A/N: Slight sexual situations mentioned.

Cracking of the Tower of Sin

Chapter 5

The next morning, a very lascivious Beauty rolled around the bed she had shared with Eliot the night before. She was absolutely satiated and inspired by their lovemaking last night. If she was to die today, she would die a satisfied death. Eliot had taken care of her every need and then some, and if she died, she also knew her brother and sister would be freed, a small price to pay for their lives.

She went through her closet and found a bright green knit dress that clung and wove around her every curve. It moved so much and shimmered around her body it was almost alive, which in a magical way it was. It was meant to protect, attract, and defend her body and her heart. She wore her long hair down covering the backless dress, providing a peek-a-boo effect. She again went heavy and dark on the eye makeup and red on the lipstick, and left the rest of her peaches and cream skin bare. She wore an emerald and diamond necklace with the matching earrings, and her mother's ring which was inherent with much power to supplement her own.

Eliot knocked on her door and entered quietly, his breath knocked away by the stunning woman standing in front of him. Her skin and eyes glowed like an angel, partly her own power that was ramping up, but mostly the extreme sexual phenomenon that Eliot's love had created in her. She would have no trouble convincing this monster of her sexual voraciousness today. Eliot leaned against the door in his black expensive specially tailored suit and $3000 shoes. His hair was pulled back in a pony tail. Eliot, usually the hunter, found himself the hunted as Beauty stalked him. She yanked his arms up over his head with no resistance from him, and started teasing his lips and mouth until soon they were buried in each other. She yanked away, releasing his arms, and gently pulling his pony tail out freeing his long slightly wavy locks. Her voice was a deep coffee and cigarettes voice, a voice of arousal, a voice of temptation. "I like it better this way, more dangerous, more hidden." Eliot was breathing hard and would not have cared if she wanted to shave it all off. He had found her to be an aggressive and experimental lover at times, and other times she needed a softer, gentler touch. He found himself ready to give her whatever she wanted, however she wanted it.

She smiled at him, and whispered conspiratorially. "Nate's turn." She went to open the door and he stopped her, jealousy flaming in his eyes.

"You are not going to fuck him are you?"

She looked at him surprised and then smiled. "No baby. You are the only one who gets that privilege. Nate we are just going to loosen up a bit for our show."

She opened the door without another word and called to Nate in the hallway. "Nate, can you join us please?"

He smiled and walked back to her room. She closed the door behind him, leaving him standing against the door with Beauty directly in front of him, and Eliot leaning against one of the four-posters of the gigantic bed.

"Nate, we have to practice. I am your wife, your voracious over-sexed wife. The three of us are a ménage a trios. And you, my dear husband have never even touched me. So now, you are going to touch me, and kiss me, and feel my already heated center just as I will feel your erection."

Nate stood there a little like a deer in the headlights. He had never seen anyone, even Beauty, as overtly sexual or as amazingly beautiful. He wasn't sure if it was the magic, but he liked it. A lot. And so did Eliot and Eliot could kill him for liking it too much. He watched with fascination as Beauty approached him, her dress almost alive around her. It was like something out of every man's wet dream. Beauty reached him, and softly pressed her body against his, already feeling his erection and she hadn't even done anything. She turned her face up to his, while he brought his down to hers to kiss. The kiss started gentle with lips touching softly. By the time they broke the mouths apart but not their bodies, the kiss was approaching frenzy.

"Nate, that was very good. Now we are going to try it again, but this time Eliot is going to join in. Don't worry, you don't have to touch or kiss him unless you want to. But you do both have to touch me and kiss me. We must be completely comfortable with each other. So husband of mine, kiss me, touch me. Eliot already knows what to do."

Nate approached her lips gently like glass, but was soon consuming her from the inside out. Eliot pressed his body, hardened and ready for another round even after last night against her body. She could feel his hardness filling her ass crack and only wishing he was filling her for real. Nate's hands wandered all over her body, greedily taking his opportunity that would never be given again. He reached his hands into the deep criss-cross in the front, touched and squeezing her breast. Eliot knew she had only thigh-highs and a thong on and reached under her dress, pulling the thong away and inserting his finger into her hot channel. He pulled back a bit, rubbing her still sensitive clit bringing her immediately to an orgasm while she clung to the kiss between her and Nate, she moaned into his mouth as her body trembled. She pulled away from Nate, leaning into Eliot who had started to kiss her swan like neck. Eliot held his finger up to Nate offering but not pushing the honey he had just collected. Nate turned him away and offered it to Beauty who eagerly sucked his finger clean.

Beauty looked at both men. "I think it is safe to say we have a believable cover story. If you gentlemen will excuse me, I need to clean up a bit. Thank you for all your enthusiastic participation." She gave them both a smirk, even though Nate was the only one to leave. Eliot stayed behind, a little more making out, pulling the taste of her out of her mouth and into his. Then they cleaned up, brushed their teeth and with one last kiss, prepared to leave her room. Eliot stopped her and took her face in his large hands, "'Soul meets soul on lover's lips.' I will be there, and if it comes to it, my love will bring you back." He looked around the room and the mess. "I know this might just seem like lust, but I have never been jealous of anyone before and I could have taken Nate's head off. And I have never felt like I wanted to spend the rest of my life with anyone like I do you. Our soul's touch every time we kiss. That is love, my Beauty."

Her eyes filled with unshed tears. "Let's get this job done and come back to us. 'Soul meets soul on lover's lips." She softly touched his lips with her fingers, kissed him and walked out their bedroom door.