Disclaimer: The Phantom of the Opera does not belong to me (though I think if it were up to him, he wouldn't belong to anyone), only my own characters do.
Author's Note:
To foxgodess07: Well you know me, the quiet before the storm. I have to let Erik rest for a bit and get settled in before I turn his world upside down again.
To GigiMusic: Read more about the Book of the Faye Realm? We could let you, but then Cyd would have to silence you. Basically it's a compendium of the major characteristics, strengths and weaknesses of all the magical races and not something either the Seelie or Unseelie Courts want to fall into mortal hands. Luniana is more annoyed with Ayesha than afraid, unlike the Brownies even though they deny it completely. They're more wary of Antoinette and have quickly learned to not incur her wrath for it is a frightening thing.
To LittleMargarita: Christupid will be leaving soon; I think she's beginning to annoy almost everyone. What did the Brownies do to Madame Giry? I don't think we really want to go there, needless to say I don't think they'll do it again for quite a while (and they thought Erik was scary when he was mad). And yes, Erik will be studying that book and learning more of the Elven language as well, there's a pretty big library for him to go through.
Welcome and thanks to Evening Starbossa for adding me as a favorite author and to OCCentricfor adding this as a favorite story. I hope you enjoy the story and keep reading.
And the winning subject for my next artwork for Phantom of the Glen is. . . Christine fainting in the kitchen between the Brownies.
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Thanks to all who have read and reviewed; the more you review, the faster I write the next chapter. Now, on to the next chapter.
Phantom of the Glen
Chapter 33
Song and Dance
"Why are you wearing this?" S'ray asked pulling on Erik's cravat.
"I'm trying to be a properly dressed gentleman," he frowned as she continued to pull at the silk around his neck.
"But it's too warm for this," she smiled pulling the silk from his neck. Her eyes widened briefly and she stifled a giggle.
"Happy now?" he asked taking the silk back.
"Well, I did say I was going to mark you as a warning to other women," she smiled, her eyes sparkling with suppressed laughter. "This way they know you're mine."
"I remember," Erik sighed tying the cravat around his neck once more.
"Then why hide it?" she asked stopping his hands.
"It's not proper for others to know what we do in our private moments," he coolly replied.
"Erik love," S'ray smiled putting her arms around his neck. "I'm certain that everyone here knows we have wild and passionate sex."
"That may very well be," he sighed wrapping his arms around her. "However, we still don't have to flaunt it either."
"Mmm and as I keep telling you, Faye are much more open about intimate relations," S'ray said kissing his bare cheek. "Or would you prefer I keep a tight reign on my desire for you?"
"Never," he growled and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
"Are you saying you want me to give you a matching mark on the other side?" she smirked after he pulled away to catch his breath.
"Now you're being a saucy wench," he grinned as she began undoing his cravat again.
Cyd piled the last load of wood near the fire pit and satisfied changed back to his human form. He then arranged the wood in the center of the pit and tipping his head back, started the fire with a brief spurt of flame from one of his nostrils. He next sat down on one of the logs he'd placed near the pit and waited for the others.
"So Cyd, are you going to join us in song tonight?" Daklu asked as he arrived carrying a bodhrán and concertina.
"That depends on what you play," he replied turning toward the Alve.
"I think we could manage something for you," Tavlyn smiled as he set his guitar down.
"Did you bring enough instruments?" the dragon asked cocking a silver eyebrow.
"I hope so," Tavlyn grinned.
"And please try to keep the jokes clean, we have young ladies present tonight," Cyd sighed leaning back in the seat that was carved into the log.
"I'll try, but I can't promise anything," Daklu grinned.
"Are you changing clothes?" Erik asked as he entered the bedroom to find S'ray's clothes strewn everywhere.
"She is," Luniana squeaked as she flew out from behind the privacy screen. "Be patient!"
"Alright, it was just a question," Erik replied defensively.
"I'll be out in a moment," S'ray called from behind the screen.
"Take your time," he sighed sitting in the chair by the bed after he'd removed several articles of clothing from it. He leaned back and relaxed, watching Luniana flit about grabbing clothes and putting them away.
"How do I look?" she asked finally stepping out from behind the screen.
He raised his eyes and looked at S'ray. She was beautiful and as usual, he had no words that would adequately describe her.
"Erik?" she asked, doubt coming into her violet eyes when he still hadn't said anything.
"Amazing, simply amazing," he said softly as he stood up.
"Does that mean you like it?" she asked as he walked up to her.
"Mmm, Erik likes it very much," he smiled putting his arms around her. "You are the most beautiful creature I've ever seen, no matter what you wear."
"Really?" she asked looking up at him.
"Really," he nodded and tilting her chin upwards, leaned down and kissed her.
"I'm so excited," Meg giggled. "I've never done anything like this."
"I just want to hear him sing once more," Christine sighed as she draped a light shawl over her shoulders. "Then I can go back home happy."
"I wonder if we'll know any of the songs," Meg said as they went to the door together.
"I hope Aunt Nettie's ready, I can hardly wait any longer," Christine smiled as she opened the door.
"I trust you will both be on your best behavior?" Madame Giry asked the two young women as they emerged from the house.
"Of course Mother," Meg smiled.
"Yes, Aunt Nettie," Christine echoed.
"Good, now let's enjoy our selves," the ballet mistress smiled as they walked toward the fire pit.
Christine looked over to see Erik and S'ray walk up to the informal gathering. Erik carried a violin case and S'ray a guitar. She saw that Erik was wearing his usual black trousers and white shirt with a blue waistcoat that he had left unbuttoned.
S'ray though was dressed how she'd always pictured an Elf. Her trousers were form fitting and laced up the outside of each leg; exposing more flesh than any human woman would dare and making it quite obvious that she wore no pantalets of any sort beneath them. The Elf's top was loose and sleeveless and came to just her waist, allowing an occasional flash of her bare midriff.
She looked back to the Phantom and couldn't help but notice the passion mark that showed over the top of his collar. Christine blushed as she tried to imagine what sort of activity would cause such a mark, though she knew that S'ray had been the one to mark him in such a way. She watched Erik sit first; setting down the violin case and stretching his long legs. Then, after S'ray had set down her guitar, he pulled the woman onto his lap.
"Hey you two, you should have fooled around before you came out here again," Tavlyn grinned.
"Jealous Tavlyn?" S'ray laughed.
"I like you Tavlyn, but you are not sitting on my lap," Erik smirked wrapping his arms around S'ray.
"Didn't know you swung like that One-Eye," Brandji crowed as he climbed onto the log beside Meg.
Meg suppressed a giggle with her hand at the look on the Elf's face. That laughter was infectious and Christine found herself trying to suppress her own laughter. Then she saw the dragon's eyes crinkle and he snorted, still trying to be dignified as the laughter of the two girls joined the Brownies. Soon everyone assembled was laughing at the look on Tavlyn's face.
"So Tavlyn," they heard the Pixie purr above the laughter. "Does that mean Dak will be helping you from now on?"
Daklu stopped laughing suddenly. "What?" he asked, eyes growing wide.
"Does that mean I get both of you at once now?" Luniana demanded loud enough for all to hear.
The Elf made a choking noise and fell backward off the log he was sitting on. This caused everyone to roar with laughter once more, including the former butt of the joke, Tavlyn.
"Alright, I'll start," Tavlyn smiled and then added. "Try to keep up with me Erik."
"Perhaps you should slow down, we wouldn't want someone of your advanced years to injure himself," the Phantom smirked.
"You're going to eat those words."
"You first."
"Boys please," S'ray laughed.
"Yes, are you two going to play or not?" Cyd asked, snorting smoke from his nose in a barely concealed threat.
"Follow my lead," Tavlyn sighed and began to play his guitar. Daklu joined in on bodhrán and then Erik on violin.
Recognizing the tune, S'ray began to sing, "In Newry town I was bred and born,
In Stephens Green now I lie in scorn
I served me time at the saddler's trade
I always was a roving blade
I always was a roving blade."
She saw Erik smiling as she sang and smiling back went on with the song, "At seventeen I took a wife
I loved her dearer than I loved me life
And so to keep her both fine and gay
I went out robbing on the king's highway
I went out robbing on the king's highway."
Meg was tapping her foot and keeping time to the music. She was soon joined by Madame Giry and Christine.
"I never robbed a poor man yet
Nor lately caused anyone to fret
But I robbed lords and ladies fine
And I carried the gold home to me heart's delight
I carried the gold home to me heart's delight."
Cyd pulled a flute seemingly out of thin air and began playing as she started the next verse. "I robbed Lord Baldwin, I do declare
And Lady Manswell up in Grovenors Square
I closed me shutters and bade them good night
I carried the gold home to me heart's delight
I carried the gold home to me heart's delight."
S'ray paused and the others played through a verse before she began again. "To Covent Garden I made my way
With me dear wife for to see the play
The Fielding's men there did me pursue
And I was taken by that cursed crew
Oh I was taken by that cursed crew."
Christine closed her eyes as she listened to the music. She hadn't known that Erik played the violin, but then again she shouldn't have been surprised by any of his skills when it came to music. She also like S'ray's voice, it was like listening to the folk singers back in Sweden. She smiled; her father would have loved listening to this and then joining in as well.
"My father cried, "Oh me darling son"
My wife, she cried, "Now I am undone"
My mother tore her gray locks and cried
Tis in the cradle I should have died
Tis in the cradle I should have died," S'ray sang, letting a bit of her mother's Irish roots show as she let her r's roll.
"When I am dead, I want for my grave
A flashy funeral pray let me have
Six highwaymen for to carry me
Oh give them broadswords and sweet liberty
Oh give them broadswords and sweet liberty," she finished to applause from their audience and the musicians.
"That was wonderful," Christine smiled still clapping.
"Oh yes, another please," Meg laughed.
Erik looked over to the edge of the firelight to see Ayesha coming toward them with something in her mouth. He smiled, glad that the feline had adjusted to the glen so quickly. Then he frowned, what had she caught now? The creature she had dangling from her mouth was no mouse or rat and neither was it a squirrel or rabbit. He almost laughed out loud when he realized that Brandji was dangling from her mouth and he was very much alive and very upset.
Ayesha dropped the little Brownie on the ground before Erik. Then she sat down and looked up at him expectantly, as if she were saying 'Look what I brought you Daddy.'
"I despise you," Brandji sneered as he stood up and brushed himself off.
Just as the Brownie started to walk off, Ayesha dropped him to the ground again with one of her front paws.
"No, I take that back," Brandji said trying to push the cat's paw off his chest. "I hate you and your cat."
"Well, if you didn't smell like a mouse you wouldn't have to worry," Luniana chirped as she landed on Erik's shoulder.
"I do not smell like a mouse!" Brandji yelled at the pixie, now attracting everyone's attention.
"Well," she smirked, "at least one part of you does."
"It was one time! Why do you keep bringing this up?" he demanded, finally getting his tiny knife from its sheath.
"I think that's enough of that," Erik sighed picking up the Siamese before damage could be done to either brownie or cat.
"I do not need help from you," Brandji grumbled storming off.
"Oh, may I hold her?" Christine asked her eyes lighting up at the sight of the cat.
"Of course, but she is rather particular," Erik smiled handing the feline over to the young woman.
"Just like someone else I know," S'ray said with a roll of her eyes.
"I sang the Blackbird the Stack's of Barley,
Old Rodney's Glory and the Foggy Dew,
I played them slowly, with a sweet melody.
Till tears ran down their cheeks like dew," sang out Tavlyn's rich, clear voice in the night.
S'ray leaned closer to Erik and he put his arm around her, drawing her closer. He looked down at her and smiled.
"She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds,
No paints nor powders, no, none at all.
She wore a bonnet with ribbons on it
And round her shoulder hung a Galway Shawl," the Elf continued.
"I still say this is about you," Erik whispered into her pointed ear.
"Twas very early, the next morning,
I took the road for old Donegal.
She cried and kissed me, then she left me,
All I can think of now is that Galway shawl."
"Flatterer," she sighed with a roll of her violet eyes.
"She wore no jewels, no costly diamonds,
No paints nor powders, no, none at all.
She wore a bonnet with ribbons on it
And round her shoulder hung a Galway Shawl," Tavlyn finished.
"To me this is about you," he smiled and kissed her cheek.
"Hi Pretty Lady," Brule smiled as he stood on the log next to Meg.
"Hi Brule," she smiled down at the little Brownie.
"Can I stay by you so the furred death doesn't get me?" he asked with pleading eyes.
"Furred death?" she asked puzzled.
"The furred death," he said pointing to where Ayesha sat crouched on the ground watching the Brownie.
"Of course," she smiled and picking up the Brownie sat him on her knee where she was certain the cat wouldn't dare pounce on him.
Brule turned back the cat and sticking his thumbs in his ears, blew a loud raspberry at her.
Tavlyn, Daklu and Cyd began playing the music they'd rehearsed earlier in the day. Erik smiled; he liked working with musicians who caught on to music quickly. They had even helped him make some minor alterations to suit the instruments they played. Then he began to sing in his rich baritone, "Ride on, through the night, ride on
Ride on, through the night, ride on."
S'ray's eyes widened, she hadn't heard this song before. This must have been the surprise that Erik had hinted at earlier in the day. She liked the music and found herself swaying in time to it as he sang to her.
"There are visions, there are memories
There are echoes of thundering hooves
There are fires, there is laughter
There's the sound of a thousand doves," Erik continued as he watched S'ray's reaction. She was smiling and swaying to the music, which had to mean that she liked his song.
"Ride on, through the night, ride on
Ride on, through the night, ride on," he continued singing.
Christine closed her eyes and listened to his voice. This was what she had been waiting for, Erik's turn to sing. She briefly wondered what the song meant, but decided she would ask later after he'd finished.
"In the velvet of the darkness
By the silhouette of silent trees
They are watching, they are waiting
They are witnessing life's mysteries," Erik sang to S'ray.
The Elf blushed and glanced away, realizing he was singing about their encounter on Beltane. Erik's lyrics weren't blatantly sexual, but the way he sang them made her feel warm all over. She blushed a bit more as she imagined taking him for a stroll away from the fire and into the darkness of the night where she could have him all to herself.
"Ride on, through the night, ride on
Ride on, through the night, ride on," he sang knowing exactly why his lover blushed.
"Cascading stars on the slumbering hills
They are dancing as far as the sea
Riding o'er the land, you can feel its gentle hand
Leading on to its destiny."
Meg didn't miss the looks that Erik and S'ray were exchanging. She knew by S'ray's blush that Erik was singing about something very intimate, though his lyrics never said anything outright.
"Ride on, through the night, ride on
Ride on, through the night, ride on."
Erik picked up his violin and began to play. Cyd watched the reactions of Meg and Christine; they were almost mesmerized by the man's music, even S'ray seemed quite taken with it. The dragon wondered to himself if this always happened when Erik played and if so what the implications would be.
"Take me with you on this journey
Where the boundaries of time are now tossed
In cathedrals of the forest
In the words of the tongues now lost
Find the answers, ask the questions
Find the roots of an ancient tree
Take me dancing, take me singing
I'll ride on till the moon meets the sea," Erik sang after putting down his instrument.
"Ride on, through the night, ride on
Ride on, through the night, ride on
Ride on, through the night, ride on
Ride on, through the night, ride on," he finished and played the violin again.
S'ray sighed, wishing that they were alone when he finished playing. She wasn't sure what it was about this song, but he had definitely awakened a hunger within her with it. She moved closed to him after they'd finished the song. "Was that the surprise you were hinting at earlier?" she asked.
"It was," he smiled. "Did you like it?"
"I did," S'ray sighed and pressed her lips against his in a soft kiss.
"Aww, how sweet," Luniana twittered from where she sat by Christine.
Christine merely tried to hide her annoyance at their display of affection.
"I'll thank you later," S'ray whispered so only he could hear.
"I look forward to it," Erik whispered back.
Christine looked at S'ray enviously as the woman leaned back against the Phantom's chest. She frowned when she saw his arms wrap around the Elf and he then leaned forward to steal a quick kiss. The young soprano turned when she felt Madame Giry's comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Let him go," the older woman whispered. "Just look at how happy he is with her. I've known him since before you and Meg were born and I've never seen him truly happy like he is now."
"I know," she sighed. "But I just can't help thinking it could be me in his arms instead if I'd made different choices."
"Now Christine," Antoinette said a bit more sternly. "You must let him go. He's moved on and you need to do the same if you ever expect to be happy."
"Of course Aunt Nettie," Christine said managing a small smile. "I'll try my best."
"And just remember, tomorrow you're going home to Raoul," the ballet mistress added. "You must be happy and excited to see him again."
"I am, but I will miss this place," she sighed. "And you and Meg."
"Then you must come and visit," Meg smiled as she put her arm around her adopted sister.
"I will," the soprano smiled. "And you'll both come and visit me as well."
"Of course we will," Madame Giry smiled, hugging both her girls.
"Now this song has seven verses, but I've been told that I'm only allowed to sing five in mixed company," Tavlyn said, glaring at Erik.
"Save it for the Inn Tavlyn," Cyd replied.
"Yeah, you can get back at him there," Daklu grinned.
"Not if I don't show up," Erik replied dryly.
"As if you're going to let S'ray stay away from you for that long," Cyd chuckled.
Madame Giry did her best to hide her laugh, but failed miserably.
"Thank you for your confidence in me Antoinette," Erik grumbled.
"I'm sorry Erik, but they know you so well already," she laughed.
"Fine, since that song was obviously too controversial, even though Erik was singing it when we were at the Inn last, we'll do a different one," Tavlyn grumbled.
Erik began blushing at the memory, he was about to say something when S'ray nudged him. "Don't bother, you were half drunk at the time and Tavlyn will bring that up," she whispered rubbing his back.
"On the Fourth of July 1806 we set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks for the grand City Hall in New York
'twas a wonderful craft, she was rigged for and aft and oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts and they called her the Irish Rover," Tavlyn began singing.
"Time for bed love," Erik whispered to a sleepy S'ray after he'd put his violin back in its case.
"Already?" she asked yawning.
"It's well past midnight," he smiled kissing her cheek
"Mmm, I could just stay right here," she sighed snuggling closer to his warmth in the chilled air.
"On the contrary love," Erik said gathering her and the violin case into his arms and standing. "I'll carry you in."
"I love you," S'ray smiled putting her arms around his neck as he started walking back to the house.
"And I love you," he replied. They reached the study door and he saw Madame Giry seated on the divan reading. He tapped lightly on the door with his foot and she looked up. Smiling, she went to the door and opened it.
"I'll take this Erik," Antoinette said taking the violin case from him. "Oh I remember when you sent me to buy this for you. I was so nervous."
"I remember Antoinette, but she is far more precious to me now," he smiled indicating the sleeping woman in his arms.
"Of course, you should take her upstairs, it's late," she said opening the other door.
"Thank you, don't stay up too late yourself," he nodded leaving the room.
"I won't, just looking for a book to read for a bit," Madame Giry replied.
Erik smiled as he looked down at S'ray sleeping on their bed. He remembered the first time he'd carried her up here, she'd been exhausted after saving his life and fighting the Vicomte's men. He hadn't dared stay that night because it was her bed and her room, but now it was their bed and their room.
He sat on the bed in just his drawers and whispered, "S'ray, you need to undress for bed love."
She sighed and mumbled in Elven before settling into sleep once more.
"Now don't blame me if I loose myself in desire of you," he smirked pulling the lacing on her shirt. "I am but a weak half-Faye."
Once the lacing was out, he opened the shirt, baring her to his hungry eyes. He took in a shuddering breath, not wanting to wake her just yet. Erik slid one of his arms beneath her back and pulled her upright, and then with his free hand he pulled the shirt from her completely. He softly brushed her lips with his and she smiled and sighed as he held her.
He gently laid her back down on the bed before his nimble fingers went to the ties on her pants, the same ones she'd worn on Beltane. Erik smiled, knowing it had been simple feminine jealousy that had prompted her wearing this particular garment. He knew it had been S'ray's own subtle way of showing that she was the alpha female here and had claimed him as hers. He chuckled softly, that hadn't been her only way of showing she had claimed him, she had also marked him as she'd threatened to do earlier. Their morning love play had resulted in a very noticeable love bite on his neck that his collar failed to hide. He had been using a cravat to cover it, but S'ray had pulled it off every time she got close to him and he had finally given up.
His hand skimmed up her now bare legs to her hips. She was so beautiful sleeping before him now. He leaned down and kissed her stomach; she shifted slightly and sighed happily. With a devilish gleam in his eyes, he shifted his position on the bed next to her. He leaned down again and ran his tongue over her bare mound. Her soft moan emboldened him further and he parted her thighs just enough to tease the tender bud at the top of her cunny.
S'ray moaned again and parted her thighs further in an invitation to him. Committed now, he slid down between her legs and pulled one over his shoulder. Watching her closely, he slowly licked her honey pot and savored her flavor on his tongue. She gasped and her eyelids fluttered. Smiling, he plunged his tongue within her honeyed depths once more. This time she cried out softly and her eyes opened wide.
"Erik," she gasped raising her head to gaze at him where he lay between her thighs.
He looked up at her with desire darkened eyes and teased her clitoris with his tongue. Her sharp intake of breath was followed by her head falling back to her pillow again. "You're so sweet," he murmured lapping her honeyed nectar. "I could do this to you all night."
Her only reply was a soft sound of pleasure.
"I love you," he whispered against her heated flesh. "I need you. I live for you."
Erik saw her hands grasp the bedclothes as he pleasured her.
"Yes," he hissed gently biting her inner thigh. "That's it my goddess. Let me give you bliss."
S'ray moaned softly as his tongue tasted her honeyed sweetness once more. She arched her back and Erik held to her tightly as she trembled with desire and pleasure. "Fuck me," she gasped as his talented tongue teased her clitoris again.
"In time love," he smiled rubbing his beard roughened cheek against her sensitive inner thigh.
"Erik," she pleaded as he brought her closer to release.
He didn't answer; instead he placed his mouth over her and began humming. She gasped and tried to buck her hips at the sudden rush of intense pleasure. One of his fingers slid into her slick channel. "Such a wicked woman," he murmured sliding his finger in and out of her. "You're so hot and wet love and letting me do such wicked things to you."
"Yes," she gasped as he watched her body begin to blush with arousal.
"And begging me to fuck you, how un-lady-like," he chastised and gently sucked her clitoris.
"Mmmmm," she moaned as her fingers tangled in his hair, holding his mouth to her sex.
"You're so wicked you must be some sort of Faye seductress sent to ensnare me into a life of carnal pleasures," Erik whispered against her hot cunny. "Is that your goal love?"
"Oh Erik," she gasped as her secret muscles began to grasp his thrusting fingers.
He pulled his fingers from her and licked them. "Mmm, your taste is exquisite mon amour," he groaned as he felt himself harden. "I truly could do this to you all night." He raised himself up to look at her; she was the very picture of desire and pleasure before him. One of his hands slid up to brush a taut nipple causing her to gasp and shudder. "How could I ever want another after having been in your arms?" he asked and bent down to slide his tongue into her once more.
S'ray gasped and moaned as his tongue swirled around her clitoris. He heard a hitch in her breath as her thighs began to tense, a sure sign she was close to coming undone. He smiled, that would have to wait and began kissing his way up her trembling body. His lips ghosted over her soft skin till they closed over one of her taut nipples. Erik growled as he became even harder against her. "You are so beautiful," he said huskily as their eyes met.
Then he caught her lips in a kiss and her fingers tangled in his hair. Her legs wrapped around him and her breasts pressed against his chest. Erik left her lips and rained kisses down her throat to her shoulders, gently biting between kisses. She gasped and gripped his shoulders tightly. "Oh Erik, Erik," she murmured as his lips moved down between her breasts again.
"I love you," he whispered. "You sang beautifully tonight."
"Mmm, so did you," S'ray sighed as he licked her nipple again.
"Oh S'ray, I almost couldn't wait to get you up here tonight," he said nuzzling her breasts. "Have I ever told you that you have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen?"
"Liar," she chuckled and playfully pushed him away.
"Never love," he smiled rubbing her nipple with his thumb. "These are absolutely perfect."
"But they're so small," she sighed looking down at herself.
"They are perfect, I'll show you," Erik replied and took one of her breasts into his mouth again. She gasped as his tongue teased her nipple while he suckled her. "Mmm, you fit perfectly in my mouth," he smiled now gently kneading that breast.
"But," she protested and was cut off by his lips against hers again.
"See how you fit perfectly in my hand?" he smiled caressing her other breast.
"They could be bigger," she sighed. "Even Christine is more well-endowed than I."
"No, you are perfect," he said kissing her nipple. "Anything more than this would be a waste."
"Are you certain?" S'ray asked. "I'm almost a boy compared to human women that you're familiar with."
"I am positive," he smiled kissing over to her other breast. "You are the picture of perfection and certainly no boy."
"Ohhh," she breathed as his clever tongue teased her nipple.
"You are a woman and you are mine," he said possessively as he rose up above her. "Give me your hand."
"Why love?" she asked looking up into his eyes.
"I want to show you something," he almost growled taking her hand in his and placing it on his erection. "This is what merely thinking about your breasts does to me."
"Just thinking does this?" she asked quirking an eyebrow and then began firmly stroking him.
"Mmm," he groaned, "among other things that I've been doing to you so far tonight."
"I thought so," she gently chuckled still stroking him. "Lie back Erik."
He shook his head, trying to regain control of himself and their love making. His hand covered hers again and stilled her motions. "S'ray, please," he whispered opening his eyes and catching her smoldering gaze.
S'ray smiled and let him remove her hand. She lay back on the bed for him and waited for him to continue whatever it was he had planned for them. "I'm waiting lover," she sighed stretching out before him and placing her hands above her head.
His mouth descended on one of her breasts again, teeth nipping at her sensitive nipple. She gasped and arched up against him. Erik growled low in his throat as he suckled, licked and nipped at her warm flesh. His free hand slid down her stomach and between her thighs to caress her slick and silken sex. She gasped and writhed as he continued to plunder her womanly treasures with his hands and mouth.
Gradually he began to move his passionate kisses down her stomach to her hips again. "Oh please," she gasped as he paused over her apex. He smiled as he paused before plunging his tongue into her honeyed depths once more. S'ray gasped and sat up at the sudden rush of intense pleasure. She leaned back on one hand, while her other tangled in his ebony hair, holding his mouth to her aching center. "Oh yes Erik, yes," she sighed as he brought her closer to release.
Her gasps soon turned to quiet moans and whimpers of pleasure as she neared the edge. She closed her eyes and let her head fall backward as he continued to torment her with his tongue. He could feel her thighs start to tense as he brought her ever closer to coming undone. Suddenly he heard her breath hitch in her throat and she barely stifled a sharp cry as he pulled her over the edge and she trembled in sweet release.
Not waiting for her pleasures to end, he moved his body over her and slid inside her slick passage. She gasped and her eyes opened wide as he joined their bodies completely. His arms moved up to hers and he twined their hands together as he began long slow strokes.
Erik's mouth covered hers in a passionate and possessive kiss. Leaving her breathless, his lips moved to her ear where he whispered, "You are beautiful mon amour and your beauty surpasses all others, do not ever forget that."
"I love you," she gasped as he continued to slowly thrust into her. "Oh Erik, I love you."
"You're mine S'ray, you'll always be mine," he continued whispering in between kisses to her neck and shoulder. "Tell me you're mine, I want to hear you say it."
"I'm yours," she gasped, wrapping her strong legs with his. "I'll always be yours Erik."
He thrust into her hard then and she bit back another sharp cry of pleasure and arched against him. He covered her mouth with his and did it again, swallowing her cries in his kiss. Erik groaned against her as he brought their bodies together, everything felt so right when they were one. Her legs were wrapped around him and he could feel her quick pants of breath against his shoulder. She was so warm and so soft against him; he couldn't get enough of her. Never had Erik ever thought to experience the bliss of being wrapped in a woman's softness, he had always believed that would be a pleasure forever denied to him. "I love you S'ray," he said stopping his movements. "I love you like no other woman before. I need you S'ray; I need you more than I need air." His hands left hers and one gently caressed her face. "I love you so much S'ray," he said looking into her dark violet eyes. "Those three simple words just don't seem adequate enough to describe my feelings for you."
"It's alright," she smiled at him, brushing his unruly hair from his face. "I feel the same about you Erik."
"S'ray," he said huskily and bent down to kiss her again.
"I love you Erik Destler," S'ray smiled caressing his marred cheek. "I will always love you, no matter what may happen."
"And I will always love you S'ray Nightstar Dragon-Friend," he replied and kissed her again.
Christine backed up and leaned against the wall, her hand covered her mouth as tears flowed down her cheeks. She had wanted proof of Erik's love for S'ray and now she had it. She silently cursed her insatiable curiosity and need to know things, anything. So she had crept out of bed and walked up here to see if she get proof of the Phantom's love for S'ray or not.
She had now seen Erik and S'ray truly making love, not the frenzy of lust she'd witnessed in their kitchen when she had first arrived. She had seen the soft touches and tender caresses of the lovers. She had heard their whispered words of love and desire. She had seen the delight and pleasure of their bodies joining. Everything she had just seen through the keyhole and heard through the door left her with an ache in her chest.
Raoul did not touch her like that, nor did he whisper words of love and desire while they made love. She did not gasp and moan his name as he touched and kissed her. On the fingers of one hand she could count how many times her husband had touched her between her legs and he had never kissed her there like Erik did to S'ray. She had been scandalized at first to see such a wicked thing done, but then she had seen S'ray's response to him. Christine had been amazed when she saw her grab his hair and hold his mouth to her secret place.
Had this been what Erik had meant when he wrote the lyrics to "Past the Point of No Return" in Don Juan? Their bodies were certainly entwined and she could see the raging fire, rich desire and sweet seduction between them. She closed her eyes, still able to see them as one and hear the soft sounds of passion on the other side of the door.
She knew she should be happy that he had moved on and finally found the love and acceptance he'd so craved. However, she still couldn't help but feel more than a little jealous and hurt that he'd gone into the arms of another woman so soon after sending her away to Raoul. What hurt even more was the obvious passion he had for S'ray, a passion she once thought he only had for her.
Suddenly she heard a knob turn and she broke out of her reverie. A door started to open and Christine froze, expecting to see either Erik or S'ray standing there. The door on the right swung open instead and there stood Madame Giry with a stern look upon her face. She took Christine by the hand and pulled her into the room before shutting the door again.
The kiss deepened and his body started moving over hers again. "Oh Erik," she gasped against him as her arms wrapped around him.
He groaned against her and quickened the speed of his movements. He raised himself up onto his arms and changed the angle of his thrusts as well. Her arms and legs were around him and she met his every thrust into her. Their eyes met and his breath quickened at the sight of her beneath him. She gasped and cried out softly as he brought her closer and closer to release. Erik thrust into her faster, the feel of being in her almost overwhelming.
Before long he again felt the signs of her body nearing release and he slowed and lengthened his strokes. He could feel the tension in her legs as she wrapped tighter around him, in an effort to hold him closer and take him deeper. She gripped his shoulders, fingers digging in; he knew there would be bruises in the morning and he did not care.
His mouth descended on hers and he swallowed her cries of ecstasy as she came undone. He kept thrusting into her as she trembled beneath him, his own pleasure impossibly increased by hers. Then with a long, low groan he spent himself inside her. His arms trembled and no longer able to support himself, he collapsed onto his lover.
They lay together in a tangle of arms and legs, eyes closed and breathing heavily. S'ray stroked his sweat slicked hair as he lay atop her. She could feel his sharp, quick breaths against her neck and shoulder as his body calmed. "I love you," she whispered, lips brushing his damp brow.
He mumbled incoherently in response and kissed her shoulder
She smiled contentedly as her hands slid down his neck to his shoulders. She unlocked her legs from around him and settled more comfortably into the bed as he showed no signs of being either willing or able to move from his current position. She took a deep breath and stretched her right leg starting with her toes and ending by flexing her thigh muscles as much as her current position would allow, then she repeated the same procedure with her left leg.
Erik began to stir as he felt her flexing her leg muscles. "Mmm, sorry love," he murmured as he lifted his weight from her.
"It's alright," she smiled gently caressing his marred cheek. "I don't mind."
"I will when I wake up to find I've suffocated you accidentally," he replied moving to lie next to her.
"You won't, I'll get you off," she sighed brushing his hair from his face.
"You certainly have," Erik chuckled raising up on his elbow.
"You're terrible," she groaned falling back on her pillow.
"I beg to differ Madame, I thought I was rather wonderful tonight," he smiled and kissed her.
"Mmm, you certainly were," S'ray smiled sliding her fingers along his cheek. "You are turning into quite the lover."
"Well, practice makes perfect," he replied pulling a blanket over them. "And I am a perfectionist."
"I'm not complaining am I?" she asked, settling in his arms.
"I am certain I shall know when you do," Erik smiled closing his eyes.
"Like that will ever happen love," she softly whispered as he fell asleep.
Author's End Note: Can you believe it, only 2 more chapters to go for this story. But don't fret, dear readers, I will be starting a new arc which will be quite harrowing for Erik. Oh, some have been asking what the Brownies did to incur the wrath of Madame Giry in chapter 32. I'm not saying, but if you'd like to take a guess, let me know in a review. Also Christine and S'ray are going to have a little talk in chapter 34. Any suggestions as to what they'll talk about? Let me know in a review and I may use it. All songs in this chapter belong to their respective owners.
Coming up in Chapter 34 – Time to Leave
Everyone has had a nice visit and now it's time to go home and back to work.