Red Tide
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Warnings: M/F multiple pairing, dub-con, graphic sex, menstruation
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Walking out of the drug store and past the other shops, her back is already tight, head pounding in sympathy. The day had been long and miserable, and what started as just a few warning spots threatened to become a red tide before the night was over.
Of course, now, when she's tired and achy, carrying a bag of pads and ice cream and wearing a raggedy pair of sweats, now is when she'd be walking by a row of super-hot guys. Lean and rough and dangerous-looking they rest idly against the brick wall, several of them passing a joint back and forth.
She keeps her head down as she walks past, not noticing how their bright eyes snap to track her, noses lifting as if to scent the air. She nearly stumbles over the last man's feet, turning to apologize as she catches herself. He's all sharp smile, laughing sky blue eyes and spiky hair, pulling a cigarette from kissable lips as he tells her, not unkindly, to be careful.
She makes it the rest of the way home without incident. Sliding in to the shower to let the heat work out soreness in her back and belly, she can't get those guys out of her mind. Everyone one of them oozed mischief and confidence in equal proportions, all absolutely gorgeous beyond reason. Way out of her league, not that she'd ever chance approaching one of them.
Sighing, she eats her ice cream and loads up on pain meds, finally crawling in to bed, hoping tomorrow would be better. She leaves the window open, the cool air and scent of the ocean soothing as she curls up and drifts off.
The night grows deeper, darker and she's wakened (or no, she's dreaming, still dreaming…) to a soft call at the window, a quiet husky voice asking her if she'll invite them in. Before she can even see them, she knows it's those boys, and, safe in her dream, she invites them all, filled with joy and wonder that they'd seek her out.
A tall, pale figure stands over her, it's the spiky-haired one, and he sits on the edge of her bed, leaning in to kiss her gently. His hand starts to wander, pulling back the comforter to slid up under her shirt. She gasps into his mouth as he touches her, and he trails kisses and nips down her jaw, her neck, to capture a breast, teasing it lightly with tongue and teeth as she arches and sighs.
His kisses and hands move lower, and even in this beautiful dream her face flames with mortification, hands reaching to stop his advances. Caught in the murky half-light of dream, she can see his bright smile, almost wicked, as he takes her hands in his, kissing them gently and continuing to his objective.
He's sliding her underwear down as another figure joins them, and she can't quite see who it is. Strong arms lift her gently, sitting her upright to slide in behind her. Her head supported by his chest, she sees the dark curtain of hair fall around her as she's pulled into his lap.
Distracted by the darker man, she suddenly feels cool hands sliding up her legs, and she curls her body away, a last attempt to spare him from being repulsed by the state she's in. Spike's eyes are bright in the dark, and he tenderly turns her back around, parting her thighs to nestle between them as dark-hair braces a hand across her chest, cupping a breast.
Spike lifts her legs, spreading her wide open before him, and he leans in, giving a long, slow lick that pulls a low moan out of her, and she can feel his wide smile against her delicate flesh. He starts in with gusto, licking and sucking as she starts to gasp and squirm under him.
Dark-hair plays gently with her chest, tweaking and pulling to send bright bursts of pleasure down to her core. Even in this fantasy she still feels a twinge of shame. Flame-gold eyes pierce her suddenly, and her breath hitches in amazement before spike dives back in and makes her dance on his tongue.
Trapped as she is between these two strong bodies, completely at their mercy, yet somehow, she still feels at ease, calm in the face of this vision. And it must be a dream, for how else would she ever feel their touch, how else to explain lovers with eyes that glow gold in the dark of her room, the eagerness she feels as she leans in to their embrace?
Spike drives her to the brink, and she moans and cries out her release as he continues his ministrations. He body throbs in the aftermath, far from satiated, her sex hot, wet and sticky. When spike lifts his head again, she can see dark red glisten wetly on his pale chin and cheeks.
He pulls back, and for a moment she waits, frozen, for a sneer of disgust, a hurled insult. Instead another set of golden eyes moves forward, crawling up from the foot of the bed. This one is the one with long, shaggy hair, bearing a happy smile as he takes spike's place between her thighs.
As he nestles in, dark-hair's hands are on the move, one sliding down to stroke her clit as shaggy nuzzles his face so deep in her sex she'd worry for his breathing…if this were not a dream. Shaggy's almost hungry enthusiasm stokes a new fire in her belly, tongue thrusting inside her, gentle teeth grazing her outer lips, now swollen and hot with her desire.
She cries and writhes as he devours her tenderly, her feet sliding on the bed vainly for purchase as she grinds into fingers and face. Pressure builds again, pulling her taught as rubber band, till she hangs, vibrating, suspended, to suddenly snap, screaming as her body convulses around the man in her lap.
A sudden gush of fluid follows her climax, and shaggy seems to bury himself even deeper, lapping greedily and sending aftershocks of pleasure arcing through her. Pulling back, his pace slows to long, languid strokes, as dark-hair's hand slides in, fingers reaching to curl inside her as a thumb plays lightly across an achingly sensitive clit.
Pressing deep inside, the touch brings a new ache, as her heat rises again. She moans, gripping at that iron hand in vain, as her body bends and bows, seeking that next wave with a mind of its own.
Shaggy steps away, licking his lips, and the last boy moves in, soft curly hair and delicate features belied by fiery, mischievous eyes and sharp smile. He leans over her, kissing her, swallowing the cries dark-hair wrings from her, retracing spike's path down her neck, breast, belly.
Curly licks around dark-hair's thumb, the light touch of his tongue sending shivers through her as the tightness in her belly ratchets up. Moving past her sex, he laps at her thighs, cleaning off the stickiness and sucking gently at her skin.
Pleasure coils within her, driven by dark-hair's knowing fingers. She trembles, one hand still clutching at his, still buried insider her, as she threads her other through that dark, silken curtain, pulling hard as her body bends in, bow-taught.
Dark-hair tweaks her and rolls his hand down, slipping thick fingers deep to thrust and stretch. A wave breaks over her and she throws her head back in soundless wail, body shaking apart in ecstasy.
Curly plunges in as she's coming down, tongue bathing her sensitive flesh with a tender relish that sets her mewling and twitching. Dark-hair lifts a wetly-coated hand away, and she follows its path up to chiseled face. He licks darkly wet fingers clean with languid ease; golden eyes hooded in apparent pleasure.
Catching her eye, he wipes clean his full lips with a devilish tongue before turning to kiss her deeply. His lips press her cheek as he straightens, turning to watch curly finish up. Releasing her, curly sits up on the bed with smile on his face like a cat that's got the cream, cupid bow lips stained with her juices.
Spike is back, leaning in, cool hand sliding to grip the back of her neck as he captures her lips, kissing her senseless, breathless, till it's too much and she pulls away, head spinning as she pants for air. His golden eyes draw her in, and she falls into their depths, reeling as the darkness swallows her whole.
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