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Date Posted: 16:57:05 05/03/02 Fri
Author: Repost Fairy
Author Host/IP: 64.193.19.25
Subject: Destiny II - Chapter 5 NC17
In reply to: Loveroy 's message, "Destiny II - 1" on 16:49:07 05/03/02 Fri

“Once upon a time there was a modern day Prince, who by his birth right should have had a kingdom.” Nikita whispered as he walked backwards to a waiting ladder-back chair next to the tub. His hand held hers firmly as he guided her capricious body to sit in said chair.

“And in his passage he found his Princess Bride.” Michael said sitting her on the chair while kneeling before her. The witticism flowing freely between the two lovers.

“Mmm…” As he commenced unbuttoning the tiny pearl clasps that adorned her blouse with a dexterity that thrilled Nikita, “But the Princess naïve in the ways of the Royals, wondered who the Wicked Step-Parent was…”

Here Michael laughed, husky, sexy and unadulterated mirth, “Kita, we’ll talk later, now we love…Let me kiss you softly.”

She interrupted “Prince Charming bestows a kiss on the Princess…”

“No…Wench,” as he kissed her lips, leaning forward on his knees he whispered “Shh – I need you subservient now, please…”

She nodded and surrendered to his game. She held her hands to each side of the chair, clasping the rung that surrounded the seat. Her knuckles white from the exertion and her nails digging unto the underside of her hands. The fleshy palm tingling with the ridges created, the pain assisting her in controlling her reactions to Michael’s attention.

He was with incomparability and attention characteristically Michael’s, removing all pieces of clothing. His mouth hovering over each revealed piece of skin, never actually touching it. His warm breath methodically creating goose bumps on the now almost naked blonde’s alabaster skin.

Michael was smiling the entire time, his green eyes the color of freshly trimmed boxwood. He had managed to remove his shirt, his pants, his shoes – he still knelt before her, but now without a stitch of clothing. His magnificent body masterfully displayed for the half shuttered, half-adoring Prussian hued gaze.

The beautiful blonde woman was a live wire of sensations. Her mouth was moist and waiting, her pink tongue darting madly in and out to wet her lips, trying to catch a taste of Michael or just releasing nervous energy. Her breasts pushing out, also hoping to get touched by the man she now called her husband.

Michael’s legendary patience was fashioning defoliation in his wife. She was obviously desperately trying to initiate the touching portion of this dream night. To no avail, Michael wanted this slow, systematic and perfect. An impeccable night to remember forever…’till the end of time.

“Ni-ki-ta, I want this night to be spoken about in history books…”

“Oh what a night…” She whispered to herself.

Michael, touching the water with his elbow, decided it was time to bathe his bride. He poured more fragrances into the water; oils and bubbles followed. He carried her nearly perfect and naked body to the tub and submerged her there. And then maddening to the wanton female, he agonizingly slow started bathing every inch of body plane he found in his wake.

His adroit approach to this task disarmed the naked woman, she was floating in much more than bath water. After wearing a sponge mitten bursting with baby lotion and soap and caressing every quadrant of epidermis, Michael really got down to business. The business was to fulfill a need, scratch an itch and lavish delectation.


If Nikita’s magnificent head of hair could be called her crown, then her passion filled sex would be called her ‘tiara’. And the tiara had a precious jewel, one that truly rocked their world. Michael would stroke with one finger every fold, every nook, every cranny and every soft pliable moist lip. With the index finger of his other hand, he would firmly push on the jewel. Ah the jewel…Nikita hovering over her image, looking down at her electrified self was plaintively making unrecognizable sounds of pleasure.

Michael’s warm breath would blow the suds off the folds. This activity made the blonde move her hips and this would cause further pressure, further electricity and further alarmingly wonderful explosions. His mouth never touching her body, as much as he wanted it and she needed it, Michael was too fascinated with the hold back syndrome – wait it will be better.

And of course the theory was right, both lovers climactic. Both lovers cuming over and over, including Michael whose fingers, the ones that stroked, were now being sucked relentlessly by his wife. She was basically mimicking what she wanted to do to Michael’s manhood substituting it with his digits. But as good as it was, it was not good enough.

She came, strongly, he plunged two fingers into her and furiously pumped. She whimpered, cried, begged – needing his very long, very strong, very broad and wicked manhood in her femininity, so she told him.

“Michael please…I am begging you damn it…” She huskily said.

He looked up, smiled at her and pulled her wet body out of the tub, laying her in front of the fireplace, on a plush animal skin rug. She lay him down and straddled him, riding him ferociously until he held on to her hips strongly, stopping all movements so his tip could pummel her back wall.

“Aggh, I love you Nikita….Michael” They both confessed in unison, as they held on to each other for dear life. Completion and perfection were one.

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