremulous. “And I hope you know what I’m here for.”
Vertis stood and strode to a storage room of his studio, yet another boon from serving her. He lifted the framed painting that he’d kept for nearly 10 years and tugged it into daylight. Sheets of dust melted from its face when he blew on it and realized that his vision had been unerringly true. He had been terrified when he’d had the vision; now, he was downright petrified because a life-or-death decision had been involved in the dream. Her life or her death.
“Here it is.” He held up the canvas and couldn’t help the tears that ran down his face. “Is this what you’re looking for?”
“Yes, Vertis.” Angelica arose and took the framed painting from his grip. “It’s perfect.”
*****
They had agreed on this. Angelica sat in a cushioned chair, just inches from him, naked and with a leg draped over the arm. Her reddish-blonde curls glinted in the candlelight, cascading over pearly shoulders and hiding the rosy tips of her breasts in shadow. Her long fingers threaded through her shorter curls, casually sliding over her rising clit and lazily slipping into her heated and well-moistened canal, keeping herself prepared for him.
Rik was seated on a chair opposite her, careful not to touch her but as close as he possibly could be. His dark wavy hair was loose, framing his handsome face. One of his muscled arms lay on the chair’s arm, the other was moving slowly, attached to the hand that leisurely stroked his thick tube of meat. The pre-cum glistened in the candlelight, steadily pumping from the large slit and he liberally lubricated himself, using the slick juice to his advantage.
It was almost time. He could no longer see through her flesh. She was becoming solid, just as she had promised she would. Both of them had been so excited to see her wet footprints on the floor after her shower just minutes earlier. It signaled just how close they were to becoming one and instantly added to the sexual tension that already polluted the atmosphere. The apex would last for two days and both wanted it to be two days of nothing but sex. Rik had rented the hotel room so that they would not be disturbed and had selected one with a kitchenette and had laid a good store of food in so that they wouldn’t have to leave. They had agreed that they wanted nothing more than to spend the entire time in each other’s arms.
The clock on the mantel gave a sudden, loud click and a melodious chime echoed through the room. Angelica’s heart thumped painfully in her chest, her eyes locked to Rik’s, almost fearing him as he stood, pushing the chair back and extended his arm, silently asking for her hand. She stood, shakily at first, then took a steady step forward, raising her arm and letting her hand slowly fall …
*****
Frederick was perfect. It was nearly one o’clock and he had scrubbed and preened himself until he was the perfect masculine idol for Angelica. He knew that she would be angry with him, but he knew that once she saw his shiny, golden hair and his spectacular body, she’d forgive him for having murdered her all those years ago.
Russell had bought him a set of silk pajamas and he donned them and pulled the chaise in front of the portrait, his mouth dry while his shriveled prick awoke and lifted, filling with blood.
Finally
. Ravenstone took a deep breath, trying not to giggle like a silly child as he awaited Angelica’s arrival. She would be so surprised to see him awaiting her instead of that … that …
kid
. He gave a loving stroke to his cock, licking his lips and thinking about the sweet payoff that lay ahead: Angelica supine below him, her pussy wide open and sopping wet as he plowed into her, breaking her precious hymen and pumping her full of his seed. Her untried womb would accept his offering and soon, a child would grow,
his
child and with that, he would achieve his greatest dream. Immortality.
The alarm clock rang, a single solemn note and the beautiful woman on the canvas began to awaken and move. Her luminous eyes fell upon him, shining with love and concern. She gracefully stepped out of the frame, her dress billowing behind her.
“You’re here. You’re really here.”
“Yes.” Ravenstone could only watch as she approached him, kneeling between his legs and gazing at his drooling meat. “I didn’t mean to kill you. Can you forgive me? All I want to do is love you and make a child with you.”
“Oh, Frederick! I know that you didn’t mean to kill me.” Her voice was strange, different. It was Angelica’s voice, but not quite … he didn’t know what it was but something … something wasn’t right.
“Uh, Angelica … “
Her smile was sweet as she licked her lips, edging closer to his stiff prick. “And remember all those times that you forced me to suck your cock?” Ravenstone remembered. Angelica had hated to suck his cock but he forced her to learn to like it. She had even learned to allow him to face fuck her, vomiting only twice during their daily sessions. He had even liked the vomit, too, especially when he forced her to continue sucking.
“Yes, I remember.”
“I’ve learned to like it now.” Without another word, she bent and took his aching tool into her mouth, her tongue roughly lapping at his head and swallowing his thick stalk.
“Ah, yes.” His breath left in a stagger from his lungs accompanied by a delicious shudder. It had been a long time since he’d had his prick sucked and an even longer time since it had been his intended. It made it all the more exciting because it was her. She belonged to him and she was finally where she belonged. On her knees, enthusiastically servicing him. He felt her tongue working its magic on him, moving around the head and slipping along the ridge. “Suck harder.”
An involuntary groan escaped his mouth as she increased the pressure. His balls tingled when she took his entire length into his mouth and her soft lips touched his sac. He liked the feel of that and as if she could read his mind, she briefly left his stalk and licked his nuts, sucking them into her mouth and running her tongue over them. Quickly, she returned to his cock, sucking hard on it, bringing him closer and closer to the edge until finally,
“Ah, yes, darling. Yes, just like that. Oh, here it comes. Swallow my seed!”
Stars burst in his eyes as he exploded into her mouth, squirting down her throat and into her belly. He watched her cheeks bulge out, then flex as she swallowed his sperm, struggling for a moment with the size of his load, then easily accommodating the subsequent squirts. He was so proud of her. She didn’t miss a drop.
“My turn.”
Frederick heard her whisper but ignored it. A woman’s pleasure didn’t matter. He was very surprised to find himself on his back, reclining on the chaise with Angelica perched on his chest. “Angelica, get off of me.”
“No.” She moved up, pinning his arms with her legs and pulling the hem of her dress up to expose her musky patch. “You’ve never cared to take care of me. You’re going to take care of me now.”
“Angelica … get off!”
“I intend to.” She dropped her muff directly onto his mouth, rubbing her wet slit across his lips. The marquess squirmed and she reached back and grabbed his now-limp prick. “Now suck me or I’ll wrench it off.” He had no choice but to obey her. He stuck his tongue out and tentatively tasted her. It wasn’t bad but it wasn’t something he thought he could learn to like. No matter. He only had to do it this once.
He worked his tongue into the slimy slit, closing his eyes and licking up and down, up and down. Her sighs and moans told him that he was doing well but something changed a few seconds later. At the top of her mound was a tiny bit of flesh that now grew. At first, it was the size of a raisin, then a grape and then with great horror, it lengthened, pressing its way down his throat and threatening to make him gag. Her angelic face only bore a smile.
She sat back, pulling her thick length of cock from his throat, leaving him gazing at her with confused, wild eyes. “Do you like my cock, Frederick?” He looked down and saw that somehow, her slick slit had changed into a man’s cock and two furred testicles swayed just below. Meeting her eyes, he nodded negatively, receiving her smile. “Well, too bad. You’ll have to learn to like it … “ She straddled his face, rubbing pre-cum across his closed lips until he gasped in indignation. Her thick cock slid into his mouth and she flexed her hips, driving down his throat. “Just as I did.”
Frederick’s choke of despair went unheard as Angelica began to face fuck the Marquess of Ravenstone with vengeance.
