A Place in This World Chapter 36, a phantom of the opera fanfic

A Place in This World

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The first part of this is the PG-13 version of this chapter, it will be followed directly by the "Mature" version. No one under 16 should read the mature version.

"Give me that thing before you cut something off you'll be needing later." Gerry Butler as Andre Marek in "Timeline".

CHAPTER 36

It was mid-afternoon when Erik and A'awynn entered the castle. There was a hubbub of activity going on. The women were making final preparations for the wedding feast that followed the ceremony. Brianna had arranged the menu and set about procuring the proper chefs and servers for the elaborate meal.

The menu would consist of Roasted Quail, roasted potatoes with parsley, snap beans in butter sauce, braised cranberries in red wine sauce, croissants with fresh strawberry preserves, and fresh peach cups with sweet cream. Brianna ordered only the freshest ingredients and would be overseeing the entire process, from start to finish.

Kaitlyn and her sisters were in charge of finding the orchestra. The Glasgow symphony orchestra was more than eager to oblige the Lauchlan family, whose son had written some of the new music they had recently had sent to them from Paris. An anonymous donor had sent the music about two weeks ago, saying that the composer had lived in Paris most of his life, but had recently discovered he was a Scottish Earl in line for the Dukedom of Berwithshire; he had been known only as "The Phantom of the Opera". Erik, not knowing this, would be very surprised.

A'awynn got whirl winded into the planning and Erik did not see her for the rest of the evening. He did have a brief conversation with his mother before he was coerced into a game of poker with his father and brothers-in-law. "Erik, this Christine, she is not going to make a scene is she?" Brianna was concerned about the guests and the children becoming privy to information they did not need to be privy to. Erik smirked at her concerns, "She had no reason to cause a scene mother, there was not, never has been and never will be anything between us but friendship." Brianna rolled her eyes and cupped Erik's chin with her fingers, "Erik, where men are concerned, women are every bit as possessive as men…believe me, if she still harbors feelings for you…" Erik interrupted her, "Mother, A'awynn is a lady in every sense of the word, she will not allow any altercations between Christine and her; I have already taken care to assure that Christine will kept busy…trust me."

He was an excellent poker player, had been all his life. He had mastered the art of showing no emotion in his face or eyes and this skill served him well; but because they were family, Erik went easy on them. He only had one drink, and did not even finish that; and they went through many topics in the hours that passed, but Erik did not let on to his father that he and A'awynn were in love. They would all find out soon enough.

Erik removed himself from the game around 12:30 in the morning and wandered down to the Conservatory. He had been hearing a melody in his head. A melody that rang of sweet surrender and secret love; he knew that he had to write it down and the words that he heard on the wind as the melody whispered through his head spoke of the power of love and how it compared to nature.

He knew as he wrote down the music and penned the words that this would be his love song to A'awynn during their wedding ceremony. He heard the entire song in his head and knew it would be perfect. He found staff paper and ink in every color, as well as a feather pen in the music room annex of the conservatory. He began writing for the first time in months. He had not picked up a pen to write music since he had thrown his whole being into "Don Juan"; it felt like he had come home.

A'awynn had been watching Erik from her window. She had looked in on the poker game, but he had been very engrossed in the game and she did not wish to disturb him. To pass the time, she had stepped out onto the veranda to enjoy the evening sights and sounds. She sat down beside the massive windows of the common room, just out of eyesight to those within. She watched as Erik dominated the game and went easy on them. She watched as he excused himself and left the room, headed for the conservatory. She allowed him some time to do whatever it was that he was doing; for it appeared he was writing something down in a ferocious manner. When he seemed to have reached a stopping point, she entered the large door leading to the veranda.

Erik had seen her out of the side of his eye, and his heart lurched in this chest. He shuffled the music score under the blank paper and slowly turned to her with passion in his eyes. She ran to his waiting arms and he lifted her off the floor, swinging her around. He lowered her gently onto the top of the piano and positioned himself between her thighs. Her robe was sneaking down her arm and Erik dared to move it further as his lips followed the silken trail that the robe left.

He placed tender kisses over the soft curve of her shoulder and lifted her arm, slowly and methodically tasting her skin with the very tip of his tongue and kissing the sultry surface of her arm all the way to her fingers. His left hand gently gripped her hair, pulling her head back to reveal the creamy curve of her neck. His eager mouth found the sweet junction between her neck and shoulder and he tasted its purity with his tongue.

He meticulously kissed the length of her neck, nuzzling her ear and running his tongue gently on the inner circle of it. A'awynn shivered with passion and could not even stop her reaction to his talented mouth and tongue. She was gently unfastening the buttons on his shirt. When she got them undone enough, she wound her arms inside his shirt and massaged his bare back and chest as he made love to her neck on his way to her mouth.

Erik pulled his arms back to allow her to remove his shirt, knowing that she loved his bare chest. A'awynn lost no time in doing just that. Even with her on the edge of the piano and Erik standing, he was tall enough to allow her easy access to his chest. She ran her hands over each peck, enjoying the moan this exhibited from Erik. His hands found their way to her shoulders and gently grasped them as she kissed the hard expanse of this chest. She ran her tongue seductively over each hardened nipple, causing Erik to jerk in her hands and inhale sharply. When she was doing that, A'awynn felt like she ruled the world.

Erik could stand no more and forcefully pulled her hungry mouth up to his and meant her searching tongue heatedly. He played her mouth like a sweet melody as he thrust into her time and time again. He sucked the sweetness gently from her tongue and ended the kiss, making her body ache for more.

A'awynn opened her passion-filled eyes; they were the color of the sky during the few minutes as the sun is setting. Erik got lost in those eyes. Her breathless voice caressed his ears, "Erik, I have never been so turned on in my entire life…this will be the most torturous four days of my life…" A'awynn seductively slid off the surface of the piano, purposefully running her swollen bosom down the surface of his chest, and inconspicuously rubbed his erect manhood with her knee.

Erik went completely still as she ran her body down his hard surface. He was trying so hard to maintain a neutral visage. He closed his eyes and rolled them, feeling the sensation of unrelenting passion surge through him; there would be no sleep for him tonight.

He lifted her gently away from him and placed a peck upon her pert nose. "Woman, you are going to cause me enough discomfort tonight in my dreams, please do not make it worse." She flashed him a what-did-I-do-I'm-completely-innocent grin and blew him a kiss as she walked out the door and headed for her suite; her body still tingling from Erik's skilled hands, mouth and tongue.

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Mature references – hopefully, tastefully done and not above a PG-13 rating.

He ran his hands down his chest, feeling the hard muscles that constricted under his touch. The awesome sensation that A'awynn had created with her hands and mouth, still echoed across his searing flesh. He supposed he had a nice chest, all things considered; A'awynn certainly enjoyed it.

His body's reaction to A'awynn was completely natural, Erik knew this; but he had never experienced raw sensuality as he did when he was in her presence. He had been in an uncomfortably reactive state since seeing her in that form fitting dress, and then to have her atop him placing the sweetest kisses upon him…it was more that Erik could have ever hoped for, and a certain part of his anatomy was boldly proclaiming his interest.

He went into the lavatory and splashed cool water on his face and upper torso, allowing the water to run down his chest. The water warmed on his heated skin as it made a path down his perfect body and Erik rubbed his hands down his chest to halt the waters path. The feeling his hands created was almost the same sensation that A'awynn had bestowed upon him earlier; sending waves of desire spreading through his body with determined power.

Erik had never resorted to self-satisfaction; not even as a teenager, when his hormones were running rampant through his body. He despised himself so much that bringing himself any pleasure at all just seemed like injustice. Now, as he reflected on the beauty that A'awynn saw in his body and face, Erik wondered about the possibility of relieving just a minimal part of the sexual tension that stirred in his loins.

Leaning back on the pillows that lined the head of his bed, Erik marveled at the body that he had never taken the time to admire. He ran his hands down his tight abdomen, watching his muscles react to the foreign attention. He saw the strength concealed just under the surface in the refined and toned length of his legs. His pectorals were taunt and sculptured, and his hands brushing across their sensitive peaks created a powerful reaction within Erik's body. His eyes went to half-mass as he enjoyed the sensations shooting through him.

There had been many times in the past years that Michél had encouraged him to seek relief through prostitutes or self-manipulation. Erik despised prostitution and how it exploited and degraded women. Many men thought that sex was all that women were good for, so they saw nothing wrong with prostitution; but Erik found women to be adroitly intelligent and keenly honed to the emotional plane of life that very often escaped men. They are stronger, in an emotional and spiritual sense, than men are and Erik loved observing and being around them.

Until A'awynn, Erik had not experienced this all-consuming need to satisfy his body's demands. He had never reacted this way to Christine; he thought her beautiful yes, but he had related to her on a more intellectual level than anything. With A'awynn, there was no end to the number of levels on which he reacted to her. She stimulated him intellectually with her vast knowledge of many subjects and world travels; she stimulated him spiritually as she grasped the grace of God and His infinite wisdom, as well as the intricate rhythm of the world and she stimulated him physically…and this is where Erik had no experience whatsoever.

His need grew stronger with each image that formed in his active mind. He was powerless to fight these urges any longer and answered the call of his body for the first time. He knew that if he did not do something he would be even more useless tomorrow, and he needed to be more in control of himself at that point than he was right now.

Erik felt no shame as he caressed and warmed his own needs with his hands; his body thanking him for his attentive deeds. The part of his body that had remained untouched in a sexual way for all of his life finally showed Erik its gratitude as he experienced pleasure that he never knew existed. His inexperienced touch, as he explored the textures and tones of his erect flesh, was showing Erik a whole new world; a world of relief and satisfaction.

The sexual energy charging through him was heightening his senses and making him aware of the blood racing through his veins and the increasing thud of his heart against the drum of his chest. His staggered breathing, intermingled with erotic moans of pleasure, only added to Erik's bliss. His efforts became more intense and his body glistened from a sheer layer of perspiration.

For the first time in his life, Erik actually felt like a sexual being. He had approached puberty with the knowledge that had permeated him from early childhood; that he was less than human and not deserving of the normal functions and pleasures of the race. The gypsies had drilled into him that he was an animal and animals get no pleasure afforded them. He witnessed the mating process of different animal species and he wanted nothing to do with any of it. His "master" had even sexually molested him on several occasions; it was brutal and painful and Erik turned even more into himself every time that his master satiated his lust on him. These were things that Erik had shared with no one, and he never would.

Now, as he soared through the air on a cloud of pleasure initiated by him and culminated by him; Erik realized that the shame and humiliation that he had carried with him all these years because of his molestations was not his fault. He could remember being a young boy in the gypsy camp and hating where he was and hating those that held him captive and hating the man that hurt him; but the self-hate and the need to destroy himself had not become a part of him until Boris had begun making visits to Erik's cage. The rage and contempt that he should have felt for his captures, turned inward; and Erik became what he had been all those years in the opera house, a ghost of a man.

The release that he experienced had a double effect on Erik. The coaxing of his seed from his body, for the first time ever, symbolized his sexual awakening in the love that he knew A'awynn felt for him. He was free; free to be a man; free to be a man with sexual needs and desires; free to be a man with sexual needs and desires and free to have a wife who gave him pleasure and to whom he could give pleasure.

But the release also represented Erik's complete infusion into the human race. He could now walk with his head up and his shoulders back, knowing that he was worthy of the same rights and privileges that other men took for granted. He felt liberated at last, as if he was his own advocate. He had every right to experience sexual pleasure as anyone; and now, even if it was a pale comparison to having A'awynn's warm body wrapped around him, he had some idea of what sexual pleasure felt like.

Erik allowed his heartbeat to return to normal and then headed for the washroom on shaky legs to clean up. He had never felt so completely spent and satisfied in his entire life. Maybe, being able to pleasure himself would allow him a few insights on how to pleasure A'awynn. He had done his share of reading and had even seen a few incandescent interludes between couples in the shadowed canopy of the opera house, but what would it be like to share this experience with her?

He put out the oil lamp and slipped in between the sheets. Sleep came quickly and sweetly, allowing Erik to mull over the last few days in his sleep; in his sleep, the hands that satisfied him belonged to a temptress with laughing turquoise eyes and a mane of auburn hair that playfully caressed his skin in numerous passionate embraces and heated, open-mouthed kisses.

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Chapter 36 MATURE VERSION

"M" RATING BEGINS HERE…DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED BY READING GRAPHIC SCENES…

Completely naked, in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom, Erik examined his body for the first time ever without disgust. He focused on his face, but instead of seeing just the ravaged side, he saw the chiseled jaw line with its clef chin, the curve of his perfect cheek; his impossibly green eyes and the full, well-proportioned lips. He saw his thick, raven hair waving around his face. He ran his hands down his chest, feeling the hard muscles that constricted under his touch. The awesome sensation that A'awynn had created with her hands and mouth, still echoed across his searing flesh. He supposed he had a nice chest, all things considered; A'awynn certainly enjoyed it.

His erection was on the verge of being painful, a predicament that Erik had never been in before. He had never really paid his manhood any mind, he had avoided the need of his body to release sexual desire; therefore, he had never even looked at himself. A'awynn had made him feel desired and had succeeded in awakening the throbbing ache that now radiated around his cock. He had been in this uncomfortable state all day, since seeing her in that dress this morning.

He went into the lavatory and splashed cool water on his face and upper torso, allowing the water to run down his chest. The water warmed on his heated skin as it made a path down his perfect body and Erik rubbed his hands down his chest to halt the waters path. The feel of his hands created almost the same sensation that A'awynn had bestowed upon him earlier; sending waves of desire spreading through his body with determined power.

He made his way into his bedroom and stretched out on the luxurious, satin-covered bed. He had never even paid any attention to his manly nipples, until A'awynn had awakened their slumber with her hands and tongue. He brushed the palm of his hand over them and his breath caught in his chest. His eyes drifted to a half-closed position as a swell of sexual energy coursed through him. He continued this onslaught until he was delirious with desire. Having never touched himself and never being touched by another, Erik gingerly took his huge erection in hand, hissing at the charge that ran through him. He began to massage his stiffness; the shockwaves spread through his entire body with the core pleasure radiating around his erect shaft.

Erik had never experienced anything so heavenly in all his life. Why on earth had he robbed himself of this self-satisfying act all these years? He hadn't thought his erection could get any harder, until he envisioned a woman with auburn hair and dancing, turquoise eyes leaning into him with all her glorious beauty and doing to him what he was doing to himself, only with much more skill. He felt a residue on this fingers that created a friction, making his efforts even more satisfying. He pumped himself harder and harder, the action creating stars in front of his eyes. His beautiful body glistened with perspiration, and his glorious eyes closed, allowing complete concentration on the demands of this body.

His hips began to react to his ministrations by bucking against his hand, creating an even more satisfying feeling. He laid back, extended over a pile of pillows; his head leaning back and his eyes remaining closed with a look of ecstasy on his beautiful face. His right hand began slowing the pumping, but increasing the pressure; and Erik moaned with pleasure. He ran his left hand over his erect nipples, reveling in the sexual charge that shot through him. He played with the tip of his cock, wiping the sticky pre-come all over it. His body jerked and he gasped as the sensation rocked him; apparently, the tip was especially sensitive.

His toes began to curl, moving of their own accord as he felt a welling-up in the pit of his stomach. All else ceased to exist and only his body and its demands remained. His moans were deep and melodious, and Erik pumped a little faster and increased pressure slightly to answer their bidding. Suddenly, a flame began spreading throughout his body; a flame that was building and building, causing Erik's moans to become long and sensuous. His beautiful mouth turned up in a satisfied smile as the most wonderful sensation spread through his entire body. His eyes flew open and his back arched as he coaxed his seed from his body for the first time ever, in the most exquisite sensation he had ever known.

He continued to caress his less engorged but highly sensitive cock until he was completely drained and satisfied. Erik allowed his heartbeat to return to normal and then headed for the washroom on shaky legs to clean up. He had never felt so completely spent and satisfied in his entire life.

END OF "M" RATING CONTENT…and the chapter. I hope you aren't too overheated! I know it was short, but I thought you might need a breather!

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