by Bliss Devlin
But Amanda wasn't done yet.
Andras lifted Katie up against him, cupping her breasts in his large hands and gently stroked her swollen nipples as she shivered in his arms. Amanda retrieved a large vibrating dildo from a chest of drawers and slowly penetrated Katie with it, kissing her hungrily as Katie sprawled on Andras' lap with her legs spread wide.
Her clit was so sensitive from the clamp that the dildo's rabbit stimulator felt like torture when it made contact. She whimpered and tried to squirm away from it, but Andras held her fast. Amanda smiled cruelly at Katie's reaction, and did not relent, steadily thrusting the thick, vibrating length in and out of her until Katie climaxed for a fourth time, gasping and sobbing.
She was so cold now that she was shaking, her teeth chattering. Andras' arms around her felt hot, as did the whisper of his breath as he bent to speak to her. "We're nearly done, love," he assured her. "Do you think you can manage one more climax?"
Katie looked at Amanda. Her friend's face was now flushed, and her movements were almost like her usual energetic self.
"Yes, I think so," Katie whispered. "She looks much better, doesn't she?"
His lips scorched a path down her throat. "You've saved her life, love," he murmured. "Thank you."
Amanda leaned forward and kissed Katie lightly on her lips. "Thank you, Katie. I can't begin to tell you how much this means to me. I feel like a new person." Her mouth was warm now, and so were the hands that rested briefly on Katie's shoulders, and skimmed down her arms.
"I have one more thing I'd like you to try," Amanda continued, getting to her feet. "I think you'll like it."
She left the room, and Andras continued to hold Katie, his arms and chest wonderfully hot against her chilled skin. His kisses were gentle and affectionate now, rather than demanding, and Katie stopped thinking and simply let herself enjoy the feeling of being cared-for.
When Amanda returned, she was lugging a saddle mounted on what looked like a half-height sawhorse. Katie saw that the seat was fitted with two dildos, one long and thick and ridged, and the other one shorter and smoother and relatively slender.
"Have you ever tried double penetration?" Amanda asked. "No?" She shook her head with teasing disapproval. "Andras, Andras, Andras, I'm disappointed in you."
His only reply was a mock growl.
Despite her cold and the waves of fatigue that made her arms and legs feel too heavy to move, Katie laughed.
"Want to try it? You won't have to do anything—just relax and the device will do all the work for you," Amanda coaxed.
"Sure," Katie said, eyeing the dildos dubiously. "I'll give it a shot, but it doesn't look very, uh, comfortable."
"No," Amanda agreed, cheerfully, "but it feels extraordinary. The ride of your life, I guarantee it!"
So Katie found herself with her hands once more manacled and pulled above her head, and straddling the saddle.
"Sink down on your knees, now, and take it as slowly as you need to," ordered Amanda.
Andras played out the rope fastened to Katie's wrist-cuffs as she lowered herself cautiously. She felt the thick tip of the first dildo push against her, slick with lubricant, then Amanda was there, guiding and arranging as Katie lowered herself onto the toys in small increments.
When she was fully seated, she rose up experimentally on her knees, then sank down again slowly. Amanda had been right—it did feel extraordinary to have each entrance so completely filled.
"All settled?" asked Andras.
Katie nodded. "It feels kind of nice, actually. Different."
"Just wait until I turn it on!" warbled Amanda.
"On--?" Katie began to ask, with trepidation.
Then the dildos jerked to life inside of her, and her question turned into a strangled cry of pleasure. For a few minutes, Amanda and Andras just observed as Katie moaned and writhed in grip of the movement and vibration inside of her, her hips spasming uncontrollably as both toys moved independently, hitting sensitive nerve bundles.
"Status?" Andras ordered, at last.
It took Katie a few seconds to gather the wits to answer. "Green. Oh, God, I hope you're going to let me come because I won't be able to—God!"
Words broke down into a full-throated cry when Andras bent to take one of her swollen nipples in his mouth. That was cue for Amanda to join in.
As the toys worked tirelessly below, both of Katie's winged playmates kissed her and expertly tormented her.
Someone reached down and began to stroke her clit.
Despite her exhaustion, Katie came hard, all the while being kissed and fondled by her merciless lovers. She screamed and shook and tried to squirm away from the relentless stimulation as waves of blinding pleasure crashed over her, but held captive and doubly-impaled, there was no escape.
Her orgasm went on and on, the waves retreating temporarily, only to return longer and harder.
At the last, Katie hung limply in her bonds, sobbing, as the unyielding toys continued to work away inside her. She was so cold, she felt as if her blood were freezing in her veins. Her bones hurt, as if she were submerged in an ice water bath.
"Katie? Katie?" she heard Andras' voice. He sounded a long way away. "Are you all right? Status?"
It took her a long time to remember what he was asking. "Red," she whispered brokenly, hardly able to enunciate between her sobs. "Please stop. Please...red."
Immediately, everything around her went quiet. She felt completely relaxed, almost floating, as strong hands released her wrists, and lifted her gently off the now-motionless dildos.
She didn't have the strength to do anything but shiver as Andras held her.
"I'll fetch hot towels," Amanda said, and very soon, Katie was enveloped in damp, welcome heat.
She was tenderly cleaned, then Katie found herself back in Amanda's bed, still in Andras' arms, as Amanda held a mug of something hot and salty to her lips. Katie sipped obediently, tasting chicken, and felt the soup begin to warm her frozen innards.
Then she simply lay there while Andras and Amanda cuddled her, a floating euphoria slowly replacing the cold. Warmed inside and out, Katie's teeth gradually stopped chattering and began feeling very sleepy.
"Thank you, Katie," she heard Amanda say, just before she drifted off. "You are the kind of human lover every Child of Lilith dreams of."
"I'm very lucky," Andras said, and his kiss was the last thing Katie remembered for a long time.
9. Katie Turns the Tables
"Drake Whitelaw," said the delicious, golden-haired young man, as he took Amanda's hand in a firm grip. "Pleased to meet you."
She knew exactly who he was--the CEO of Bellow! Systems, and her fledgling marketing firm's biggest client.
It was Wednesday evening, three days after Katie had brought Amanda back from the brink of death. The long-awaited Bellow! product launch reception was in full swing at Carcassonne, the Michelin-starred French restaurant that had been rented for tonight's event.
The beautiful corporate logo that Katie had helped to design was everywhere—on the banners and balloons that decorated the elegant dining room; printed on the menu cards, etched onto souvenir wineglasses.
Too bad that Katie herself wasn't here, but Andras had reported that she was still too weak to venture out.
Amanda smiled at the young CEO, turning her charm up to high.
She knew she looked good. Her clothes, makeup, and hairstyle for tonight's event had been painstakingly crafted using the latest fashion magazines as guides.
She wore a very elegant but very sexy designer cocktail dress, a glamour concealing the slits that accommodated her wings. Her diamond earrings and choker were genuine, purchased in 1790's London from a French aristocrat who had fled the revolution with a chest of jewels. In this time and place, though, they passed for expensive costume jewelry.
She was intrigued by Whitelaw. Not just because of his wealth and position, but because his aura was the strongest and brightest she had seen in a long time, eclips
ing even Katie's radiance.
There was something striking about it, a vivid green radiance that she only seen a few times before, and which signaled that he had a strong potential as a magic-user. Not a skill he would have been encouraged to develop in this age of science and reason, she thought, but perhaps it accounted for some of his extraordinary success at such a young age.
"And it's really nice to meet you in person at last, after all those conference calls," she said, sincerely, and was pleased to see the slightest flush on those tanned cheeks.
"I couldn't agree more." His striking pale-blue eyes crinkled at the corners. He did not let go of her hand. "I'm sorry we didn't meet sooner—it would have been more fun to hold those meetings over lunch or dinner."
"Maybe for our next project," Amanda said smoothly. Her pulse accelerated and she began to allow herself to hope that maybe...
The signs were hopeful. He was showing every sign of a very unprofessional interest in her, and she ached to taste him, to see if he was indeed a candidate for philtatos.
"Look," he said abruptly. "I've done the meet-and-greet with everyone else here, so, would you like to dance with me?"
"I'd love to," said Amanda, and slipped her bare arm through his.
* * *
Just after midnight, Amanda found herself pressed up against the wall just inside Drake Whitelaw's front door, her legs wrapped tight around his waist, joyfully impaled on his needy phallus.
After several hours of a carefully-managed seduction on her part, flirting and dancing and very delicately using her powers to ignite his attraction into a slow burn, Drake had pulled her to one side as the product launch party was breaking up, and invited her back to his place for drinks.
They had kissed in the taxi, kissed and groped like adolescents in the elevator leading up to his penthouse apartment on the thirtieth floor, and continued their antics in the hallway as he tried several times to unlock his door. They barely made it inside before he unzipped his dress pants, fumbled on a condom, and took her with frantic haste.
She was ready—more than ready--for him, and gloried in the fierce desire that gripped them both as he pushed into her slick flesh and began to move. He kissed her hard as he took her, and she returned his kiss with equal enthusiasm.
"I'm sorry," he said, when he had shuddered and gasped his completion. "I mean, I wanted to—but not like this."
She smiled and kissed him. "I loved every minute of it. And I do hope that this isn't the end of our evening."
It wasn't.
They made it as far as his cavernous living room before Amanda found herself bent over the back of a low black sofa. Her nose was filled with rich scent of expensive leather as he pulled up her dress, kicked her legs apart, and took possession of her once again. His fingers dug into her hips with pleasing enthusiasm, and he gasped out compliments as he thrust feverishly into her.
Later, she knelt at the entrance to his bedroom, and took him into her mouth, teasing him back to hardness. Judging his reactions carefully, she pulled away before he could finish.
"I was actually looking forward to trying out your bed," she said coyly, in response to his frustrated expression.
He laughed, and to her pleased surprise, easily lifted her in his arms before carrying her inside and returning the oral favor with skill and enthusiasm. When she climaxed, surrounded by the warm mouth and musky scent of a healthy young man, it was good, so very good.
He asked her to stay the night.
For the first time in a very long time, Amanda found herself hopeful.
* * *
At first, Katie just slept.
Afterwards, she had vague memories of waking at intervals to eat, of being guided stumbling to the bathroom, then returning to bed to sleep some more.
She slept, and dreamed.
They were pleasant dreams, for the most part, filled with the sense of being loved. Gradually she floated to consciousness more and more often, and realized that she was at Andras' loft, in his bed.
It was very comfortable and warm there, and it smelled comfortingly of him.
And best of all, he was there whenever she awoke, lying next to her, or holding her. Once she drifted up to consciousness and heard his deep voice rumbling softly as he spoke on the telephone, accompanied by the rapid clack of laptop keys, before she curled up and let sleep claim her once more.
She was so very tired, and it felt good to rest.
* * *
"Do you feel up to taking a shower?" Andras asked.
Katie wasn't sure how much time had passed since that strange and wonderful afternoon at Amanda's, but each time she had asked, Andras had assured her not to worry, that Amanda was making sure that Katie had all the time off from work that she needed to recover.
This time, when she awakened, she didn't want to go right back to sleep. Instead, she felt really hungry, rumpled, and sweaty.
She blinked up at him, and experimentally tried sitting up. Strong arms caught her as the room whirled dizzily around her.
"You've been asleep for a long time, so your body is unused to sitting or standing," Andras said, quietly.
He had stopped wearing his glamour around her, and one gray-feathered wing curled protectively around her.
"How—" It felt funny to try to talk after such a long time, and her voice sounded like a croak.
Andras held a glass of water to her lips, and she swallowed gratefully before trying again. "How is Amanda? Did it work?"
He smiled at her, teeth white against the dark gray of his lips. "She's fine. In fact, better than fine. She met someone at the product launch party, and he appears utterly infatuated with her, and she with him."
"That's great! Anyone I know?" Katie asked eagerly.
Andras' smile turned wry. "Drake Whitelaw."
Katie's jaw dropped. "You're kidding, right?" She studied Andras' expression, and groaned. "She's really dating our biggest...hell, our only client?"
He shrugged. "Normally, I'd advise my sister against mixing business with pleasure, but in this case, I'm just relieved that she found someone so quickly."
"Drake Whitelaw. Wow. Just, wow," Katie mused. "I've never met him, but I've seen his picture. He's hot...but not as hot as you," she teased, just to see Andras smile again.
"And for that," he declared, "I will grant you your heart's desire."
Katie blinked. She was pretty sure he was joking.
"You know, I'd kill for a cheeseburger and fries right now. And, yeah, I'd love a shower, too, if you don't mind."
He looked surprised. "Why on earth would I mind?" He began to help her up, steadying her as she swayed.
"Well," she said, a little uncomfortably. "I know I've been here for a while. Like, days. And you've been taking care of me. I don't want to impose—"
She stopped speaking as his hand tightened on her arm. "I love taking care of you, Katie." He sounded utterly sincere. "And what I owe you for helping Amanda—"
It was her turn to interrupt. "You don't owe me anything," Katie said, vehemently. "We're friends. Amanda...and you. I'd do anything for my friends, and I was really worried about her, too."
"Friends," Andras said, looking down at her with those green, green eyes. "Are we just friends?"
She couldn't read his odd expression. What was he really asking? Was this a test of some kind? And would she screw things up if she answered him honestly?
"Um," she said, gathering her courage, deciding that the time for playing it cool had passed. If she scared him off, better to know now, before she really fell for him.
More than she'd already fallen for him. Aw, hell, it's probably already too late.
"When you called me love, I liked it," she confessed. "I just don't want to be clingy, or pushy, or—"
His mouth was suddenly pressed against hers, warm and gentle. She felt dizzy all over again.
When he had finished kissing her, he said, "Cling to me all you want. I want it. I cherish it. I am honored to be your f
riend and lover, Katie, but I have been hoping that I might eventually become more than that."
"Yes!" Katie said, her heart pounding. This amazing, gorgeous man wanted the same thing she did? "Me, too...love."
He chuckled, and swept her up into his arms. "Let's shower together, and then I'll take you out to Angus Annie's for the best hamburger in town. They put chopped bacon in the ground beef."
* * *
As Andras had promised, the bacon-laced burgers were superb. And since it was a warm night, they strolled over a block, and enjoyed scoops of gourmet gelato at the Italian Passion gelateria.
The food—and sugar—went a long way towards making Katie feel back-to-normal again. So, she decided to return home after dinner. She hadn’t been back to her apartment in days, and she dreaded finding new life forms evolving in her fridge.
Andras did not object to her request, but he was expressionless and strangely silent as he drove her home in his gunmetal-gray BMW sedan. Katie glanced at him from time to time, trying to puzzle out his strange shift in mood, and began worrying.
Had she insulted him by wanting to leave his place so soon after he confessed his feelings to her? Or was he glad to have his place back to himself at last, and trying to hide his relief?
She just couldn't tell, and uncertainty made her fall silent, as well.
Luckily it was a short drive.
Andras walked her up to her apartment. Arriving at her front door, took her in his arms and gave her a soft, lingering kiss.
Relief overwhelmed her. Maybe he wasn't mad at her, after all?
"Call me when you're feeling up for a date," he murmured, pulling back just enough to speak. His lips brushed hers as they moved. "I have something in mind that I think you'll really like."
Katie leaned forward and stole one more kiss. "I will," she promised. "And I'm looking forward to it."
Andras seemed reluctant to leave. He kissed her again, and then again, cradling her face in his hands, his expression intensely tender. Then they simply stood there, in the hallway, their arms around each other, her head nestled against her shoulder.
