‘It’s pretty bizarre though, isn’t it, to have one blue eye and one brown, especially when …’ She crumpled her brow, and peered more closely. ‘Especially when the colours actually seem to swap places from one time I see you to the next!’
‘But I am bizarre, Lois, aren’t I?’ His large but deft fingers stroked the back of her hands where they rested against his crotch. ‘But a good fellow all the same, don’t you think?’
The glint in his eyes shimmered like a spinning Christmas firework, and his words seemed to dance and shimmer just as teasingly. For a moment, just a tiny, tiny fraction of a second, her paramour seemed to ripple and glitter and become all the colours of the rainbow, then just as quickly, he was simply a man again.
A beautiful big, very male man, with an imposing hard-on swelling in his jeans.
Lois shook her head. Enough already! Enough of this fanciful madness. Robin was completely real, for the moment, and he wanted her. He wanted her, he was gorgeous … and she wanted him right back.
She resumed her attack on his jeans, undoing the button and whizzing down the zip. His erect cock sprang out in a way that was as comical as it was sudden, and before she could stop herself she’d giggled.
Immediately she felt a wash of remorse. Were supernatural male beings as sensitive about their equipment as their human counterparts? In which case, had she mortally offended his feelings and put him off?
‘Whoops!’ said Robin cheerfully, an inordinately proud grin on his face.
No insecurity problems there, obviously. Lois grinned back at him, and reached for the member in question. It was hard, as cool as the rest of him, and silkily textured.
‘Well, I must say I like your magic wand!’
‘So do I, and I … I like it even more when you’re touching it!’
Robin stirred against the greensward, lifting his hips to meet her caresses as she handled him and traced the beautifully defined veins that adorned his cock.
He was thick and long, and the tip was flared and red and hungry-looking with a stretched and open ‘eye’ that was already weeping copious pre-come. Taking a little of this satin fluid on her thumb, Lois slowly and meticulously massaged him.
‘Mmm, oh, my dear … that’s wonderful, wonderful,’ he burbled, his eyes closing and his hands clenching and relaxing, clenching and relaxing against the turf as she ministered to him.
Lois had never been a great one for giving hand-jobs. Oh, she’d done it often enough, and been praised for her touch sometimes, but mostly she’d always been keen to move on to more mutual pleasures.
But not with Robin.
To touch him was a joy in itself. His skin was so smooth, so fine to the touch, and holding him and stroking him seemed to impart a refined aesthetic experience that was quite unique. She’d also never touched a cock that seemed quite so very clean before. It was as if it was brand new, and expressly fashioned to please her senses.
Which she supposed, in a way, it was.
Of course, it was totally impossible to resist tasting him.
Inclining over his strong, jean-clad hips, Lois settled her mouth over the crown of Robin’s penis – which, despite being what she most wanted to do at that moment, she still found to be quite a job.
The head of his cock was as big as a shiny ripe plum and ten times as delicious, and she had a dainty and feminine mouth. Her lips stretched around him as she took him inside, and she was aware that she was probably drooling all over him.
I probably look an awful sight!
But when she snuck a peek at him, up the length of his glorious torso, she discovered that Robin was smiling at her with such tenderness, such wonder and such gratitude that her heart turned over with love and a huge desire to pleasure him.
Washing and lapping at him with her tongue, she folded her fingers lightly and ripplingly around his shaft, co-ordinating the actions of her hands and her mouth. She sipped and tasted him, adoring the sweet perfumed, honeyed flavour of him that reminded her more of the old-fashioned confectionery of her childhood than any other man she’d ever given head to.
You’re like the most delicious lollipop I ever tasted!
No sooner had the thought materialised than Robin laughed out loud with joy and cradled her head gently in his hands.
Working with fingers and tongue, and with suction and long sweeping licks, Lois went about her sacred duty with enthusiasm. It suddenly, almost, didn’t seem as if she needed pleasure of her own. This attention to Robin was the sole focus of her being. He’d be gone soon, but, before he went, she’d make him come.
Magical fingers tightened around her cheeks and ears, and she felt him trying to encourage her to lift her mouth from him.
‘Lois, my love, you must stop now. If you don’t, I feel it’ll be too late … and I’ll be selfish.’
Lois held station and, still holding him lightly between her lips, she shook her head infinitesimally. Then went about her fellatial duties with new gusto and as much artistry as she could muster.
She swirled her tongue. She sucked as hard as she could. She flicked and flirted and played, stroking him all the time with fingertips that travelled the length and breadth of his shaft, and even ventured down into his jeans to stroke his balls and his perineum.
When she managed to crook her wrist enough to get a finger in and press against his anus, he wailed almost like the gull-bird on the beach, and then jerked and filled her mouth with perfumed semen.
Pulse, pulse, pulse … it leapt from the tip of his cock, coated her tongue and then trickled down her throat. Lois swallowed eagerly savouring his pleasure as much as his taste, as the creamy fluid overflowed her lips and ran down her chin.
As if from a great distance she seemed to hear her lover sobbing. And then, as she released him, she realised he actually was in tears.
When his glittering, jewel-like eyes met hers, he sat up, reached for her and drew her up along his body and embraced her. Murmuring and muttering almost unintelligible thanks, he kissed her sticky lips and caressed her face with utmost reverence.
‘You are a wonder, sweet Lois,’ he whispered, his long pink tongue swooping around his own lips for a moment, cleaning his own transferred essence from their surface. ‘A true miracle. If there’s magic here, it’s in you, my love, in you.’
My love? Did he really mean that?
For a moment, Robin put her away from him a little distance, so they could look into each other’s eyes.
‘Of course I love you,’ he said simply. His face was beautiful with emotion, and yet, in the mismatched depths of his eyes, Lois could see pain.
‘What’s wrong? There’s something … Is it because you have to – to go tomorrow?’
‘Yes.’ He bit his lip, hesitating, and Lois screamed silently for the whole truth.
‘But it’s more than that,’ he went on, his expression serious. ‘When I can’t be human any more, I stop feeling as a human does … I might lose this emotion. I might forget what I feel for you, and that I love you.’ He took her hand in his and squeezed it in a way that came closer to hurting than anything he’d done to her before. ‘And, though I don’t want that to happen now, in a while, it might not matter as much to me.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘Nor do I, completely, when it happens.’ His broad intelligent brow puckered in a frown.
‘But don’t you feel emotions when you’re – you’re how you normally are?’
‘Yes, sort of, but they’re faint. Like tiny ripples on a pond. Whereas now, when I look at you, I feel like the sea out there, surging and crashing and full of wildness. I feel love. And I want to be loved.’
She could see it, the turbulence of feeling in his expressive features.
‘But I’m afraid that, after tomorrow, in the space of a few weeks, all I might still feel is curiosity, and not much more.’
Lois tried to imagine it. But she couldn’t. Her life had always been a tapestry of feelings, richly coloured, not always
happy, but mostly. How would it feel not to feel? It was incomprehensible.
‘I just can’t imagine how that would be,’ she said, touching her fingertips to his face. His skin was smooth and cool, and she realised that there was no stubble, as such, on his cheeks. ‘I – I mean, what do you remember of other years? Have you, um, interacted with other women?’
‘Not in this way.’ He turned his face, kissing her palm. ‘I remember observing mostly. Observing couples. You’re the first woman to come here on her own.’ Long, long eyelashes flicked down, as if he were bashful, and a little ashamed of himself. ‘I fear I may have taken advantage of you because of that. Forgive me.’
Lois laughed. He looked like a naughty little boy who’d stolen some sweeties. ‘If that’s being taken advantage of, keep on taking, Magic Man, keep on taking.’ She slid her hand down his strong jaw, his neck and across the hard muscular planes of his superbly formed chest.
‘I serve your wishes, beautiful Lois –’ his eyes darkened – ‘for as long as I’m able.’
Silent communication passed between them. It wasn’t his mental telepathy. It was deeper even than that somehow. It was as if they were having the same thought.
‘Let’s not waste any time then.’
8
Assertive in her hunger, Lois pushed hard on Robin’s chest, compelling him to lie back so she could enjoy him and savour his astonishing male beauty.
First she pulled off his boots, then his jeans, rendering him naked in the enchanted little glade. Submitting to her, he lay back like some kind of strange amalgam of utterly masculine stud and compliant sex slave. He was like no man Lois had ever encountered … in more ways than one.
She touched his skin. She kissed his eyes, his throat and the inside of his elbows. She adored him, with her heart, with her eyes and fingertips. But, before long, just exploring and caressing was not enough.
‘Why have I still got all these clothes on?’ she demanded, then laughed when Robin gave a ‘search me’ shrug and it made his gloriously stiff erection dance and sway.
Ripping at her jacket and her shoes, her jeans and the rest of her clothing, Lois got naked faster than she could ever remember doing before. Buttons and zips, hooks and elastic all seemed to give way with supernatural ease. She laughed again as she realised that her things were coming off unnaturally fast. Robin might be lying there like a lounging gigolo, but he was helping her disrobe at the same time.
At last, she was as bare and untrammelled as he was … and she wasn’t even cold. The chill of the coolest May for many years had disappeared completely, and they might have been basking in the gilded sunshine of midsummer.
She threw her leg across Robin’s pelvis and hovered over him.
‘I …’ She paused, distracted by the slow slide of his silky tip against the inside of her thigh. ‘I mean … Do I need protection? Do you know what I mean? Condoms and all that? I don’t suppose I do, do I?’
Robin’s face grew momentarily solemn. ‘This body has never been with another. And it isn’t human. There is no danger to you of any kind.’
Only to my heart …
Once again, Robin’s remarkable face darkened with remorse. She felt his guilt, his regret that he’d made her fall for the most impossible of partners. One who might forget this tryst, and feel no pain of loss in the months to come the way she would.
‘I’ll make you remember, Robin! I swear I will!’ she cried, flashing him a brilliant, imperious smile as she positioned him carefully at the snug entrance to her body, then began a slow, slow descent upon his cock.
She seemed to slide down, and down, and down, for what seemed like an eternity, her body flexing and expanding to accommodate his splendid, magical length and his impressive girth. He seemed to be moving not only into the quick of her sex, but also into her heart, her nerves, her cells.
Maybe he was even doing that literally? Somehow managing to infuse her flesh with his enchanted aura, stirring it to pleasure on a molecular level as well as simply entering her as a man?
Sliding, settling, Lois swayed. It was too much. Robin was too much, but somehow she seemed to open to him, accept him and take him all.
‘Are you all right, my love?’ He came up on his elbow, watching her face closely, his own face twitching a little with strain, as if fighting a huge rush of pleasure. ‘I’m not hurting you, am I?’
‘No! Not at all! You feel amazing!’
Big hands settled around her hips, holding her, securing her while he bucked upwards, plumbing her even deeper, possessing her utterly.
Lois groaned, overwhelmed, undulating slowly on the fulcrum of Robin’s sex, loving the sensation of being stretched and being loved so hugely from within. Her clitoris leapt, and then leapt again when she saw his smile of hot delight when she reached down to touch herself. To stroke her own pleasure centre was to caress her lover’s too.
She flicked her finger, and it was Robin’s turn to toss his gold-frosted head, subsiding back against the turf, his hips lifting again and again. His long hands tightened, pressing his fingertips into the flesh of her buttocks, and Lois relished the desperation she felt in his grip.
‘Lois! Lois!’ he cried, writhing as she writhed, rising as she descended, grabbing at her to hold her on him, as she grabbed and caressed him from within.
‘Lois! Oh my love, my love,’ he exhorted her, his neck arching, his head tossing from side to side.
Then suddenly, his powerful hips came up and he remained still for moments, moments that seemed like frozen time, and then he was pushing again, his pelvis jerking convulsively in the rapid unmistakeable dance of orgasm.
Filled in heart and body, Lois joined him, almost fainting from the exquisite rolling ripples of sensation. But, even as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her, she exerted a supreme effort – and kept her eyes open when they would normally have fluttered closed.
Remember this! she commanded silently, staring down at Robin’s face, still so beautiful despite his tense orgasmic grimace. Remember it! Remember everything about it!
But, as she cascaded forwards, wilting over her lover’s prone body like a lily whose stem could not bear the weight of its flower, she couldn’t work out which of them the unspoken cry had been really aimed at.
They did not speak much as they gathered their clothes, dressed again and returned to the cabin. They did not speak much as they made love there, again and again, sometimes tenderly and sometimes ferocious in their passion.
But, all the while, Lois was acutely aware of Robin’s total focus on what they were doing, and his concentration.
He is trying to remember it all, she thought in wonder as she looked up into his face when he entered her yet again, his eyes so dark and intense that for that moment they did appear to match each other. He’s trying to imprint it on his mind, his consciousness, or whatever he has … so he can retain it.
Eventually they rested, though, because Lois was exhausted. She suspected that Robin could go on indefinitely, and his body would rouse again and again where a normal man’s could not, but she was just human, and prone to fatigue no matter how fabulous the sex was.
Sleep claimed her for a while, and she drifted and skittered through strange dreams of loss where she was running through the woods and along the shore, chasing something intangible. Which, she realised, when she awoke again to find Robin watching her, might be an accurate reflection of the next eleven months without him.
‘I’m going to keep coming here, you know.’ Sitting up in bed, she grasped his large hand and squeezed it. ‘I’m going to be around here, reminding you of all this. I’m not going to bloody well let you forget me because I’m going to be in your face, Magic Man, even when you haven’t actually got one!’
For a moment, she thought she might have offended him, but Robin’s guffaw of mirth immediately dispelled her worries. ‘I’ll watch you, beautiful Lois, I’ll watch you, and, if there’s a way to remember this feeling, I will.’ Leaning over her, he k
issed her again, at first tenderly and then with increasing purpose.
Again?
‘Yes, again, my love, again,’ he growled, pressing her back against the pillows.
A long time later, after night had fallen and the moon was in the sky, they tumbled from the bed, showered together and donned their clothes. Neither one of them spoke much, but, time and again, Lois found herself sneaking swift peeks at her little alarm clock.
Midnight was approaching. And with it the end of May.
‘Let’s go for a walk on the beach,’ said Robin suddenly, reaching for his long dark coat.
‘Um, yes, OK,’ Lois agreed, her heart sinking. Even though they were no longer naked, she’d wanted there to be the option.
He held out her jacket, helped her into it, his fingers settling it on her shoulders almost lovingly, and then turned her around so he could zip it up and dress her like a daddy dressing his little girl.
‘When the time comes, Lois, when the time comes, let me walk away as if I were a real man. Let me pretend to be a real man. Your real lover.’
‘You are a real man to me, Robin.’ She grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at her. ‘And you’re certainly the realest lover I’ve ever had!’
His eyes gleamed and, despite the angst of the moment, she could see he was pleased with himself. Lois grinned up at him.
Men! Even if they were magic imitations, they still liked to hear praise for their sexual prowess!
‘Come on then, let’s go for that walk.’
As she led the way to the door, though, something caught her eye. Her digital camera, on the table.
‘One minute, Robin, let me take your picture! That way, I’ll have something to remind me of you while you’re … well … away.’ She paused, thinking, thinking. ‘And, when you come back, you’ll have a template for when you take human form again.’
Robin looked impressed, but then he shrugged. ‘We can try it, my love. It’s a very good idea … But my kind are extraordinarily difficult to photograph.’
Lois snatched up the camera and, directing Robin to pose, she reeled off a few shots of him sitting, standing, smiling and looking moody.
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