Kate and John were floating about 500 metres above Time Square, bobbing up and down slightly in the warm summer breeze wafting across Manhattan. The sun warmed their backs as they regarded the scene below.
Looking down at the crowds on the sidewalks Kate asked, “Have you ever truly loved one of these creatures? I mean really loved, not lusted after, or used, or destroyed them.”
“Once”, John replied. The pain flooded back, black tendrils of anguish wrapped around his stomach and caressed it in their thorny grip. “She was the only mortal who actually loved me, for me. When we met I had just taken human form, so my gift didn’t come into it. If she had met me a few minutes later I’d have wondered, but it was real alright. Her name was Elizabeth, if you’re interested.”
“Nice name”, replied Kate, “I haven’t. They’ve all been useful, often fun, but mainly useful. I envy you actually loving one of them.”
“Don’t. It’s much easier to stay detached from them. Love is insidiously powerful.” John shook his head as if to break the spell cast by the memory of Elizabeth.
“By the way, what’s in the box?”, said Kate. “Something for later”, replied John, “Much later”.
“I fancy something to eat”, the glint in her eye told him what the something was …
They materialised at the corner of 6th Avenue and West 55th street and walked the short distance to Estiatorio Milos hand in hand. Flying down would have been a mistake, without a little mind control humans tended to notice that sort of entrance.
They picked their unfortunate entrées from the tank as they entered and seated themselves at a quiet table at the rear of the restaurant. Kate slipped off her stilettos and extended a fishnet-clad foot into John’s crotch. She stroked his cock through his trousers, feeling an instant reaction.
It was at times like this they had made a rule. Never to use their powers to hide their actions from the mortals. The possibility of discovery made it so much more fun. The waiter placed their drinks on the table and retired to the kitchen to berate the chef in colourful Greek.
Kate slid under the table towards her prey. It occurred to John that the sound of a zipper being undone was possibly one of the most erotic things he’d ever heard. Well maybe it had something to do with the thought of Kate and her athletic tongue …
Kate yanked his straining cock free from it’s cotton prison and salivated like the wanton whore she was. Holding the shaft with one hand she took his plumb into her mouth and slowly circled it with her tongue. John’s hips bucked, he was unable to stifle a quiet moan.
Kate teased the eye of his cock with her tongue enjoying the pre-cum which was oozing in an unstoppable sweet stream into her mouth.
She felt the welcome, familiar pulsing between her legs. The humidity turning to moistness. The moistness turning her panties into a soaking sliver of silk. Her free hand slid in and out of her pussy, occasionally massaging her clit.
John was hard, his hips now grinding, balls tight and ready to cum. Kate let his member slide deep into her mouth. Her tongue out slightly to one side. She forced herself to take as much of his huge cock as she could. She could have changed shape to take him all but preferred to work with the petite frame she had chosen for herself, unable to accommodate him. She gagged slightly as she bobbed up and down on his sex.
The slight gurgle from under the table took John over the edge. His groin tensed, juices rising. Suppressing a roar of orgasmic triumph John pumped cum into Kate’s throat. Wave after wave of semen gushed into her. Her passion was muted by the throbbing fleshy gag in her mouth. But she came, oh how she came. She let the feeling wash over her still sucking hard at John’s cock.
“The lady?”, asked the waiter.
John opened his eyes, startled, “err, the ladies room.”
“More drinks sir?”. “No, thanks”
When the waiter had moved on Kate emerged from under the table. She licked her lips with a forked tongue, just for effect.
“I’m glad we didn’t skip the first course”, she smiled.
~~~
After dinner they decided to go for a walk in the park. “Central Park?”, asked John, “Hyde”, replied Kate.
They traversed the Atlantic on a lightening bolt of sexual energy. Minds and bodies entwined in an embrace which lasted but a moment but saw them both cum again. Somewhere over Ireland.
~~~
They slowed, flew low over Kensington Palace and drifted gently down to earth at the foot of the Albert Memorial.
John took Kate in his arms once again and kissed her long and hard. Their tongues gave form to a passion as old as time and sent a shower of opalescent sparks, visible to those who could see them, bouncing across the grass.
A shaky voice from behind John said, “Give me your wallet and your fucking phone”.
The couple parted. John turned to face the owner of the voice. It was a gaunt man. No, man was the wrong word, a boy, perhaps seventeen? John could see the opiates running through his veins, but it did not take John’s abilities to guess from the white complexion and cloudy eyes that he was slowly killing himself with drugs.
“What the hell do you think you’re …”, began Kate. The moonlight flashed off a blade as it was raised toward Kate. The mugger waved it in her general direction, “Shut it!”
John felt Kate’s anger building. He raised a hand, “I’ll deal with this”, he said firmly.
John looked the boy in the eye. Looked at the butterfly knife and then back into the face of their assailant. “Please go away”, said John calmly.
“What the fuck? Just give me your wallet”, he held out a bony white hand.
“I want to show you something.”, said John. The boy looked puzzled. The rough oak box which had piqued Kate’s interest earlier appeared, floating in the air between the pair. “I’ll give you what’s in this box instead, if you can hold it for ten seconds.”. The lid of the box opened.
The boy now paralysed by fear looked into the box. A sword, nearly a metre and a half long glinted blue within.
“Go on, take it, it’s nine centuries old …”, John licked his lips in anticipation.
Despite himself the boy dropped the knife and reached into the box. With some difficulty he lifted the sword with both of his skeletal hands. He smiled a treacherous smile, raised the sword above his head and brought it down to cleave John’s head in two.
John’s hands came together above his head trapping the blade between them. The boy looked shocked, then started to shake uncontrollably. John pushed the sword to one side, leant forward and whispered in the boy’s ear. The sword vanished, the box vanished. The boy screamed as part of him was consumed by John’s words.
Suddenly he ran towards the Serpentine Gallery.
“That was cruel. I was just going to kill him”, said Kate. “What did you do?”.
“I took away the reason he wanted my wallet”, explained John.
“You old romantic you. Fuck me. Please”, Kate asked.
“Where?”
“Right here”
John dragged Kate to the grass and pushed her to the ground. He ripped open her blouse to expose her pert tits, cupped in a red basque. “Fiery”, he observed. “To match my eyes.”, crimson flames flickered in Kate’s pupils. She giggled. She loved to giggle. It was so girly, but knew what effect it had on John.
Sure enough as he dropped his trousers his cock was hard and throbbing. He reached up under her skirt and tore off her panties. Though thoughtfully stowing them in his shirt pocket as a memento.
John grabbed Kate’s left breast and kneaded it firmly. He lowered his head to suck her right nipple. Kate heaved and bucked, almost cumming with the sensations this very, very experienced tongue was providing. His tongue lingered for several minutes, teasing and torturing her before moving down to her engorged clitoris.
The aroma and moistness between her legs drove John to a frenzy. His tongue stroking her clit, then flicking, then massaging. He lapped her from clitoris to anus, twirling his tongue around her soft pink asshole, making her squirm.
His most agile of appendages dived deep into her pussy, thrashing inside her, tasting her most decadently flavoured fluids.
He scooped her up in his arms. Then slowly, deliberately lowered her onto his cock. As his glans touched, then parted her lips she formed a silent “O” with her mouth, which turned to an “Aaaa” as he began to fill her. As his full length impaled her she began to growl and could not help but spread her wings, which were now twice the span of a man’s arms, and loft them both skyward.
Kate’s legs were wrapped around John’s waist in an immoveable grip. Their mouth’s danced an intricate intoxicating ballet.
Kate’s steely talons raked at the flesh of John’s back until it bled. It only bled because he wanted it to. It only hurt because he wanted the pain. Not that this mattered to Kate who felt the wetness and smelt the metallic aroma of his blood.
John pumped into her with his iron hard cock. She came again and again riding wave after wave of orgasms until he finally filled her with hot cum. He broke their oral embrace and howled his climax across London.
Fin?
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