Magic

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Lorelei opened her eyes and gasped. Her utilitarian quarters had
disappeared. She was now in a sumptuous room draped in white silk and lit
with perfumed tapers. Fear and wariness instinctively kicked into place.
"No, Lorelei. Don't back away from me now." His arms tightened around her.
"I need to make love to you tonight. I need it to be beautiful for you. Let
me make it beautiful for you."
Even as she heard him speak, a huge lump formed in her throat and some very
unwarrior-like tears misted in her eyes. Never had she been surrounded by
such beauty and caring. Her training made her want to destroy the illusion
but some deeper, secret part of herself wanted this with a desperation that
was almost painful. Biting her lip, she fought to keep from breaking.

"Let me in..."
Lorelei closed her eyes slowly and leaned her head against his chest. She
was sick of fighting, sick of always being on guard. She wanted to be
cherished. Brandelein felt it when her last defenses fell away. She felt it
when he entered.

"My beautiful Warrior," came a quiet voice in her mind. "Such strength, such
beauty."
"I'm not beautiful," she mumbled into his shoulder. "I'm much too tall and
stringy." A soft laugh replied her.
"I don't know who you're talking about, but its not the woman I see here.
The woman I see is so feminine and lovely it hurts me to look at her." Firm
hands stroked down her sides to shape the curve of her hips and then around
to cup her buttocks.
"Look for yourself," he said.

Her eyes opened to find them reflected in an ornate, full-length mirror in
front of her. Brandelein slipped behind her and his warm eyes met hers in
the mirror as his arm came around her waist to hold her tight against his
body. His free hand came up to caress her face. Lorelei watched herself turn
her cheek into the palm of his hand.

"Such eyes..." his voice washed over her like rich honey. She couldn't stop
herself from shuddering as the vibration of his voice near her ear sent
delicious shivers running down her side. "So deep a man could lose himself
in them. And your lips..." One finger outlined the delicate shape of her
lips softly. "They were meant to be kissed. Slowly and endlessly."

His hand dropped to pick up one of hers. "As for you being stringy..." He
guided her hand to her throat. "Feel the skin there. Have you ever felt such
softness? So delicate, like the finest silk." Slowly he slipped her hand
beneath the linen she wore to trace the length of her collarbone. "Here I
see both the strength and the gracefulness that is part of you." She watched
as he lowered his dark head to plant soft kisses along her shoulder.

"Your hair..." he continued as he undid the leather thong that kept her
braid intact. Running his hands through her braid, he loosened her hair and
drew it about her shoulders to glint a deep, rich red in the candlelight.
"Your hair is a miracle. I feel its softness and I know I'm in heaven." He
buried his face in the red waves that cascaded down her back. She couldn't
couldn't say a thing because she was too busy fighting the swirling emotions
his words awoke in her.

Even as she watched, her laces in her bodice unraveled and its edges parted
to reveal the soft skin beneath. He moved her hand to cup the fullness of
one breast. His voice became almost worshipful. "And here is pure beauty.
The perfect curve, the firmness that makes my mind reel," he whispered. Her
nipples hardened under her fingers, their tips suddenly becoming pleasure
centers as she started squirming under her own caresses. In the mirror, she
saw her skin blush as an insidious heat flowed through her body.

And then suddenly, in a move that was almost brutal, Brandelein gripped the
shoulders of her linen bodysuit and yanked it down to leave her totally
naked.
"Now look at yourself and tell me that you're not beautiful!" he demanded.
Lorelei looked at herself then, in a way she had never done before. And saw
what he saw. She saw herself glow, as for the first time in her life she
felt truly beautiful.

She twisted around to press herself against him, her arms coming up to lock
tightly around his neck. They lips met in a sudden blaze of heat. Her bare
breasts rubbed against the leather of his surcoat, her nipples tightening
into hard nubs because of the friction. His clothes seemed to melt away even
as they pressed closer together. Skin slid over skin, soft sounds of
pleasure floated through the room. She suddenly felt weightless as he swept
her up and strode over to the silk draped divan.

She lay back into luxury, her lashes coming down to veil her eyes. Her hands
found the strength of his shoulders, her fingertips tracing the shape of the
muscles beneath. He leant over her, letting her touch his body to her
heart's content. He gasped softly when her nails scratched lightly across
his nipples, feeling himself tighten and focusing in on that spot. The cool
air felt wonderful against his heated body, easing the urgency that had
gripped him earlier.

She lingered over his back, enjoying the feel of long, lean muscles under
her hands. She pulled softly, bringing him down to lie flush against her.
One slender leg lifted to hook around his hip, pulling him closer. He let
his hands trail down her sides and shaped the enticing curve of her behind.
His fingers slipped in between her parted legs to dip into the moist flesh
there. As he stroked her delicate flesh, he felt a sudden wave of wetness
slide around his fingers. The slippery fluid between his fingertips brought
with it provocative images of long, smooth strokes, delicious easy sliding,
wetness and heat wrapped around his straining cock. He groaned involuntarily
as her hand closed around his shaft.

They began the rhythm, her strokes matching his caresses. He only had to
speed up his finger's motion to have her rub him just the way he liked it.
Her grip on him tightened, forcing a delicious groan deep out his throat.
His free hand clutched convulsively as unknowingly he began grinding his
entire hand against her mound. Lorelei gasped in delight, her strokes
becoming a little erratic as she focused in on the pleasure her entire mons
was receiving. Her hips started to thrust, even as she tried to keep on
stroking him. Soft pants started to escape him as he came much too close to
orgasm. Too soon! He pulled away from her, ignoring her surprised cry.
Fitting himself between her parted legs, he applied himself to making this
night one they would always remember.

His lips found and tugged gently on one taut nipple. A luminous smile
settled across Lorelei's lips as she closed her eyes and tilted her head
back into the silk pillows strewn across the divan. As she focused in on
herself, the sensations intensified and took over. Indescribable pleasure,
not just from what he was doing but from the happiness that was swelling
within her. Happiness and freedom. Her arms locked about his body and
squeezed fiercely. Surprise took Brandelein as he found himself struggling
for breath so he released her nipple. With a full-bodied laugh she arched
up, her eyes still closed and her face glowing with joy. Her eyes flew open
and shone up at him like a pair of emeralds. Passion retreated but something
better came...

She shrieked and swatted him in the face with a pillow when he started
tickling her. White cushions started flying every which way. They were
laughing hysterically when the fight sent them sliding off the couch to the
hard floor. Brandelein scrambled to his feet, ready for another attack, but
she took one look at him with his pillows and his raging erection and
doubled up.

"If only your apprentices could see you now," she gasped in between her
giggles. Brandelein looked affronted and moved a pair of cushions over his
groin, trying to look imposing. She took one look at the pink head
determinedly peeking out among the white ruffles, gave up her dignity and
screamed with laughter until the stitch in her side forced her to stop.

Still grinning uncontrollably, she parted the pillows over his groin and
rose gracefully to her feet, drawing her body against his all the way. A
tender smile waited for her at the end of her journey. His arms reached
around her waist and drew her close for a hug. With a sigh, she snuggled her
face into his neck and they began swaying to an silent melody, still wrapped
tightly in each other's arms.

Her feet left the floor as they floated silently back to the rumpled couch.
Her legs lifted and twined around his waist, her face still buried in his
shoulder. He laid her back down on the divan, gently as if she were
breakable. His body settled down onto hers, her legs unlocking from around
his waist and bracing themselves on either side of him.

"Let me make it beautiful for you," he whispered softly.
His eyes locked into hers and the connection coalesced between them.
Suddenly Lorelei felt conflicting images within her. She was lean and
slender, but she also had the thicker mass of an alien body. And a
straining... heaviness in the organ she didn't have. She gasped, her gaze
locked with his. He deliberately stroked his penis against the wetness of
her slit. A sound of sheer fascination escaped her as she felt his thickness
slide slickly against her flesh, felt her wetness enfold his/her cock, the
overpowering urge to thrust and glory in the tightness and undiluted
pleasure that was a woman. All this and more flooded into her mind. She
heard him groan, as he too felt her pleasure. It was almost as good as the
wonder in his eyes.

She started moving under him, her entire body an erotic caress as she
experienced for the first time a man's pleasure. Brandelein closed his eyes
and held himself still above her as he concentrated on all the conflicting
images and sensations. Skin sliding over damp skin, the swollen flesh
between his/her legs, nipples heavy with blood, the pounding of two hearts.
Then instinct came screaming back into his consciousness as she ground
herself heavily against his cock. Lorelei's eyes widened as she felt for the
first time, the male mating urge. She couldn't believe it was that
overpowering, that driven.

Brandelein came back to life, placing a soft pillow under her hips to
cushion her and to angle her up for his thrusts. Anticipation shivering
within both their bodies, making her feel slightly queasy from the
unaccustomed intensity of it all. Brandelein positioned the head of his
penis at her entrance looking deep into her eyes and strengthening the bond.
His eyes dilated from the pleasure as he pushed slowly into her body. He
came to a halt, gasping as the intensity almost overloaded his senses. The
first thrust is incredible from both aspects, but when melded together...

Lorelei was almost sobbing, her eyes still locked with his, but she couldn't
stop. Lifting her hips slowly, she took more of him in, forcing a groan from
deep within him. Stretching/throbbing, feeling his iron control, her
instinct to take him deeper. As his cock rubbed past a sensitive spot, they
both cried out. He could feel her drive, her instinctive knowledge that the
next inch would be incredible, would be enough to take her over the edge.
and him. So he fought her, gasping as he tried to pull back. But she
wouldn't let him, her legs locking around him, desperately holding him still
in her hot, wet sheath. He couldn't do a thing as she rose up to claim him.

A groan forced itself from her throat as the thickness of his cock spread
the walls of that special place deep inside her. A feeling of profound
satisfaction a split second before her climax hit. She arched her back, the
throbbing in her muscles sending the deep intense pleasure flooding through
her, freezing her muscles. Dimly she heard a cry that was desperate pleasure
and then there was the totally unfamiliar feeling of a massive, unstoppable
force. The pleasure/pain of a violent thrust and then the shock of a
spectacular explosion blasting through her whole body. She threw her head
back and screamed as the sharp, mindless pleasure overtook her. Then
suddenly new layers of dimension were added as his orgasm triggered one of
hers. She passed out.

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They were out for a long time, as their bodies struggled to regain
equilibrium. Lorelei came to first, tiny ripples of pleasure still flowing
through her body. They were back in her room and Brandelein was a dead
weight on her. So she summoned up the energy to roll him off onto his side.
Locks of his hair fell across his face, and his lashes were dark shadows
against his skin. With a tremulous smile, she reached out to brush the hair
away from his forehead. At her touch, a shiver passed over his features and
his eyes fluttered open. With a sudden sense of loss, she realised that the
connection between them was broken and that she was alone within herself.

"Oh Mira," he groaned with his face in a pillow, "That was unbelievable. I
feel like I've been used by several sex-crazed women." Lorelei grinned
smugly and snuggled up against him.