The Eros of Her Ways
by Mooncatx
the Bliss Crimson
PREVIOUSLY ON GARGOYLES
The Weird Sisters : "Oberon's law magically forbids us from directly interferring in human events"
The Archmage : "The law that cannot be broken can surely be bent."
The Weird Sisters : "This is true."
-Avalon
Lord Oberon : "Fox has turned out to be regrettably human, and thus we cannot interfer with her life. However, the baby is still of our blood. And if it pleases you to take him, you have my permission."
*Fox blasts Lord Oberon with a bolt of magic*
Goliath : "This changes everything!"
- The Gathering
"Though she now escape you, she soon will follow; though she take not gifts from you,
she will give them: though she love not, yet she will surely love you even unwilling."
-Invocation to Aphrodite
PROLOGUE:
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Oberon's body arched, his cry of passion echoing through the secluded forest glade. The milk pale female beneath him bucked in response to her lord's powerful rut. Head thrashing, her golden hair whipped at both their nude bodies, sparks of power flaring briefly with each strike of a golden strand against their sweat slick, glistening skin. Each thrust went deeper than the last, till the Ruler of Avalon peaked in his pleasure...
Bruno's breath whuffed through his ski mask in sheer disgust as he stared at the ruined remains of the papyrus.. The brittle material had crumbled in his grasp, leaving him cursing a blue streak.. His partner had already gotten the other items stowed in the carrysack and was headed for the door. Bruno cast about frantically for an a substitute. Another display immediately caught his eye. One ancient Greek poet was the same as the other, right? Bruno didn't argue the difference, but grabbed the nearest papyrus roll from the other display...
Elisa slouched at her desk, frowning at the latest robbery report. Pushing the fall of her dark hair back from her face, she tried to ignore the raised voices coming from the Captain's office.
The papers had already picked up the story, and Maria Chavez was calling Matt Bluestone on the carpet for talking to the press. The new female reporter for THE DAILY TATTLER had led him to believe she was part of the Museum staff, and coaxed a few quotes from Elisa's partner before he'd caught on. Now the evening edition had Bluestone's picture as the chief investigator by the headline:
New York Police Hunt Antiquities Thieves,
Gargoyles Expert Matt Bluestone Investigates
Police are still searching for clues after thieves stole valuable Greek Artifacts from the Metro Museum.
A man walked into the museum five minutes before closing time on Friday night, pointed a submachine gun at an guard and stood watch while two accomplices already inside snatched the items from their display. The robbers sped away in a van parked by the museum. Police found the van, but not the thieves or the artifacts, which museum officials say were collectively insured for 13 million dollars.
"We're working with witness accounts and technical evidence, but there is no lead pointing to any certain direction," police spokesman and expert on gargoyles, Matt Bluestone said, "We're still dependent on getting information from ... anyone who might have seen anything."
The robbers spoke English, he said, and police were presuming they were still in the country. The international police agency Interpol was notified anyway, he said. Of the artifacts he added, "In these cases it's normal that the ... robbers stash them away for a while."
On loan to the Museum, the artifacts were: a small lyre, (an ancient musical insturment), papyrus containing fragments of lyric love poetry, and a small statuette, a nude female figure on a shell shaped pedestal. These items had been reliably dated to 600 b.c.
"It's a great loss to the museum," acting museum director Tori Gunn said. "The papyrus, supposedly written in the hand of Alcaeus."
The Metro Museum's collections contain about 1500 artifacts from this period of Greco Roman history, which includes several valuable sculptures. It is assumed these three items were taken while others, just as valuable were ignored, was because these were small, and easy to transport. Art experts and police said it will be hard to sell artifacts because buyers and auction houses will either know, or demand proof of, the item''s origins. Tom Gates, a noted archeologist and professor at NYU, said there is no open market for the artifacts and "the whole robbery is absurd."
"The items will eventually return to the museum," Gates claims. " No collector wants to buy something that you can't show."
However, it seems the New York Police Department feels otherwise.
"Either someone ordered those artifacts, some millionaire who wants to peek at them in his safe, or the thieves will try and blackmail the museum" by demanding a ransom for their safe return, Bluestone conjectured, "We'll be seeking every avenue of investigation."
Matt Bluestone was still wincing as he returned to his desk, his hang dog expression far from the snappy confidence of his newspaper picture.
"Hey Matt, don't take it so hard." Elisa walked over and laid a sympathetic hand on his shoulder, "That could have happened to anybody. That blonde had me fooled too, until the Museum Curator asked who she was."
"Yeah, but you aren't the one who got pumped for information, and his picture plastered on the front page." her partner's tone was as glum as his face.
"That's because I don't volunteer any information to anyone unless it's absolutely necessary. Remember Matt, a good cop trusts no one." Elisa advised a grin taking the sting out of her lecture, "Think of it this way, it looks like an uncomplicated snatch and grab. We'll put pressure on the local fences, and who knows, we might get lucky. Right now our case load is pretty thin, thanks to the help from our *friends*, so we can give this robbery our full attention for now."
Matt's gaze sharpened as he focused on Elisa's emphasis on the word 'friends'. He knew she was referring to Goliath and his gargoyle clan, who'd helped out Elisa so many times before.
"Do you think our friends might be able to help with this case?" Bluestone asked thoughtfully.
Elisa shook her head, sorry to disappoint her partner, "Don't think so. They're great for helping out when a crime's in progress, or apprehending a perp running from the scene... but after the fact? Much as I appreciate their enthusiasm for protecting the city, they are not exactly up to an ongoing police investigation. This is going to be old fashioned legwork my friend. I think this might be one case without any gargoyle involvement."
***
FOUR WEEKS LATER...
Demona laid out the objects on the carefully prepared white marble slab that acted as her alter tonight. Small brass bowls filled with sea salt held burning mixtures of Frankincense and Myrrh, scenting the air with bitter fragrance. A glass pitcher of golden honey mead stood ready for pouring in offering around the small statuette of the goddess. Fresh quince fruits were laid at the statue's feet.
No electric lights, no candles... only the strong light of a full moon pouring through the glass faced wall illuminated the CEO's office at Nightstone Unlimited... and the lush, bared curves of it's sole occupant. The golden head band that usually held her tousled, dark red hair away from her face was set aside, along with the brief halter and loin cloth she usually wore. Her arm bracelet, and her anklet were removed as well. The only ornament Demona wore was the silver moonlight spilled across her oiled and gleaming azure skin.
Normally Demona would not compromise her identity as Dominique Destine, but this room had the perfect lunar exposure. The vengence she had planned for those who had earned her wrath was *worth* the use of her own human identity's office.
It was finally the fourth day of the month. She'd had to wait weeks since the human lackeys she'd hired had procured the final items necessary. Weeks before she could truly show Goliath that no human was to be trusted. Now that all was in place at the proper time, let him experience first hand the heart rending pain when his pretty Elisa betrayed him. His human mate with his human ally.
Demona shivered in rage, remembering the scene of Goliath and Elisa on a remote rooftop, locked together in a passionate embrace. They had not seen her, and she'd been too shocked by their intimate pose to do more than fly away on unsteady wings. Afterwards she'd channeled the fierce disgust she felt at the unnatural coupling of gargoyle and human into a search for a spell that would destroy Goliath's trust in his mate forever. It had taken days of feverish searching through tomes so old they all but crumbled at her touch. But she'd finally found it. The *perfect* revenge.
Goliath had always blamed her hatred of humans as the cause for all her sorrows. Tonight, she'd prove to him that his love for humans would be the same for him.
Like Helen of Troy, his Elisa would bring down an empire.
Demona gave a dark, throaty laugh. The beauty part was that not only Goliath and Elisa would be punished, but another thorn in her side would be eliminated as well. All with no blood shed on her own talons. It would be a subtle, sneaky vengence. One they could not defend against, nor attribute to her. Hah...! She grinned fiercely, amused to think of what it would take for them to even suspect. Perhaps, when dust had settled, she might step forward and claim responsibility... perhaps not. Angela cared so for her father and that... woman. Demona was reluctant to add yet another wedge between herself and her daughter.
Shaking out her untamed riot of spiky curls, Demona focused on the ritual at hand. It was not so much a spell, as and invocation. A bargaining of sorts. But to gain the results she desired, things had to be exactly right.
It had been a stroke of good fortune that an original fragment of Alcaeus' work had been mentioned in the Patron's Newsletter she received from the Metro Museum. Sometimes being the well known and wealthy Dominique Destine had it's hidden advantages. Her company often donated for the upkeep of various charities... including that museum.
Alcaeus's work was especially well suited as a spell component for the effect she wanted. Though... Demona frowned at the fragile papyrus... She wasn't overly familiar with ancient Greek poetry, but the tone of these words seemed different than the other works she vaguely remembered reading. It had been his rich description of the adulterous, love spelled Helen that had led her to choose his work.
. . and fluttered the heart of Argive Helen, in her breast. Maddened with passion for the man from Troy, the traitor-guest. She followed him over the sea in his ship leaving her child at home and her husband's richly covered bed. Her heart persuaded by desire...
Demona took a deep breath and dispelled her doubts. No matter. Even if she was unfamiliar with *this* piece of work, it relationship to the same author would work just as well. As all pieces of work from the same artist were one, so even would this salvaged scrap of poetry harken to the other. And this poem's wording would fit her intent just as well. Her contacts in the museum had authenticated the papyrus as the original work of Alcaeus. All would proceed according to plan.
Taking up the small golden lyre, Demona stroked it's strings experimentally. The tone, for something so ancient, was surprisingly sweet. Her talons plucked with deceptive gentleness as she read aloud. Speaking slowly, for the faded Greek words on the papyrus was a torturously old dialect to translate...
"Throned in splendour, deathless, O Aphrodite, child of Zeus, charm fashioner,
I entreat you not with griefs and bitterness to break my spirit, O goddess:
Standing by me rather, if once before now far away you heard, when I called upon you, left your father's dwelling place and descended,
yoking the golden chariot to sparrows, who fairly drew you down in speed aslant the black world,
the bright air trembling at the heart to the pulse of countless fluttering wingbeats."
Though the office was carefully climate controlled, and no window or door stood open, a wind rushed through the room. The small eddies of smoke from the burning incense stretched out thinly, silver grey threads.
"Swiftly then they came, and you, blessed lady, smiling on me out of immortal beauty,
asked me what affliction was on me, why I called thus upon you,
what beyond all else I would have befall my tortured heart:
"Whom then would you have Persuasion force to serve desire in your heart?"
There was the sound like the rapid beating of many tiny wings. Demona shivered as the smoke thickened, the moonlight turning the unnatural mist into a glimmering web of silver light... She continued to play the lyre, and to chant out the final words...
In such guise come even again and set me free from doubt and sorrow;
accomplish all those things my heart desires to be done; appear and stand at my shoulder
"Who is it, my sweet one, that has hurt you?"
Demona started as a melodic, female voice spoke beside her. Turning around slowly, she could see no one else with her in the silver fog. Laughter, sweet and slightly mocking echoed through the office.
"Why have you summoned me, my pretty gargoyle?"
Demona felt a prickle that ran from the base of her quietly lashing tail, to the nape of her neck. It was as though the speaker were standing right behind her, leaning over her shoulder to breath softly in her ear. She did not like the casual familiarity the speaker took. Demona was not used to endearments from summoned spirits.
"Whose... hearts... do you seek to entwine?"
She'd been expecting something like this, but still the disembodied voice disturbed her. Demona prided herself on her stength. But a voice in the dark had her trembling like a hatchling. She did not allow her voice to tremble though, as she spoke the names.
"Xanatos and Elisa Maza!"
"Two? Well then, two it shall be. Set the limits for those who will be subject to the bonds of your passion"
Demona frowned at the mirth bubbling in the voice. She'd heard it's like before. But she would not be distracted by petty details when her revenge was so close at hand.
"Always for all I care! As long as they cannot deny their passion for each other, and must sate their lust well and often."
"If that is your will...?"
The voice trailed off, laughing, waiting for the gargoyle's response.
"It is!"
"And you accept the ancient bargain? Gift for gift? The price of flesh that I demand?"
"I do."
Demona's voice was resolute. She had paid greater coin for less over the millennia. From what she had gleaned from the manuscripts she'd read, it would be sexual favors of some sort. But whatever degradation of body this spirit commanded she was prepared to meet. A few distasteful couplings was small price for the satisfaction seeing Elisa Maza and David Xanatos tied together in sexual bondage for eternity. Goliath would not share his mate with other males. And since the spell did not replace former loves and passions, but merely added to them, it would be sweet torment for Maza and Xanatos as well. Mad with love for each other, torn by their love for their former mates...
Laughing, Demona stepped forward and cast the papyrus into the nearest brazier, the dry brittle material igniting immediately, casting up billows of smoke. The air moved in lazy circles that carrying thick silver ropes with it. Demona was soon wreathed in the ghostly coils. The lyre in her hands played without her touch, the vibrations of it's music passing through her like a strange caress... as though the instrument was playing her.
By poetry the enchantment winds,
To lyre notes the passion binds
Love apples and honey flavored heat
The hunger grows with kisses sweet
Each to each the need is shared
Till all entwined their bodies bared
No respite, and no release
Your passions sate or know no peace
Always and forever tied
The bounds by which you must abide
No future spell can this undo
Lovers to each and each to you
As the last words of the spell fell on her ears, Demona's eyes widened in sudden, horrible realization.
"WHAT?!"
Screams of outraged denial soon echoed through the night...
In Avalon, Aphrodite admired Oberon's Mirror. Already it was providing her with rich amusement. Her milk white hands pulled back her long, golden mane, as the view of Demona faded to that of her own fay visage. Oh what had that luscious, crimson tressed gargoyle expected? Summoning the goddess of love and beauty with such a stirring reading of Sappho's passionate invocation? Laughing, Aphrodite scanned the mirror for the one named Xanatos.
With Lord Oberon's edict against direct tampering with humans in mind, Aphrodite's eyes lit with a wicked gleam. After all, the rules that could not be broken could be bent. Even Oberon could not disapprove the wiles she was weaving. Leaning forward as the mirror's surface changed again, she watched the planted seeds of passion bloom...
THE NEXT DAY
Fox listened to David's slow steady breathing as they lay cuddled in bed. The temporary white streak in his dark hair had mostly smudged out. She leaned over and stroked his rumpled hair, kissing the side of his face while he slept. Last night had been incredible. They'd snuck out of the movie premiere they'd been attending, giggling and chuckling like teenagers, groping at each other in the Limo. She would have blamed it on the champagne, but neither of them had more than a glass apiece. Maybe it was just the thrill of freedom after weeks of hard work. David with his financial empire, and Fox with her magical studies with Alex.
Owen had thought both she and her son could benefit from being tutored together. If she'd realized what a stern task master the human guised Puck would be, Fox might not have agreed so readily. Still, there was a certain satisfaction from mastering even the most simple spells. It almost made up for the fact that her infant son could literally work circles around her.
She and her husband hadn't had more than a few moments together for several days. Absence was said to make the heart grow fonder. Then again, Fox smiled in satisfaction, it just might be that she and David were a perfect match, in and out of bed. But whatever the reason, the sex had been exceptionally good. They'd stretched their limits, mentally as well as physically. Experimented with new fantasies...
With a feline stretch, Fox slipped from the bed covers. She shivered as the cool morning air hit her bared skin, her nipples tightening in response to the memories of passion as much as the chill. Casting about for a wrap, Fox's eye lighted on the red bomber jacket she'd worn during part of their role play. The one David had stripped from her body before cuffing her to the bed. Fox smothered a laugh as she imagined what any of the gargoyle clan might have thought, hearing David calling Elisa's name in passion. Or her own voice cursing Tony Dracon for "taking advantage" of her.
But the gargoyles perches were far from the Xanatos private bed chamber, and the special additions David had modeled the room with made it virtually sound proof. They could have had a Roman Orgy at full blast, and not had anyone the wiser unless they had their ear pressed against the door. And even if trust was a fragile and strained thing between the gargoyles and Xanatos, no one in Goliath's clan would stoop to snoop. It was one of their endearingly naive quailities.
Fox slipped into Elisa's jacket. The gargoyles' little police friend had left it at the castle during her last visit. The dog days of summer had made even night time too warm for heavy clothing. But the controlled climate of the castle's central air was a little much for Fox's nakedness. Turning up the collar, Fox inhaled the spicy scent of leather, and something uniquely Elisa. Mmmmm... It was the jacket that had inspired their wicked little scenario last night. Fox planned to return the jacket to Maza, none the worse for wear.
Fox's hand drifted from the collar down to her breasts, slipping beneath the red leather to stroke the still hard peaks. Her breath hissed back in her throat as her own caress sent electric thrills chasing downwards. Eyes slitted with pleasure, Fox had to restrain herself from letting her other hand dip down to cup the mound of her sex, or even playing with the short, silky red curls there. She didn't need to touch herself there to know that she was beginning to moisten with desire.
Abandoning her plan to take a morning shower, Fox padded back to her sleeping husband.
"David." she called softly, crawling back onto the bed, "Daaaaaavid."
"Mrmph?" Xanatos blinked sleepily up at the woman straddling him, eyes still blurry from sleep.
All he could make out was naked flesh and a red jacket, and long hair falling over him like a veil.
"Why Detective Maza, this is an unexpected pleasure." he began, his trademark grin slipping into place...
Dominique Destine paced her office. The remains of her ritual had long been cleared away, and she was not only dressed, but over dressed. Despite the heat, Demona had garbed herself in her most conservative, concealing, human clothes. A high collared, long sleeved victorian blouse. A severe, black linen business jacket, and matching skirt. The skirt was the longest in her wardrobe, it's hem fell beneath her knees. Black, patent leather boots buttoned up the sides reached up over her calves, completely covering the rest of her. It was as if she thought the clothes would armor her against the dreaded back fire of her spell. She still didn't know what had gone wrong. Her bright green eyes flashed with fury, and... fear.
She had set up a meeting that afternoon with the one man who might be able to help her out of this dreadful affair. No! Not affair! Trap! This dreadful TRAP! Demona shook the word affair from her mind. Her full lips pursed as she considered what she planned to do. First, she'd see how bad the effects of the spell really were. Maybe she was making a mountain out of a mole hill.
She clung to that thought desperately. After all, this was a working through a supernatural being, not her own direct manipulation of magical forces. A goddess who's temples had lain empty for centuries before the gargoyle who'd become Demona was hatched.
How much power could one over-sexed Greek deity have anyways?
The buzz on her intercom interrupted her train of thought.
"Ms. Destine? Mr. Xanatos has arrived early. Shall I send him in or have him wait?"
Biting off a curse, Demona answered through gritted teeth,"Send him in."
Fox snarled as she cut through the New York traffic. Because of a series of accidents and summertime road work, speed had slowed to a point where it was all but congealed. This did not help her deteriorating mood at all. The day had started out so perfectly. David had woken up ready and willing. Very willing. She could still hear his cry of release, not once but twice during the morning hours of their frentic love making...
Like a woman possessed, Fox had fallen on her husband . The taste of him, his scent adding fuel to the burning flame of her desire. The trappings of a modern, civilized woman shed from her like a snake's skin as she writhed in primitive heat. David had surrendered to her primal hunger, abandoning any attempt at sophistication in their purely animalistic rut. All she'd wanted was him inside her, hard and fast. And David Xanatos was a man to give a woman what she wanted.
She'd arched and bucked beneath him, demanding more. And for long, deliciously torturous moments he'd given it to her, driving her into the bed with the force of his thrusts. Fox had felt herself clasp tightly around him, hot, wet and ready to explode. Almost there...
And then David roared out as his seed gushed within her. Moaning, she'd continued to rock her body against his, milking him, searching for her own orgasm. Yet though she was right on the cusp, it eluded her.
David had kissed her, taking her desperate whimpers into his own mouth. Even though he'd finished, he could tell his wife had not. So he continued to kiss her until she'd calmed somewhat, then continued to kiss his way down to her very sensitive breasts. Each flick of his tongue was like a tiny shock, each playful nip dragged out a desperate moan. The trail of kisses descended, and David made love to the tender field of his wife's stomach. It was softer since Alex's birth, curving slightly outward, but Fox's dedication to her combat training had kept her deliciously fit. David devoted a long moment to his wife's navel before moving down.
Short, silky red curls formed a small V over Fox's sex, and David pulled back a moment to admire them. The vibrant color against the paleness of his wife's skin, the way her plump mound jutted forward as she canted her hips just so, offering herself to him. He opened her then, exposing the flushed, juicy inner sex. She looked good enough to eat.
So he had. Plying her with his skilled tongue, coaxing her to renewed heights of pleasure with his agile fingers, until Fox was moaning his name with fevered abandon. Long he lingered, pleasuring her with love and enthusiasm... but Fox still hadn't been able to cum. So lost in her need, she begged for him to fuck her. Pleading with pure desperation.
Xanatos had always been a man able to rise to the occasion. His lovemaking to his wife had revived his resilient cock. He slid into her with a single strong thrust, then clasped her tight to him and rolled until their positions were reversed. Fox now mounted above him left no time in beginning a fast, pumping ride. David's breath became ragged as he fought for control, determined not to come before his wife a second time. He thrust upwards in time with Fox's descent, and grasped her hips tightly, his fingers digging hard into the soft tender globes of her flesh. Time lost it's meaning as their world constricted to the sound of their pounding hearts, and wet sound of hard, fast sex.
In the end, after what seemed like an endless rut, David surrendered to his second orgasm. Crying out with despair, Fox had stretched her acting abilities to the limit, and faked her own culmination. Letting her exhausted husband collapse contentedly, amidst the tangled, sweat dampened bed sheets, Fox escaped to their overly sumptuous bathroom. In that spacious chamber, decorated in ornate black marble threaded through with golden mica flecks, Fox had stared at her wild eyed reflection, trying to figure out what was wrong.
It wasn't David. So... it had to be... her.
Finding no answers in her own overly bright gaze, and all but weeping with need, Fox had stepped into the shower. Under a downpour of heated water, she tried to bring herself relief with her own hands. But it was useless. Masturbating hadn't helped at all, and left her only more frustrated and confused. Finally, sobbing in anger and want, she savagely twisted the temperature control to it's coldest setting. Over and over she doused herself with freezing water until her sexual heat had broken down to a manageable level.
When she'd finally emerged, wrapped in a towel, teeth still chattering from the chilly water, it was to find David gone. He had left a note, telling her he had a meeting to get to, and then later he'd be flying out of town for a series of factory tours. "Love You", in large letters had been scrawled on the bottom, almost as an after thought.
Fox was torn between fury and relief. She'd never faked it with David before, and she half expected him to be waiting for her in bed, demanding an explanation. The thought made her knees weaken, since she had none to give. Then there was the part of her that wondered how he could not have noticed that she wasn't really satisfied. That she'd simply acted out her orgasm, and not actually achieved it. Why had she done it? To spare David's feeling? Or her own?
Reluctant to stay in the castle, a troubled Fox had instructed Owen to look after Alex while she returned Elisa Maza's jacket. When Owen had offered to have a flunky take care of the chore for her, Fox all but bit his head off. She hadn't meant to... But her nerves were so stressed. She needed to talk to someone. A female someone. And it had hit her, she didn't really have any girl friends.
Growing up, Fox had found out that her family's money got in the way of sincere friendship. That was in part why she'd been happy to abandon her identity as Janine Renard, and embrace her new persona, Fox. But even as Fox, true friends were few and far between. Not the endless social acquaintances she picked up with careless ease, but the kind of people who she could share something so private, she couldn't even tell David. In fact, Fox could think of only two females that she might trust enough to speak with. Angela, whose stone sleep would keep her unavailable till nightfall, and Elisa Maza. And frankly, Fox didn't think Angela had the life experience to be of any help.
Elisa it was then.
Fox spied a break in traffic, and forced her way in, heedless of the damage that her expensive red sports car might take. She was almost there. Almost to Elisa's apartment building. Fox had a sudden, horrible thought. What if Elisa wasn't home? But the police detective worked the night shift, and odds were very good she was all tucked in bed, sleeping the well earned rest of the just.
Probably in just an oversized t-shirt. Those long, tanned legs exposed as Detective Maza shifted in her sleep. Fox's lips quirked in the first smile she'd had since leaving her bedroom. Lingerie was all very nice, but a lovely woman in a simple shirt could be as sexy as anything from Fredricks of Hollywood. And somehow, Fox couldn't really imagine no-nonsense Elisa sleeping in one of the flimsy, filmy teddies that made David's eyes light up.
Well... maybe she could imagine it a little. Like that dark amber silk number, the golden cloth clinging sensuously to Elisa's delicate curves. Backless, with a low draped neck, it's hemline flirting dangerously with the bottom of her hips...
Fox blinked. She must really be out of sorts to be fantasizing about Elisa. Of course she'd always thought the dark haired police detective was attractive... But Fox didn't think straight laced Elisa Maza would ever consider swinging, much less swinging the other way. Not when there was a handsome brute like Goliath to fill her... nights. And married to David, Fox hadn't really looked at anyone else with any serious heat, male or female for a long while. The games she and her husband liked to play had not yet widened to include other people, except in fantasy role play.
Was that the problem? Fox began to worry that after her past, sexually exotic tastes, being faithfully monogamous with David was somehow inhibiting her. That lasted a second before she shook her head with a smothered bark of laughter. No, that wasn't it at all. David was just as experienced as she, and wickedly inventive. Their sex life together was fantastic. Or... it had been. Fox squirmed in her seat. The unsatisfied fires of lust she'd drowned so mercilessly earlier hadn't died out completely. The smoldering embers still glowed, dull red, banked heat... It was making her uncomfortable.
Xanatos loved his wife passionately. But he was glad to have an excuse for a respite.. Fox had used him to the point of exhaustion this morning, and he'd feared that she'd come out of the bathroom fresh for another round. It wasn't that the spirit was unwilling, but the flesh was alas, only human. He wondered for a moment if Fox's half Fay heritage was responsible for her suddenly insatiable appetite. Whatever the cause, he was not about to face her with less than the ability to completely fulfill her desires.
He had planned to put off this meeting with Nightstone Unlimited's CEO, and spend the day with Fox and Alex. But the phone call he'd received had changed his mind. The original meeting had been to go over a proposed joint venture between Nightstone and Xanatos' robotics' corporation, Scarab. Just another business deal, and easily rescheduled for another day. But when Demona, as Dominique Destine, had called herself... and almost begged to see him, Xanatos knew something was afoot. He'd cleaned up hastily, and headed out before Fox even finished her shower. Xanatos felt a twinge of guilt, at that... but he planned to make it up to Fox later. But for now...
As he stepped into the executive office of Nightstone Unlimited, Xanatos couldn't help but notice the difference in style of Demona's human clothes. It was so severe... yet sexy. There was just something about a beautiful red head... His lips curled up in appreciation, and the realization that while he'd seen pictures of Demona as Dominique, he had yet to meet his sometimes ally, sometimes foe, in her human guise.
The pictures hadn't really done her justice.
"Dominique... That's a new look for you." David Xanatos lifted an approving eyebrow as his gaze wandered up Demona's human figure, "Kind of a 'repressed school teacher/dominatrix' combo. I approve."
"Xanatos! I neither desire nor need your approval." Demona snapped, her nerves on edge.
David Xanatos was dressed in a tasteful storm grey Armani business suit, his dark hair gathered smoothly back in his habitual pony tail, all in all a well groomed picture. But even as a human, Demona's sensitive nose could make out the reek of sex. It clung to him like a deviant perfume.
"You stink!"
David's eyebrow arched higher as he took in Demona's childish insult. He was used to her sharp edged tongue, and perversely appreciated her acerbic wit. But this barb was not her usual caliber.
"Gee, I love you too." he snapped back.
"DON'T SAY THAT!" Demona thundered, green eyes flashing.
Xanatos fought not to jump at the unexpected force of Demona's response. Well now... his eyes narrowed. Something he'd said had hit a nerve.
"Demona, what is this all about? I didn't come all the way over here to exchange playground taunts, or childish yelling matches."
Waiting for her answer, Xanatos couldn't help but notice how Demona's ample chest heaved beneath the stark white blouse. Something really had the old girl worked up.
"My eyes are up *here*, human." Demona's voice dripped quiet acid, as she pointed to her face.
"Sorry, my bad. I've just had a thing for the strict, librarian look." Xanatos grinned as he flipped off a casual apology.
"Really? Sounds like a personal problem to me." Demona sniffed, eying him warily.
This wasn't so bad, she thought. Xanatos was paying a disgusting amount of attention to her female charms, but not any more than any man would. There was no deep lust, or love shining in his eyes.
"Xanatos... Have you felt anything... strange... lately?" Demona tried to raise the matter with more delicacy than she usually showed.
She didn't want to tip him off that she'd laid a spell on him and Elisa, but shehad to know wether or not last night's magic had ensnared herself as well. So far, so good. Even if Xanatos had some kind of perverse attraction for herself, Demona didn't feel at all attracted to him. In fact, all her usual contempt seemed to be in place.
"Strange... how?" Xanatos asked, frowning. "Demona, what kind of game are you playing?"
"Nothing! Nothing... I just wondered. I could not help but notice how you smell of rutting. And how is Fox by the way?" she probed, curiously.
Surely if Xanatos was breeding his wife this morning, it was a sign that he was not lusting after Elisa Maza either. Perhaps the spell last night was a dud on all accounts.
"Fox is fine." David said, perturbed.
So that was what the 'stink' remark was about? Okay, so he hadn't had time for his own shower before leaving, but surely he didn't smell of ...
"And Elisa Maza?" Demona asked.
Demona noticed the dark flush that rose in David's face with interest.
"I believe she's fine as well. But you've never been the good detective's biggest fan, Demona. Why this sudden concern?" Xanatos demanded, using his genuine pique to cover the heat of his blush.
"No concern, Xanatos. It's only that you have her smell on you. Too." Demona said, real puzzlement seeping into her voice.
No longer worried about her own response to Xanatos, she stepped closer to him, leaning in to get a better whiff...
"Hey!" Xanatos backed peddled, "Personal space, Ms. Destine!"
"Hmmm?" Demona blinked and looked up surprised. The expression on Xanatos was rather a rather comical blend of apprehension and confusion.
"Don't worry Xanatos, I don't bite." Demona said, her first real smile of the day playing on her lips, then added archly, "Oh... that's a lie. I guess I do."
Xanatos had halted his retreat, and regained his composure. Demona was acting decidedly odd, but he wasn't about to let her get the upper hand on him. For surreal moment, he'd thought she was about to kiss him. But seeing the familiar cool contempt in her eyes, he knew it was simply a mad fancy. The two of them stood there for a long moment, their bodies so close each could feel the heat radiating from the other...
Elisa yawned as she dragged open her door, and peered past the chain link of her safety lock. Her eyes squinted, then widened as she realized Fox Xanatos was standing outside her apartment. The former actress was looking quite chic, in a light weight designer dress of cerulean blue silk, a shade that complimented her loose tumble of russet red hair, and set off her luminous eyes. Fox's appearance was immaculate, her make up was perfect, not that she needed it with that flawless complexion. She was without a doubt gorgeous.
Elisa hated her.
Here Fox was looking like a cover girl model, while Elisa was in a rumpled flannel nightshirt, with a bad case of bed head. No make-up, and feeling very much like a ragged sparrow next to a flashy jay, the dark haired detective frowned at her unexpected guest. Fox couldn't have shown up at a worst time. Elisa had been deep in a rare, erotic dream. And with as much action as she was getting, Elisa needed her dreams.
She and Goliath had finally acknowledged that there was something between them. Something romantic. Something like... love. But he was still all too conscious of the differences between them. The physical differences. Their nascent love play was slow... tender... Too tender for Elisa's taste. But Goliath would not be rushed, would not chance harming the fragile flower he perceived Elisa to be. For all their heated embraces, and exploring touches... Goliath had yet to over come the fear he might hurt Elisa if they went that final step.
And Elisa was slowly going mad for wanting him. In her dream they'd been together, flying high in the night sky while flowers of fire blossomed around them. And they'd been making love. Powerful, primitive, wonderful love... and she'd almost gotten to the point of sweet release when the hard rap of someone knocking at the front door had jerked her from sleep. Elisa tried to hang on to the memory of the lovemaking as she struggled awake, but as with most of her dreams, the details faded away as soon as Elisa opened her eyes. All she was left with was the achy feeling of arousal, and the frustration of need unfulfilled.
"Fox. This better be good." Elisa griped, in her 'before wake up coffee' growl.
Slipping the chain of the door, Elisa swung it all the way open. Fox hesitated a moment, then strolled in.
"You know Maza, I don't think I've ever seen the inside of your place before." Fox commented idly, taking in the simple, almost spartan decor.
Cagney took the opportunity to rub up against the visitor's ankles, his purr coming out full throttle.
"That's because I've never invited you here before." Elisa said shortly, dragging her hands through her sleep tangled hair, wincing slightly when she encountered snags in the long dark mass.
Fox set the jacket she'd brought up on the back of Elisa's couch, then bent down to pick up Cagney.
"Well hello fella. At least you're glad to see me." she said, supporting him against her chest.
Cagney rumbled in agreement.
"Look, Fox, I don't mean to be rude, but why are you here?" Elisa asked, a slightly hostile edge creeping into her voice.
For a long moment Fox was quiet. Dropping Cagney to the floor she wrapped her arms around herself, suddenly uncertain.
"I... I don't know really." Fox said finally, looking into Elisa's dark, puzzled eyes, "I just needed someone to talk to. I was hoping that someone could be you."
"Me?" Elisa wasn't sure she'd heard right, "Why me?"
"Because I need a friend." Fox said simply, shrugging her shoulders, "And you are someone I think I could trust. Isn't that strange?"
Elisa was about to agree, that yes it was strange, until she looked closer at the woman before her. Why hadn't she noticed it before? Fox's face was ghostly pale beneath the beautiful make up job, and her fine blue eyes were haunted. Vulnerable.
Her initial anger at Fox's visit dissolved as Elisa realized something serious was troubling the woman. With a start of guilt, Elisa realized she didn't really know Fox very well at all. They rarely had any direct contact, and those few times had mainly been as adversaries... sort of. Yet, Elisa was honest enough to admit that she'd come to think of Fox as an enemy, simply because she was married to David Xanatos. And current ally or not, Elisa was far from trusting Xanatos. Any Xanatos, which included Fox. But still... Elisa had a lot of experience telling truth from lies. Her cop instinct. Her woman's intuition. All were telling her that Fox was in real distress.
It was not in Elisa to ignore anyone who might need her help.
"Fox... " Elisa reached out, and drew the other woman with her to the couch, "If you honestly need someone to talk to... I have some time."
Xanatos and Demona stepped back from each other at the same time.
Demona looked away, a stricken look on her face. Dammit! No!
She'd been too cocky, too sure of herself once again. She'd only meant to tease the human a little. Exert her power a little... make him nervous. Not...
Not kiss him.
Her lips still burned with the heat of his mouth on hers...
Xanatos stood stunned himself.
What had just happened? One moment he'd been laughing off the idea of Demona kissing him... And the next she actually was. After the initial shock of surprise, he realized that she was only taunting him, trying to push him off balance. She had no real desire for him, this was just another power play. Well, power was a game Xanatos played very well indeed, and he was more than willing to give as good as he got.
So he had kissed back. Hungrily, demandingly... And she'd surrendered under that hunger, her mouth opening to the invasion of his aggressive tongue which forced it's way deep into her warm moistness, rubbing insistently while he pulled Demona into a full embrace. He fully expected her to fight. To become a hellcat in his arms, to twist out of his grasp spitting curses at him for his liberties.
He hadn't expected her to melt against him. He hadn't expected the growl of desire that came from his own throat, or the answering moan from the woman in his arms. And he certainly didn't expect his third erection of the day to suddenly make itself present while pressed against Demona's inviting warmth.
The sudden realization of what they were doing hit them at the same moment. They broke the embrace simultaneously.
"Get out."
Xanatos blinked at Demona's sudden demand...
"Demona... I... we..." he began.
"Get OUT!" she raged at him, not quite striking a blow as she pointed to the exit.
For once Xanatos didn't have a snappy reply. Staring at Demona's flushed, human face, and seeing the strange mixture of anger and fear, he decided discretion was the better part of valor.
He got out.
Only after he left did Demona, shaking, sink to the floor in despair...
Elisa's could feel her ears burning as Fox finished telling her story.
She wanted to blame the rising heat in her face to the brandy that she had first offered to Fox, then poured for herself once the content of her guests woes was made clear. But it wasn't the liquor that was making her blush and squirm. The former leader of the Pack had no qualms about speaking with vivid descriptions, and absolute openness about her sexual relationship with her husband. It was distressing in it's honesty... and as Elisa shifted uneasily in her seat beside Fox, shamefully arousing.
"So... um... You and Xanatos have a problem." Elisa finally said, hoping her face wasn't as flushed as she thought it was.
"No, David doesn't have a problem at all. He got off twice this morning, and I'm about to jump out of my skin because I can't." Fox stated morosely, staring into her empty glass.
How many shots had she had? Two? Three?
"Shouldn't you be talking to your husband about this? I mean... If you are having a problem, it's his problem too." Elisa suggested, uncomfortably aware of how close Fox's dilemma was to her own with Goliath.
"No!" Fox replied, her head snapping up, eyes like blue fire... startling Elisa.
But her outburst was short lived. Shoulders slumping, Fox buried her face in her hands... Elisa had to lean closer to the distraught woman to hear her muffled words...
"No... I can't. You don't tell someone like David that 'hey, our sex is great, you're great, but gee, I just can't cum' ... " Fox began to tremble... "I couldn't hurt him like that."
To Elisa's horror, Fox began to cry...
"It's my problem. Something is wrong with ME. David... David doesn't have to know about it yet. I just have to find a way to fix it..."
The rest was lost in a storm of hiccupping sobs. Elisa hesitated, but only for a moment, then gathered up the shaking woman in her arms.
"Hey, hey now... shhhhh... It's okay Fox. You don't have to tell him yet. It's okay. It'll be alright sweet heart... Just cry yourself out, I'm here for you..." she said, rocking Fox gently.
Elisa could tell that Fox was tied up in emotional knots. There was something going on here besides just marital difficulties. Fox's reaction to this was so extreme... But whatever was feeding this outbreak of emotion would have to be worked through when Fox was ready, not before. Until then, Elisa was willing to hold her, and let her cry until the tears were all gone.
Fox pressed her face against Elisa's shoulder, and abandoned her pretense to composure. How could she have lost so much self control? She hadn't meant to become a weeping, wet dishrag... but Elisa had been so easy to talk to. Somehow, for some strange reason, it felt right. Elisa felt right.
Slowly, Fox's sobs diminished, and she was left breathing raggedly... And realized how intimately her body was pressed against Elisa's own. Fox could feel Elisa's pulse, fluttering against her cheek... Turning her head just slightly, Fox knew she could capture that butterfly movement with a kiss.
Shocked at her thought, Fox froze.
"Fox?" Elisa noticed how still the other woman had gone in her arms.
Pulling away slightly, she looked into the now silent woman's tear stained face. Elisa didn't notice the odd look Fox was giving her, as her own eyes were drawn to the delicate trembling of the woman's lips. All that weeping, and the moist, light coral pink hadn't smudged at all. It was natural. Elisa reached up and rubbed a thumb gently along Fox's bottom lip, not quite realizing what she was doing until Fox inhaled sharply.
"Oh!" Elisa's dark brown eyes widened, and her gaze lifted to meet Fox's cerulean stare, "I'm sorry Fox, I didn't mean..."
Her words were cut off, not from embarrassment, but because Fox's soft lips had covered her own.
"Fox..." Elisa's mouth opened to speak... But somehow what she intended to be a polite protest turned into a responding kiss..
Oh god... Elisa's senses swam... She tasted good as she looked. Like warm honey and cinnamon... so sweet. The kiss deepened, and Elisa forgot all about protesting as Fox's tongue moved gently against her own. Elisa moaned at the sensation of their mutual exploration. She could feel a shiver run through her entire body, as the sweet torment of Fox's kiss continued. Beneath the flannel, her nipples tightened... and lower still the ache of arousal she'd woken with intensified...
Fox was lost in the kiss... the teasing touch of Elisa's tongue rubbing sensuously against her own. The unexpected desire that sparked between them being returned so sweetly... so well. She felt her body warming, trembling with longing for the dark haired detective as their breath mingled in intimate caress...
The need for air finally allowed them to pull apart, and the two women stared at each other dazed.
"What just happened?" Elisa asked, voice shaky with passion.
"I don't know..." Fox half whispered, her fingers rising to her lips, her blue eyes wide, "But... I'd like to find out. If you do... Elisa."
"I... "
Elisa knew she was supposed to say no. Politely, no. Hell, no...
"... yes."
They stood together, uncertainly... almost shy.
"Fox... I've never... With a woman..." Elisa tried to speak, but it was coming out all jumbled.
"Shhh..." Fox reached up to lay a slender finger against Elisa's lips, stilling them, "We'll take it slow. Just do... what feels natural to you."
Elisa's kissed Fox's finger tip.
"That feels natural." she whispered, her breath warm against Fox's skin.
Fox felt a great shudder of desire run through her. Just from a tiny kiss.
"Elisa..."
There was wonder when she spoke the name. Wonder, and shaky anticipation.
Elisa moved closer to Fox, and stroked her hands down through the length of the soft fiery curtain of hair, pulling it forward.
"It's beautiful, like autum leaves... but so silky." she said, leaning forward to inhale it's scent, "It's almost like...lilac... and roses?"
She sighed, and opened her eyes to Fox's smile.
"It's a special blend, my mother still sends it to me in hand made soaps and lotions... I think she's trying to bribe my forgiveness... with the flowers of Avalon."
"It's smells wonderful." Elisa said, continuing to stroke Fox's hair, "You smell wonderful."
"Thank you." Fox said, straight faced, "If you really like it, you're welcome to bathe with me sometime."
Elisa laughed uncertainly, thinking Fox was joking... but a picture of her and Fox submerged together in a large bath of hot scented bubbles flashed through her mind...
"I think... I'd like that." she breathed, then felt her lips curl up wickedly, "But to bathe, you'd first have to remove your dress."
Reaching behind Fox, Elisa couldn't help but trembling as she pulled down the zipper that held the dress together. The rasping burr seemed to fill the room. When she ran out of zipper, Elisa stepped back, and waited for Fox to make the next move.
Slowly, one shoulder at a time, Fox shrugged out of the dress... A little shimmy, and it shifted downwards, the silk like water sheeting off her softly female curves. It ended up pooled around her ankles, until Fox stepped delicately out of the center. Elisa felt her mouth go dry, as Fox stood, clad only in an ivory lace bra and panty set, a pair of smoky blue sheer stockings held by ivory garters... and her blue high heels. It was heels that made the police detective blink and stare She hadn't noticed until now how very high they were, 4 inches, maybe 5... From the pointed toes to the criss cross ankle straps, they were shoes to sin in.
"Jalapena...! Do you dress like this *every* day?" Elisa asked, a slightly strangled note in her voice, her eyes tracking back up Fox's beautifully displayed form.
It was just as good going up as it had been down. Suddenly reminded of her own, less than sexy attire, Elisa looked down at her rumpled flannel nightie and bare feet.
"Elisa..." Fox stepped forward, reaching out to cup the embarrassed woman's chin, lifting her face up. "I think you look incredibly sexy too."
"Uh... Really?" Elisa, asked, trembling at Fox's touch, and mesmerized by the hunger in those oh so blue eyes.
"Really." Fox whispered, bringing her lips down on Elisa's.
This kiss was not shy, or tentative... It was boldly passionate, demanding passion in return... And Elisa responded with a fierceness that took them both by surprise. When they finally broke for breath, Fox was pierced to the core by a feeling of indescribable sweetness... A feeling she'd never felt before.
Holding Elisa's face in her hands, Fox stared at the police detective as if truly seeing her for the first time. Elisa met Fox's searching gaze with half lidded, dark chocolate eyes still dreamy and stunned from their kiss.
"Okay. I believe you." Elisa said, voice reedy from lack of air, "But if you want to do some more convincing..."
Smiling hopefully, and reaching up, Elisa gently traced the edge of the blue fox head design with a delicate fingertip, trailing her caress down to Fox's parted lips, and stroked lightly across them...
Fox welcomed the invitation to 'convince' the dusky beauty with butterfly kisses... Soft, barely there kisses... First on the teasing finger tip, then on Elisa's forehead, brushing down to her closing eyelids, then the tip of Elisa's nose... causing the police detective to swallow a giggle... cheeks, lips... elluding Elisa's playful, darting tongue to continue down the delicate line of Elisa's throat...
Fox's hands slipped down, slowly unbuttoning detective Maza's nightshirt...
Elisa held still, hardly daring to breath as Fox trailed her kisses lower, christening each inch of bared, golden skin with her coral lips...the warm, scented valley between Elisa's breasts... the flat plane of Elisa's taut stomach... the sensitive skin just above the plain cotton, salmon pink panties... Then the panties themselves...
Gasping, Elisa could feel the press of Fox's mouth on her sex, through the thin material. The wet caress of Fox's tongue probing against the sheer cotton.
"I can taste you." Fox's voice was a throaty whisper... It made Elisa's flush hotly, a burn started at her toes and ran all the way up, leaving her naturally bronzed skin tinged with a pink tone that matched her underwear.
"Ohhh... A full body blush!" Fox's voice betrayed her amazement, and growing satisfaction.
Grinning up at the furiously blushing detective, Fox settled down on her knees, her hands stroked up Maza's beautifully toned, golden bronze legs, and gently she nudged them farther apart. Her mouth wandered back up to the top edge of Elisa's panties, delicately snaring it with her teeth. With a purring hum, Fox dragged the delicate garmet down, until it was mid thigh, then stopped to admire the picture Elisa presented...
Long dark hair still tousled from her interrupted sleep, dark brown eyes wide and watching... Unbuttoned flannel nightshirt revealing a delicious strip of naked flesh down the center, with the teasing hint of firm, unfettered breasts barely concealed, and salmon panties pulled halfway down, revealing the glossy black thatch of curls modestly hiding Elisa's sex.
Elisa's hands fluttered at her sides, as if wanting to conceal the exposed treasures, yet they did not move to do so.
"Do you... do you like what you see?" Elisa asked, finally clasping her hands behind her back, not realizing how that movement would thrust her chest forward, causing the gap in her shirt to widen even more.
It was Fox's turn to feel her mouth go dry. Oh detective, she thought, if you only knew...
"I... like." she managed.
"Good." Elisa smiled, and with a rolling shrug of her shoulders, caused the nightshirt to drop backwards, where it settled, bunched over her clasped hands.
Fox heard a strange keening sound... and realized it was coming from herself. Choking it off, she rose to her feet, feeling not a little shaky as pure lust sparkled through her veins like liquid fire.
Elisa almost took a step back when she saw the intensity in Fox's gaze. Again, those cerulean blue eyes, burning like fire... But Elisa Maza had in her time faced down gods, men, and monsters... she would not back away from a desire so pure it seared.
"Elisa..." Fox's voice purred dangerously, "Do you know what are you doing?"
"What comes naturally." Elisa breathed, voice far calmer than she felt.
The flannel shirt fell to the ground, as Elisa unclasped her hands. The panties slipped down unnoticed as she held her arms out to Fox.
It was an invitation that was not denied.
Somehow, amid the kisses and exploring touches, they made their way to Elisa's bed.
Fox fell backwards, as Elisa's hands toyed with ivory lace. Wondering, Fox watched the play of emotion on the detective's face as she began to peel away the last barriers between her and Fox's full breasts. When the garment fell away, Elisa leaned down to bestow wet, teasing kisses to the tight, crinkled rose buds revealed. Fox gasped at the sensation of Elisa's tongue laving the exposed nipples, a tingling sensation arcing from the sensitive nubs ran straight down to the still concealed portion of her anatomy. A whimper sat in Fox's throat when Elisa's lips closed over one tight pink bud and began to suck.
"Ahhhh... Elisa." Fox sighed, arching forward.
She had always had very sensitive breasts. Elisa's attention to them heaven. When she began to nibble... Fox's hips began to buck involuntarily, and she couldn't help but bury her hands in Elisa's dark hair, gripping the silken mass tightly, and dragging the police detective's face upwards for another deep throated kiss. Their bodies pressed together they rolled over on their sides, still kissing.
Elisa's hands had wandered down during their embrace, her graceful fingers dark against Fox's paler skin. Slowly they slipped beneath Fox's remaining undergarment, cupping the full curves of Fox's bottom, rubbing the firm resilient flesh with kneading motions. Fox squirmed in pleasure at the erotic massage, feeling warmth pool at the base of her spine and flood forward to her moist sex. Her own hands abandoned the silken luxury of Elisa's dark mane, and descended to help remove the lace panties that were being worked down by Elisa's movements.
Elisa abandoned Fox's honey sweet mouth, the scent of cinnamon drugging her senses, and moved to taste the hollow of Fox's bared throat. Licking catlike at the vulnerable spot, and trailing hot, wet tongue strokes back to Fox's heaving breasts. She nuzzled at the soft undersides of the full, ripe orbs, sucking gently at the tender skin. Fox could feel herself melting, as Elisa then moved with torturous slowness down to the curve of Fox's waist, laying her dark cheek for a moment against the pale stomach and resting there...
"Fox... " Elisa's voice was breathy, "I... I want you to know I don't take casual lovers."
Fox felt the air stop in her lungs... She felt as if she would die if Elisa didn't complete her journey, but...
"I know." Fox managed to say, blinking back tears, "I don't either. We don't... We can stop... If you don't want to..."
"I don't want to... " Elisa's voice was ragged...
Fox felt the world collapse from beneath her.
"...stop." the detective finished, kissing the curve of Fox's hip, "I just wanted you to know this means something to me. Even if I don't know what it is exactly."
Fox felt a fierce surge of joy, and a possessiveness she hadn't realized was there. For Elisa... Her Elisa.
"I want you too Elisa Maza." Fox replied, reaching to stroke Elisa's cheek.
And heaven help her, Fox realised, she not only wanted Elisa for now... but... always? The terrifying implications of that thought were pushed away as Elisa spread the lips of Fox's now exposed sex, and kissed...
Fox blinked dazed, as she fluttered back to awareness... had she passed out? Just from Elisa kissing her there? That had never happened before... Not even with David. Ohhhh... and... Elisa hadn't stopped...
Fox's panties were completely stripped away, and only the garters and stockings remained, no impediment to Elisa's intimate, oral exploration.
She took her time, slowly lapping at the edges of the revealed pinkness of Fox's spread open sex. Teasing the inner labia with serpentine patterns drawn with the hot wet warmth of her tongue. Then broader, harder laps that stroked the entire surface of Fox's slit, alternating with deeper, more probing strokes... Fox's hips rocked, her breath went ragged... she couldn't seem to drag enough oxygen into her lungs... Her loud moans echoed through Elisa's tiny apartment as detective Maza did some very thorough investigating.
Elisa found the shiny, vulnerable nub of Fox's unhooded clitoris...
Coherent thought dissolved once more as Fox Xanatos exploded... with Elisa's name on her lips.
Demona stared at the empty bottle of scotch. Correction. Bottles. All the tiny bottles of airplane liquor that she'd somehow aquired as Dominique Destine. She didn't drink. No more than a glass of champagne during social occasions. Could not afford to have her senses clouded when she was around the humans. But she wasn't around any humans right now...
Uncapping another tiny bottle, Demona brought it to her lips and tilted the contents down her throat.
She WANTED her senses clouded now. Especially the senses that were telling her how very good Xanatos had tasted... felt... smelled...
Another bottle followed the fifth... sixth? She'd lost count.
She was alone in the dim light of her human identity's living room. She'd left off the electricity, and only the edges of light sneaking past the shuttered windows gave any illumination to the room.
It was still too damned hot. She'd shed the business jacket as soon as she'd gotten home. Loosened the buttons on her blouse... but still the human clothing felt as constricting as fetters.
Standing up unsteadily, Demona stripped free of the blouse and skirt. It would be sunset soon...
The bra she hardly needed to support her firm bosom soon followed... And the ridiculous undergarments called panties... What had humans been thinking when they'd invented those scraps of cloth? Hardly protection, and if they were ornamental, why did they hide them under layers and layers of clothes?
Stupid humans.
Demona bent to unbutton the boots. All that remained of her "repressed school teacher" look... Damn Xanatos... She was NOT repressed. Not that it was any of that human's business. She'd had Goliath as a lover, and much as she thought him a great fool, Demona still dreamed about their mating flights... So many centuries ago. But after she'd lost him... the healthy fire of her animal lust had been close to ashes. Her only passion that of vengence. Until she'd met Macbeth. Somehow he'd gotten past her guard. Convinced her to ally with him against his enemies. Pretended to be her friend and ally. Oh... and like a fool she'd believed him.
Jerking free of the black leather, Demona sighed with momentary relief, letting her bare toes wiggle in the thick plush of the carpet. Toes. Such puny little things compared to her true form's impressive talons. An unbidden thought of Xanatos kissing the delicate instep of her human foot made Demona shiver. Oh, now *that* was utterly disgusting! She threw the remaining boot across the room with a vicious snarl. She didn't want the man touching her anywhere! Or kissing her!
Not like he'd kissed her earlier. Those cruelly demanding lips claiming her own...
"STOP THAT!" Demona shrieked, clutching her head in her hands, tearing at her sleeked back red hair, pulling at it so hard, it came unbound from the tasteful coif it had been confined in.
She continued to pull, trying to shake the memory of Xanatos from her mind... And all she could think of was his hands... imagining them in her hair, pulling it loose so it would tumble down around her bared shoulders, right before he dragged her towards him and...
"Noooo..." she whimpered, sinking down on the thick pile of the carpet, "Make it stop."
Think of something else, anything else! She demanded of herself, yanking again, until she could feel the strong strands of her fiery mane cutting into the tender flesh of her human palms. Think of Thailog! ugh... no that was just as bad... Thailog had betrayed her, used her...
Reluctantly Demona recalled exactly how well Thailog had used her. He'd taken advantage of her confusion at being in Paris... Waking up in a drifting boat with Macbeth of all people! At least the old Scotsman had been unconscious. Demona had slipped away without confrontation. Having no idea why she was there, she'd soared through the Parisian sky in a daze...
And found a new gargoyle! Not one of the human loving sychophants of Goliath. No, this gargoyle had not love for humans. And he had taken her breath away with his sheer physical presence. Never since Goliath had she seen such a powerful, handsome brute. And it was little surprise to learn he was Goliath's own dark reflection. Thailog. He was everything that Goliath was physically, yet so much more... Urbane and brilliant, with ambitions that rivaled her own. And he'd managed to secure vast resources of wealth to help him accomplish his many goals. Goals that matched her own so perfectly. Or so it had seemed.
He had appeared to be everything she could want in a gargoyle. In a mate. She hadn't questioned the swiftness in which he'd seduced her. She'd thought their attraction was mutual... natural... She had been alone for so very long...
And there she'd learned another difference between Goliath and his darker twin. Thailog's taste in love making had been... sophisticated.
Very sophisticated.
Over the centuries Demon thought she'd seen everything. Spying on the humans, she'd seen things that sometimes shocked, or amazed... but mostly disgusted the voyeuristic gargoyle. Centuries of watching human mating games had been somewhat amusing, but repetition soon bored her. She'd thought she had become quite jaded... until Thailog had shown her there was quite a lot she'd missed. A gargoyle was normally gifted by nature with attributes that put any human to shame when it came to mating. There was no need for the elaborate, and often silly looking antics she'd seen humans indulge in. Before Thailog, Demona would have scoffed at the thought of gargoyles doing anything so... unnatural with each other.
Thailog had been the very incarnation of unnatural. And heaven help her, Demona had learned to tolerate and even... enjoy... his perversions.
The ebony skinned gargoyle had been endlessly... and cruelly inventive.
Demona's eyes fluttered open as she realized that her human body was again flushing with arousal. Her hands had somehow wandered without her conscious direction. One to her breasts, cruelly pinching at the hard, tightly budded nipples... The other was nestled between her legs, stroking at the wet heat of her sex.
Lying naked on the carpet, she stared up at the ceiling, tears of frustration leaking from her eyes. Dragging her hands away from their ministrations, she balled them into fists and kept them at her sides. Her body aching with need...
But... Demona frowned... She hadn't been thinking of Xanatos at all. She'd become just as heated thinking about Thailog... that bastard... as she had about the human. Maybe... maybe she wasn't trapped in that spell after all? Maybe it was just her own imagination running wild with her... Her very fear and denial of arousal that had caused her to react so wantonly with her human nemesis.
Slowly, Demona went over the events of the meeting between herself and Xanatos once more... She hadn't been attracted to him when he first showed up. In fact, she'd been disgusted at the very thought of intimacy with the man. The fact he'd arrived smelling of rut had only increased her distaste. His wife's sexual musk had been all over him. Like some cat in heat, she'd rubbed her scent onto her mate, indelibly marking him with it. Demona's nose wrinkled in rememberance... she could almost smell it now... Fox's scent... and Elisa Maza? Like a faint chaser, the human detective's scent had also been in the mix. Not nearly as strong, but there.
Demona had leaned forward to examine that odd addition to the aroma that covered Xanatos...
And that's when she'd fallen into heat.
"Oh...!"
Demona sat straight up, green eyes wide with shock.
No... It couldn't possibly get any worse than this...
Elisa stroked the stray, sunset red strands from Fox's peaceful face. The other woman had cum explosively under Elisa's mouth, drenching her with the salty sweet evidence of supreme pleasure. Elisa had heard of female ejaculation before, but had thought it was only a myth. But, then Fox was half myth herself, wasn't she? The gorgeous half fay woman lying wantonly in her bed stirred, eyes fluttering open to stare into Elisa's smiling contenance.
"Well, Mrs. Xanatos, I would fair wager that there is absolutely NOTHING wrong with you." Elisa stated, before leaning forward to kiss the partially parted coral lips.
Fox moaned under Elisa's long, leisurely kiss, she could taste herself on Elisa's tongue, and in the warm damp cavern of the detective's mouth. The afterglow of her orgasm made the slightest touch a rich, creamy experience... Elisa deeply sensual kiss was like a main line of pure ecstacy.
When Elisa began to drag her hands over Fox's naked skin, reveling in the silky softness of the woman's pale flesh, Fox thought she would surely cum again as the warm liquid sensation between her thighs began to mount once more. Elisa's delicate, but strong fingers stroked open the pouting mound of Fox's sex, until they became slick with the juicy wetness gathered there.
"Elisa...?" Fox gasped, eyes shuttered in pleasure at the intimate touch, "Elisa if you keep doing that I'll... Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Those strong, slender fingers had pushed into Fox, and begun a slow, rythmic pumping...
"Yes, Fox?" Elisa said in feigned, innocent tone, "If I keep doing this you'll what?"
Fox wasn't able to answer. Her head thrashed back and forth as Elisa continued to finger fuck her with greater intensity.
"Ngghhh aaaaahhhh...!"
Two fingers became three fingers... then finally four... each pumping together into Fox's tight, moist heat. Her hips bucked, meeting each thrust of Elisa's pressing digits. Slowly the speed increased, and the pressure built... Elisa's fingers rubbed deeper, pushing down as hard and as far as they could manage, wiggling...
Fox's scream of release emptied into Elisa's mouth, as the dark haired woman kissed her again with fierce, possessive passion ...drinking in the following whimpers of disbelief from the writhing red head as those tireless fingers continued to milk another orgasm from her trembling depths. Hips jerking spastically, Fox fainted for the third time
Aphrodite sighed, as the scene in the mirror shifted once more... Her hands stroked herself intimately, complimenting her growing arousal. Wind whirled around her, whipping her golden tresses wildly against her bared flesh. She arched into the stinging sensation, purring as a dark haired man corelesced behind her. The frowning visage of the fay lord reflected in Oberon's mirror, so like that of the dark haired maiden lost in pleasure with Titania's half breed daughter.
"You are playing a dangerous game, cousin. Even your obvious charms won't sway Oberon's wrath when he finds you've been meddling in human affairs." Coyote noted, eyes locked on the entwined bodies writhing in the mirror's glass.
"Really, cousin? And who will tell him of my amusements? You?" Aphrodite laughed, a sound like glass chimes.
"The Maza line is important to me. By what reason would I not unveil your betrayal?" the Cloud Father asked, suspicious of Aphrodite's continued mirth.
"Because I am not breaking Oberon's edict, trickster. And your drawing Oberon's attention to this new game of mine... It would be more to your detriment than my own, should he have cause to look too closely at the human line you are so concerned with. Is that not true... cousin?" she purred, slipping closer to the darker fay, so that she was all but whispering in his ear, "Oberon himself considers those descended of our kind to be other than... human. No matter how their mortal shells yields to Time's dark caress."
Coyote was silent.
"Be of good cheer cousin. I mean no harm to yon sweet cubs. Should you but lend yourself to my play, we could both find satisfaction." Aphrodite cajoled, eyes flashing with humor, "Come, surely this situation should appeal to your nature, cousin. But say you will not work athwart me, and you are welcome to tarry.'
"And make merry?" Coyote replied, archly, pulling Aphrodite close against his chest, dark eyes glinting with interest.
"Is it true what they say about Tricksters?" she asked archly, rubbing a hand suggestively up his now bared thigh...
Demona waited for the sun to set. Her pale human face set with determination. She realized now what she had to do. The terms of the spell were very specific, and included the only way out available. She would do what was necessary. But in her own way.
Come sunset, she'd head to the heart of her problem. And heaven help Elisa Maza then...
Here ends the first chapter of the Immortal Blood Saga
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