Oh yeah, I do not own W.I.T.C.H. or any of the characters, the plot is totally a work of my twisted little mind...

Busted #19: Taranee and Nigel

Taranee's POV

I woke up, shaking. The last thing I dreamed was about my mom coming at me. But in the dream she wasn't just hitting me – she was killing me and enjoying it.

The memories and the fear I'd felt in the dream made me want to puke. I felt like a nervous wreck, I really hoped things would be different but I was really to scared to face her. The feelings I'd felt from her were just so ugly and vile...I couldn't understand how my mother...any mother could feel like that about their child even if they did have a parasitic seed inside them magically manipulating them. I saw Matt beat the spell that bound him because he loved Will.

Shouldn't a mother's love be stronger than a boyfriend's?

Then I remembered how hard my friends fought for me. How Nigel took a beating for me. And how Mr. And Mrs. Lair were caring for me so gently, just like I was one of their kids and not just one of their daughter's best friends.

A small smile made it to my sore mouth. I realized I was safe and welcome. It was nice to be able to just lay in their guest room without a worry.

If I just focus on the positives, I think I'll make it through the day.

That's when another positive caught my attention, the smell of bacon and pancakes began to waft into the room.

As I sat up getting ready to go downstairs, there was a tap at the door.

"Come in."

"Good morning, Taranee," Mrs. Lair said with a bright smile as she came in carrying a tray full of food.

When I swung my feet down to the floor, she told me, "No, no, no. You just get right back in bed. You need to take it easy today, so I'm bringing you breakfast in bed."

I obediently pulled my feet back into the bed and under the covers. Mrs. Lair sat the tray in front of me with a flourish.

"Thank you Mrs. Lair." I said, unable to lift my eyes to look her in the face. Her kindness was just amazing.

Mrs. Lair sat on the side of the bed then, gently placed a hand under my chin and lifted my head until she could see my eyes.

"Taranee," she started, "I...we want you to feel welcome and safe here. Okay?"

I nodded and said, "Thank you, I do...I really do."

"Well good. Also my name is Anna. If you're not comfortable calling me that how about 'Auntie'? I think we're all family now. Don't you?"

"Yeah, I'd like that... Anna..." I tried the word out and found that it didn't sound too strange to hear myself say.

"Okay eat up, I'll be back with your medicine and a nice fresh ice pack for you. Then we're going to Chris' award ceremony, if you need anything Irma and Caleb are here. Try and rest.

Then she turned and left the room.

I wasn't alone for ten seconds before Irma padded into the room and climbed into the bed beside me, quickly stealing a piece of bacon.

It was a good thing Mrs. Lair had brought lots of food. I had enough to share.

"Isn't she cool?" was the first thing Irma said and I had to agree as I grabbed a piece of bacon and munched with her.

We were giggling and munching on bacon and fruit when Caleb walked in and said, "You have a visitor."

That's when Nigel walked into the room.

Caleb motioned for Irma to come here. Irma looked from me to Nigel, then climbed off the bed walking to Caleb.

Caleb pulled her out the room and closed the door as they left.

Alone in the room with Nigel, my brain froze and I couldn't talk or move.

"Hi," Nigel said.

Luckily I've been practicing the answer to that greeting for the last 15 years or so, so I managed to squeak out, "Hi."

Nigel walked to the bed and lifted the tray, setting it on the floor. Then he sat on the side of the bed and gently stroked my face, tracing the original bruise.

Nigel never said a word as he examined every bruise on my face. I felt self-conscious, knowing my swollen and sore face could never be described as cute or pretty.

When he leaned forward and kissed me, I felt my heart skipp a beat because it was just so tender and special.

Then he whispered, "I'm so sorry baby" before he covered my mouth with his. The kiss heated my through and through, only to be ended when Nigel winced in pain when I leaned into him.

How can I be so stupid as to forget his bruised ribs?

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry...I guess we can't 'do it', huh?"

Nigel broke into a big grin, and admitted, "Yeah, I don't think I can be on top...but if you're willing to try being on top again..."

"God you must really want to try that position," I teased.

"Oh god, yes...please!" he said as he laid back and began unbuckling his belt.

As soon as his zipper was down, Nigel pushed his jeans and boxers down with a slight grimace. No matter how his ribs felt, his cock was rock hard and mast straight, pointing at the ceiling as soon as it was freed.

"Were you this hard before you got here?" I asked, cause he hadn't been here that long and all we'd done was kiss. How can guys be ready for sex so quickly?

I looked back at the door and thought about, my mother's intrusion when I was masturbating. I got up and locked the door. Turning and leaning against it fully taking in the site of Nigel laying on his back with his cock waving in the wind. His pants were bunched just beneath his butt and he looked sort of silly.

Funny, I wasn't embarrassed about looking at his swollen cock head but I thought his rumpled clothes were a problem. Hmmm, I really am a closet neat freak...

"Nigel," I said as I walked back to the bed pulling my night shirt off, "get naked."

As I pulled off my panties and climbed onto the bed, Nigel frantically kicked of his shoes and pants then threw his shirt behind him.

"Um, be patient with me if I'm not that good at this yet...I think I'm going to need practice to get use to...well, you know...having you...that deep inside me.

I swear his dick twitched when I said that!

"It moved!," I squeaked in surprise.

"Yeah and that's from just the thought of you riding it. Let's see what happens when we're really doing it," Nigel said as he took my hand, pulling me towards him and encouraging me to mount his erect dick.

I straddled his hips as he lay back on the bed looking up at me, his cock rubbing against my suddenly very wet slit.

Nigel used his hand to direct the tip, then said, "Yeah right there...that's it."

Just like in the Cello room, I began lowering myself onto him. And just like before the feeling of being impaled was both torture and the sweetest bliss.

It feels so good when the tip enters and opens me up. But the pressure I feel when he slides deeper and deeper is sort of a heavenly friction, but it sort of hurts too. It's really hard for me to move or concentrate.

About halfway in, he hit a spot that made my eyes cross. I had to stop. There was no way to move because I was spasming so hard my womb ached.

"Uh, mmm," all I could do was moan.

"It's okay baby," Nigel said as he began to finger my clit with soft circles, "there's no rush."

Each circle made my hips and pussy twitch. Even though I wasn't trying to move down, I felt my legs give way more and more with each twitch. I stilled ached, but it was becoming a good ache...I found myself hoping that Nigel would make me ache like this for the rest of my life.

When I felt Nigel's finger sandwiched between me and his groin, I couldn't believe I'd managed to take him all the way in. Inside of me I could feel him throbbing and it just felt so right.

Nigel's hands ghosted up my stomach until each one cupped a breast. When he began to flick my nipples, I felt my womb clinch again and my hips jerked forward.

"Ugh!" Nigel moaned, but I didn't know if that was from pleasure or if I'd made him hurt his ribs.

Nigel tightened his hold on my breast squeezing them and rubbing my pointed nipples and said, "Please do that again."

Okay...so it was pleasure.

And I had to admit, that the heat his cock radiated inside me had me wanting more. More contact, more friction...just more.

I moved my hips forward then slowly back just an inch and Nigel rewarded me with a loud groan.

It felt so good, I repeated the movement...forward then back, slowly adjusting to controlling our pleasure.

"Yeah, yeah, don't stop Taranee...Oh baby, yeah."

Nigel watch me as I learned to ride him. He continued to palm my breasts, moving his hands in time with my hips.

"God, you're beautiful," Nigel whispered.

The slow pace felt great, but my horny need was growing. I leaned forward on my knees, placing my hands on his chest the slowly lifted my hips. As I moved back down until we were pressed together, my body told me clearly what I needed to do.

In the Cello room, I couldn't do it, but here and now there's no way I can stop. I begin to lift and sink down on him – just enjoying the feeling and the control.

Nigel's hands moved to my hips and he began to meet my movements with strokes that tickled my inner walls.

I close my eyes and listened to the sound of our bodies moving and just let the fire take me over. Each time I pressed my hips to his I felt spasms flow through me.

"Uh, oh, Taranee, I'm gonna cum...yeah, yeah, yeah, keep it up."

It felt like sparks were climbing my spine and arched my back just in time for my body to accept his cum. My spasming pussy tightened around his cock as I changed to a grinding motion – allowing his head to stroke me deep inside as he squirted, filling me with his hot cum.

I held my breath as a last powerful spasm washed over me, making me dig my nails into Nigel's chest. I tingled from head to toe with bliss, holding his dick deep in side me, as my body gripped it with a mind of its own.

I'm not sure if this is what Mrs. Lair...Anna meant when she told me to rest and take it easy, but as Nigel pulled me down to snuggle against his chest – I felt wonderful.

Nigel held me and stroked his fingers along my shoulder and spine. He was still deep inside me, but that wasn't the only link we shared. Every where our skin touched felt warm and at ease. The feel of my check resting on his chest, the sound of his heart beating just for me. I want this moment to last forever.

"I love how soft you feel," Nigel said as he cupped my chin lifting my lips to meet his in a kiss. Then with a smirk he asked, "And did I ever tell you that caramel is my favorite flavor? Your skin is such a turn on...like I should be able to eat you alive."

I usually don't think the difference in our skin tones, but I took a moment to really look at my arm laying across his shoulder. At first glance we seem so different...my bronze skin against his peach tones. But the truth is we match really well – like we compliment each other. Side-by-side, the site of our bare flesh was absolutely beautiful. I smiled with glee knowing that my copper shade was an added bonus to the guy I love, cause I love every thing about him, from the way his hair falls in his face when he laughs to the way he held me tight like letting me go would be a sin.

"Hmm, maybe someday you will," I teased.

"See, sometimes you're too smart for your own good...You totally over thought what I just said. I wasn't talking about the future...I was saying I want to taste you..right now."

Oh. My. Freakin. God.

Cheers!