The Sacred Queen Caitlin

Chapter 4

The next day...

Dominic was sitting in his office going over the little information that Archangel had been able to unearth. Over twenty-four hours and still no word from anyone about anything, he wanted to run out and get Airwolf but she wouldn't be a help with nothing to go on. There was a small comfort knowing after Archangel's team investigated the cemetery there was nothing to be found. With no word all sorts of things were going through his mind, mentally and emotionally kicking himself for not being more aware of that car the day in question. Around that time everything was great, everyone was in good spirits. Caitlin just started dating a new guy who seemed pretty nice and very attentive to her. He was like a puppy. String was keeping company with another cookie cutter Barbie type. This one was nice and sweet, but Dominic could tell Hawke was growing bored and his real feelings were beginning to simmer to the surface about Caitlin. Dominic was sure String viewed Cait's new boyfriend as a threat to his possible future happiness with her.

All of a sudden he was jolted out his deep thoughts by the sound of a female voice.

"Cait?!"

"Hawke?!" The woman shouted."Hawke?"

Dominic rushed out of the office only to find Anna, Hawke's current female companion. She just like all the others was beautiful. Her hair was a rich shade of mahogany. It flowed in waves to adorn her glowing, porcelain-like skin. Her eyes, framed by long lashes, were a bright, emerald-green and seemed to brighten the world. A straight nose, full lips - she seemed the picture of perfection. But Dominic knew these type of women were not String's real taste in women, these are women he knows he can't bring any harm to. Because he would could not curse them with real love.

"Mr. Santini, where's String?" She asked sounding nervous. "Is everything alright?"

"Anna.."

"This isn't like him," Anna said. "We were supposed to go to Whispers,"

"Whispers?" Dominic asked.

"You know that new romantic restaurant," Anna said. "I think he was going to propose!"

"Propose..."

"Yes, wait?! You don't think he got cold feet?!" Anna wondered as her imagination began to run wild.

"Anna, calm down," Dominic said. "He didn't stand you up on purpose,"

"Then where is he?"

"He had a..."

"Cait?" A male voice came echoing through the hanger. "Cait, are you here?"

"Kurt what are you doing here?" Dominic asked looking surprised.

"Looking for Cait," Kurt said. "We had a date last night, she didn't show or call,"

"You too?" Anna said.

"Excuse me?" Kurt said. "Who are you?"

Dominic couldn't believe his eyes and stunned into silence.

"Anna, Hawke's girlfriend. I was stood up as well," She said. "Where were you supposed to go last night?"

"Whispers," James said. "It was hell to get a reservation,"

"Me too!" Anna exclaimed. "How convenient, they both disappear at the same time,"

"Did you pick or did he?" Kurt asked.

"He did," Anna said getting angry. "What about you?"

"She did," Kurt said. "Well, it looks like we were dumped,"

"Yeah, I thought he was going to propose," Anna said.

"I was going to propose," Kurt said.

"What?!" Dominic exclaimed. "You were going to propose? You only started..."

"Yeah," Kurt said. "I guess they chose each other,"

"Hey, are you free tonight?" Anna asked.

"Yeah, my calendar just cleared," Kurt said. "Drinks?"

"Drinks, it is," Anna said hooking her arm in his as they lead each other out of the hanger.

Three days later...

Hawke watched Caitlin lie in her cell tossing and squirming from pain. It was near impossible for her to find any comfort on the small cot as she wrestled with the chain from her ankle. His back was sore but was calmed downed by the anti inflammatory's and ice packs. Caitlin could barely walk, sit or stand from the near hard constant pounding he has been forced to inflict on her. He could hear her small whimpers of pain in the night even from the slightest move of her hips she almost cried. She was being fed with nothing but yams, berries and odd teas with an occasional piece of red meat.

For the last five days Hawke and Caitlin engaged in endless marathons of sex and hard intercourse, hours they would be together with no pauses in between. From the mid afternoon until past midnight. Entertaining and conceiving a child for a still unknown purpose. Hawke noticed as the time went on there were more flowers about the hall and the smell of lavender was growing stronger everyday. The curtains covering the walls changed color each day from the first night being black. The following days they were changed to a bright blue followed by the next day being lavender. The last two days were of pink and yellow. He was at a loss trying to find more clues and as how to escape. One thing that was troubling him was why was it taking Dominic and Archangel so long to find them.

"String, this is the last day I'm ovulating," Caitlin blurted out.

"Are you sure?" Hawke asked.

"Yes, they've been checking me everyday and I know on my own as well," Caitlin said.

"You think after today they'll stop us?" Hawke said. "Wait and see,"

"You are right Mr. Hawke, after today we will wait and see if you were successful in breeding my Queen," The Master of Ceremonies said standing at the door to the room.

"What happens to him if I do become pregnant?" Caitlin asked.

"We're going to keep both you," The Master of Ceremony said."Usually, we dispose of the Queen once she has bore the child. But the two of you are too exciting to give up and you are the most beautiful Queen that has been bestowed,"

"What happens to the baby?" Hawke asked."How come you're not mating with your Queen?"

"Both questions are none of your concern," The Master said. "If you ask again, I will reconsider disposing of you,"

"I don't think you can," Hawke said."Physically,"

"That's enough!" The Master seethed. "Prepare them,"

"Cait, since it's our last time let's have a little fun with them," Hawke said.

"I'm game," Caitlin said. "I have something in mind just follow my lead,"

Farmer's Market that same day...

Archangel's men were in place as they waited for the van to arrive. Dominic was waiting nearby along with Archangel and Marella at the temporary base of operations. With each passing minute Dominic's pacing grew more in intensity making Archangel twitch with irk.

"Dominic, please try and calm down," Archangel pleaded. "I know it's hard but we need to concentrate,"

"Easy for you to say," Dominic said. "Harder for me to do,"

"Sir, they have sighting of the van," Marella said relaying the message from her earphone.

"Good, make sure the men make a buy before moving in," Archangel said."I want to make sure they're the right one's,"

The van parked without shutting the motor down, two men wearing black suits exited heading toward one particular stand. The seller had their order ready and waiting for a quick easy pick up. As soon as the purchase exchanged hands Archangel's men closed in. People scattered everywhere as his men quickly cleared the area.

Don't move!" One shooter said. "Get down on your knees now!"

The two men cooperated doing as they were instructed. "Suspects are secure,"

"We didn't do anything," One man said. "Just shopping,"

"You're both under arrest for kidnapping,"

"We didn't kidnap anybody," The other man said. "We don't know what you're talking about,"

"Alright! we got them!" Archangel smiled. "Bring them straight to interrogation,"

"Thank god!" Dominic said with a big sigh of relief. "Let's go get some answers,"

The mansion...

As Hawke sat down on the bed Caitlin stood before him, asking in her most seductive tone. "So tell me, Stringfellow... What do you like?"

"Beautiful...confident...sexy women such as your self," he answered, gently tugging on the belt that held her robe closed.

Pulling the belt fell free of its bow, Caitlin's robe fell open. Hawke running his hands over her exposed front, her skin growing warm as his strong hands caressed her. His hands wandered to breasts his fingers tracing around her nipples.

The satiny fabric felt like a soft caress as it glided down her arms. Cait felt breathless as Hawke pulled her even closer to him. Unable to resist anymore, Cait seized his face with both hands pulling him toward her so that she could taste his beautiful lips. She couldn't fight the moan of delectation as his tongue urgently wrestled with hers. Cait began to unleash the belt of his robe as her tongue toyed with his. Urgently she pushed the robe from his shoulders running her hands over his shoulders. Cait heard him groan as she gently grazed his shoulder blades with her fingernails.

Hawke pulled away from Cait slightly, "I want you to dance for me."

Eager to please, Cait slowly backed away from him. She began to slowly and sensuously gyrate her hips as she slowly ran her hands over her body for him. His lazy, yet sexy smile seemed to spur on her performance. She stood before Hawke completely exposed for his viewing pleasure. Crooking his finger at her, beckoning her. Cait leisurely strolled to him, smiling saucily, as if he had been her lover for years. Standing in front of him, she began to finish undressing him until he too was completely exposed to her.

The crowd of masked watchers moaned and whispered amongst themselves in surprise.

Cait smiled in appreciation and exultation as his thick, hardening cock seemed to reach for her as it grew. She grazed the length of it with her fingernails before circling the head with her fingertips. Brazenly wrapping her hand around his thickness. She could feel his heart beat through his shaft.

"I'm going to enjoy this . . ." Cait said looking into her eyes.

As she stroked Hawke Cait gently kissed his neck . . . kissed his lips . . . licked his ear. She was rewarded with his groans of enjoyment as her hand ran up and down his shaft. She slowly slid herself down to her knees still locked on to his eye's. Slowly closing her lips over the head of his manhood. He groaned as she slowly began to stroke him with her lips, taking more and more of him into her mouth with every stroke. Wrapping her hand around the base of his member to accentuate the motion of her mouth.

Hawke grabbed her head and began to raise his hips to her mouth over and over. She knew he was enjoying himself... she sucked him off until felt his shaft twitch in her mouth feeling his hot juice hitting the back of her throat. Sliding down her throat easily taking it all in.

Cait stood before him pushing him onto his back before climbing over him. Running her moistening petal over his now soft member feeling it instantly begin to spring back to life. "Yesss," she purred into his ear sexily as his hands roamed over her back and bottom. Hawke pulled Cait higher over him taking her breasts into his mouth. Her back arched spontaneously as he sucked on one nipple and played with the other. Reflexively her hips began to roll against him, my wet petal rubbing against his taut belly. Catching her completely off guard, he firmly whacked her on her bottom. Though it stung, there was also an unexplainable pleasure that came along with the sting. A moan escaped from her lips before she could stop it.

"You like that?" he asked against her breast.

"Oh yes," she said breathlessly. In response, he smacked her again, sending shivers up her spine.

"Mmmm..."

Rolling her over onto her back pinning both of her hands down with one of his. "You are so fucking sexy," he whispered, using his free hand to gently fondle her. His hand finding her wet petal slowly slipping one finger inside. Brushing the moisture over her throbbing slit. Caitlin thrashed beneath him as he toyed with her, rubbing her slit with the pad of his thumb while he fucked her with two fingers her hips against his hand, rejoicing in what he was making her feel. He set her hands free as he once again covered a nipple with his mouth. Her hands instinctively grasped his head, bringing him deeper into the swell of her breast.

He then began to trail downward, running his tongue between her breasts, down her stomach then further down to replace his thumb at her slit, causing her to moan.

"Mmmm...oh shit...String,"

He devoured her, licking her slit sucking at the wet juices that flowed from her dripping petal. Cait tossed about calling out his name as he pleased her as though we were long time lovers. Licking her into orgasmic bliss. Cait almost cried in sadness when he tore his mouth away from her pulsating petal. He quieted her objections, kissing her deeply as he slid his shaft deep into her patch.

"Oh god,"

Moaning into his mouth as he began to pummel her patch spreading it with the size of him. "Yes yes yes," she chanted over and over as he held her legs open to gain even better access to the treasure that she was allowing him to have. As he pounded into her, Cait felt the pressure in her rise before her body was taken over in another powerful orgasm.

"That's a good girl," Hawke complimented, still pounding away. "Cum for me."

Cait tossed her head left to right in rapture as he played with her slit while fucking her. Another orgasm snuck up on her taking her breath away for a moment. Her hands tore at the sheets as her orgasm refused to slacken.

"Fuck," Hawke moaned as he felt her petal clench around his shaft over and over again.

Suddenly he pulled out of her and climbed out of the bed.

"Come here."

Cait rose from the bed. Bending her over the bed sliding his slick member back into her dripping snatch proceeding to fuck her from behind. As he hammered into her wetness, gripping her waist with one hand.

Smack!

The sound of his hand quickly connecting to her bottom filled the room.

Pain and pleasure filled her entire body. "Yes!" she cried out.

He smacked her bottom again and she cried out again.

"You love it, don't you?" he asked, knowing the answer already as he smacked her again and again.

"Ooh!" Cait cried out as he pummeled her patch. "Don't stop,!" She said saucily, causing him to fuck her even harder.

"Say it again!" he demanded hotly, smacking her harder than before, sending her into her fourth orgasm of the evening.

"Don't stop!" She screamed, sending him over the edge.

Cait laid her head on the bed, now weak and spent. "Oh... my... God," she mumbled into the bedspread.

The Firm...

"It seems our two guards are former special ops," Michael said. "Now turned guns for hire,"

"Definitely a professional abduction," Marella said. "Someone with deep pockets,"

"Which means it will be harder to break them," Dominic said.

"Oh ye of little faith," Michael said. "You've never seen us interrogate,"

Interrogation room one...

"I'm not talking," The suspect said as Marella entered the room.

"We'll see about that," Marella said as she sat down across from him opening a file, pulling out a picture of Caitlin.

"I told you before, I don't know what you're talking about," The suspect said. "We didn't kidnap anyone,"

"Does she look familiar?" Marella asked.

"No, don't know her,"

"What about him?" Marella asked pulling out a picture of Hawke.

"Really, are you sure?" She asked.

"Yes positive, never seen them before," He said.

Marella placed an evidence bag in front of him. The bag contained a piece of paper with Caitlin's name, address and telephone number.

"We found this in the glove compartment of the van," Marella said. "Along with a bottle of chloroform,"

"It proves nothing," The suspect said. "That van is a rental,"

'We know, and it has been in your possession for two months," Marella said. "We also have a witness who saw two men both fitting the description of you and your friend, abducting her and this man five days ago using chloroform. Putting them into a white van that matches yours and the plate number they gave also matches. And your fingerprints are on the bottle of chloroform. Game's over,"

"Alright...it was us," The suspect said after the evidence before him.

"Who and why?" Marella asked.

Interrogation Room two...

"That's very interesting," Meryl stated. "Because we have a witness who saw two men fitting your description, kidnap a man and woman. With a van just like the one you and your friend was driving,"

"It wasn't us,"

"All right here's the deal," Alex said. "Our witness also got your plate number off of your van and we also have a piece of paper with this woman's personal information. It was found in the glove compartment along with the rag and the bottle of chloroform you used. So...we do know that you kidnapped them and we have enough evidence to charge both of you with kidnapping,"

The man just sat there silent not answering anymore questions.

"Listen, we can dig real far into your past and drudge up some other charge and tack it on to this. Your former special ops now playing gun for hire, I'm sure your bank accounts will be a real interesting read," Meryl breathed into his ear.

He sat there for a few moments silent. "Ok..I'll tell you what you want to know,"

Interrogation Room one...

"Who wanted them?" Marella asked.

"They call themselves The Tamerlan Society, a religious cult," The man said. "They worship nature and Egyptian gods,"

"Why did they specifically want her? And how did they find her?"

"They found her through one of her Doctor's, who's a member of the society," The man said. "They picked her to have a child,"

"What do you mean a child?" Marella shocked.

"According to their religion there are three spring fertility holiday's, that represent birth, death and rebirth. Right now is the final of the three. Apparently it's the time of love, union and fertility. Specifically the union of a god or goddess or a King and Queen. Joining two halves to make a single whole, the third entity.

"A sign of the trinity?" Marella wondered.

"Your guess is as good as mine," The man said. "Sounds about right and baby makes three,"

"So she's the Queen?"

"Yes, and let me tell you the high priest he's really obsessed with this woman, gave us a detailed report on her the size of a novel,"

"What was in this report?" Marella asked.

"It had everything from the time she woke up to the exact time her lights went out in her apartment. Exact time she left for work..where she stops for coffee..where she shops and how long she was there ..what she bought. Each time she went to the gym. Who she was with on whatever day, what they were doing and for how long. The guy is the poster boy for obsessed. Takes it to a whole new level,"

Interrogation Room two...

"What's his name?"

"David Estrich, he's the head priest or as he calls himself the God Geb" The man said.

"The Egyptian god of earth?" Meryl asked. "The stuff from the market you buy all those herbs and roots are for fertility,"

"Yeah, here's the story with this clan of fruit loops," The man said."They're pagans who worship Egyptian gods and think they're witch's without casting any magic. They meet eight times a year during their holiday's and before you ask who is part of this box of nuts. I want a deal,"

"Why would we do that?"

"Because when I tell, you'll mess those impeccable white pants of yours,"

Interrogation Room one...

"Why did you take him?" Marella asked pointing to the picture of Hawke.

"Only she was the target, he interfered," The man said. "We took him so he couldn't turn us in,"

"Is he still where you took them,"

"Yeah, in fact he stepped in to save her from the original chosen one," He said. "She was to mate with another,"

"You mean this priest who was obsessed with her, wasn't going to mate with her?"

"He physically couldn't," He said.

"What do they plan to do with the baby?"

"That we were not privy too,"

"Now the sixty four thousand dollar question," Marella said. "Where are they?"

Interrogation Room two...

"In Santa Barbara, there's an estate just off the one o' one. You can't see it from the road it's surrounded by thick bushes and trees. You can only see it from the air,"

"Is it next to the cemetery?" Meryl asked with realization.

"Yes, and you better hurry because today is the last day that they'll be together," He said.

"What do you mean?"

"It's the last day of her fertility and if she becomes pregnant they'll separate them to different locations. Until she gives birth," He said. "And it could be anywhere,"

Observation Room...

Marella and Meryl join Archangel and Dominic in the observation room, everyone sensing a relief of finally having knowledge of their disappearance. Everyone except Dominic who was staring out the window at one of the men.

"Obsessed and twisted doesn't even begin to describe this situation," Archangel said.

"I know the estate he's talking about but it's been unoccupied for years," Meryl said. "I can't believe we were right next to them,"

"Are we going to cut a deal?" Marella asked."It could be worth our while,"

"You're going to make a deal with them?!" Dominic exclaimed.

"Dominic, listen to me we now know where Hawke and Caitlin are. If I cut a deal with them, we can get the whole society and shut them down before they do something like this again," Archangel said.

"This makes me sick to my stomach," Dominic said tears starting to fall. "Caitlin was going to be..."

"Thank god for Hawke's interference and now you need to go get Airwolf and help us get them out of there," Archangel said.

"Right,"

The mansion...

Staring directly at him she lifted her right hand to her mouth and ran her fingertips slowly across her slightly parted lips. Moving with rhythm, she lifted her left hand to her face and let both slide down her neck slowly, onto her chest, lightly grazing her plump breasts until falling again to her sides. He cupped his left hand around her face and neck, his fingers entangled in her mane and his thumb over her lips. Their eyes focused on each other's and for a moment they were both breathless. His clear blue eyes, full of determination, seduced by the wild, blue eyed beauty that stood before him; her lashes, her cheeks, her lips... her awe inspiring lips.

He inhaled deeply, leaned in and softly kissed her. Lip upon lip, moistened by the gentle caress of their tongues. Deep breaths and slow exhales layered between the sounds of their suckled lips. Time moved at a slithering pace, fueling the already smouldering fire within. Each breath out pulled him back in. He yearned for her, to run his hands along her skin, to cloak every curve of her body with his kiss. He moved his hand down her side, across her leg and let it trickle up her inner thigh. She reached up out of his embrace and with her hands on his chest she suddenly pushed him down on to the bed. She climbed on top straddling him. He didn't want to play this cat and mouse game, he wanted her. He needed her. But she was having way too much fun to stop now.

"Don't move," she whispered and shot him a sultry look.

She let go of any inhibitions and gave herself completely to the movement. Her pelvis moved in slow thrusts, rolling out and in like waves against his manhood. Her hands pressed against her breasts, pushing down gently and then squeezing hard in an upward motion that allowed. She did this several times, each time squeezing harder, letting out a soft moan. Her left breast exposed, she lifted her hand and licked her thumb. Covering her nipple in saliva, she circled her thumb around the light brown peek that formed in the centre of her breast. Hand stretch, she groped herself, ran two fingers along the sides and tugged at her hard nipple.

The tension was palpable. He realized then he was breathing heavily, panting like an animal in heat. She nuzzled his neck seductively nibbling his ear, he remained completely still. Her mesmerizing hips were still in motion. She rested her cheek against his and as she pushed forward in a hard and slow drive into his groin, exhaled into a deep moan. He could feel her warm breath on his neck and the swelling of his shaft growing. She pulled her hair to the side and dipped her head forward between his neck and shoulder. He leaned up and kissed her neck, her shoulder and then dragged his lip back to her neck again. He put his hands on her hips and she instantly ran her fingers between his, lifted them to her breasts and then squeezed. Her petal pushed firmly against his shaft, she provocatively circled in what seemed like a sideways eight: up, sideways, down, up, side, down; each move, a smooth transition to the next. Her petal grinding against his member pushing him back into the bed and then rocking up against his hardening cock. As if with a mind of their own, his hands fell on each cheek with a light slap, gripping firmly on her flesh. She flipped her hair, lifted her body and retreated back into his shoulders. He cupped his hands around her bottom in such a way that his fingers grazed her most sensitive parts. He crept a bit further and with one hand on each cheek he spread her bottom cheeks apart, running his fingers up the centre.

"Holy fuuuuuuck!" he grunted and pawed at her flesh. "All I want is to be inside you right now."

Their lips finally found each other again and rejoiced. Lip upon lip upon lip; breathing cut by their neighbouring sighs. They kissed passionately, hard and wet. He kissed her cheek, her neck, down into the dip of her collar bone, over to her shoulder, back up to her cheek and then rested on her lips again. He kissed with such fervour she thought she might combust. Hawke flipped her over on to her back, he shifted his body up in all directions. He took a moment for praise, holding each breast in each hand felt the weight fall in a perfectly round cup and then crushed them into his palm. He put his mouth around her breasts taking in as much flesh as he could; suckling like a famished pup and rolling his tongue in circles over her nipples. He pushed them together tightly and then loosened his grasp just enough so that he could bury his face between, closer then to flick his tongue around. He stayed there for some time, sucking, kissing, fondling and worshipping her bosom. It had been far too long since he had had his hands on her. Tracing the curves of her legs.

She was already spinning at the thought of his next move. She could feel him inching closer, his heated breath in-between her thighs. His hands on her legs again, kneading their way up her curvy structure and then down the middle, lightly pushing out at the knees. She understood his direction and spread her legs further apart, exposing herself even more. He lingered there, breathing in her familiar musk, salivating at the memory of her taste. He took his middle finger and placed it just at the entry way of her petal, careful not to push in. Her body moistened as he gently reamed the tight passage, twirling his finger in a small circle. He then trailed upwards through the path of her labia, and back down to the entrance. Repeating still with one finger, up and down and up and down, until her wetness covered all of the fragile flesh of her petal. He lifted his chin towards her and his protruding tongue followed the same path, stopping first at the entrance as if to announce its arrival. His tongue inched its way into her petal. He moaned at the first taste of her sexual juices, quenching his lustful thirst. He opened his mouth a bit more as if to drink, but then pushed his tongue up through her lips and towards her slit in a heated exhale. Down and up again, applying pressure and then circling with the tip of his firm tongue. He wrapped his lips around the head of her petal, flattened his tongue on her slit and sucked. He sucked and flicked, back down and up again, around the fleshy bean resting atop her glorious petal. He pulled at her skin with his lips and skimmed the folds with his tongue. He brought his right hand up to her again, running her flowing juices over the short patch of skin leading to her bottom. Folding his index finger inwards, he used the top knuckles to apply pressure to the soft patch and massaged gently. Her hips rolled with the motion of his hands.

"Don't stop," she panted, face buried into the wall. "Don't you dare fucking stop."

He released the pressure only for a moment to extend his hand and advanced this time with his middle finger outstretched, driving it into her. She let out a short yelp of excitement. He pushed his finger deep inside her, bending inwards. With each pull out he curled his finger back in, hitting her G spot. She lifted her leg and draped it over his shoulder, giving him unobstructed access to her. Using two fingers now he moved swiftly, gliding against the walls of her petal up into the abyss and then pulling his fingers out again. Every time he re-entered fiercer, driving his hand upward, fingers so deep she felt her cervix retract. He moved at a feverish speed, staying just inside her, both fingers stretch out slightly applying pressure against her walls. Repetitive short and fast, each ensemble of thrusts were followed by a hard jolt up into her spot. Five, eight, twenty thrusts at a time it didn't matter. Every finger fucking spree led her closer to climax.

She could feel the weakness building in her knees and her nipples tingling in excitement. Even faster now, he drove his fingers up harder into her petal, ramming them in and out. Her legs began to quiver involuntarily and he knew she was close. He shot his tongue up the path to her now hard slit and flicked it in the same quick motion as his hands moved. He continued to push harder and faster than ever before. His fingers were soaking in her juices. Applying pressure against her slit, he pulled his lips back in a sucking motion and completely devoured her, throwing her into a fit of ecstasy. Her head rolled back as she let out a wild cry and thrust her hips forward. Her petal involuntarily pulsated around his fingers as her warm cum seeped out. He pulled his mouth back off her then and her body shook out of control.

She rolled on her side, breath still laboured from her intense orgasm. He pulled up behind her, gingerly kissing her shoulder. She turned around to those piercing blue eyes again, lifting her hands running her fingers through his hair. He surveyed her body, ran a hand to her chest. She leaned forward and kissed him softly; her taste still on his lips. She pulled his body in a close embrace, running her fingers along his back and shoulders. He cupped her face with his hands and kissed her passionately; slow at first and then more intensely. She caressed his entire body as he kissed her madly. Her hands ran up his arms and toned triceps, over his chest, pushing downwards to his abdomen and rounding again to his back. She did this slow first and then, as one tongue ran deeper into the other she quickened her pace and grabbed his strong arms. Reaching for his nipple she swirled around the raised flesh and squeezed ever so lightly. Her hands were wild, all over his body, reaching up and lightly pulling on his hair. She landed both hands firmly on his ass, hammering his hips against hers. He groaned as he rubbed against her pelvis, still waiting for his release. She flipped him over on to his back, pinning him to the bed.

"I love the way you eat my petal," she whispered in his ear, "and how I taste on your lips after you make me cum like that."

"I've been fantasizing about that pussy of yours since we met," he replied, barely audible behind his heavy breathing.

"Mmmm, and I've been dreaming about wrapping my tongue around that big fucking shaft of yours since then as well,"

Her hand reached out to his stomach, She trickled her fingers along his member as if she were teasing him with a feather. And then without warning, she gently squeezed upwards, releasing moments later with the palm of her hand pushing downwards. She did this several times, inadvertently pulling his scrotum up and then dropping with it's own weight. Whatever she was doing, it felt incredible. Still kissing him, she reached down with both hands running her hands along the sides of his rib cage, down around to the base of his spine.

She placed her hand around the shaft of his cock, hugging it with her fist. Gently, she pushed the foreskin up to cover the head of his penis before pulling back down ever so lightly. She did this several times, each pull the head peeking out from it's shield and then ducking back under. He felt her hand release and instinctively looked down, only to see her running her hand down over her own pussy; rubbing herself for a moment and pushing two fingers inside her hole before retracting. He wondered what she was doing and then... he tilted his head back and grunted... A warm feeling took over him. She smothered his shaft with her own juices, lubricating the shaft completely and with the palm of her hand, applied wet, sensual pleasure to the crown that poked out from the skin. Two fingers encircled the shaft again, moving up to the base of the head and then in a slow twisted motion pushing down against his body again: Up to the crown, down the shaft to the base. Unhurriedly she repeated this movement, deliberately dragging it out for his ultimate pleasure. Twisting up, down, up and back down again. She moved stealthily to her knees, never once removing her hand from its place. He hadn't even noticed she was down there until he felt her hand on his stomach. She looked up at him a lustrous stare and then, as he watched, she slowly ran the tip of her tongue along the underside of his cock. When she reached the top again she glanced up and flashed a coy look.

"Is this what you wanted?" she teased, tongue barely touching his skin and circling the tip.

"Yes."

"You want my wet tongue to roll over your shaft and slide in and out?"

"You know I do."

"You want to cum in my mouth?" she questioned.

"Oh fucking yes I do."

"Say please then," she demanded.

"Pleeease," he pleaded as her tongue still trickled over the tip.

"Say it like you fucking mean it!"

"Yes please!" he nearly shouted this time. "I want you to fuck my cock with your fucking mouth!"

But before he could even finish his sentence she took the entire shaft into her mouth, pushing him all the way into the back of her throat. He moaned again and closed his eyes to take in all of the sensations he was feeling. Her wet lips wrapped around his cock, each dip to the base he felt hit her walls; her cheek, her tongue, her throat and felt his foreskin peel back in a pool of her spit. Each pull outwards she sucked in, bringing the skin up for shelter and applying pressure to the tip of his hard cock. She kept going, never stopping to re-adjust her pace. Steadily, she created a perfect balance of sucking and licking, all the while still moving her hand alongside her mouth to create a double rim of pressure. Twice she pulled off his cock only to dive back in, devouring him with her warm, wet mouth and stroking him firmly. Each time she flattened her tongue on the head of his cock, he thought excitedly of ramming it into her pussy. Still she pressed on, rolling her wet lips along the shaft, up to the top and then with the tip of her tongue gently rimming the area where the shaft and head meet. The sensation and intensity was so fierce he thought he might burst. He wanted to be inside her, in the depths of her cavernous hole and in the warmth of her juices.

"I want you so bad, I might just fucking explode," he responded to her shaken expression.

They were kissing again wildly, pulling each others' hair, and rolling around on the carpet. Their legs entangled and hands rubbing every piece of skin. Diving for her breasts, sucking her nipple, biting the flesh and coming back up for air. He dove down again, grasping and sucking and licking and fondling her vigorously. He moved across her breast, her neck and her lips. She was right back to that feeling, breathing heavily and body tingling. She spread her legs open and he thrust his heavy manhood deep into her petal. They both cried out as she wrapped her legs around his body, her feet pushing his bottom into a deeper thrust. He glided easily inside of her, each plunge driving his body into her and simultaneously rubbing her slit. As she became more aroused he got harder, their bodies in tune and moving in unison. He could feel his manhood sloshing around her petal, hitting the walls of her body with every advance. He closed his eyes and envisioned her petal around his cock: its flesh massaging the tip and nerves at the base of the crown; pulling his foreskin back and forth and grinding his shaft into its walls. It was all he could do to try to hold on.

He moved even faster now, fucking her harder. As he pushed his shaft hard into her, he felt the muscles inside of her begin to contract. Without any control they gripped onto his cock and then released, and then gripped hard and then released. The added pressure sent him into delirium and he started quivering. She screamed passionately and burst into an immaculate procession of multiple orgasms and he, feeling her warm sap slide down the side of his shaft, exploded inside of her as his body shivered in release. He roared in ecstasy and buried his face into her chest. She held onto him as they both shook, breathing heavily still and beads of sweat rolling off his face.

He wrapped his arms around her, embracing her. She ran her fingers through his hair, blew a cool wind towards his face and kissed his head. He looked up at her, those beautiful blue eyes, and leaned in for a kiss; soft and wet. She dropped her head back to the bed and exhaled as he collapsed onto her chest and caressed her body.

Suddenly they were shaken out of their euphoria by the long awaited sound of Airwolf's howl. Chaotic commotion ensued as the sounds of gunfire echoed outside the doors of the great hall. The masked audience started to scatter but could not avoid escape as Archangel's men blasted through the door. The Master of Ceremonies suffered the same fate as well as he was apprehended trying to escape out a different door. Caitlin began to cry of relief when she heard her wish come true.

"It's over Cait," Hawke said. "It's over,"

"String, I don't want them to see us like this," Cait teared.

"I absolutely agree," Hawke said. "Let's get out of here,"

A/N: I mean no disrespect to any religion, the content of the story are not of my personal views. I loosely used variations from research that I have done.