Possessed by Bored Gees

POSSESSED BY BORED GEEKS FROM ANOTHER WORLD

Chapter 11 Desdemona and the dancer

Hans had sat across from Rich for an hour and not recognized him until he was spouting off. Twilight was wearing the same body and he instantly recognized her spirit. He had felt her eyes on him and turned to see her standing there watching him. He knew she would be. Clay's golden waves of hair, sparkling green eyes did not fool him. She wore the same expensive layers of clothing. Clay looked like a model in them. Rich had looked like he put them on for a costume party and could not wait to get out of them, as if he were drowning in clothes. Twilight looked like she had just pulled something out of her closet to meet up with him.

When she smiled at him, he saw HER smile. When she moved, he could tell it was her. She made the muscular adventurer seem a little effeminate, but definitely drew his interest. She took his hand and they felt a tiny shock between them. A thrill ran down Hans' spine and he felt like his vagina would start percolating if he was not careful. Hans had been brought up to be hard and tough, just holding his wife's hand in this world made him feel soft and warm and cherished. Interlinking their fingers was making Hans all warm and melty, what would a kiss do?

Un knew he should stay with the party, but now that they were out of the dungeon, he could not force himself to stay in this cold unresponsive bitch one more minute. Trey should be the one acting as tour guide anyway, she was the one tasked with making this side work, but she spent less time here than anyone but Two-bit. He left Sara, Faux and Ilsa with instructions to get the riders back to the stable safely and have Faux message him if anything came up. Then he beat a hasty retreat, his body aching as a cowboy's must after trying to break an unwilling filly.

Sara, Faux and Ilsa trailed behind the two lovers. The couple was not consciously aware of it but they were drawn to the sound of music. Roads leading to a square around a park in front of them had been blocked off with ropes and ribbons. A cute dog person couple was celebrating their wedding. For a small fee the OWL party could enter and join the celebration. The money collected would go to the newlyweds.

The honeymoon couple looked relaxed, with their ears flopping down and huge irrepressible grins on their faces. Their friends had woven flowers into their hair. It looked quite romantic.

There was food. Skewers of meat and vegies marinated with a local sauce then barbequed to perfection. Pastries filled with a savory meat sauce or a sweet fruit compote and served warm from the beehive oven in the square. Delicious smells filled the air. Part of the price of the sales went to help the honeymooners, so eating like a pig was actually generosity toward the newlyweds.

There were games. Hans got drafted with the unmarried women to play at apples on a string. They were each lined up in front of an apple dangling from a thread and had to try to eat it without the use of their hands. Hans was bowing forward to be level with the apple since Desdemona was so tall. The apple swung away from her mouth as the party goers laughed at the unfortunate maidens who could not get a bite. Hans found himself blushing bright red as the wedding party laughed.

A few of the maidens were having success. Hans felt the apple bounce off her nose and roll off of her cheek and begin to swing wildly. She found herself chasing the elusive apple with her mouth, lightly bruising her lips and blushing furiously as the partiers hooted at her and the other frustrated ladies.

The dog lady next to her was near tears when her boyfriend stepped up to help her. Between them they pinned the apple in place so her competitor could begin taking pristine little bites while her lover steadied the naughty apple. The audience loved it and cheered the couple.

"That's no fair! She's cheating!" Hans protested she stomped her feet and pouted as the 'judges' ignored or openly supported the cheaters.

A moment later Twilight stepped up to help her. Clay was shorter than Desdemona, so he was less bent forward than her, but the apples were strung for dog folks so both of them were a bit tall compared to their prey. They were literally after low hanging fruit. Clay's hands were loosely tied with ribbon behind his back to remind him "No hands!". Desdemona had her clasped hands behind her back and was bent forward a bit more due to height differences.

They almost had the apple trapped when Hans got too impatient and pressed forward too quickly. The apple rolled out of her way and her lips clamped onto Clay's mouth instead. It was a strange sensation. Clay's waves of golden hair held a slightly musky scent from his shampoo that was causing Hans' hidden female folds to melt and swell with lust. Clay's sparkling green eyes burned with Twilight's desire and the couple found themselves stealing more "forbidden kisses" while attempting to ambush the apple. The crowd of 'judges' roared their approval. Hans felt himself blossoming as a woman inside of Desdemona, responding to a strange, handsome man's burning kisses which were lips held by Clay, but somehow felt like Twilight's smouches. Hans had the strange sensation of cheating on his wife, with his wife, who was somehow a man.

They probably would have been there until dawn, but Twilight finally opened her mouth incredibly wide and bit into the mischievous apple. Then she held their hapless prey steady for Hans to nibble on. The apple was crisp and tart (perhaps an encouragement to pucker?) and very juicy. Hans found a little of the juice escaped his/her mouth and ran down to drip off Desdemona's dimpled chin. Their faces were practically touching. It was very intimate while their actions were definitely on exhibit to the crowd of merry makers. It was intense.

Hans' reward for successfully subjugating the malicious delicious fruit was a blue flower woven from bright blue thread. The decorative flower was a 'free' prize for competing. In order to pin it to her blouse Twilight had to buy a sliver pin with money she borrowed from Faux.

The riders did not have any money in this world. They had to run and borrow it from Aunty Faux, who was always willing to help her kittens. Most of the money went to buy treats, sweet and savory snacks. Since Desdemona and Hans did not know the local dialect Faux or Sara would interpret. Although it was much less of a problem for Twilight since Clay understood it and he would help.

Twilight did find a nice set of black combs to decorate Desdemona's silver hair. Hans blushed bright red as his wife placed them in his hair. Then she placed a kiss on his lips. Hans was about to plant a kiss of his own when he was dragged away to dance.

There were two circles of dancers. One for men and one for women. The women's circle was much larger. Faux and Sara were coaching him and Desdemona was giving him tips, so he was picking it up very quickly. He was an excellent dancer on Earth but he had a love hate relationship with it. His ride had learned the sacred dances of the Luce sisters and the folk dances of Safe Harbor. She was learning the local dance quickly. Hans' years of experience from actually dancing, watching dancers in movies and entertainment shows as well as live performances suddenly kicked in. He/she was instantly dancing at a new level. He felt the energy of the crowd watching him. Realizing he was part of the 'chorus' he began trying hard not to steal the show, and give the others their share of the spotlight.

The crowd roared their approval at the end of the dance.

"Excusez-moi!" The tall dark-haired man was holding out his arms in an invitation to dance. "Mademoisel?" His dark eyes flashed as Hans folded demurely into his arms.

The band was starting to play "In the Mood" and in a moment Hans was swirling off in a fast-paced swing dance with the dark stranger. He felt his dance ability bump up again in response to the handsome stranger. Hans had danced in swing competitions but he had always been the lead. His handsome partner was pressing him to his limits and the boost arrived just in time.

Twilight was no slouch at swing dancing and leading was no problem for her, she routinely danced the male parts in rehearsal to help her fellow performers practice. Her goal was to hook up with her mate, but she had to work her way through a crowd of women to get there. There seemed to be a lot more women than men, some of them were dancing with each other. It felt like a sock hop.

She made it through "Rocking round the clock" and "Boogie woogie bugle boy" before she caught up with Hans and cut in. There was no doubt Twilight and the dark stranger were in competition for her lover. Soon Hans felt like he was being passed back and forth like the only joint at a doper party.

The stranger was from an adventure party, the Iron Moths. Their dark-haired leader was known as Dancer, and he was the only man in their party. His sister was his second in command. They definitely had a reputation for being strange. They routinely spoke to each other in a language they had made up called French. They also grew faster in the dungeon than normal pulling their teammates up with them. The siblings had been drafted for the king's service and trained to fight for his army when the peace accords took place. The fifty-year war ended before their first major battle and they were decommissioned here at the city of Iron Port.

Dancer and his sister were from a country no one had ever heard of, that was located 'far away'. They knew songs nobody had ever heard before. They knew dances no one had ever seen. First, they taught them to their party when they were relaxing. Then because their party had a lot of beast kin relatives in town they began to share them with the families of their party members when they got together. They came to this square often to relax with friends and family.

The sun was starting to dye the morning sky when Twilight and Hans made it to the front porch. They were linked arm and arm and both of them felt a warm glow from their evening out. Their rides had faded to the background and the married couple felt especially close. Their steps were light as if they were walking on air.

They were late returning home. There would be a fine. The couple felt a bit guilty. They were millionaires so the fine was not a real deterrent but made them feel a bit naughty, as if they had broken their curfew.

They were followed by Faux who had loaned a lot of money and would make it all back with interest when she settled accounts with Master Stylus Goldmann. The crazy looking cat woman was humming 'In the mood' to herself, but it sounded almost like purring.

Behind her were Sara and Ilsa. The two of them had danced together a lot at the party despite their difference in height. Ilsa was a very stiff partner and Sara had criticized her for it. Which resulted in Faux teasing the mismatched pair without mercy. Toward the end of the dance Ilsa was finally showing signs of relaxing. The Captain of the OWL party had a tendency to take everything too seriously. Sara had her hand on Ilsa's arm as they walked, somehow it felt right.

Hans drew Twilight close to him. The cheerful chirping of the night insects was fading, the morning birds were waking with the sun and greeting the day with their songs. Hans pressed his warm lips against Twilight's and felt that all was right with his world. Then Twilight took charge, wrapped him in her strong arms and kissed him back with passion. A charge ran through the lovers as they bonded with a deep kiss and returned to their world.

Clay's heart was pounding, his tongue was deep inside Desdemona's mouth, her tongue was wrestling with his when their riders dismounted. The handsome warrior's cock was not just rock hard, it was throbbing. He had withdrawn to the corner of his mind to give the couple some privacy and they had left him inside of Desdemona ready to erupt. His little head was leaking a little precum and demanding release, but he was somehow able to cool down and slowly disengage from the fiery steed. He was not sure if his face was burning from arousal or embarrassment. He was sure that kiss would not pass the husband test with his wives. Desdemona looked like she was starting to return to herself as well, her glazed eyes were regaining their focus. Her face was flushed red and her breathing as rapid as if she had run a race. Her breath tasted like the mint they had been chewing on from the wedding punch. As he pulled free of the castaway, a thin string of saliva still connected them when Mrs. Gray opened the front door.

"Welcome Home!"