by Elias Raven
“Dude, you’re the only motherfucker I know that would book a gig for the girls at a party like that!” he said laughing.
“It is for charity!” Royston reminded him.
We all continued talking animatedly before everyone started getting tired. Jez and Ace both gave us the sign they were hitting the road. Mia was fussing even with Chance and Gia pulling tag team duty.
The party broke up pretty quick. Abel grumbled he would see us tomorrow sometime as we fist bumped and hugged. Elias and G started to help cleaning up the empties and snacks, but Rhianna and Royston waved them off.
“Sleep tight you two. Hopefully, we don’t keep you up.” Rhianna let slip.
Genevieve leaned over and whispered into Rhianna’s ear, and both girls started laughing. Elias walked across the living room and beckoned Genevieve to join him. She padded over, taking his hand, and they made their way to the spare room.
“What did she tell you?” I asked playfully.
Rhianna leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I can’t tell you how much this trip has meant to us. I hope your girl gives you a good workout in bed tonight.”
I laughed and shook my head as Royston helped us clean up.
“Would you two mind if I use the spare room in the loft above the garage? After your comment about someone at the end of the driveway, I think it best that I be close by in case something happens,” he explained politely. Rhianna smiled and gave him a hug.
“Here, let me grab fresh linens. I’ll sleep better knowing you and Elias are here. That was some freaky shit yesterday, and I still don’t know what it all meant. By the way, we should check on Laura and Ava tomorrow. Maybe we can go to the café and get some breakfast before we head up to Napa for the gig.” she requested.
“Let’s play it by ear. We want to get on the road early enough that we can take our time. We don’t want to be pressed, especially with that crowd,” Royston replied.
Rhianna handed Royston towels and linens.
“I bet you have an overnight bag in the boot of your Mini Cooper too, right?” she asked. Royston grinned and I gave him a hug.
“Don’t think for a minute we don’t love you for that. Thanks for staying tonight,” I told him.
Royston gave us the two-fingered salute and walked up the stairs to the bedroom over the garage. I grabbed Rhianna and pulled her with me into the bedroom.
“Whoa! Shower then you can have it all, honey,” she replied.
I closed the bedroom door and locked it, turning to find Rhianna’s arms up in the air as if to grab me. She lowered her arms down by her sides. I loved the way her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders. I pulled it aside and kissed her. I slid my hands along the side of her face and pulled her into me, letting my hungry lips press against hers. Her tongue danced against mine, and I needed to feel her skin. I brushed my fingertips along her jaws, down her neck, until they reached the top of her blouse. I had one button loose when she pushed my hands away. Breaking our kiss, she pulled the shirt over her head. Her breasts were held in place by a black lace bra. I reached up but she had already undone the clasp in the middle, allowing the bra to spring open. My hands cupped both, my thumbs teasing her nipples as I kissed her lips and neck, tracing my way down. She inhaled sharply as my mouth teased and bit her nipples. She held still while I undid her belt and pants. She sat on the bed as I pulled her boots off, grabbing the bottom of her jeans in the process. I yanked them down leaving her in a small pair of black silk panties and socks. Fuck she was hot. I kissed and sucked the inside of her legs as I slowly crawled up her body. even as she tapped my shoulders.
“Hot shower, remember?” she asked, tapping my shoulder.
I laughed and stood up, and Rhianna didn’t waste any time stripping me down with the same practiced ease. I dropped to my knees, pulling down her panties as I went, and then helped her with her socks as she with mine. We kissed and teased each other as we made our way into the shower.
I reached in and turned on the rain head. We stepped in, letting the water wash over our skin and hair. I turned her around and soaped her hair. I gently kissed her neck then washed and scrubbed her soft skin. She smiled while returning the favor. I loved shower sex. You could get as nasty as you wanted and wash away all of your sins afterwards. We continued to clean and tease each other like crazy which just heightened the excitement. I had her grab the edge of the walls while I rinsed her off, bringing both hands down firmly across her ass cheeks with a loud crack. Rhianna let out a yell and rubbed her ass, trying to lessen the sting before she returned the favor. Her hand dealt quick slaps to each of my cheeks, and it was delicious. It was the best kind of foreplay.
Rhianna shut off the water after we both rinsed, and we grabbed large Egyptian cotton towels and carefully dried each other off. She took my breath away every time. I loved the peeks of her skin as my fingers worked over her body, drying carefully. It was intimate and something we did for each other. It was like an act of reverence. We loved spoiling each other sexually and especially with the small gestures of affection. What many couples don’t realize is those small things, when you show someone you really care and love them, they add up.
I led her into the bedroom and pushed her onto the bed. We slipped into our embrace, kissing and exploring, teasing and biting. Each element fused into the next. She flipped me onto my back, her hungry mouth finding my heat. I slapped her ass and pulled her over my mouth, letting her slowly lower herself onto my waiting tongue. God she was delicious. I could taste her juices running out as I hungrily lapped and explored all of her. Her fingers slid down, opening me delicately before hungrily taking and driving me even higher.
We both sighed and moaned contentedly. Knowing my girl, I knew she wanted more as well. I broke from our embrace and crawled over to the edge of the bed and opened the drawer in the nightstand. I reached inside and pulled out a small velvet bag that had our special toys in it. Rhianna smiled as I glanced back at her over my shoulder, and she crawled on top of me, grinding herself against me. We both needed more, so I gently pushed back against her.
“Easy, baby, were both going to enjoy this,” I said.
I grabbed her ankle and flipped her onto her back then reached into the bag and removed a beautiful black double-sided dildo with the controls right in the center for both parties. Rhianna moaned at the site of it, and I ran my tongue over my lips. My pussy was aching to be filled, and this toy along with the added accessories I had purchased were going to leave us both wrecked.
I reached back inside the bag and pulled out the lube. We were both soaked, but this toy wasn’t small, and when it was dialed up, we wouldn’t want any slip ups. Literally. I carefully worked the toy back and forth, sliding it in gently. Rhi gasped and moaned as I worked the shaft in about halfway; careful not to flip it on. She shook as I attached the padded restraints that would link both of us together. I slid them under her ass and thighs and clipped the front before putting the harness on. Once I was ready, I slid my leg under hers and lubed the other side of the toy, working my pussy down the shaft deeper and deeper with my motions pushing against Rhi. She was moaning and thrashing as the vibrator slid in and out of her with my movements.
Oh my god it felt good! As I got closer to her, I clipped us together. Now we could both ride without the fear of the dildo slipping out of either of us. I reached between us and flipped the switch, sending waves of pleasure through our bodies as the vibrator became alive inside of us both. The pulses were intense as we pushed against the other, taking more and more of the fake cock into ourselves.
I reached out and found her hands and pulled her closer as we matched thrusts. Rhi was shaking and my pussy was going crazy. I thrashed, pounding harder and harder into her. Rhi reached down and hit the dial, sending us both over the edge simultaneously. We went faster and faster and quiet was out the door as we both moaned and became very vocal. She gripped my hands tightly as my orgasm matched hers, and we both started coming, driving the toy deeper and
deeper into us.
I couldn’t even speak it was so intense. We were both spasming as waves of pleasure washed through us over and over again. I reached down somehow and hit the switch, and we both came again as the vibrator went to the highest setting. Neither of us could escape because of the harness. Rhi pushed against me screaming as I thrashed. My pussy was exploding. We both came so many times we lost count. Rhi grabbed the button and shut it down.
The bed was completely destroyed. My cum glistened on her skin. I had come so hard I squirted my release. Rhi smiled looking at me.That was when I felt the wetness all over my thighs and legs. My beautiful baby had matched me perfectly. Slowly we grabbed each other’s arms and pulled ourselves tight and undid the harness. We slid apart letting the toy out slowly. Both of us were extremely sensitive. We only used the “black raven” on certain occasions, and we were always completely exhausted after a session.
Rhi reached down and put the toy and harness on the nightstand and rolled into my arms. We gently rubbed our juices into each other’s skin, teasing each other with wet fingers while licking and sucking playfully, reveling in our moment together. I started tearing up; my emotions welling.
Rhi felt me shake and pulled me into her arms gently. She lifted my chin up and kissed me hard. I let her control the moment, enjoying the feeling of her lips pressed against mine.
“I love you, too, honey.” That was all that was needed.
We fell asleep wrapped skin on skin. I knew I didn’t want to be anywhere in the world at that moment but in her arms.
Chapter 9
~Little Gidding~
The dove descending breaks the air
With flame of incandescent terror
Of which the tongues declare
The one discharge from sin and error.
The only hope, or else despair
Lies in the choice of pyre of pyre-
To be redeemed from fire by fire.
Who then devised the torment? Love.
Love is the unfamiliar Name
Behind the hands that wove
The intolerable shirt of flame
Which human power cannot remove.
We only live, only suspire
Consumed by either fire or fire.
Excerpt from Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot
Rhianna~ I awoke to the sound of drumming, a faint rhythmic pulsing. Fingers tapping, slamming against animal skin stretched taught over a round frame. I’d know the sound anywhere. Handmade Indian drums. Someone was calling my cell phone and the music that was playing was a song I had assigned to my Uncle Tom (Two Feathers). “The Ghost Song” by “The Doors.” I reached over and grabbed the phone and looked down at the caller ID then hit answer. The music kept right on playing.
Hello? Hello? I repeated three or four times, but there was only static then silence. I hit the end button and waited, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. It wasn’t unusual for the connection to suck from the reservation. It had happened before. I figured he would try again or I would dial him back.
The phone rang again and I hit the answer button:
“Hello.. Hello..? I repeated.
This time I heard something far different, the sound of whistling coming through the speakers. It was hesitant at first then more pronounced, there was no mistaking the song, but this time it was with voice…
Ring-a-ring o' roses,
A pocketful of posies,
A-tishoo! A-tishoo!
We all fall down
Cows in the meadows
Eating buttercups
A-tishoo! A-tishoo!
We all jump up.
A child’s voice, A woman’s voice, A man’s voice they all filtered in and out over the speaker filling the room with the song, then the connection dropped and went dead again.
I looked at the phone now freaking out and hit the redial button trying to call Uncle Tom back, but the phone just rang and rang. I hung up and touched the phone looking at the call log. No one had called? Okay, that was fucking freaky. Then I heard a noise like something slamming into the house. I could hear the wind howling outside as the whole building started shaking. I looked around confused and I’m not too proud a bitch to say I wasn’t just a little bit more freaked and frightened at that point.
I rolled over and found Misty sound asleep next to me. I tried to rouse her from her slumber, but she stayed asleep. I pushed her back and spanked her ass, but she didn’t move. I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my gun, just in case. All my senses were dialing up as I stepped onto the floor and carefully padded my way across to the bedroom door grabbing the handle I pulled it open ready to fire. The coast was clear, I blew a strand of blonde hair out of my face and walked carefully into the living room.
The soft glow of a lamp greeted me. I could hear the wind moving the trees outside. I stepped across the floor checking and rechecking, listening for anything out of the ordinary. That’s when I heard the sound of an owl hooting, calling from the back porch. I went to the curtains and peered out and saw Mephisto sitting on his perch.
“What are you doing here?” I said.
I didn’t have him this week. The owl spun his head to look at me bouncing on his perch. My alarms started going off because he shouldn’t be here. He screeched and flew toward the window with his claws out.
I leapt back as the bird impacted the window and his claws came through the glass like nails causing small cracks everywhere. Mephisto was shrieking as I looked around. Something wasn’t right!
Suddenly, the floor beneath me went black and the light in the living room started to flicker and buzz. It was a chilling effect, like an old Frankenstein movie when the doctor turned on the generators to reanimate the corpse. Fuck at this point I wouldn’t be surprised at anything!
“Think Rhi! What’s going on!” I muttered.
Then it dawned on me! I was in the Dream world again. I was Dream walking!
Suddenly, it was like I fell through a doorway and dropped. I let out a scream holding my gun tightly as I hit metal and slid down a chute. I slid really fast and suddenly I was ejected into the air and landed in a pile of what I thought was sand. I kept my gun out and rolled out quickly from the pile looking around for targets. The area was black again. Then one by one torches flared lighting a tunnel in front of me. It looked like I was being summoned. Fuck this was some creepy shit.
I could use some backup.
I looked around, but I couldn’t see anything above or behind me. It was just a black void. I looked down at the pile, my skin started to crawl. I could see bones peaking out and what looked like a skull. My hand trembled as I reached down and pulled the skull out. A gold tooth shined in the torchlight. I dropped it back into the pile looking at my hand. It wasn’t sand, it was ashes. My stomach turned at the thought of landing in cremated bodies. I bent over retching then straightened up and looked down the tunnel.
I walked forward down the lit corridor. It looked vaguely familiar. There were markings on the wall. I stopped to read at the inscriptions; it looked like cuneiform or Indian cave drawings or something similar. I could make out what looked like a monster breathing fire and hunters throwing spears or shooting arrows. The images were very worn with age. I ran my fingers over the stone walls, but kept walking down the tunnel holding my gun at the ready.
I could see the bullets peeking out from the cylinder; I’d made sure the gun was fully loaded. I stopped to check and see what else I was carrying. I found my knife in my boot and I was fully dressed. Now, I was sure I was dream walking! I had been nude when we had gone to sleep.
I carefully peeked out the end of the tunnel. I saw a chain link fence and gate in front of me. There were two metal signs mounted to the chain links, one said “Keep Out” the other said “We All Fall Down…”
My heart was racing a mile a minute. I was back in the Diablo Canyon again, but the dream was different. I saw a large bonfire burning in a clearing. It was as if the light of the fire was contained. There was onl
y an inky blackness beyond. I pushed open the gate, the hinges creaked as I walked over to the fire, keeping my gun trained, looking for a target.
Suddenly, the air shimmered by the flames and a figure appeared squatting by the fire. It looked like a man dressed in animal skins and leather buckskin. I circled to the left keeping my gun trained on him, but he did not look up. I noticed as I circled toward the front, the view never changed, it was like I was stuck in a loop of some kind. The image of the man kept glitching. I finally stopped when I realized there was no advantage to be gained since I could not see his face. I stepped into the light of the fire. The man looked up and that was when I realized it was my Uncle Tom.
“Hello Rhi,” he said softly. I was still on my guard as I walked over to the figure.
“Hello, Two Feathers. What brings me to you this evening?”
He looked and sounded just like my uncle. He was even dressed in his customary ritual clothing.
“In my walks I have seen the beautiful Raven stretching her majestic wings and soaring farther afield. The spirits told me you could use my guidance,” he continued in his calm voice that always soothed my soul.
“I can, Uncle, and what else did they tell you?
My uncle stood to his full height and pulled out a large wooden staff with a glowing light on the end. He pointed at the ground near the edge of the clearing.
“Watch, young one!” he said firmly.
The air started glowing and coalescing before an orange mist formed. I kept my eyes on the spot until finally a human form started to materialize. After a few more minutes, the air stopped and a man stepped out. I couldn’t fucking believe it. I looked at my uncle.
“Why the fuck would you bring him here?” I asked, yelling at my uncle.
“Look at him,” my uncle said. “See him for what he truly is.”
“Hello, Rhi…Rhi…Rhianna,” he stuttered.
My uncle looked at me with a blank expression. I couldn’t read him like I usually could. This frightened me as my uncle was always good at saying what was on his mind, even if half of his tales were old in riddles.
