Amber StClaire And The Beast Of Sanur

by Brooke Dark

  Amber bleeds. Yet she ignores her pain and gives chase.

  Over rooftops. As nimble as cats, both her and the dark figure. Sprinting on all fours. Racing, then leaping darkened laneways. Passing bars, dazzling lights. Across the shacks of deserted market stalls. Across the roof of a passing bus. A truck. A taxi. Then swoosh! back up to the roof tops.

  Amber gains on the entity. She thrusts herself forward, a cheetah at a gazelle, snaring the tail of the creature. Yet it switches course in an instant, cuts right, Amber sailing forward into the bough of a tree.

  Branches snap, leaves burst, folk on the street look up, and swear they see a shadow squirm up one of the high reaching branches before it leaps into thin air and disappears into the night.

  The entity puts distance between itself and Amber. Amber is determined not to lose it. They are racing south. Nearing the beach front. The buildings are thinning out. Beyond here, rugged coastline, a mangrove forest.

  A small tidal channel cuts in between houses. The beachfront ends. No more shops. No hawker stalls.

  The dark thing scoots across the sand. Amber some distance behind. It races across the channel, up into the scrub and out of sight.

  Amber follows… but she knows it has out run her. Nonetheless, she crosses the channel, the warm briny water up to her thighs, then she races out across the warm sand. She stops. She’s panting. She sinks to one knee. Sweat drips down her face. She looks about. Nothing but moonlight illuminates the scrub.

  Trees cast deep moon shadows. She gathers her breath. Then gathers her senses. Uses her “sight”. She sees the warm colours of animals going about their night hunting. She sees snakes. Squirrels. Cats. Bats. At present they have all stopped at the disturbance that she and the dark thing have brought upon their peaceful realm.

  She sees also darkness against light. The presence of tortured souls that reside here. Lost spirits. Wandering ghosts. Then… something else…

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  ~ CHAPTER TEN ~

  SEDUCTION

  SEVEN am. Amber sits in the private garden of her room at the Villa Apsara. She has her books and her iPad. She runs the events of the previous evening through her mind. Once again however, she’s finding it hard to concentrate.

  She orders room service. A fruit platter. Juice.

  It arrives. She eats a little. She watches a squirrel scamper through the branches of a tree. She watches it until it makes its way to the roof of her room. Until it roams out of sight. She watches pigeons with their mottled black and white "collars", pecking about the pavers, warbling peacefully. She dons her bikini top and swimming shorts. Slips into her private pool. The pigeons fly off. She dunks her head, the cool water refreshing. She rises, forehead first, allowing her dripping hair to drape over one shoulder. She rests back against the edge of the pool. She sits there. Her eyes shut.

  When she opens them, she starts: a figure stands in the doorway.

  She watches her. She relaxes.

  It’s Veronika.

  The girl looks stunning. As if she’s dressed for a day at the races. Elegant summer dress. Hair tied up. Smart blue flip flops.

  Amber sits up. ‘My God, you startled me.’

  ‘I’m sorry. The door was open. I called out but you did not answer.’

  Amber wonders why she failed to hear it. Or even sensed that someone was present. I must be suffering from last night’s ordeal more than I thought. If she thinks about it, she does feel exhausted. Her head feels heavy. The poison still works inside me. She feels it like a drug. The muscles in her neck screech. She tries not to grimace as Veronika steps out into the private garden.

  Veronika doesn’t notice the discomfort on Amber’s face. She’s too busy taking in the location. She comes over to the pool. ‘Wow. What a nice pool and garden.’ She kneels down, her eyes on Amber.

  Amber notes that Veronika watches her with lustful eyes.

  ‘How does your work go?’ Veronika asks, as if making small talk, as if she has something else on her mind.

  ‘Truthfully, a bit taxing.’

  ‘Taxing? That means tired, right?’

  ‘Yes.’

  They eye one another.

  ‘I missed you,’ Veronika says. ‘Actually, I couldn’t stop thinking about you…’ She stops herself. She laughs. Embarrassed. ‘My god, I cannot believe I said dat. Sorry.’

  Amber smiles. ‘It’s okay. I missed you too, if you want to know.’

  ‘Really?’ Veronika takes a deep breath. A breath of relief. A breath of mild puzzlement. After all, she still feels a tad self-conscious about this whole girl-girl thing. About having shared herself with another woman. About having been explicitly naked in front of another woman. It perplexes her. That she is straight, and yet this… well, this stranger, this woman, this female, has somehow transfixed her. She cannot deny she feels a strange longing for Amber. Somehow the mischief they got up to yesterday has only increased her appetite. Not repulsed her. Not put her off. It felt so taboo, so deliciously taboo, that she had not only kissed another woman, but that another woman had sucked her breasts, another woman had licked her… down there, another woman had had her fingers inside her.

  The entire affair had played out in her mind all afternoon, all evening, all night. She’d kept asking herself if what she’d done was wrong. She’d kept asking herself if she was possibly a closet lesbian. She has always been attracted to men. So how do I explain it? she wondered. Okay, maybe I’m bisexual. Maybe that’s what it is.

  Even Sam had sensed something odd about her mood the previous afternoon. When he’d returned from the bar where he’d been watching football. He’d asked Veronika if something was the matter. She felt guilty for betraying him. She could not bring herself to tell him. She told him that nothing was wrong. When he pressed, she told him she felt a bit under the weather. When they had gone to lounge by the pool, she had found herself watching other women. Several times she wasn’t aware Sam was talking to her. Until he said, ‘Veronika, what is wrong with you today? Has a cockroach crawled into your ears?’

  Now, here again in Amber’s presence, she finds she cannot keep her eyes off her. They stare at each other.

  ‘Would you mind if I join you in there?’ Veronika asks.

  Amber smiles. ‘I’d love that actually.’

  Veronika frowns. ‘Oh… but I did not have my bikini.’

  Amber shrugs. ‘Does that matter?’

  ‘Guess not,’ Veronika says, still looking mildly uncertain. She begins to undress.

  Amber watches.

  Veronika kicks off her flip flops. She pulls her dress over her head. She stands there in bra and panties now. The fabric stretched tight over her luscious curves.

  Amber cannot help noticing this. Her body tingling. She feels a certain heat growing inside her for Veronika.

  Veronika steps into the small pool, underwear on.

  She submerges herself. Wetting her hair. Dragging it back over her shoulders as she surfaces. ‘The water is so beautiful,’ she says. She turns and watches Amber. ‘You picked a nice villa.’

  ‘Nicer with someone to share it with, I think,’ Amber says with a smile.

  Veronika returns the smile, wading toward Amber. She feels Amber’s hand touch her belly. They come together. They gaze into each other’s eyes.

  There’s an uncertain moment where Veronika is unsure if Amber feels as she does, whether she is imposing. She watches Amber’s face. Watches her eyes, looks at her mouth.

  ‘Could I kiss you?’ Veronika asks.

  Amber smiles and nods.

  Their eyes remain locked as slowly their mouths come together.

  Their kiss is soft at first, warm, moist, gentle. A tingling sensation sweeps through Veronika’s body.

  Amber feels it too. She also feels the energy from Veronika’s lips already beginning to neutralise the poison inside her.

  Amber takes Veronika’s tongue into her mouth, sucking at it gently. Their lips slide lusciously over each other’s. Amber fee
ls a ravenous desire for this woman. Even so, she controls herself.

  Hard to do with Veronika’s bra soaking wet and see-through. Her nipples are striking beneath the fabric. Amber cannot help herself. She lifts her hand up and gently squeezes them, pinching them through Veronika’s bra. Veronika’s eyes watch this, a half smile caught on her lips. Watching as Amber licks them through her bra, bites them with her teeth.

  ‘That’s nice,’ Veronika says.

  Amber now scoops out Veronika’s tits from the bra. She traces her finger around Veronika’s areola, Amber watching Veronika’s eyes as she does so. Amber now licks at her nipples, teasing Veronika, sucking then licking… sucking then licking.

  Veronika runs her fingers through Amber’s hair. Both women stand there in chest-deep water, kissing once more. Amber still caressing Veronika’s tits.

  Veronika cups her palm over Amber’s breast. Squeezing, pulling at it. The feeling of another woman’s breast in her hand is exciting.

  She sits on the pool steps, pulling Amber with her. She lies back. Amber lies against her. Their chests heaved into each other. Veronika pulls Amber’s bikini top down, revealing Amber’s full breasts. She is fascinated. Another girl’s tits. Before her eyes. Free for her to touch. She can’t help staring. At the bumpy ring of skin around the nipple. The areola… like hers. Nipples erect… like hers. Though Amber’s look larger than her own.

  Amber hears Veronika’s thoughts. And so she asks her, ‘You want to touch me?’

  Veronika watches Amber. ‘Yes.’ Last night she dreamt of touching Amber. Last night she dreamt of nothing else.

  Amber takes Veronika’s hand and lifts it gently to her bosom.

  Veronika’s fingers touch her, feeling the pertness of this girl’s breasts, the bullet-hardness of her nipples.

  Veronika’s lips part, as her breath deepens. She would never have imagined feeling so excited doing something like this. It is so bizarre.

  Amber straightens, kneeling there on the step, out of the water, her knees either side of Veronika’s thighs. She arches hers shoulders back, pushing her chest out.

  Her tits look bigger. Her nipples a little bit fuller.

  Veronika takes them in both hands. Squeezing them, pushing them together so that the nipples are no more than an inch apart. She has seen women do this in the pornos Sam has made her watch.

  She brings her mouth to them, Amber holding hair out of Veronika’s face. She pushes her lips against the upper swell of Amber’s boobs. Amber watches as Veronika performs small soft kisses. Like a mother’s kiss. Kissing one breast and then the next. Sliding her bottom lip up toward the nipple. Stopping short though of touching it.

  Amber smiles. Enjoying the tease.

  Veronika notices. She doesn’t let up. Licking her way around Amber’s tits before moving her mouth over Amber’s nipples and sucking.

  Amber takes in a sudden breath. Shuts her eyes for a moment or two, enjoying the raw energy coursing through her.

  She feels Veronika’s hand move down her smooth belly. She feels the other woman’s fingers on her groin, pushing the fabric of her bathing shorts against her hot, wet flesh. Veronika’s middle finger probes her vertical slit, up and down… up and down… slowly… like a masseuse.

  As she does this, the girls kiss again. Amber feels the heat in her groin intensify. She pushes her hips forward, pushing the mound of her vagina into Veronika’s fingers.

  She feels Veronika tug the edge of her bathing shorts aside, and now delicately she feels Veronika’s fingers touch her.

  They stop kissing.

  Amber watches Veronika’s eyes.

  Veronika watches Amber. She slides her fingers up and down Amber’s moist labia. She presses her fingers harder against the flesh, she feels her fingertips sink deliciously into Amber’s wet vulva.

  She stops. Wondering if she has gone too far.

  Amber reassures her, by reaching down and guiding her hand, applying gentle pressure.

  Veronika feels her fingers slide into Amber’s pussy. She almost has to stop herself. The realisation that she has her fingers pushed inside another woman… it is wild. It is naughty. It is taboo. It is delicious.

  She keeps them inside Amber. Slowly she draws back her wrist, then pushes her fingers in again. Pulls her hand back, pushes forward again. Slowly. Feeling hot flesh sliding up and down her knuckles.

  She withdraws her fingers and circles them around the swollen bud of Amber’s clit. Amber moans and pulls her bathing shorts from her hips. Veronika slips her fingers around their waistline and slides them down Amber’s long legs, off her feet. Veronika goes back to touching Amber’s cunt, using all her fingers to press and rub, sliding them in and out of her, Amber pulling them deep into her.

  Amber moves to the edge of the pool, sitting there, her groin tingling. She draws open her thighs.

  Veronika can’t help but look. For the first time, casting her eyes upon another woman’s vagina. She finds it excites her.

  There is a patch of clipped hair. Below it, soft pink flesh, glistening in wetness. Luscious flaps. Veronika can’t help staring. Amber smiles at her.

  ‘It’s okay,’ Amber tells her gently. ‘You can look if you want to.’

  Veronika smiles. Then finds herself lowering for a closer look. She probes the flesh with two fingers. Parting the vulva. Watching the flesh open up to reveal yet more glistening wet flesh. She swallows. She parts it again, pushing Amber’s labia lips open further, revealing the small fleshy opening to the vaginal cavity. The flesh here is like the insides of a pearl shell, ultra-smooth, pink, wet.

  Her mouth salivates. She swallows. The sight of it all makes her loins buzz with lust. She is fascinated by the intricate detail. She has only ever seen herself like this, close up, her reflection in a mirror. Still, she’s never had such a delicious, intimate perspective.

  Amber lies back, resting on her elbows, her knees back, her feet suspended, her toes pointed, enjoying the look on Veronika’s face, enjoying Veronika’s probing.

  Veronika turns her hand over, palm up, pushing two fingers again inside Amber’s pussy. She wants to see them slide in, she wants to watch it. As before, there is slight resistance against her. A tightness. Then her fingers sink inside Amber, deep, Amber’s hot moist flaps dragging against her knuckles.

  This excites Amber and Veronika both. Amber arches back her head and shuts her eyes, taking in deep breaths. Veronika feels the tingling sensation in her own pussy gain in intensity. She can’t help moving her free hand to her own groin, rubbing her clit through her panties.

  She kisses the insides of Amber’s thighs. Licks and sucks. Then rests her head against Amber’s leg to watch her own fingers moving in and out of Amber’s vagina.

  She kisses the outer flesh of Amber’s groin. First one side, then the other. Teasing herself as much as teasing Amber.

  Amber’s knees are still drawn back, her ankles still suspended, her feet pointed. Except she lays on her back now, clamping her nipples in her hands, squeezing them between her palms and finger tips. Her eyes are still shut. Her lips parted, her breath quickening.

  She swallows and takes a quick intake of breath as she feels Veronika’s lips close over her. Such a delicious sensation, to have her labia fully enclosed in another woman’s mouth. To have it sucked on, to have it licked and tongued.

  She feels Veronika’s arms curl around the backs of her thighs, gripping her, pulling her toward her.

  At first Veronika’s kisses are quite unrushed, applying pressure with her tongue, sucking gently at her flaps. Soon however her kisses build in passion. Like someone just discovering something unique, exquisite, some delicious fruit, like someone only now quelling a burning hunger.

  It is powerful. For someone who has never slept with a woman before, Amber finds Veronika’s attention simply intoxicating. She lies back, eyes shut, and feels the building tension in her belly and thighs. Rolling waves seem to crash through her more quickly than she anticipated. An intense p
attern of ecstasy rolls and crashes deep inside her. Her hips begin to thrust gently. She plants her feet on the cool tiles and lifts her buttocks off the floor, her vagina still at the mercy of Veronika’s mouth.

  Veronika sucks her till the end, till Amber collapses against the tiles, moaning, her thighs thrust together, her hips flexing… relaxing… flexing… relaxing… in an ever slowing rhythm. With one hand she clutches her breast, the forearm of her other arm draped across her brow, her eyes still shut, her tongue tracing her lower lip, swallowing, breathing, swallowing… feeling the delicious wake of her orgasm still tingling through her.

  They shower together in the private outdoor shower. They kiss, they soap each other and wash each other’s hair. There are sounds of birds in the trees. The ocean breeze. A small squirrel picks its way through the frangipani tree growing this side of the wall that provides the gardens with its privacy. They watch it together, as it leaps onto the wall and scurries away to a tall umbrella tree growing outside the garden.

  The girls towel each other off. Kissing occasionally. Veronika slips back into her dress, damp bra and damp panties tucked into her purse. Her phone rings. She answers. She sits as she speaks. Her dress is arranged so that the nipple of one breast pokes above the neck line, so that the hem is hitched high on her thigh, revealing the delicious slit of her vagina. Amber can’t help but sit back and admire her.

  Amber listens to Veronika speaking in Finnish. A beautiful language, she thinks. Though she senses Veronika’s a little flustered. She knows it’s Sam.

  Veronika hangs up. She sighs. ‘Sam is looking for me. I must go.’

  She takes Amber’s hand. She brings her mouth to Amber’s, kisses her with fervour, with longing.

  ‘Can I see you later?’ she asks Amber.

  Amber nods. ‘Yes, of course.’

  After Veronika has left, Amber inspects herself in the mirror. Last night’s scars have completely healed. Her vitality has returned. She feels refreshed, strong, in full vigour.