Shadow & Flame - Part One: The Collective - Season 1, Episode 4

by Elias Raven

  My last desperate gasp at a relationship, which was more a drug-fueled weekend fling had been Ricky, but we had both front loaded it going in, so if once in awhile I got a craving for cock and wanted to bring a guy home to bang or share, it was ok as long as we both approved beforehand. The guy would be one lucky son of a bitch getting to have his ménage fantasies fulfilled, and it still gave me an out since I hadn’t fully committed to a girl on girl relationship.

  Now mind you, we lived in one of the friendliest states in the nation for the LGBT community, but we had never viewed ourselves that way. After our last relationships had nuked, we had both come together again to commiserate. Except, a funny thing happened this time. I told Rhi the truth. I told her exactly how I was feeling about her and I didn’t hold anything back.

  I was worried that maybe if I spoke from the heart, she might tell me a big fat NO, but I think we were both so beaten down by our last relationships that we were finally able to surrender and see the possibility of the two of us really trying together.

  We always had our friendship that would never change, but telling her, I was in love with her, not the best friend kind of love either. I wanted her as my lover in the worst possible way. I always had, I just had been too chicken shit to admit it to myself, or to her.

  We took it slow and easy, our friendship was the most important thing to us both. We had a lot of time and emotion invested in it. That friendship was the foundation that we built our relationship on.

  We literally had to unlearn all of the dysfunctional bullshit, and games that we had been involved in and had to relearn what a healthy relationship was between two consenting adults.

  We didn’t do it fucking perfectly that was for sure. It wasn’t just about the sex either. We both craved the emotional aspect that was missing with the guys we dated. It was new for both of us. We were used to the physicality of our exes, and we both had some serious emotional damage from it.

  It took us awhile to work through all of it, and when issues came up that we couldn’t figure out, we both agreed to go to counseling together, so we didn’t bring our baggage into our relationship.

  It was weird, but we promised each other if we were going to do it, we were all in or nothing. I have to tell you my relationship with Rhi is unlike anything I have ever experienced with any guy. There is a level of intimacy there that only women understand. Now I’m not knocking the guys for being at fault, it wasn’t like we (Rhi and me) picked the right guys. Rhi realized that she picked guys like her father and I was doing the same thing. I remembered my dad slapping my mom around when I was young. Usually, my parents were drunk. Rhi’s dad was really violent when he drank too. I remember she told me her dad had given her mom a black eye or hurt her bad even breaking bones. A few times the paramedics had been called to their house. When she started dating, she gravitated towards the same kind of men that were abusive and emotionally unavailable figuring she didn’t deserve any better, or that was how men treated women.

  The longer we stayed together, the deeper we went inside of ourselves and with each other. I don’t know how to describe this kind of love, except it was perfection in the truest sense of the word. When I left LA and flew back home, the woman I loved was waiting for me with open arms. There was nothing held out emotionally anymore for either of us or any doubts any longer. I loved Rhianna and wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. We were both committed to making our relationship work.

  I heard a noise in the hallway and rolled back onto my side as Rhi quietly opened the bedroom door and came back into our bedroom. I heard her taking off her shirt and then she crawled back into our bed and wrapped herself around me nuzzling my back. Just the feel of her breath against my skin sent shivers through my whole body. I couldn’t help it, a moan escaped my lips.

  “Mmmmm…. you awake, Baby?” she asked.

  I rolled over and wrapped my arms around her neck and pulled her into me and kissed her deeply. Her lips parted as my tongue gently probed her lips and they danced together as we hungrily devoured each other. Her hands moved over my body teasing my breasts and neck as she took control exploring. I moaned again.

  “Someone is sensitive? Did you miss me, Baby?” she asked, smiling as she teased me.

  I looked into her eyes and could see the playful fire dancing there, but my head was still thinking about Royston and Rhi talking, and I had to ask before we continued.

  “You know how much I missed you. I woke up a few minutes ago and heard you talking to Royston? Is he ok? Are you ok?” I asked questioningly.

  Rhi grinned at me, but I could tell she had something bothering her.

  “Baby, you said you would talk to me about whatever was bothering you when I got home. I’m home, and you don’t look like you have been sleeping much. Out with it.” I told her.

  She let out a big sigh and propped herself up on the pillow. She played with my hair, and I could tell she was really horny.

  “Honey, I will fuck your brains out today or tonight, but tell me what is going on,” I said firmly.

  She put her head on my chest, and I could feel her taking deep breaths.

  “Misty, you remember that weird thing I can do? You know, what my grandfather said about being precognitive and ghost walking and stuff?” she asked quietly.

  “Of course, Baby, although it has been a long time since you’ve had any experiences or dreams like that. The last time was when we went to visit your grandfather on the reservation. Why?” I asked now starting to press.

  Slowly, she started revealing her story to me about the dreams, The Skinwalker, and the fight. When she showed me the pictures of her back, my skin crawled, and I gasped.

  “Baby! What the fuck is that?” I asked her.

  She just shook her head.

  “That’s why I’ve been kind of freaked. I’ve never experienced that before in all the time I was in Dreamtime and walking. I’ve never been attacked, and I have never had it physically show up in real time in this world. I have a call into my grandfather, but I have not heard from him yet. I talked to the boys about what happened, and I also wrote a poem that was real trippy. The lines of poetry have been bouncing around in my head ever since I heard the whistling…” She let the statement hang.

  I looked at Rhianna. “What whistling?” I asked her.

  “I don’t know, I hear it all the time now. Especially in the early morning hours. I’ve gone out with my dad’s gun and checked the property more than once thinking someone was prowling. But, Mephisto is here, and he would alert me if there was anyone outside the house,” she told me.

  I sat up on the bed and looked at Rhianna. She was quiet while I processed it all.

  “What did Royston say?” I asked her.

  “He told me to go show my poem to Mac and Reid and talk about my dreams. He made arrangements to meet them at Del Mar’s this morning,” she replied.

  I reached over and squeezed her hand and stroked her head.

  “I bet this freaked you out. I know I’m freaked out just hearing you tell me about it,” I whispered.

  “If Royston said to go see Mac and Reid, then let’s go. We can shower together, and we can ride our bikes down to Del Mar’s. Did Royston leave already?” I asked her. Rhi nodded her head. I smiled and leaned down and kissed her gently.

  “Don’t worry, Royston is one smart mother fucker, and if he says to see them and trust them, then that’s what we will do.” I tried to be reassuring. “Do the boys know?” I inquired.

  She nodded her head and looked at me. “Royston said he would call them after we were done talking to Mac and Reid to see if they wanted food brought back. After last night’s party, they might just want coffee!” she said laughing.

  I grabbed Rhianna’s hand and pulled her to the bathroom with me. I watched her eyes as they widened in appreciation when she stripped off my shirt and panties. I slowly undressed her, and it was my turn to soak in her beauty.

  God, she was gorgeous.

  I
kissed her hungrily letting my mouth slip down to her breast and sucking her nipple into my mouth. It was one of her most sensitive spots. She moaned appreciatively as she tapped my shoulders and I smiled and pulled her further into the bathroom.

  I opened the glass door and started the shower, running my fingers under the water. Rhianna pushed against me and started to caress my body. I was drenched, and she knew it. Her fingers kept teasing me as we stepped into the shower closing the door behind us.

  She guided me under the water as she poured soap into her hands and started massaging it into my neck and shoulders. I moaned as she teased and played with me, rinsing the soap away, I pushed her hungrily under the water and returned the favor.

  “Spread,” I ordered her.

  She smiled wickedly and complied as my fingers teased her this time. My lips kissed her neck and nipples. I could feel her juices running over my fingers when I lifted my hand up to her lips to taste. We kissed each other again continuing our torturous foreplay session in the shower.

  I loved every minute of it.

  The give and take was delicious. At one point, she had me up against the wall her fingers moving in and out of my pussy. I moaned as she brought her hand firmly down across my ass cheeks. I loved the sting as she kept working her hands across my body. She knew right where to touch me.

  The last time she spanked my ass, she plunged her fingers in deep. I instinctively clenched and felt my orgasm wash over me. I gasped and came all over her fingers. She moaned as she worked her fingers faster. I moaned as she spanked me again and the second orgasm washed over me coating her hands again. My legs started getting weak as she removed her fingers and made me lick my juices. She knew I loved how I tasted, but turnabout was fair play.

  I wrapped my arms around her neck and reached down, but she blocked me. I pinched her nipples hard, and she let out a yelp.

  “Hey,” she said, and playfully smacked me. A smile playing across her lips, she kissed me again before pulling back. “Let’s go see Mac and Reid. If we’re not playing hostesses today, tonight you can do whatever you want to me.” Rhianna grinned when she said it.

  “That wasn’t fair, Baby, I like it when you cum with me! You know that,” I said to her making eye contact.

  Rhianna grinned wickedly waving her ass to me. My hand came down hard across her cheeks, and she bit her lip and moaned. She dug her hands into the tile and waved it at me again. I brought my hand down hard again across both cheeks. I could feel the shudder run through her.

  My girl loved to get paddled as long as I was the one doing it. I could make her orgasm just from spankings alone. I brought my hand down across her ass again and heard her gasp.

  “Lean against the wall and open your legs, Baby,” I commanded her.

  Rhianna complied moaning.

  I reached down and felt between her legs. She was drenched. I spanked her again and felt her legs quiver as I played with her just a little and spanked her hard one more time. This time she came all over my fingers. I rubbed her lips and worked my hand back and forth making sure she came for me the way I liked. I lifted my wet fingers to her lips, and she sucked hungrily then I reached down and lifted her juices to my lips.

  “Damn, Baby… Mmmmm… just the way I like you.” I leaned in biting her shoulder.

  She wrapped her arms around my neck, and we kissed softly, then finished getting cleaned up for our ride.

  We dressed comfortably wearing black denim boot cut jeans, and I wore a black Nine Inch Nails tee-shirt, and she wore a black Metallica tee shirt. We wore matching black bras and panties. It was just one of the things we liked to do when we were together. We slid on a pair of low-cut black snakeskin boots with silver buckles and of course our Shadow & Flame black leather belts with matching buckles.

  Royston had our logo custom made into the buckles and had given them to us for Christmas one year. They were bad-ass, and there was only two of them in the world, and they belonged to us. Hell, it made me love the man even more.

  Rhianna ran into the house and grabbed her poem off of the piano and folded it into her pocket. Then, we quietly slipped out to the garage and put our riding leathers on and slipped our matching black helmets on.

  Misty’s helmet had blue flames almost matching her hair color, mine was black with orange flames around the back. Inside of the flames was our band logo for Shadow & Flame, a raven with the edges of its wings on fire. It looked badass. We straddled our 2014 Harley Davidson Touring Super Low Motorcycles.

  We had picked them out for Christmas that year and bought them cash on the spot. We loved the motorcycles. We had gotten the tanks painted to match our helmets, but otherwise, they were the same. We each checked our bikes visually to make sure there were no issues and then gave each other the thumbs up before straddling the seats and keying the ignitions.

  I opened the electric garage even as we fired up the bikes. The engines came to life, and we let them warm up for a minute before pulling the bikes out of the garage and closing the garage door.

  I knew Royston would be waiting for us. Rhi gunned her motorcycle’s engine and took off in front of me. I could tell she was egging me on wanting to get to Del Mar’s quickly.

  We talked through the intercom system built into the helmets. I could hear the anticipation in her voice. She needed to tell someone the details of her dreams. I hoped Reid and Mac could help my girl.

  Chapter 8

  ~Dark Truth~

  Birds have no consciousness of doom:

  Yon thrush that serenades me daily

  From scented snow of hawthorn bloom

  Would not trill out his glee so gaily,

  Could he foretell his songful breath

  Would sadly soon be stilled in death.

  Yon lambs that frolic on the lea

  And incarnate the joy of life,

  Would scarce disport them could they see

  The shadow of the butcher's knife:

  Oh Nature, with your loving ruth,

  You spare them knowledge of Dark Truth.

  Excerpt from Dark Truth

  By Robert William Service

  ~Rhianna~ I was still tingling all over after our playtime in the shower. I was hungry for more and Misty fucking knew it.

  My hands and feet worked the throttle and clutch as I shifted through the gears. The Harley Davidson roared between my legs. Royston had been right in that regard. Having my legs wrapped around the seat and frame and feeling the vibration through my legs and pussy was very stimulating. I almost wanted to lean forward and put more downward pressure against my jeans, but I knew that I would have her between my legs soon enough.

  We continued to talk back and forth, but all I could think about was getting her back in bed. She didn’t know I had bought a brand new toy from Adam & Eve to try out together. It was called a Soraya, and it promised simultaneous G-Spot and Clitoral stimulation. The toy looked like one mean motherfucker and for $250 and eight settings and ten power levels, I had better be a screaming hot mess that Misty has to hold down or tie down to the bed after she took me for a ride.

  I had to admit, the reviews were hot, and I absolutely loved surprising her with gifts. When we were in bed, the sky was the limit. The higher we flew together, the deeper we fell in love.

  My thighs were itching, and my clit was still throbbing from our earlier playtime. The shower play had been delicious, a little taste of what was to come later. I always saved my orgasms for her. We both did. No play or getting off until we were together. It was a great arrangement. By the time we saw each other, we were like two Sumo wrestlers slamming into each other skin on skin. It was the most intense and delicious feeling in the world when I had her in my arms.

  Mmmmm…

  The lovemaking was going to be intense. We would have to deal with the houseguests, but that was ok. I knew Elias and Genevieve had their own kinks and Abel had his own place with Gia right down the road.

  I had Misty for a solid week! Fuck yes! Her next appoint
ment wasn’t until the following weekend and if needed could be moved out another week, so she would for sure be here to jam with us at the big gig sharing rhythm and lead guitar duties with me.

  I loved having her onstage! When the two of us played, it was something absolutely mystical. Twin guitar nitro and we fed off of each other wonderfully. That red guitar of hers, her straddling the body, pulling every delicious note from it. The crowd went absolutely apeshit nuts for her playing, and it was sexy. Like Prince hot or some shit. They ate it up!

  I heard a motorcycle horn go off behind me and Misty was yelling in the intercom in my helmet.

  “Pay attention, Honey. You were drifting a little off the line. Are you daydreaming about fucking my brains out again?” she asked playfully.

  I shoved my arm straight back and gave her the finger. I heard laughter in the headset.

  “Not far off the mark, huh?” she said laughing.

  “Ok, you win! Maybe, I was a little distracted,” I said laughing with her.

  “Well, maybe a hot shower when we get home will adjust that little bit of attitude you have, my dear,” she said with just a hint of menace in her voice.

  “Promises! Promises! I’ll be stripping and tossing you in first, Baby,” I shot back.

  Just then, we rounded a turn, and Del Mar’s popped into view. I downshifted and feathered the brakes as Misty pulled up alongside me, and we headed into the parking lot.

  The place was absolutely slammed! I could see Royston’s Black on Burgundy Mini tucked in a reserved spot in the front. The spot next to his car was blocked off. Misty gunned the throttle on her motorcycle and pulled into the spot taking one side, and I followed right next to her grabbing the other.

  We shut down our bikes and dropped the kickstands then pulled off our helmets. I could see a small commotion inside as Ava looked up from the register and Laura’s blond hair even when pinned was still flying behind her as she wove through the booths and tables working the crowd. I could see more than a few people pointing. Hopefully, I wouldn’t have to knock anyone out!