Cream

Cream

Posted: December 2004
Title: Cream
Author: Helena Snow-Renn
Type: RPHet, RPS
Characters: Karl Urban/OC
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: As always, this never happened. It's fiction.
Warnings: AU. Tranny (sort of, of the OC).
Beta: Miranda Bell
Summary: Karl unleashes the other side of his lover...

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I lay beside the man I would never get enough of, temporarily sated. He never failed to complete my pleasure. His love was hard and fast, brutal, a cataclysmic crashing of damp bodies drooling-ready, a thumping drumbeat score of hearts and loins to a sandblast rhythm. One could not help but explode upon him. The first time. Every time. This time, together in a moment. He preferred the traditional position. For my part, I'd lie on my back for him for eternity and call it heaven.

My lover. Well-built and virile as the day is long. Not a kid, but still young, in his prime. Near-black hair, the broad, triangle-bottomed face of his kind. A face still unlined, a luxuriant mouth that a thousand words could never do any justice to. Eyes, hazel-green-brown, dotted with gold and silver and starlit fire... my lover. Karl.

Afterwards, that night, my dreams were filled with graphic couplings, primal and needy. Explosions inward, outward, fluids of various tastes and textures mixed, smeared. Awakening, first perceived sensation was warm, wet, sticky on my belly, then a strange tingling never before experienced. Something was outside, turned inside-out, turned on, aroused, that had always been inside. More, a small weight rested on the tops of my thighs. Eyes tightly closed, anxious, urgently I whispered my lover's name. "Karl...?"

A sleepy murmur-groan.

"Please, Karl, something's not right."

"What?" he rolled to his side, facing me. Tenderness is always after, with him. Large, strong hands reached for my nervous body. As he took me in his arms, I felt him, half-stiff against my hip.

The counter-surge explained everything. This was not slippery lubrication gushing from torrid receiving tunnel; this was similar pounding blood trapped in thickening, lengthening...

"Oh my god..." cried my lover, voice for once not low and steady. He had pulled the sheet back and stared unabashedly at the quivering organ on my belly, the soft, delicate pouches below. His own man's pride became a sword of steel, though blunt, poking my side.

Such a surprise. Thinking he'd recoil in embarrassed aversion, I made to turn away. "No," came the deep voice of reawakened desire. "No." I stilled. "I want this," he breathed. His dark lust overwhelmed me. There was no hiding. In my newfound strength, I rolled, threw a leg over him, and met him length for length and pulse for pulse. Made slick by this new, unfamiliar leaking, our hard sexes slid smoothly, endlessly, like crossing swords. So fine, so fucking exciting, this nerve-laden swollen flesh between my legs. It had a voice of its own; it was for me to make happy.

Karl's rough hands had already found my newborn parts. Striving for air, I simply fell on my back and spread my legs as was my wont, only this time my dark-haired addict stroked me outside. Sliding, stinging, zinging of synapses, a low-down buzzing under my shaft...His hands, oh, strong, perfectly paced, skilled, took me to a new and different peak. Up and down, up, down, they seemed to be trying to pull something from the depths of me. It was too new... I didn't know how to come this way.

"Please," I begged, and "I can't," and "Please," again. He stopped; it was like losing something precious only just found. "No," and "Please" tore in a scratchy wail from the bottom of my lungs. How could he leave me like that, with belly trembling, thighs shaking, balls so tight and swollen with juice, all hard and hot for something... god, what?

The touch of his mouth and the realization of what he was doing ripped high keening sounds from within me. I looked, half-sitting for a better view, and to lessen the cramps in my guts. Blinding soft strokes of a curious tongue...My lover fitted and stretched his finely-chiseled but plush lips around my cock... he was sucking, moving; I felt his tongue twirl around and tickle nerves that even his fingertips could not touch. His teeth skimmed lightly around my organ's base. I died and died and died in a paradise of rapture.

It only took that once to understand a man's insistence about deep- throating. I was no different. I wanted to slam into something, to the hilt. Indulgent, Karl performed perfectly. I was a wreck, trying to sit up and still thrust. Instinct got me only so far. Not allowed shove his head down, I was forced to follow the pace Karl set with his amazing hot mouth, only speeding up as my orgasm neared. The need was so dire, so close and I wanted to let it go so badly but...

I was scared; I'd never done it before like that, like a man--could I even? At all times the silver-hazel eyes locked to mine for as much as I could stand, encouraging, egging me on, telling me how much this turned him on. The rhythm and the heat finally narrowed to the highest tor of pleasure. Just when I thought it was impossible, that insanity would be my lot, I was able, with Karl's gentle but insistent hand caressing and squeezing my aching balls, to give in to the burst. The rush. The spurting of semen, sperm, jizz... mine! All going down my lover's throat, all but a few drops he lost, his constricting swallowing milked more and more.

At last, when I was sucked dry, his force, his steel, his weapon of choice skewered me deep, deep in my still oozing girl-hole. Erection turned to clenching around him for a zealous, obsessive ride-into-oblivion. His kisses burned my mouth; his cock tore me up like I'd never had a man. It was perfect, and I raised my hips it the pounding he proffered. The man was wild, so long in his excitement I could feel the head of him behind my navel. He rocked and shuddered above me, spilling his pungent, boiling essence... Cream into my cream, the new god-knows-how cream still smeared between us.

Sleep came fast on the heels of another wrenching orgasm. In the middle of the night, the dreams returned, and the waking-up changed. Testosterone in my system rattled base impulses to dominate. It took all Karl's considerable strength to hold me down while he brought me off a second time with hands and lips and tongue, I so wanted to take him. "Control," he said. "Learn, or I'll never let you." We both knew what he meant.

The dreams have flown for the winter. North for him; south for me. My thoughts go ever to that night, and to his final words to me. When I am ready, when my body is ready, my lover will return. In the meantime...

Cream on my hand tonight; clear-slicked fingers and sticky white palm. Teaching myself to wait, to stop, to heighten desire time and time again till the release is sweeter, so powerful. Only Karl, my lover, my fierce and fiery inspiration, can do me any better. He will let me this time, please god, let him want me to. The man needs to be taken, if even just by a halfling boy-girl, me, in whom he unlocked such a secret. It is for him and me alone: share, and share alike. He knows it. It's all in the stars. Karl is mine, as I've been his for this long. And then, I will be in him, on him, around him, under and over him, till there is no start or end... just cream.

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THE END

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