by Renee George
Running her fingers through her short blonde hair, she stood up and crossed the room. Reconnection was way overrated. She picked up the room phone. “Front desk, please. Thank you. Yes, this is Maxine Simms, room 910. Yes. When’s the next flight leaving Los Regalos?”
She waited while the concierge looked up the information. Coming to Regalos had been a mistake. She should have known she couldn’t handle it. “Oh. Oh, no.” The next flight out wasn’t until Sunday afternoon. Her departure date. “Are you certain there’s nothing sooner?” The man on the other end assured her there were no sooner flights. “Crap. Fine. Thanks.” She hung up.
She looked around the posh room. Bright white carpeting, silvery silk bedding and curtains, a refrigerator and mini-bar. Very spacious. The bathroom had slate marbled tiles, platinum faucets, and a Jacuzzi tub large enough to fit six people. “I can be happy here,” she affirmed. “I just won’t leave the room.”
Just two forms of entertainment were missing -- books and a television. The suite had a small living room space with a really comfortable loveseat and two plush chairs. On the coffee table lay a room service menu. Her stomach growled.
Since the vacation was all-inclusive, she splurged and went for the steak and lobster. Real meat was so expensive these days, what with the health conscious government over-taxing everything they considered bad for citizens’ health.
Less than thirty minutes later, a knock sounded at the door. A muffled voice said, “Room service.”
Maxine had showered and changed into her pink, cotton jammies with little suns printed all over them. Not super attractive, but completely comfortable. And comfort would be an issue if she planned to eat her entire meal.
She jumped when she opened the door. “You!” Behind the silver cart of food stood the blackjack dealer from the casino.
“At your request, M’lady.” He swept into a low bow.
The shower had done something for her wits, because she managed to snipe back, “I requested the food, not the server.”
“Semantics.” He smiled. “Can I come in?” At her hesitation, he added, “To bring in your room service, of course.”
“Yes, sorry.” Although she didn’t feel sorry, she felt grumpy and frumpy -- mentally kicking herself for not putting on something sexier.
“I think you look utterly charming.”
She blushed. “Charming, huh? I don’t recall asking what you thought.”
“Yes, but weren’t you just worrying about your appearance? I just wanted to assure you…” He moved closer to Maxine and she took a step backward.
A flood of embarrassment flushed through her. In a perfect world, she’d have loved to believe his attraction for her. But looking at him -- he was so beautiful with his long blue hair, tightly muscled body, and multicolored eyes -- she couldn’t help but feel shamed. This man could have his pick of any beautiful woman. Maxine found it hard to believe Nigel found her eye-catching enough to seek her company. Probably just part of the whole Regalos “package.” “Just leave the food and go.”
“Why do you feel you’re not worthy of my attention? I can see you, Maxine Simms. And you are beautiful.” He held out his hand. “Dance with me.”
“A, what makes you think I even care what you think about me? B, I don’t even know you, and C, there’s no music, if you haven’t noticed.”
“A, I can read it in your body language and in your thoughts. B, how rude of me -- Nigel Tennon, at your command.” He bowed again, his hair slipping forward over his shoulders. “And C…” He snapped his fingers and soft music filled the room. “The music problem has been solved.”
“How did you… Is that some kind of magic?”
“No.” He chuckled. “While Regalos is rife with magic, the music is on a system similar to the Clapper. See…” Nigel snapped his fingers and the music went off. Another snap and the music came back on. “Snap on, snap off.”
“Clever, Mr. Tennon.”
“Nigel, please.”
“Well, Nigel, I’m sure you have work to do.” Maxine walked to the door. She fought to keep her knees from buckling as her shoulder brushed his arm. Gesturing to the hallway, she said, “Please, don’t let me keep you.”
Nigel crossed to the door and closed it. “Maxine,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “Dance with me. Just one dance.” He smiled, revealing fangs she hadn’t noticed before. They were a lot like Pacer Prism’s, but smaller.
The minihurricanes of color swirled in his eyes as she took his hand. “What are you?”
“Well, that’s an unusual question.”
“I’d have guessed vampire, though I’ve never seen one up close and personal, but you’re up during the day, so…”
“I’m not a vampire. Though a little blood is never a bad thing.”
Maxine’s free hand jumped to her neck unbidden.
“Don’t worry, love. I won’t bite.” The right corner of his mouth tugged up into a sexy half smile. “Unless you want me to.” He pulled her into a tight hold and the top of her head barely reached his chin. He began to sway them to the music.
“You still didn’t answer me.” Nigel’s hand slid up her side, and Maxine’s body reacted: her nipples tightened and her pussy felt warm… wet. His cock felt thick and hard against her abdomen, even through his black slacks.
“I’m a hume.”
She leaned back to look at him. “I don’t think I’ve heard of humes.” Of course, there were paranormals in Missouri, but mostly were-creatures and vampires. Sometimes you heard about a family of fairies, or fae, or shide, or whatever they liked to be called. Part of society, but apart. It was so hard to be politically correct anymore.
Mostly, the paranorms kept to themselves. Since they had become open about themselves, colleges had even taken to teaching whole courses about the different varieties. Maxine took the course her senior year as a free elective. But humes? She’d never heard of humes.
“You’ve never heard of humes? I’m not surprised. Here…” He stepped back from her. “I think it will be easier to show you than to tell you.” Before Maxine’s eyes, Nigel’s long blue hair turned blond and began to recede into a shorter cut. His body shrank down to her height. Morphing and shifting, he grew breasts and his hips became curvier. His rainbow-colored eyes turned green and Maxine nearly hit the floor. He’d made himself look exactly like her.
There Maxine stood looking at a mirror image of herself, only the image wore black slacks and a black T-shirt. “Oh, that’s just… crazy.”
The other her smiled as Nigel shifted again, hair lengthening a bit, and turning brown. His build became thickly muscled as he grew several inches. Not as tall as his former self, but taller than she. His face took on a chiseled look, no longer narrow and beautiful, instead he became more rugged, like an action hero from one of those old movies her grandparents liked to watch.
Within seconds, he transformed into himself again. Tall, delicate features, and gorgeous. Without thinking, Maxine reached out and touched his hair. Nigel took her hand and brought it to his lips. “It’s real. I’m real.”
“And you can just…” She wiggled her hips and eyebrows. “Shift your body into whatever?”
“Well, it is limited to human forms and variations thereof. But, yes, mostly whatever.” He grinned.
“Are you making fun of me?”
“Never.” He nuzzled her fingertips. “Do you like the way I look? Or would you prefer me to take another form?”
“I…” She blinked at the question. It also could have been the fact she still felt the electricity pulse through her fingertips from where he’d kissed them. “I… you look fine.” Maybe a little overdressed.
Nigel stripped off his shirt. Maxine’s jaw went slack. His abdomen lined up in a neat eight-pack, with a strip of blue hair below his navel trailing down under his slacks. And his nipples. Oh, God, his glorious light blue nipples -- the left one pierced by a gold barbell -- ached to be played with. “What are you doing?” she asked,
then thought, and why in the hell did you stop at just the shirt.
As if on command, the blue-haired god of a man smiled coyly and began to unbutton and unzip his drawers.
Maxine felt light-headed. “Dear Lord, man. What are you doing?” The words came out in a weak pant.
“You’re the one who keeps thinking I’m wearing too many clothes. I’m just trying to please you.” His pants hung loose at his hips. He took Maxine’s hand and pulled her closer to him. He placed her palm on his stomach and slowly slid it down until her fingers dipped into the blue curls of hair and his aroused cock rose to greet the tips. “Do I please you?”
“Oh yes,” Maxine sighed, gripping his shaft. She stammered, “I… I mean, uh…” She couldn’t think. Not with his really large, really hard cock in her hand. “I don’t know what I mean.”
“Maxine. I want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?” The dulcimer tones of his voice poured over her body like warm honey, coating her with his desire and longing. “Kiss me.”
She bit her lower lip, determined to put up one last resistance. She didn’t know this guy from Adam. Jumping into his arms and fucking his brains out and vice versa was not practical. Her grandmother’s words crept into her mind. Forget practical, Maxi-moon. Live. Really live. For both of us.
His hands went to her shoulders. “Live, Maxi-moon.”
As scared as she might be of making a mistake, the thought of never taking the chance scared her more. Throwing aside her rationales for not taking full advantage of the hume, Maxine jumped into his arms and met his mouth with her own. Fiercely and fearless, she thrust her tongue between his lips, running the tip over his fangs, before slipping it past his teeth. His lips met hers with as much ferocity, if not more, feeding from her mouth like a hungry tiger.
Nigel yanked her pajama top over her head, and she pulled back far enough to see his hair had turned orange, his eyes yellow with large black pupils, and his skin burnt-orange with black stripes. Still in human form, but his markings were that of a tiger. It definitely distracted her from the fact her naked breasts, not nearly as perky as they used to be, were on full display. “Whoa. That is so awesome.”
“No.” He cupped her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth, then moving to the other for a rough lick. “These are awesome.” Kneeling before Maxine, Nigel pulled her bottoms down, revealing her white underpants. He chuckled -- dark, sexy, seductive. He licked the fabric between her legs. “Mmm, you are delicious.”
She thought she would lose it right then and there. Remaining standing was no longer an option as her knees buckled. Nigel caught her thighs and held her steady. His tongue laced itself under the white cotton panties and slid along the folds of her pussy. Placing his arms against her back, he lifted Maxine until her legs were over his shoulders. He stood, holding her up, his teeth nibbling her swollen clit as he braced her against the wall.
“Criminently!” She threw her head back and the top of her skull bashed against the eight-foot ceiling. The small pain sent a twittering thrill through her body. She rocked her hips forward, wishing the fabric between his mouth and her pussy gone.
Nigel’s head reared back. “Your wish is my command.” His fangs bit into the white cotton and he yanked, ripping her underwear right off.
“Oh, God. Oh, God,” she murmured, her aching clit grazing against his chin.
“You haven’t seen God yet.” His tongue swiped the folds of her sex, twice. “But you will.” She could feel him grinning against her flesh. “You will.”
He sucked and licked and nibbled her pussy until his face shone with her fluids. “Feels so good.” She squirmed forward, her hands grappling with his hair, pulling his face against her. Unexpectedly, something amazing happened. Nigel’s tongue slipped inside and she could feel it, thickening, lengthening, filling her tightly with its heat. He began to thrust, his teeth grazing and bumping her clit with every inward push. This gave a whole new meaning to “eating out.”
“Oh, God, Nigel. Shit. This is…” The tip of his tongue fluttered against the spot just inside her channel and her whole body bucked forward and off the wall. “Ahh!” she cried out as an orgasm hit fast and without warning.
Nigel continued his erotic oral assault, plunging, fluttering, in and out until a second orgasm hit her just as hard as the first. She screamed her pleasure as her hands braced against the ceiling, as her body quaked with ecstasy. After the last bit of her orgasm faded, Nigel eased her down and carried her to the bed. “I don’t think you’ve seen God just yet.”
“Pretty fucking close.”
He looked pretty damn incredible, still striped, his mouth glistening as he licked his full luscious lips.
She licked her lips. “Let me just say, Gene Simmons has got nothing on you.”
Nigel raised a brow. “Who’s Gene Simmons? An ex-boyfriend?”
This time Maxine laughed. “No. Not hardly. He’s dead. My grandmother had some old vid-feeds of him though. He was a rock and roll musician who had a really long tongue and…” She could see Nigel’s eyes shifting back to rainbow. “Never mind.”
“Interesting.” He dropped his pants down to the floor and his cock stood large and in charge for her perusal.
“Fantastic.” She wondered if he could change the length and girth of his shaft like he had his tongue.
“Thank you, and yes.” His cock stretched to at least sixteen inches and the circumference of her fist. It took mere seconds to shift back to ten inches. “I’ll adjust as necessary.” He grinned devilishly.
“Now, you’re just scaring me.” She curled her finger at him. “Come here, you.”
“As you request.” He crawled between her legs. He held himself up, slipping his cock between the lips of her labia and into her moist, swollen pussy.
“Oh, smack.” Maxine’s eyes rolled back.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?”
“No, nothing like that. You feel incredible. So warm and thick inside me.” She didn’t want to tell him his was the first cock between her legs in more years than she cared to count.
“You haven’t had sex in how long?”
Shit! “I… uh…”
“Doesn’t matter.” He waved the question away. “I’m going to help you remember just how good it can feel.”
“Uhm, it’s already about a hundred times better than it ever felt for me.” She gasped as he thrust two times quickly, followed by one slow stroke.
“Let’s shoot for a thousand.” He grinned.
“Trying to kill me with pleasure?”
“You’ll survive.”
She could only hope, but either way, it was win-win in her book. She dug her fingernails into his back as his shaft grew wider inside her.
“By the lands, you’re so hot and slick.”
Maxine didn’t know what to say. Her last lover rarely said anything during sex, mostly just a series of grunts. Nigel on the other hand was a regular chatterbox.
“I’m going to fuck you so good, so good,” he moaned.
She felt the pressure building in her clit, her channel swelling against his cock as he thrust in and out of her with a steady pace. “It’s so good,” she murmured, pressing her head against the bed, arching her back to meet his stroke. Her fingers dug harder into his back as she rocked her hips against his. “Faster,” she panted. “Deeper.”
Whatever Nigel did, it worked. She felt him even more so than before, causing the tiniest ache inside her channel. A bulky nub formed on his pubis, directly over her swollen clit. The nub vibrated against her, sending Maxine to a whole new level of pleasure. A strange and strangled cry poured from her lips. Nigel’s thrusts became more insistent, less controlled.
Maxine’s hips bucked forward, her head turning sideways as the orgasm tore from her in a wail. Nigel shuddered against her, groaning as he pumped the last of his pleasure deep inside her. They lay still for several minutes, breath heavy, sweat dewy on their bodies. Total mutual satisfaction.
“Damn,” Nigel fin
ally said. “Fantastic.”
“Who are you telling?” Maxine smiled coyly. “You’re incredible.”
“I wish I didn’t have to go back to work. This break has been way too short.” He kissed her soundly on the mouth, then rolled to the edge of the bed. “What is your deepest desire, Maxine? If you could fulfill any fantasy, what would it be? I’ll do my very best to make it come true.”
“My own personal jinn, huh?”
His gaze swept over her. “Just close your eyes, and think about it.”
“I don’t know if I like you reading my mind.” Although, so far she’d had no complaints.
“Being a hume has its perks and disadvantages. Believe me, I don’t always want to know what people are thinking. But in your case, I’m riveted.”
“Okay, what the hell? Life’s too short. Seize the day. You only live once, and about a dozen other clichés I could name off.”
“Stop listing and start thinking. What is your most secret desire?”
Maxine closed her eyes. Her most secret desire. She knew exactly what she wanted, but fear and taboo kept her from putting it into thought. Maybe she could trick him with something else, something that wouldn’t make her seem like such a freak…
Nigel cleared his throat and Maxine’s eyes popped open. “You do realize, I can read your mind.”
Her mouth formed a small “o.”
“Believe me, I have seen and heard it all. I’m very open to all kinds of possibilities. Trust me, Maxi-moon.”
She already regretted calling herself the nickname in her thoughts, even if she had been channeling her grams at the time. “Okay. Okay. God help me.”
Closing her eyes once more, she conjured up the image which had so often turned her on when she’d masturbated, which had been about the only action she ever got. In her mind, she sat on the bed, leaning against the headboard. She touched herself as she watched two men naked at the end of the bed, kissing, touching each other as they gazed at her, putting on a show for Maxine. Only for her to watch.
