Companions in Crisis

By

The Acromantula

Chapter 1

The limousine finally pulled up behind the back entrance The Compass Rose Hotel & Suites. The band's manager booked a floor of suites for the band while they preformed three sold out shows at the Crosswire Arena just down the street. The world tour had lasted more than a year. For the members of Head-Rush were certainly glad to see the tour finally come to an end. They were also happy to be ending the tour in their home town of Elwood City. Head-Rush was founded at the Bartock School of Music by friends and classmates, Arthur Read, Molly MacDonald Francine Frensky and Sue Ellen Armstrong. Arthur and Molly shared song writing and crafting duties. All four members of Head-Rush were played multiple instruments. Arthur mainly served as the band's pianist. Molly played both rhythm and lead guitar. She also shouldered most of the singing responsibilities. Francine was the drummer and percussionist. She learned from a very early age that as much as she wanted to be a great singer her singing talent didn't exist. Sue Ellen played both bass guitar and the upright bass. She sometimes chimed in on the saxophone when the song called for it.

Sue Ellen wasn't with Head-Rush for the current tour. She learned that she was pregnant a few months before the tour was announced. The band's manager Harv Gossle found a suitable replacement for Sue Ellen in a bass virtuoso Gunter Vander-Sloog. The man was an outstanding musician but he was a terrible person. He was a womanizing pig with hints of dangerous undertones. Harv said that Gunter owed him a huge favor and the band was in a pinch after Sue Ellen left unexpectedly. The three original bandmates threatened Harv with an ultimatum after the first few tour dates. They wanted nothing to do with Gunter but as long as he didn't cause any problems for the band and made each sound check on time, he would still receive his pay check. During the sound check at the Oslo show, Arthur and Francine had to hold Molly back from decking Gunter after he was hitting on the band's assistant tour manager who also happened to be Molly's younger sister. Harv promised a huge surprise to the band if they made it through the tour with Gunter.

Molly was the first one out of the limo. She had her old and weathered green canvas backpack with her. It was the one of a few things she needed in her life to feel safe and secure. Her band mates excluding the pig were the only other things she needed. Harv had already handed out the key cards for their assigned suites. Each band member got their own suite. Molly was wearing her favorite royal purple hoodie and tight black jeans specially crafted to allow her fluffy tail external access. She wanted to get up to her room as fast as possible. Molly loved playing music and she loved playing it live but having to deal with their near rabid fans especially their males fans who would at the very least ogle and undress her with her eyes. She saw Arthur, Francine and Gunter make their way towards the hotel's bar. Arthur and Francine signed a few autographs and took a few pictures with some fans who were waiting.

Molly found the bank of elevators just off of the reception desk. She waved her room key card over the small black box protruding from the elevator door where buttons used to be. These new elevators were the top of the line. It read what floor a guest needed to go just by waving their keycard over the sensor. The elevator stopped at the top of the hotel tower. Harv really went all out for them. He told her that he booked Gunter into a standard room somewhere nowhere near them. This must have been his secret present to them for tolerating Gunter. Her small suitcase was sitting on the stand next to the large comfortable bed. There was a note on the night stand.

Molly,

I hope this suite makes up for the grueling tour you've been on. Any charge you ring up I and the team will cover it. Spa and health treatments are also included. There will be a breakfast meeting at 9am in the hotel restaurant. You and Arthur have been asked to be appear on the Terrible Tibble Radio Show. This is tentatively set for 12:30pm pending yours and Arthur's approvals. Sound Check is from 4-6 at the arena.

If you have any concerns or immediate needs, don't ever hesitate to get ahold of me.

Cheers,

Harv

Molly smiled because she knew that Harv might have signed the note but it was her sister's words. There was a long family history between her, her sister and their parents that she still needed to deal with. Perhaps she should see a professional for help but that had to wait until the tour was over. She needed her hard edge to make it through the last few shows. She was quickly brought out of her thoughts when she heard something fall to the ground in the main room. She immediately ran to the bathroom door and locked it. She then whipped her cell phone and shot off a text to Arthur.

THOR! I need you. I think somebody's in my room. I've barricaded myself in the bathroom. Get hotel security to meet you at room 3501. Please hurry.

Molly knew that Arthur kept his phone on him at all times. She knew that she could trust him no matter whatever life decided to throw their way. She wasn't disappointed when he quickly shot her back a message.

Read you loud and clear Sif. On my way to get hotel security. You'll be in good hands in less than five minutes.

The next few minutes were excruciatingly long until she heard his voice. A chill shot through her entire body. Her body started to tremble in fear. It was his voice. That voice that she had been hearing for the last few months. She had changed her number three times and her service provider twice and yet he still kept calling. She had filled numerous restraining orders against him but he still kept coming. Damian Czerkaspi was a bull of a man who didn't take no for an answer. Somehow he formed this delusion that she was his one true love even though they had never met or even spoken to each other. She told Harv that she didn't need a security detail and now she was starting to have second thoughts. This creep had invaded her sanctuary. Being on the road night after night was hard enough; she needed to escape from that grind. She usually found refuge in her hotel room.

"Come out come out where ever you are my little beautiful ingénue. Father Damian has many presents for you. But you will only get them if you come out to play. You told me how much you want to be confined. You said so in "Chain Me Up". I even brought your favorite pair of handcuffs. They are a bit too girly for me but would look amazing on your wrists." Damian said with malice dripping from each word. She shot another text to Arthur.

It's Damian. I don't know how he found me but he did.

Molly was really starting to freak out. She had a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs in her special collection hidden away in her bedroom. She had a few special toys and objects hidden away in that chest. Nobody but her knew about that chest. Had he been in her house? In her bedroom? Is there no where on this earth that was safe from this creep? She kept a side of her personality locked away inside that chest. Damian had crossed the line. If Arthur and hotel security didn't get their soon, she would have to take matters into her own hands. If she did that, things wouldn't work out the way Damian hoped. She would also end up wearing an orange jumpsuit for the rest of her life.

Things then happened in rapid succession. She could hear the door to the suite fly open. It sounded like a group of men rushing into the room. She could hear a body being thrown to the floor.

"You think these Rent-A-Cops and stop me my sweet little ingénue. You might have won this fart of a battle but I will win the war. I…" She heard Damian trying to lash out at her. She heard someone drill Damian in the stomach which made Damian gasp for breath. Molly hoped that whoever decked Damian also quietly threatened him. She wanted him to go away and never return. Prison was too good for this menace. He deserved the finest treatments provided free of charge from the number one rated Siberian gulag. Molly was fantasizing about what Damian would have enduring at that special Russian winter paradise when a knock came from the door. She then heard his soft, soothing yet very strong voice.

"That creep has been removed and he has been turned over to the Elwood City police. There is a detective here to speak with you. She says that she would like to speak with you now but he can put it off till the morning if you aren't up to it. Molls, I'd like to see you. Are you up to coming out or can you let me in?" Arthur said as he tried his best to mask the worry in his voice.

She walked over to the door, unlocked it and opened it a few inches. She whispered that she wanted him to come in and that she needed to compose herself but that she wanted to speak right away to the detective. Arthur then relayed Molly's wishes to the detective. Detective Juanita Alvarez was pleased that Miss MacDonald was willing to speak to her so soon. It spoke to her strong character. Detective Alvarez told Mr. Read that she would be waiting outside in the hall until someone got her. He nodded his understanding. He saw her leave the suite before he opened up the door to the bathroom where he was quickly engulfed in shapely shaky arms of his band mate and muse. Tears streamed down her face as soon as he wrapped her up into his arms. Molly had hit her breaking point. This creep had pushed her too far. He spoke soft sweet nothings into her ear trying to calm her down.

"You came. I knew you would always take care of me. You are the one constant in my life that I can count on day in and day out. You are far better than any boyfriend, girlfriend or casual acquaintance I have ever known. I cannot thank you enough Thor." Molly choked out in between the tears.

"You don't have to thank me for anything because there is nothing to thank me for. You have come to my rescue in the past and never once did you ask for any boon of gratitude even when I tried to thank you too. I silently vowed that day that I would always stand by your side and always have your back." Arthur said with a warm smile.

"You keep up that sweet talk mister and I will make you state those vowed out loud even when you may be richer, poor in good health or not. I will get you to bow to every one of my tender mercies." Molly said as the fire returned to her belly.

"Aren't I already bowing to your tender mercies?" Arthur said sarcastically. He felt a sharp pain in his right upper arm. "Owwww what was that for?"

"Don't ever forget who taught you how to punch Arthur Timothy Read. I heard what you did to that creep. While I wish someone did much more to him, I would never want it to be you. Now after we finish with the detective, I will be staying with you. I don't feel comfortable staying in this room. It's been violated." Molly said as she slipped out from Arthur's arms. "I will talk with you and the detective in your room so I'll need you to grab my suitcase for me."

"You are already treating me like a servant." Arthur said trying not to whine.

"Isn't that what all good husbands do? Then again all good husbands know not to whine. They know to say thinks like yes dear and how beautiful their wife looks even when she's having a really bad day. Then again that sounds more like a dream than a reality." Molly said which was followed by a bout of girly giggling. She knew though that he was watching each one of her steps out of the bathroom. She knew that she had him in her clutches. There was no one that she trusted more than her mighty Thor.

It took Molly an extra twenty minutes for fully calm down then Arthur walked her down the hall to his suite. Arthur then went back to Molly's room and told Detective Alvarez that Molly was ready to see her. Molly suffered a panic attack. In the moments in between Arthur took Molly to his room and fetching the detective. She was on the bed shivering with tears streaming down her cheeks. Arthur rushed over to the bed and swooped Molly up into her arms. She instantly calmed back down.

"Does Miss MacDonald need to see a doctor or at least the paramedics? She is clearly in shock. People are more cognizant when they have clearer heads." The detective was surprised when Molly pulled away from Arthur.

"That's quite alright Detective. As long as Thor here is allowed to stay, I believe I can keep my composure. He has been my rock through everything I have ever faced. It would be a foolish decision if I sent him away now when I need him the most. Where would you like to start Detective?" Molly replied back.

"I would first like to go over your movements that led up to the invasion. The more detail you can go into the stronger my case becomes." Alvarez said as she took out a small digital tape recorder. "Do you mind if I record our conversation for the case?"

"As long as those digital files never leave your possession I am okay with you recording our chat. There is nothing I value more than my privacy. This maniac will not stop invading my privacy until he is made to stop or locked away."

"I will do my best to keep your secrets but if it pertains to the case it might become publically known. If you decide that you want to pursue this further up the legal system, you need to prepare yourself for your life being placed under a microscope. I have seen it happen before. The case become more about the victim and their past rather than the defendant's alleged wrongdoing. I want your decision to be well informed. Now, can you take me back through your day?" Alvarez asked.

"We spent most of the day flying on our private jet. We had played a few sold out shows on the East coast the last few nights. We arrived at the private terminal at Katzenelenbogan Airport around six thirty pm. The band's manager Harvey Gossele and our replacement bassist Gunter Vander-Sloog were the first ones to leave the jet. Gunter would have normally ridden with the rest of the band in our limo but Harv had a few pressing issues to confront Gunter about. The drive from the airport would have taken about fifteen minutes but there was traffic due to an accident on the highway. We pulled into the hotel's portico around seven thirty. Harv was waiting for us in the lobby where he handed out the room keys. Arthur and Francine signed a few autographs and took a few pictures with a few fans that had patiently waited our arrival before joining Harv at the hotel bar for a drink." Molly said before she stood up. She then walked over to the mini-bar, opened up the door and pulled out an expensive bottle of water. She took off the cap and downed half the bottle with a few quick gulps.

"It's not in my routine to pose with fans for pictures or even to sign autographs. I can be xenophobic and agoraphobic some times. Now I made my way straight to the bank of elevators. I waved my room keycard over the sensor and the elevator took me up to the penthouse level of the tower. My room as you know was just down the corridor from the elevators. I tapped my card to the lock and then let myself into the room after the lock disengaged. I entered the room and tossed my bag on the bed. Then I heard something fall from the sitting area. I panicked and ran into the bathroom. I locked the door and then sat down in the floor with my back to the door for added resistance against any entry. When I heard his voice, I immediately whipped out my cell phone and shot an emergency text to Arthur to get hotel security. It was then for the first time in nearly sixteen years that I prayed to whomever would listen." Molly said trying to hold back her tears.

"Thank you for taking me through that Miss MacDonald. I know it wasn't easy for you. Are you comfortable answering some questions? My first one is why did you not call the police when you felt threatened. Most people in your shoes, their first call would have been 911." Alvarez asked.

"I guess I don't want to admit this but I rely more on Arthur than most people would realize. He is the only person I trust in this world. My first call for help will always be him. I also noticed that the security office was just before the bank of elevators. I believe Arthur did the right thing. He got security up to my room and they escorted that man out which then he was turned over to the authorities."

"Most of the people I deal with wouldn't be able to give quite an accurate account right after it happened. You are also lucky that it ended before anything brutal happened." Alvarez said smartly.

"What are you insinuating detective? You think that that I am withholding information from you? Would it make your case stronger if I had been raped by that maniac? I would have been at best a blubbering mess and in a catatonic state of shock at worse. The short version of a very long story is that Damian has been stalking and harassing me for almost the last year. I have the emails, letters, and voicemails to prove it. He has boasted that he has been in my house. I believed him because he described a box in my bedroom that nobody other than me knows of its existence. He is escalating his attempts on me. It wasn't good enough for him to harass me from a distance. He won't stop coming after me until he either rapes me, kills me or the most likely scenario he will do both to me. If the police are about preventing crime before it happens, lock this man up for awhile. Then again it will only make his resolve and drive to get me stronger. So detective what do you think I should do? He will not stop pursuing me until he is either locked up away for life or put down like the dog he is." Molly spat out angrily.

"Unfortunately, that is the world we live in. Miss MacDonald. Our legal system only takes incidents like this very seriously after something truly horrific has happened. They only hand out long prison terms to violent offenders. This Damian Czerkaspi probably has a long history with the law. I won't make any promises to you Miss MacDonald but you have me fighting for you. However I would recommend hiring some sort of bodyguard or security service to keep their eyes open when the police cannot. I would love to lock this creep up for the rest of his life but my hands are shackled by the law. I wish I could have done the same to my own attacker." Alvarez ended quietly.

"You were attacked?" Molly asked unsure if she should have even asked the question. Said question just seemed to slip past her lips.

"Yes I was. It happened about eighteen months ago. I was raped by a neighbor of mine who had been watching me for years. I can't believe I have the opportunity to thank you in person. Your debut album saved my life. It lifted my spirits just enough that I was able to seek help from a therapist. I will do everything in my powers to see that this creep gets what he deserves." Alvarez promised. She saw Arthur get up from the couch and walk over to a desk which had a suitcase resting upon it. He started rummaging inside the suitcase. She could see what he pulled out and he kept it hidden as he returned back the couch.

"I believe you Detective. On behalf of me, Molly, Francine and Sue Ellen, I would like to thank you for your work so far. This is our latest release that won't be in stores for about another month or so. You have one of ten known advanced copies." Arthur said as he pulled out the CD case out of his front pocket. He also had a black permanent marker in his other hand. "Molly and I can even sign it for you. Our only request it that it not be leaked before the release date." Arthur took of the pen's cap and then signed the album's cover. He passed the marker and album over to Molly and she followed Arthur's lead. "There in your hands you have the only autograph ever given by Molly MacDonald. I'm sure you will treasure it. Is there anything else Detective?" Arthur asked.

"Not tonight. I need to check in with the forensics team who should be done with your room by now. Then I will be having a chat with Mr. Czerkaspi and with fingers crossed he gives us what we need to put him away for a long time. I would like to be able to follow up with you in case I have more questions. Here are a few cards with all my contact information on them. Would you like me to deal with you personally or through your manager Miss MacDonald?" Alvarez asked.

"You can use either me or Harv. He would be the better bet though because he handled most if not all of our scheduling if you want a guaranteed time to speak to us. If I tried to do it, everything might fall apart." Molly said with a small chuckle.

"Don't lose your sense of humor. Mine helped me through some of the darker points over the last few months." Alvarez said as she stood up from her char. "I will get out of your hair. I will let you know when I would like to speak with you again. I'm sorry we had to meet underneath these circumstances." She spoke before making her way to the door and leaving the suite. Molly let out a long sigh as soon as she heard the door to Arthur's suite close. She then slowly fell onto his lap. The adrenaline was working its way out of her system.

"Molly? Molls? Are you okay?" Arthur asked worriedly.

"Yes Thor, I am okay. For the first time in a very long time, I am finally right where I belong." Molly replied back. She gazed upwards into his big blue eyes. She saw looks of concern and comfort. Nobody else had ever given her that look before. She wanted a closer look at those big beautiful blues as she pushed herself off of his lap. Her hand innocently brushed up against something she wasn't expecting. She filed that thought away for later. Molly could get lost in those two big blue oceans. She didn't know who kissed whom first but she couldn't hold back her feelings for her Thor any longer. She needed to tell him how she felt about him. They pushed back from each other gasping. They had been kissing for almost five minutes.

"Thor there is something I need to get off my chest." Arthur looked down at Molly's ample breasts. He couldn't freeze his face and she saw that look of heady lust in his eyes. "Not those you naughty boy well at least not yet. You have to earn the right to see the girls. No what I need to tell you is that I know you are the father of Sue Ellen's baby." She saw Arthur's eyes nearly shoot out of his head when she dropped her bombshell.

"How…. how…how…" Arthur stammered out.

"Well normally, when said boy's very large tab A slides into to a willing girl's slot B multiple times and leaves his mark behind. There is always a chance of conception." Molly said as she tried to hold back a giggle.

"No… No… I know the mechanics of sex Molls. I have clear proof that I know how to have sex. I need to know how you figured it out. I haven't told a soul and I'm pretty sure that Sue Ellen hasn't as well. She wants to keep the father's identity a secret because she got back together with James. Luckily, Sue Ellen had a girl and the little one is a spitting image of her mother." Arthur replied back. He was on the edge of a verbal diarrhea spasm. Molly gave him a hug to reassure him. He could quickly blow things out of proportion.

"It really wasn't hard to figure out. I've been sitting on this information since pretty much when Sue Ellen told us that she was expecting. A quick mental calculation pointed the time of conception to around the week of Muffy's Christmas Party. That and the fact that I saw you and Sue Ellen sneak off during said party. She had broken up with James a few days before that party. She was very angry at James and used you as a stress release valve. What stunned me was that she got back together with that idiot. He must have found out that she was pregnant. Only time will tell if he will do the right thing and be a good father to a child that isn't even biologically his. What ticks me off the most about all of that was the fact that Sue Ellen flat out denied you any access to your daughter. She knew that you would respect her wishes. I wanted to slug her when I found out that tidbit." Molly said as she clenched her fists.

"Molly, why are you bringing up the past which I have made peace with?"

"I want to know if you had or still have feeling for her? My guess is that you did have feeling for her because you wouldn't let anybody into bed with you if you didn't have feelings for them. You might be Thor the Massive Playboy on stage but I know and have come to admire Arthur Timothy Read. You always looked so handsome in those yellow sweaters." Molly said before she leaned in and kissed him again. She slipped her tongue out of her mouth and slid it along his bottom lip asking for entrance. He opened his mouth and let her tongue tackle his. He then wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on to him. A moan of pure untamable desire escaped from Molly's lips. This time it was Arthur who broke away from Molly.

"I am not sure if I had feelings for Sue Ellen but you are right about my personality. After she flat out denied me of ever seeing our daughter, I cut all romantic ties I had to her. We are still band mates and our friendship is tentative right now. I'm actually glad she isn't on tour with us. It has given me the chance to clear my head. I think I know the reason why you brought up all of that history. I'd like to hear it from you."

"I knew there was a brain in between those cute ears of yours. It's about time you used it for something other than music. Although, I bet you already have the next album's music ready in that big brain of yours. I'm glad that you aren't hung up Sue Ellen any more. You could have gone the nasty unpleasant litigious route but that would have torn everybody apart and you wouldn't have gotten what you truly wanted in the first place. Hopefully, she comes to her senses and dumps James but nobody is perfect. I…" Molly was just as bad as Arthur when it verbal diarrhea that he silenced her with a kiss.

"I have developed very strong feelings for someone. Or maybe I reignited those feelings that I long thought would never in a million years pan out. The answer is yes Molly. You haven't asked that question but you didn't have to." Arthur said with a smirk.

"Then why the hell didn't you tell me earlier? We've wasted perfectly good smooching time with me beating around the proverbial bush." Molly said a she balled up her fist. "Nobody not even you Thor messes with my smooching time."

"I find your voice incredibly sexy." Arthur said quietly.

Molly leaned her head forward so that she was inches from his ear. In a whispered tone she said, "You think my voice is sexy now? Just you wait. Even better follow me if you are man enough." She felt his large member throbbing up against her leg even through his jeans. Molly then leaped up off of the couch. She turned and headed towards the bedroom. Before she left the main room, she threw a wet piece of purple velvet at Arthur it hit him directly in the face. He was stunned that she threw something at him until he inhaled deeply. His nose was inundated with a unique sweet musky scent. It was a scent he had to smell again. One thing puzzled him though, just when Molly able to remove her soaked panties without him even noticing. This was one mystery he had to solve.

It took Arthur more than five minutes to realize what Molly was insinuating. He couldn't get beyond the fact that she threw her drenched purple panties at him. He had instantly become addicted to her scent. He realized that he was alone on a couch when there was the most beautiful woman waiting for him in the other room. He quickly pushed himself up off of the couch and ran into the bedroom only to be stopped in his tracks by what he saw on the bed. Molly was propped up on pillows in the very large bed.

Her legs were spread apart while her feet pushed into the bed forcing her knees up into the air. She was running her hand over her very slick folds while her other was gently caressing her large breasts still incased within that beautiful purple bra. Every so often her hand would pinch those hard little nubs poking through the expensive fabric. Arthur was stunned by the goddess laying there before for him. He loved the fact that she was a true redheaded woman. Her alabaster skin was glistening in the low light of the bedroom. Arthur felt conflicted. He felt much overdressed but also incredibly nervous. He was a rock star and now he felt the fear of performance anxiety mixed with stage freight.

Artie, this is your very large cock talking to you. That abnormally large brain of yours is trying to kill me, you, and this good time. Free my from my cloth prison and she will do the rest. I guarantee you that. It's my worry free philosophy. NOW DO WHAT I SAY!

He didn't have much of a choice after getting berated by his cock. His hands worked their magic and within seconds his pants and silk boxers were pooled on the floor. He was seconds away from taking his shirt off when he felt a warm hand wrap around his thick shaft. He hadn't noticed that Molly could have gotten off the bed that fast. Less than a second later, he felt and inferno of wetness around the head of his cock. It was pure will power that kept him from blowing his load down her throat.

What did I tell you Artie? Was I wrong? Keep this in mind and listen to me once in a while.

He was sure that his cock had some long speech prepared for him but the pleasure from Molly's mouth was the most perfect mute button ever created. He gently put his hands on the back of her head. He wanted her to lead this dance but he also didn't want to fall over on her. It would have given a lucky urologist another funny story to tell at a party if he did fall over on her while his cock was still in her mouth. Her hands weren't idle either. One was gently massaging his large scrotum while the other hand kneaded his firm ass cheeks. She was well versed in the art of multitasking. Her tongue had a mind of its own as it inventoried every throbbing vein with each pass.

Molly decided she wanted to test how far she could push Arthur. If he truly was the one for her, he would have no problem accepting and appreciating that special side of her. She kept that side of her personality hidden under heavy encryption and a biometric lock. She released his turgid member from her mouth with loud slurp. She then brought one of her hands down between her legs and rubbed two fingers over her wet folds. She collected a bit of her juice, stood up and offered it to Arthur as a special gift. He inhaled her fingers into his mouth. There was that intoxicating aroma again mixed in with the sweetest nectar that ever passed his lips. He lapped up all of her juices. In the process, he left her fingers completely coated with his saliva.

She dropped back down to the floor on her knees. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock and she steered it right back up to her lips. She tried to take in his entire length. It wasn't something she ever tried on somebody quite so big before but she wasn't daunted by any challenge. She relaxed her throat as best as she could. Each inch she took in brought his hairy crotch closer to her face. She could see that was something faint written on his skin underneath his pubic hair. She filed that away for later. She loved every little drop of pre-cum that leaked out of from the tip of his cock. She just needed to add a little more fruit to his diet to sweeten his unique taste a little more. She couldn't help but feed her sweet tooth. His cock throbbed as he held back his orgasm. She upped the pressure her lips put on his cock. After a few more moments, Arthur blasted more than ten ropes of hot thick cum down Molly's awaiting throat.

His body was shaking. There was nobody he could ever compare to Molly. Nobody left him shaking after the orgasm of a lifetime. He looked down and saw a small yet very satisfied smile on her face. She could tell that he was stunned and speechless. Yet his spent penis was a problem. She had dreams of getting rammed by that fat veiny cock. She just had to get him back into fighting form but that would take some time or some prescription pills that she didn't have nor did her Thor actually need. Then a brainstorm came to her, she wanted to test him and a certain skill he was rumored to have. She got up off of her knees and walked over the bed. She pulled off all of the unnecessary bed linens. She could feel the juices from her pussy running down each side of her inner thighs. The thoughts of him made all of that liquid possible.

She hopped up on to the raised bed. She saw Arthur still standing in the place that she left him. She knew her talents were good but she didn't think that they could turn men into stone. She picked up one of the hideously opulent throw pillows and she lobbed it at his head. She could have been a pitcher for the Elwood City Grebes. Sadly, the misogynistic owner wouldn't ever hire a woman to pitch for him. The pillow smacked Arthur in the back of the head and caused his head to lurch forward. He quickly turned around with an angered look plastered on his face until he saw Molly lying on the bed with her leg spread open. The low light hit her folds just right making her pussy glow as her body unconsciously shivered.

"Let's see if the man behind the baby grand can take those magical fingers and golden voice and play for one very tough customer at the most exclusive party in the world" Molly said before she used that classic finger twirl as she pointed at her wet snatch.

Arthur finally pulled his head out of his ass and ran over to Molly. His hard cock bounced with every step. It brought back fond memories of the first time she had caught a glimpse of that monster and it made her smile. He jumped up on to the bed. His head landed between her legs while his cock was trapped between two large white breasts. Molly let out a squeal of giggles. Thor's goatee was tickling her clit.

"Thor, you need to back your ass up so that my lips can wrap around that big piece of meat you have got swinging from your body. Otherwise, Ratburn will fail you for making a 68 instead of the wonderful 69." Molly's hands grabbed Arthur around his waist and pulled him into the right position.

Arthur planted his feet upon the headboard for stability as he tilted his head down into Molly's crotch. He wasn't scared of a tastefully trimmed redheaded bush. It drove up his drive. He laid kisses all around her inner thighs. They weren't really open yet. As much as Molly said she trusted Arthur, her body was an extremely tough customer. It seemed to be sizing him and his commitment to Molly up. Each kiss led to him using his tongue scrap along her thighs. After a multitude of kissing and licking, Molly's legs parted. He could have sworn he saw a pot of gold between her legs with a rainbow shooting out of her drenched pussy.

He felt waves of intense pressure which led to waves of pleasure as Molly inhaled the head of his cock. Her hand was wrapped around the long shaft. She slowly stroked him up and down in rhythm with her tongue dancing. His cock was leaking a good stream of precum. Molly had never tasted anything like it before and she was instantly addicted. Her free hand caressed Thor's sizable scrotum. Did she dare to dream of what their children could look like? Blue or green eyes, short or long ears, tails or none; it was dreams like these that really got Molly's juices flowing. Foreplay was good when the fire needed to be set but Mama was ready for the main event.

"Thor, I need your hammer in me now. I can't wait any longer. Come home where you were always welcomed even if you didn't know it or I ever admitted it." Molly said.

Arthur pushed himself up and off of Molly. There was a long thin stream of saliva that hung off of the tip of his cock that was still connected to her lips. Molly flexed her thighs in and out a few times each time her pussy made a squelching sound. What was it about Arthur that got her juices flowing? Nothing else she tried before worked this well. Not even her favorite toy was good enough. She opened her legs up wide as Arthur inched closer to her on his knees. His cock was hovering just outside of her wet lips when he tilted his head down and stole a kiss from his sweating yet smiling lover.

He pushed the head of his cock passed the slick folds of her pussy. She gasped inwardly even while they were still locked at the lips. She was being stretched in ways she couldn't even imagine or reproduce in real life. She would never buy a toy the same size as Arthur. There were no places where she could easily hide it. She curled her legs up and around his waist. She silently told him she wanted him to go deeper. She just needed to hang on. She grasped the bed sheets tightly in her hands as he started to pick up the pace.

Molly felt the head of his cock bottoming out at the top of her pussy. She was in shock when she looked down and still saw part of his shaft on the outside of her. There was only one place left inside of her for that big thing to go. She was fearful that with one more thrust he would push his head up into her womb. A real spike of fear ran through her mind. It was the time of the month where she was usually most fertile. She was off of birth control medication because she had sworn off any sexual contact and Arthur wasn't wearing any protection. He was very capable of producing kids if the size of his balls was a clue. All of these facts scared her until his fingers found her magic button. A huge rush of pleasure washed away. Then she knew, he was the one she had been searching for all along.

She could tell he was close. His cock was almost vibrating as he tried to last as long as possible. His face looked contorted with strain as his iron will power fought a very convincing case until Molly softly kissed him. She whispered to him that she was ready to start anew with him. She saw the strain leave his face as rope after hot sticky rope of baby batter left his cock. Her womb was filled to burst in under a second flat. The maid was going to get a huge tip the next day. The sheets were severely soiled but two sated lovers were intertwined and unconscious still attached to each other.

Morning came faster than either lover expected. Molly wanted a second round but an unpleasant odor invaded her nostrils. Being shagged into unconsciousness after an amazing round wasn't part of her plan. She needed a shower and fast. She felt something move inside her as she tried to pry herself out of Thor's warm embrace. He was still inside her and he was hard. Her poor pussy needed to be cleansed and desperate times called for desperate measures. She brought her hand up to her mouth and got her index finger good and wet. She then reached around with her free hand to Arthur's arse. Without warning, she quickly pushed her finger up past his puckered anal ring. Arthur's eyes shot open as he felt an intruder invade his second sensitive area.

"Thor, I would love another round with you but not until we are both clean. Call me crazy but I don't think I can release you until we melt away our sticky love juices under a stream of hot water. I wouldn't want to lose my beautiful bush. Since you seem to be stuck on me, I need you to carry me to the bathroom." Molly instructed her lover.

Arthur didn't need to say a thing as he gingerly picked up Molly. He slid across the bed with her in his lap. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as her arm clung around his head as he slowly stood up. Arthur's cock drove itself deeper into her with each step. Molly looked over Arthur's shoulder. They had did everything to that bed except for breaking it in two pieces.

The hot water fell from the rain shower faucet head mounted to the tiled ceiling of a massive walk-in shower with a glass door. Water hit every part of Molly's body. The hot water did wonders for her tense muscles. She felt that they were no longer stuck together. She motioned to Thor that she wanted to get down. He first pulled out his hard cock and then helped to back to her feet. She silently sighed at the loss of something so fulfilling. He was such a gentleman that he started to wash her. He paid special attention to her sensitive nipples. She wasn't sure if he was washing or massaging her. She didn't care either way it felt that good. It took her a few moments to realize that he had stopped rubbing her. She pressed her ass into his groin and was surprised to find that his erection was gone.

"Thor, what's wrong? I was hoping to claim this shower for Planet Molly." Molly said jokingly.

She was barely able to hear Arthur's voice over the shower. "You saw the tattoo." She felt his body shaking slowly at first until he collapsed onto the marble floor.

"THOR!" Molly screamed the top of her lungs.

Chapter Two