A/N: This story was inspired by a dream I had one night and some contents are similar to the film "Eye's Wide Shut,"

The graphic sex scenes I cannot take credit for since I do not have the slightest talent in such those kind is writings. I must give that credit to a dear friend who helped me with my other stories under this section.

The Sacred Queen Caitlin

"I'm telling you something's wrong!" Dominic exclaimed. "I found the jeep running and the TV still on..."

"Alright, I agree," Archangel said as he completed his walk through. "Something isn't right,"

"Sir, a witness saw a white van speed off about three hours ago" Marella said. "The team is taking an impression of the skid marks,"

"That has to be them!" Dominic said."But who? And why?"

"There hasn't been anything unusual going on with either of them?" Archangel asked.

"No, everything's been going well," Dominic said. "In fact, I think String was finally going to open up to Caitlin,"

"Dom, go check on Airwolf just to be sure," Archangel said.

"I'm on my way,"

Caitlin's hands were tied to a hook hanging from the ceiling. Her legs are spread about two feet with a spreader bar. Two beautiful naked women walk into the room. A tall busty blond brings in a bucket and a sponge. The short thin brunette has a long clothing box.

"Please. Where am I? Please let me down. Who are you?" They just stared back at her and smiled.

They put up her hair with a clip and start giving her body a sponge bath. The two women pay particular attention to her breasts, her trimmed petal, and tight ass. All the while, she continued to beg them to let her go.

When they were finished bathing her, they started rubbing strong smelling lotion over her legs and arms. Soon, the majority of her body is hairless. Suddenly two men dressed in black suits enter the room. "Is the Queen ready?" one of them asks. "The subjects are starting to show up."

"Please. Let me go." She starts to beg the two men. Tears streaming down her. Everyone still ignoring her.

"Why are you doing this?!" She cried. "Where's String?!"

"Just a second", the blond replies. She and the brunette rub a lotion all over her body that seems to make her skin glow. The blond goes to the box and takes out a purple and gold embroided silk ceremonial robe. "There." The two men start to walk towards Caitlin. Untying her her hands and removing the spreader bar the two men hold her to her spot. The two women dress her in the ornate robe fit for a Queen. The brunette goes into another box brought in by the two men. Carefully lifting out a large extravagant ornate mask of golden swirls with a cascade of gold, diamonds, beads, pearls, and tassels. The mask itself adorned with glittery and a shimmery cream finish. Fit for a Queen. The two women carefully place the mask over her face instantly feeling the weight. Tying the ribbon in place. The two women pinned the hood to conceal the rest of her head. Total anonymity. She was ready.

"The Queen is ready," The two women proclaim.

She started to struggle. They just kept on ignoring her it didn't matter what she wanted or thought. They lead her down a hallway making her realize that they were being held in a palatial mansion. They came to a door guarded by yet another man dressed in a black suit. "It's about time" the guard mumbles. He gives three knocks on the door. Outside the door two men dressed in hooded black robes each holding a staff, repeat the three knocks. The announcement of the Queen's arrival.

Two men dressed in black hooded robes replacing the suited guards flank her sides. The door opens revealing to Caitlin an expansive dramatic marble hall lit with hundreds of candles, with high ceilings and walls covered with black silk. The center of the hall floor was covered in red carpet and the mysterious red cloaked figure standing with an ornate staff. The two men began to gently pull Caitlin towards the center. Again starting to struggle finding it no use as they moved closer inside she sees the hall awash with hooded and venetian masked figures. Caitlin is trying to keep herself from visibly trembling the mask for now hiding her tears.

Upon reaching the Master of Ceremonies the two men are dismissed leaving Caitlin alone.

"My Queen," The Master says bowing his masked head.

The surrounding crowd follow in gesture. The Master raises his ornate gold staff giving one pound to the floor.

"You have been chosen as the new Queen for the sole purpose to copulate and produce a child," The Master said. "You will remain here until you do so,"

"Why?"

"You do not ask questions," The Master said. "You have one purpose only,"

The Master and his two men moved away from her to reveal a bed covered in satin purple sheeting. Caitlin began to shake at the sight of the King sized mattress and no sign of Hawke.

"There will be a break from tradition," The Master said. "The copulation will be with an outsider,"

Stirrings began around the crowd of the unexpected news. "When he is revealed, your fears will subside. I promise,"

Once again he raises his staff giving two pounds to the floor. "Bring him forth,"

The doors open revealing a man dressed in a blue robe similar to Caitlin's. His dark blue and gold mask adorned with tall dark blue feathers. As she they pulled him to the center placing him next to Caitlin. Facing each other. The Master began a chant.

"Hawke, please tell me it's you,"

"It's me Cait, are you all right?"

"I'd be lying if I said yes," She said. "What about you?"

"I'd be lying too," Hawke said. "Cait, I can't see a way out of this,"

"I know," Caitlin said. "String...I'm going to ovulate soon,"

"I know," He said. "It's going to happen, Cait,"

The Master finished his chant. "It is time," He declared again giving one pound to the floor.

Two masked men and women appeared disrobing Hawke and Caitlin. Murmurs came from the surrounding crowd at the sight of their naked bodies. Next their masks were removed simultaneously. The intensity of the surrounding murmurs increase as they lay witness to the chosen. Hawke looks to Caitlin she just stood there as a statue, like a monument frozen for eternity. The fear she felt was a being in itself because it wasn't just in her it was all around her. Her eyes trying so terribly hard to force the rest of her tears back and keep herself from crying. Embarrassed that Hawke has to see her this way full of fear. Feeling just as embarrassed as she Hawke uses every fiber of his body to keep his composure for her. Mortified at the thought that if he had not interfered she would be here alone being taken by a complete stranger.

"You will begin the copulation," The Master of Ceremonies ordered.

He took his place on a throne like chair of gold and red to watch over the proceedings.

"Cait, look at me. Remember your first day on the movie set and the kiss?"

"Yeah," she barely breathed out.

"Imagine the feeling of that kiss and imagine we're at the cabin in my loft," Hawke said. "That's how we're going to get through this,"

"More than a second take," Caitlin said remembering his remark back at the studio.

"Yeah, definitely..."

"Enough talking!" The Master said.

"Hey! we're not a machine!" Hawke shot back."Do you want a good show?!"

The Master silently sat back in his throne. "You will not be warned again,"

Without speaking, Hawke put his hand up to her face, brushed her cheek and then ran his hands through her hair. Grasping it firmly, he pulled her towards him and kissed her passionately, holding her there for what seemed like an eternity. He released her from his kiss, but not his grasp, looking at her appreciatively once more, as he felt her hands stroking his body.

He kissed her again. A little more slowly this time, he was taking his time, because the first touch of his lips on hers sent a jolt through his body that made him almost afraid. Their lips moved slowly, languidly. His hand traveled down her arms and back up, making every tiny hair stand on end. Slowly his hand traveled across her shoulder, his fingertips brushing her neck. Her lips parted, not from pressure from his tongue, but from shock at the overwhelming sensations in her body. His tongue eagerly accepted her invitation and sliding into her mouth. They kissed for a long time. Their tongues moved together, swirling and probing, as he pulled her closer as they explored each other's mouths as Cait began to slowly stroke his increasingly hard cock.

She looked into his eyes as she slowly knelt in front of him. Her nails moved slowly up and down his inner thighs causing his cock to twitch slightly. She watched it with desire and leaned in close, It was thick, and there was a glistening drop of precum suspended on the tip, begging for her attention. Her thumb brushed the tip of his cock and swirled the drop around, wetting the broad head. Moving forward she repeated the process, only this time with the flat of her tongue. Her mouth opened and took just the tip of his cock in her mouth, wrapping her lips around the head of the penis and sucked.

He tasted incredible. He was the perfect combination of salty and male musk. Taking his scent and his taste, turned on by what she was experiencing with them. Hawke was frozen still, his stomach clenched in...anticipation? Restraint? Pleasure? Maybe a combination of all these. she let the suction go from around the cock in her mouth. She collected the moisture up in her mouth and proceeded to bath his cock with her tongue, trying to both wet it and her lips for what I was about to do. She pulled back a little and allowed her saliva to stream out of her mouth onto his cock, not quite spitting, but not drooling either.

She looked up at him as she did this. When they made eye contact he whispered, "Do it," She didn't hesitate. She swallowed his dick deeply into her mouth, all the while rubbing her tongue along the shaft. He felt good and right in her mouth. She pulled back so only the tip was past her lips before going back down. One hand reached up to cup his balls, the other gripped the base to keep it still. Hawke placed his hands at the back of her head guiding her up and down on his cock, showing her what he wanted.

She alternated between teasing flicks of her tongue along his shaft to deeply sucking him down her throat all the way. As much as possible, she kept a tight ring of suction around this cock with her lips. She could feel his excitement mounting to a critical point. Her up down movements became quicker. She could feel his testicles tighten up, knowing it was close. Hawke quickly pulled her up gripping the back of her neck kissing her hard, taking Cait's breath away. He gently glides Caitlin and him down on to the bed, their lips never parting. Suddenly he lifted off of, flipping her onto her front. Rubbing his hands all over her back and down sides. The touch of his tongue running down her spine, his teeth on the side of her waist were making her whimper and press her pelvis into the mattress. her heart was thumping against her chest. Her insides were contracting. Feeling his tongue slide between her buttocks, over her anus and right to the entrance of her love hole.

Then she felt his teeth in her buttock as he sucked her flesh into his mouth. The mixture of frustrated anticipation and the new, slightly painful sensation made her gasp and grip the sheets frantically. Flipping her onto her back again opening her eyes as he his lips and tongue to work on her neck. His tongue moves over and around her petal, diving between the lips and flicking over the clit. Cait feels him draw her clit into his mouth and suck hard on it. "Don't stop!

Cait's breathing was coming hard and fast and moaned as he breathed into her ear, sending shivers throughout her body, causing her to arch her back, sending more juices flowing. Lifting her buttocks again, inviting him in and his tongue darted forward obligingly two or three times, earning him a mouthful of sticky juices that surged forth again from her body as she groaned with pleasure.

His head moves back and forth as he blows, sucks and strokes her petal. One hand is placed under her bottom lifting her to his mouth, the other used to spread her lips open, giving his tongue the hole it wishes to pursue. Her hands move to grab her breast, but are held tight against the bed. Cait kicked her leg in frustration, thrusting her hips again into his face, driving his tongue, mouth and nose against her. "Fuck me!" she moaned. His tongue moves faster, his fingers dig into the cheek of her ass as she wraps her legs around him, holding his head to her wet petal. His finger drives deep into her snatch along with his tongue, together they move in a motion known by all of human nature. He thrust his tongue and finger deeper, harder. Cait feels her stomach contract, her petal opening, blossoming up for him. His tongue moves to her slit, two fingers screw into her, sliding and pumping into her hot hole. Cait looks down and feels herself come as she gazes at Hawke's head buried between her legs. Cait's orgasm erupts from her body as cum flows fast and thick through the dark tunnel until it reaches his mouth. He sucks the juice from her snatch, being sure to get every drop that escapes her. She arches up and back down continually, until she feels the last quivers leave her body. Hawke brings his lips down to her mouth, the kiss is slow and gentle. Tasting her own cum on his tongue and smell the musky scent of her sex on his face. She moans into his mouth as his tongue touches hers, softly guiding it across his.

In her own act of small aggression. Cait sits up as their lips are still joined together pushing Hawke on to his back.

Cait straddle his hips and let his hard cock rest against the wet lips of her pussy. She sits there and lets his body become accustomed to the feel of her. His cock straining to be allowed inside, but she makes him wait, not knowing how long that will be, but knowing that it will be for quite awhile.

"No! Cait!" Hawke breathlessly exclaimed.

"Please, let me take the burden off you," Cait said. "It's alright,"

She pushes herself up, her wet petal resting just above the head of his cock, bending down, Cait's breast touches his. Hery mouth begins a quest to learn him, to search every part of his face and neck until all pieces of his features are burned into her mind, storing his taste on the buds of her tongue. Her breast pushes against his chest as she bends her arms placing one on each side of his face. Their heads are just inches away from each others as she gazes deep into his eyes, seeing her own reflection of love, she kisses them closed. With her lips closed she learns the shape of his brows, his forehead, his cheeks, running her lips smoothly along them, petting his face. Her mouth opens to nibble at his jaw, then his ear. Cait feels his hands clench her waist as she moves her petal over his cock, not letting it enter him, but letting it become lathered in the cum that is resting, waiting to be used.

Cait moans as she feels his cock quiver against her, sitting up, taking his hands from her hips, she places one on her breast and the other she holds in her hands. His hand cupping her breast and teasing her nipple as she massages circles into his upper arm, kneading the muscle, relaxing it, learning it. Hawke lets both of her hands move down to his elbow, where she traces it with her nails, learning the feel of it and the texture of the hairs on his arm. She turn his arm over tracing the veins with her fingers, following them to his wrist, her fingernails trace the path of veins slowly, methodically, bringing his wrist up to flick with her tongue. She tastes his skin, feels his pulse then licks his palm. Cait hears his breathing increase as she sucks each finger deep into my mouth, as if each one were a cock, needing drained of fluid. Her own petal wiggles against the hard rod, that aches for her to ride it. She lowers his hand to his thigh and slides further down his.

Her petal once again teases the shaft of his cock, the lips separate just enough to let themselves fold over his firmness. As she lowers herself to learn his nipples. She lets her own breath cover his skin. Hawke's hand comes up to hold Cait's hair away from her face so he can watch her slowly lick his body. She traces his nipple with her tongue, letting it raise up from the center and form a hard, firm, button. Her teeth latch on to it, pulling gently so that her tongue can run across the clenched tip. Moving back and forth across the nipple Cait's tongue teases it, before her teeth release and her mouth sucks gently. Her other hand reaches down and rubs the head of his cock, feeling it pulsate in her grip. Cait rubs the wetness that has been slowly covering it, due to her constant moving against the shaft, grasping his cock her hand gives a few long strokes. Cait brings her wet hand back up to his mouth, letting him suck the juice of her snatch from her fingers. Her eyes watch his tongue circle her fingers drawing them deep into his mouth. Her pussy becomes more soaked with juice, as she gyrates against his cock. Abandoning his mouth Cait let's her self torment his other nipple, drawing it in to her fiery haven, sucking it hard, wanting to bring his body to a shivering rage as he had done to hers. Pulling and tugging, she hears him call her name.

"Oh, God! Cait!"

His breathing is heavy and his eyes watch her. Placing her hands on her thighs. He takes his shaft, rubs it against her swollen slit and wet lips. Cait teeth bite her lower lip, her back arches as she tries to impale her body onto his shaft. He puts his other hand on her hip, steading her movements as he slowly guides her down over the head of his cock. She closes her eyes, feeling his head enter her, the edge of it moving in and out of her, stoking itself against the opening of her petal. Cait whimpers in a pleading sound, begging him to let her ride him. He places his cock further inside her and uses his hand to lower her further onto the hard shaft. His thumb pushes against her clit, finally he lets her take him in completely. A sigh of satisfaction escapes Cait's lips as she let's herself slide slowly up and down his cock. She sneaks a look at the surrounding figures and the Master. She conceals her investigating by giving looks of wicked grins and of pleasure and ecstasy around the room. As she slowly and sensually bobbed up and down, she sucked a finger while glancing at the Master. Running her hands over herself giving lustful looks to the crowd. She could tell they were enjoying themselves by a familiar motion of concealed arms.

Pushing herself up then back down, over and over they thrust themselves against each other. His hips lift her up, her own body works against his and she pushes back down. He bucks. She rides. Over and over they move together, setting a pace of heat and passion. Their bodies slip and slide, the sweat easing their riding so they move faster, quicker, slamming into each others sex. Cait feel herself weakening, begging him to continue her ride for her. His hands move to her hips, he lifts her to the tip of his cock, slamming her down hard against him, driving her on and on, making her petal quiver and shake, as she calls out his name. His hands dig at her hips as he continues to drive himself up into her snatch. His balls slap against her as she feels the first rain of orgasm hit her. Cait screams out his name letting her fluids rush over his cock.

"Oh, String!" She screams.

Hawke flips her over on to her back. Straddling her lowering himself on to her. Hawke pushing his cock between the tops of her thighs, sliding the lips of her petal apart, sending jolts of pleasure through her body as his shaft passed over her clit. Cait tried opening her legs but his knees kept them together. His hands pushed her breasts together and his fingertips rolled her nipples between them, connecting them to her clit by some invisible energy net. His shaft slid easily up and down, up and down, as it became coated in her juices, rubbing her clit and her inner lips, making her writhe and moan, and push more juices from her swollen petal. His serious face looking into her eyes as she bit her lower lip and her shoulders lifted from the bed with the contractions of her stomach and pelvic muscles.

"You're beautiful," he whispered as she came, white light exploding behind her eyes and electricity pulsing through her body.

He'd stopped moving and was tonguing and sucking on her nipple as Cait lay there panting.

"Oh God," Cait breathed. "Oh God, that was amazing." He looked at me and smiled. His blue eyes no longer seemed sad, but bright with lust. "Fuck me," she whispered.

"Cait, I'm sorry," Hawke said searching her eyes.

"Don't be," She said pressing a finger to his lips

"I can't wait any longer," he growled into her ears.

"Don't," She tells him.

Her head tilted to his, looking deep into his eyes as he rises above her. The head of his member presses against her slit. Taking it in his hand, he glides it across her slit and between the warm, wet lips of her sex, until, finally, she feels the head slide into the moist, heated hole. "Oh, String," She whispers, as he enters her; one long, slow push into the cavern of her soul.

His eyes are closed, savoring the moment; enjoying the feel of her body surrounding him, accepting his offer, his gift and his love. "I love you,," he whispers into ner ear, as he slowly begins to slide his shaft in and out of her body. From the tip of his cock, and then back down to the base, her walls are stroked and savored, with each loving push of his desire for her.

Soon they are lost. Each of their minds has lost the battle of slow, savoring movements, and together they begin to move faster. Her hips lift and fall, as the muscles of her body clasp around him. She can feel his hardness; his rippling member, as it forces itself to move faster between her tight surroundings. She can feel the head of him, pushing and pressing, digging its way into her being.

Her nails claw at him, digging into his flesh, as her back arches. His teeth devouring her neck, shoulders, breasts. He is everywhere, and she is there with him. They are one. Nothing separates them at this moment; this bittersweet song of love, wishes, hopes and dreams. The crescendo of their love-making continues with each thrust of his cock, and each clenching that burdens its sides.

Faster and harder they move, their sexes becoming engorged with the need to possess the other. Slick, moist heat covers the hairs that mingle with each other. String and Cait grind, push, press, and ride the wave of everlasting lust. He pushes deeper, then draws out, only to impale her once more. "Ohhh. Yess!" She calls out, back lifting in the air, her legs wrapped tight around him, holding him to her.

"Yes, Cum for me," The growling of his words tingles her soul as she gasps, moaning and pleading for him to continue.

"OH, STRING!" Cait yells, as the final depth of her heart is touched and consumed, and the flow of her orgasm finally escapes its inner prison. The liquid fire leaves her body, covering his head, his shaft; seeping down to his balls.

"Oh, God!" he moans, low and soft, as he pushes once more and releases his own seed, burying it deep inside her. Pushing hard and deep, the head hitting against the place that is owned by him, Cait feels his hot juices hit her inner cave splashing against her walls, as their love mixes with each other. Nothing is said; no words spoken, as their bodies pump as one. Slower their movements become, till only the pulsating muscles of her sex move and the jerks from his softening cock begin to subside.

Hawke kisses Cait deeply, as he pulls himself from her. Only the two of them exist at this moment; this time is theirs. He lowers his hips backdown remaining on top of her. He tucks her hair behind her ears, kissing the top of her head while his fingers comb her hair.

"This is so humiliating," Cait said with tears starting barely even looking at him.

She could barely look at him the feeling of degradation in front of the man she has secretly longed for.

"Cait, I'm embarrassed too," Hawke said. "We have each other,"

"Are you ok?" She asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," Hawke said. "For the most part,"

The Master rises from his throne like chair pounding his staff one time. "You have fifteen minutes to complete your recovery,"

"Enjoy the show?" Hawke asked sarcastically. "How long are you going to keep us going?"

"Absolutely! you both went well beyond our exceeded expectations," The Master said. "Until I say so,"

The Master and the surrounding audience leave Hawke and Caitlin alone together with only security there for company.

A blanket soon surrounds their bodies and each are given a glass of water.

"This is my fault," Cait said. "I should have noticed..."

"Cait, this isn't your fault," Hawke said.

"String, if I've had noticed you wouldn't be stuck here,"

"Right now there's no where else I'd rather be," Hawke said."If I knew this was happening to you, I would be going out of my mind,"

"They're going to have us here for days even a week," Caitlin said.

"And if we're not successful, longer" Hawke said.

"Why do they want my baby?" Caitlin wondered.

A security guard stepped forward. "You know the rules," he warned.

"I don't know, but they did pick the most beautiful woman," Hawke said. "I'll give them credit for that,"

"String, stop it," Caitlin said. "You have Anna, she's beautiful,"

"No, I don't have her," Hawke said. "I was going to break up with her tonight actually,"

"Why?" Caitlin asked. "She was really nice,"

"Because of you," Hawke bluntly said.

"What? Why?"

"Because, I love you," Hawke said.

Caitlin began to cry at his revelation. "I've waited so..." she whispered.

"I know, I picked a hell of a place and time to tell you," Hawke said as he gathers her close."I promise, I'll make it up to you,"

"You better believe you are," Caitlin said. "Because so help me god..."

"There's my girl," Hawke grinned as her fiery attitude was starting to reignite in her.

They were jolted out of their little world by the familiar pound of the Master's staff.

"Guess, it's time to start round two," Caitlin said as sadness and fear returned to her eyes.

"Caitlin, we will get through this," Hawke said. "They'll find us,"

"String, If I get..."

"They will not get our baby," Hawke said.