Bloodlust 00 The Talisman

by Marilyn Lee

  She linked her arms around his neck. “Are you sure, Chandler? I mean about us?”

  He rolled onto his back, taking her with him so that she now lay on top of him. He threaded his fingers through her hair. “Yes. I want, need, and love you. I have to have you.”

  She sighed and lay her cheek against his damp shoulder. “I'm yours, Chandler. I've been yours for the asking since we met.”

  He kissed her forehead. “Same here, sweet. I won't ever be foolish enough to risk losing you again, but I think you should know that there are people in my family who might not approve. I have associates and maybe some friends who won't approve and might try to make things harder than need be for us. But—”

  She swallowed slowly, feeling joy seep into her heart. He was about to ask her to live with him. And although she wanted more of a commitment, the thought of even a partial commitment was acceptable. In time, she was sure he'd want more. But maybe she was jumping to conclusions. Maybe he just meant people wouldn't approve of his openly dating her. “What are you talking about?”

  His brows rose. “Marriage.”

  Her heart thumped and she jerked up to look down at him. “Marriage? Oh, my God! Chandler! Are you...are you asking me to marry you?”

  He hesitated before nodding slowly. “Yes. I was hoping you'd at least think about it. I mean I know I haven't given a good accounting of myself in the past. And I know we haven't know each other very long, but Cassy, there's a part of me that knows what's between us is good...it's right. I don't expect you to agree to marry me next week, but—”

  “Good. Because I have no intentions of marrying you next week.” She stroked her fingers down his cheeks. “In a couple of months? Probably. Oh, Chandler, I do love you! Of course I'll marry you!” She threw herself on his chest and kissed his lips until she was breathless, then she sat up, reached over and turned on the lights and looked at him.

  Laying on what was left of the rose petals, he looked good enough to eat. Her gaze shifted to his semi erect cock. She licked her lips, wondering what he tasted like. But there would be time for that later. Right now there was something she wanted to do for Marie.

  He moved to sit up, but she pushed against his shoulder and he readily subsided back on the bed. “You will? You'll marry me?”

  She shrugged. “Well, to tell you the truth: although I love your cock, I'm not that crazy about you as a person. I mean I think you're rather a wimp, like that wimpy great grandfather of yours, Philippe.”

  “A wimp?”

  “Yes, Chandler, a wimp for letting other people keep us apart when you should have known from our first kiss that we belonged together.” She saw his eyes narrow and went on, smiling. “But there's a part of me that's very vocal that finds you and your wimpy ways completely and totally irresistible.”

  The tension left his body and he smiled suddenly. “Really? And what part of you would that be?”

  She took his hand in hers and guided it between her legs. “This part. It's small and totally unreasonable. No matter how much I tell it what a wimp you are, it wants to forgive you for anything and loves and wants you that much more.”

  His fingers began moving into her and she closed her eyes. “Chandler, that feels so...good.”

  She didn't protest when he urged her onto her back and mounted her, quickly sliding his cock fully into her waiting pussy. “So I'm a wimp, am I?”

  “Yes.” She slipped her arms around his body to cup his hard, clenching buns in her hands. “But God, I love wimps!” she gasped as he began to move inside her. The movement of his cock along with her love for him, bolstered by the certainly that he loved her, combined to create a time and a place for just the two of them.

  At least it would be just the two of them once they laid the memory of Marie and Philippe to rest. She pressed against his shoulders. “Chandler?”

  He lifted his head and looked down at her with dark eyes. “Yes?”

  “Marie wants to say a final goodbye to her beloved Philippe.”

  “He wants that too, but you know what he wants.”

  She nodded. “I know.”

  “And you're willing to do that for him?”

  “Not for him. For her. “

  He gently withdrew from her body. “Are you sure, mon cher?”

  She nodded, quickly, before she could change her mind.

  He urged her onto her side. She closed her eyes and lay with her body curled into a slightly fetal position. She sighed softly when he began kissing and caressing her bottom. It felt nice. She sucked in a breath when she felt him gently insert one lubed finger into her tight, puckered butt hole.

  “Are you sure about this, Cassy?”

  She nodded and made a conscious effort to relax. Still kissing and fondling her bottom, he inserted a second finger into her. When a third finger joined the other two, she gasped and bit down on her bottom lip. Oh, god, she hated this. She couldn't do this.

  Just this once, mi petite, a soft voice urge. Let us be together like this just once more.

  She nodded and let her body go slack and released her control over her mind. Then she was in another time, another place. There was the smell of dank grass under her body and sycamore trees hanging overhead. And her lover, Philippe above her, waiting to love her one last time. “Je t'aime, Philippe,” Marie whispered and turned onto her stomach, pushing her bare bottom up.

  She felt warm, eager lips kiss her behind, then her cheeks were gently parted, a cool, soothing ointment pressed into her bottom. It felt nice and soothing and would ease his passage into her. Then finally, her lover, her Philippe placed his hard cock at her tight hole.

  “Je t'aime,” he murmured and gently but firmly pushed into her other love hole.

  “Hmm.” His cock felt warm and hot as he feed it between her cheeks. She moaned and shuddered when she felt the last inch of him slide into her bottom. For a moment they lay on the bank of the river in the quiet night, enjoying their forbidden mating. It was like all the endless, painful years had never been. She was with her beloved Philippe.

  Finally, he was inside her, where he belonged. Then she longed to feel him plowing deep inside her. “Fuck me, lover. Baisez-moi, amoureuz.”

  “Pardonnez-mon amour,” he whispered. “Je t'aime.”

  “I forgive you, my Philippe, mon cher. For anything. For everything. Baisez-moi, amoureuz. Baisez mon ane, amoureux,” she encouraged, shaking her behind against him. “Fuck me, lover. Fuck my ass, lover.”

  Gripping her hips and biting into her neck, her Philippe began thrusting his thick, hot cock in and out of her bottom. He moaned and lovingly cupped her aching breasts in his hands as he sank his full length within her tight hole.

  Warm, sweet emotions washed over her. She gasped and shuddered, moving her bottom back against him, urging him to push deeper; stroke harder.

  He gently rolled them onto their sides and slipped several fingers into her wet cunt as he fucked her firmly in her bottom. He filled her ears and heart with sweet, hot words of love as he filled her stuffed behind and her creaming pussy with his cock and his fingers.

  Her bottom quivered and her thighs shook. Her Philippe was the only man whose cock in her butt ever gave her such sweet, spirit healing pleasure. There was nothing more natural or delicious than two people in love making love and completely surrendering to the dark heat of their unmitigated desire and timeless passion for each other.

  It had been so very long and she had missed having his cock buried deep in her ass. Moaning with long dreamed of pleasure, she turned her head.

  Her Philippe, the love of her life, kissed her and the stars above their heads exploded behind her closed lids, sending her to paradise. Her pleasure set him off and she knew a sense of exquisite pride as he came in her bottom, filling her with his love juices.

  “Oh, Philippe, mon cher, Je t'aime. Je t'aime. Always.”

  “Je t'aime, my Marie. Forever!”

  * * * * *

  “Cassy? Sweet? Are you all righ
t?”

  Cassy opened her eyes and looked at Chandler, who lay on his side next to her in her semi dark bedroom. She heard the anxiety for her in his voice. “Damn, Chandler! She must have been crazy to let him do that to her for so long.” She pressed her face against his shoulder. “She might have enjoyed having her butt pounded by a jackhammer, but mine feels like it's on fire. Behinds weren't meant to be drilled by cocks as big as yours.”

  He kissed her cheek and caressed her sore bottom. “I'm sorry, love. I didn't intend to pound in you like that.”

  “Sure, buddy, tell me anything. I suppose you're going to tell me it was Philippe ravishing my bottom and not you?” she teased.

  “Well, you know he was an ass man,” he said, laughing. “And you know he wasn't usually so rough. It was just that he knew it was their last chance and he wanted to go out with a bang.”

  “Well, he did that all right.”

  “I am sorry, love.”

  “I thought there for a while you were going to split me open, but she thoroughly enjoyed it. So it's all right; as long as you don't expect to pound my behind on a regular basis.”

  “I don't expect to pound your behind at all. Philippe was into anal sex, not me.” He tipped up her chin and kissed he gently. “Me? I'm a pussy man.”

  She sagged against him in relief. “Thank God. I know she enjoyed it, but it's definitely not my thing.” She paused. “Chandler, I think they're gone. At least she is. I can't feel her anymore.”

  He nodded. “He's gone too. They just wanted one more time together.”

  “Do you think they'll be at peace now?”

  “I hope so. She forgave him and that's what he needed more than anything else.” He slipped his body behind hers, spoon fashion, and cradled her against him. “Now there's just you and me, mon cher.”

  “Like Marie and Philippe? Always?”

  “Almost like, them,” he corrected. “They spent miserable lives apart from each other. You and I are going to spend the rest of our lives together.”

  She sighed and pressed back into his arms. “What shall we do with our talismans?”

  He nuzzled her neck. “Philippe and Marie no longer need them to bring them back together forever. We'll give them away so they can work their magic for some other lucky couple or couples. I know just the man. In fact, I've already given mine to him.”

  “Who?”

  “My friend, Serge.”

  She looked up at him. “Should we do that? I love you, Chandler and I am so happy we met, but should we just give them away and risk their influencing other people?”

  He kissed her cheek. “Trust me, love, no one and nothing influences Serge. Besides, Serge's had a thing for black women ever since I've known him. He's already cherishing the Ebony Venus just as Philippe did.”

  “All right. If you're sure.”

  “I'm sure. Serge is...different.”

  “Different how?”

  “Just...do you believe in vampires, mon cher?”

  “Vamp...Chandler! Have you been drinking again?”

  He laughed. “Our experiences with the talismans should have taught you not to be so skeptical, mon cher. There are such things as vampires. I'll introduce you sometime if you promise not to fall for him.”

  “Why would I want him or any other man when I have you, Chandler?”

  “Right answer,” he laughed and kissed her.

  “What about my talisman?” she asked when they emerged from the long, sweet kiss.

  “Why don't we give that to Serge too? I'm sure he knows someone who's looking for love.”

  “Whoever gets our charms is going to be in for the thrill of their lives.”

  He gently fondled her breasts. “So are we, mon cher. So are we.”

  She sighed softly.

  “What?” he asked.

  “Nothing. Well, I was just thinking that I'll miss my talisman. I've had it for so long.”

  “Where is it?”

  She pointed to her dresser. “There in my undies drawer in a jewelry box. The bottom one.”

  He kissed her and climbed out of bed. She sat up, turned on the bedside light and watched him search through her drawer. A few moments later he returned to the bed with the box in his hand. He handed it to her. “Say goodbye, sweet.”

  She sighed again, took a deep breath, and opened the box. The tiny couple was in their natural state, golden and lying on their sides with the female's back pressed against the male's front. The male's hand cupped her breasts.

  Staring down at them, it seemed to Cassy that the couple's features bore smiles of contentment. She looked up at Chandler, her eyes welling with tears. “Oh, Chandler. I've never seen them look so peaceful. Everything is going to be all right with them now.”

  He leaned over and kissed her. “Everything is going to be all right with us too, Cassy. So you're all right with giving it to Serge?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  He put The Talisman back in the drawer and turned to look at her. “Hey, beautiful, how does a quick shower together sound?”

  “You take a shower,” she said grimacing. “I think I need a long soak.”

  He leaned over kissed he and lifted her in his arms. “How about we compromise? We'll both take a quick shower, then we'll soak together?”

  She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. “Sounds like a plan.”

  In the shower, he cleaned up quickly and soaped her up more slowly. Then, after running a tub of warm, soapy water, he lay in the low tub and pulled her down on top of him.

  She smiled and turned her face against his shoulder. This was so nice. This was something Marie and Philippe had never been able to enjoy with each other. Knowing that was going to help her enjoy even the simplest pleasure with this handsome man. He held her, lightly caressing her and occasionally kissing her until the water cooled. Then they dried off and he carried her back to bed.

  In the bedroom, he changed the bedding.

  “Hey, you do housework?” she teased. “Now I know I'm going to marry you!”

  He grinned at her. “If you marry me, I'll even do windows.”

  She laughed and linked her arms around his neck. “Not to worry, handsome. We're sharing everything, including the housework.”

  They slipped in bed, and turned off the lights. She turned towards him. When he took her in his arms and held her close, she closed her eyes and knew that no matter how they had come together, she was with the man she planned to spend the rest of her life with. The idea was heady and exciting. She felt asleep in her arms with a big smile on her face. Sometimes, a girl got lucky on her own; sometimes she got a little help. Either way, she'd got her man.

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