Magic

Lorelei opened her eyes and gasped. Her utilitarian quarters had disappeared. She was now in a sumptuous room draped in white silk and lit with perfumed tapers. Fear and wariness instinctively kicked into place.

"No, Lorelei. Don't back away from me now." His arms tightened around her. "I need to make love to you tonight. I need it to be beautiful for you." "Let me make it beautiful for you," he added softly.

Even as she heard him speak, a huge lump formed in her throat and some very unwarrior-like tears misted in her eyes. Never had she been surrounded by such beauty and caring. Her training made her want to destroy the illusion but some deeper, secret part of herself wanted this with a desperation that was almost painful. Biting her lip, she fought to keep from breaking.

"Let me in..."

Lorelei closed her eyes slowly and leaned her head against his chest. She was sick of fighting, sick of always being on guard. She wanted to be cherished. Brandelein felt it when her last defenses fell away. She felt it when he entered.

"My beautiful Warrior..", came a quiet voice in her mind. "Such strength, such beauty."

"I'm not beautiful", she mumbled into his shoulder. "I'm much too tall and stringy." A soft laugh replied her.

"I don't know who you're talking about but its not the woman I see here. The woman I see is so feminine and lovely, it hurts me to look at her." Firm hands stroked down her sides to shape the curve of her hips and then around to cup her buttocks.

"Look for yourself.", he said.

Her eyes opened to find them reflected in an ornate, full-length mirror in front of her. Brandelein slipped behind her and his warm eyes met hers in the mirror as his arm came around her waist to hold her tight against his body. His free hand came up to caress her face. Lorelei watched herself turn her cheek into the palm of his hand.

"Such eyes...", his voice washed over her like rich honey. She couldn't stop herself from shuddering as the vibration of his voice near her ear sent delicious shivers running down her side. "So deep a man could lose himself in them. And your lips.." One finger outlined the delicate shape of her lips softly. "They were meant to be kissed. Slowly and endlessly."

His hand dropped to pick up one of hers. "As for you being stringy.." He guided her hand to her throat. "Feel the skin there. Have you ever felt such softness? So delicate, like the finest silk." Slowly he slipped her hand beneath the linen she wore to trace the length of her collarbone. "Here I see both the strength and the gracefulness that is part of you.." She watched as he lowered his dark head to plant soft kisses along her shoulder.

"Your hair..", he continued as he undid the leather thong that kept her braid intact. Running his hands through her braid, he loosened her hair and drew it about her shoulders to glint a deep, rich red in the candlelight. "Your hair is a miracle. I feel its softness and I know I'm in heaven." He buried his face in the red waves that cascaded down her back. She couldn't couldn't say a thing because she was too busy fighting the swirling emotions his words awoke in her.

Even as she watched, her laces in her bodice unraveled and its edges parted to reveal the soft skin beneath. He moved her hand to cup the fullness of one breast. His voice became almost worshipful. "And here, is pure beauty. The perfect curve, the firmness that makes my mind reel.", he whispered. Her nipples hardened under her fingers, their tips suddenly becoming pleasure centers as she started squirming under her own caresses. In the mirror, she saw her skin blush as an insidious heat flowed through her body.

And then suddenly, in a move that was almost brutal, Brandelein gripped the shoulders of her linen bodysuit and yanked it down to leave her totally naked.

"Now look at yourself and tell me that you're not beautiful!", he demanded.

Lorelei looked at herself then, in a way she had never done before. And saw what he saw. She saw herself glow, as for the first time in her life she felt truly beautiful.

She twisted around to press herself against him, her arms coming up to lock tightly around his neck. They lips met in a sudden blaze of heat. Her bare breasts rubbed against the leather of his surcoat, her nipples tightening into hard nubs because of the friction. His clothes seemed to melt away even as they pressed closer together. Skin slid over skin, soft sounds of pleasure floated through the room. She suddenly felt weightless as he swept her up and strode over to the silk draped divan.

She lay back into luxury, her lashes coming down to veil her eyes. Her hands found the strength of his shoulders, her fingertips tracing the shape of the muscles beneath. He leant over her, letting her touch his body to her heart's content. He gasped softly when her nails scratched lightly across his nipples, feeling himself tighten and focusing in on that spot. The cool air felt wonderful against his heated body, easing the urgency that had gripped him earlier..

She lingered over his back, enjoying the feel of long, lean muscles under her hands. She pulled softly, bringing him down to lie flush against her. One slender leg lifted to hook around his hip, pulling him closer. He let his hands trail down her sides and shaped the enticing curve of her behind. His fingers slipped in between her parted legs to dip into the moist flesh there. As he stroked her delicate flesh, he felt a sudden wave of wetness slide around his fingers. The slippery fluid between his fingertips brought with it provocative images of long, smooth strokes, delicious easy sliding, wetness and heat wrapped around his straining cock.. He groaned involuntarily as her hand closed around his shaft.

They began the rhythm, her strokes matching his caresses. He only had to speed up his finger's motion to have her rub him just the way he liked it. Her grip on him tightened, forcing a delicious groan deep out his throat. His free hand clutched convulsively as unknowingly he began grinding his entire hand against her mound. Lorelei gasped in delight, her strokes becoming a little erratic as she focused in on the pleasure her entire mons was receiving. Her hips started to thrust, even as she tried to keep on stroking him. Soft pants started to escape him as he came much too close to orgasm. Too soon! He pulled away from her, ignoring her surprised cry. Fitting himself between her parted legs, he applied himself to making this night one they would always remember...

His lips found and tugged gently on one taut nipple. A luminous smile settled across Lorelei's lips as she closed her eyes and tilted her head back into the silk pillows strewn across the divan. As she focused in on herself, the sensations intensified and took over. Indescribable pleasure.. not just from what he was doing but from the happiness that was swelling within her. Happiness and freedom... Her arms locked about his body and squeezed fiercely. Surprise took Brandelein as he found himself struggling for breath so he released her nipple. With a full-bodied laugh she arched up, her eyes still closed and her face glowing with joy. Her eyes flew open and shone up at him like a pair of emeralds. Passion retreated but something better came...

She shrieked and swatted him in the face with a pillow when he started tickling her. White cushions started flying every which way.. They were laughing hysterically when the fight sent them sliding off the couch to the hard floor. Brandelein scrambled to his feet, ready for another attack, but she took one look at him with his pillows and his raging erection and doubled up.

"If only your apprentices could see you now..", she gasped in between her giggles. Brandelein looked affronted and moved a pair of cushions over his groin, trying to look imposing. She took one look at the pink head determinedly peeking out among the white ruffles, gave up her dignity and screamed with laughter until the stitch in her side forced her to stop.

Still grinning uncontrollably, she parted the pillows over his groin and rose gracefully to her feet, drawing her body against his all the way. A tender smile waited for her at the end of her journey. His arms reached around her waist and drew her close for a hug. With a sigh, she snuggled her face into his neck and they began swaying to an silent melody, still wrapped tightly in each other's arms..

Her feet left the floor as they floated silently back to the rumpled couch. Her legs lifted and twined around his waist, her face still buried in his shoulder. He laid her back down on the divan, gently as if she were breakable. His body settled down onto hers, her legs unlocking from around his waist and bracing themselves on either side of him.

"Let me make it beautiful for you..", he whispered softly.

His eyes locked into hers and the connection coalesced between them. Suddenly Lorelei felt conflicting images within her. She was lean and slender, but she also had the thicker mass of an alien body. And a straining... heaviness in the organ she didn't have.. She gasped, her gaze locked with his. He deliberately stroked his penis against the wetness of her slit. A sound of sheer fascination escaped her as she felt his thickness slide slickly against her flesh, felt her wetness enfold his/her cock, the overpowering urge to thrust and glory in the tightness and undiluted pleasure that was a woman. All this and more flooded into her mind. She heard him groan, as he too felt her pleasure. It was almost as good as the wonder in his eyes...

She started moving under him, her entire body an erotic caress as she experienced for the first time a man's pleasure. Brandelein closed his eyes and held himself still above her as he concentrated on all the conflicting images and sensations. Skin sliding over damp skin, the swollen flesh between his/her legs, nipples heavy with blood, the pounding of two hearts.. Then instinct came screaming back into his consciousness as she ground herself heavily against his cock. Lorelei's eyes widened as she felt for the first time, the male mating urge. She couldn't believe it was that overpowering, that driven..

Brandelein came back to life, placing a soft pillow under her hips to cushion her and to angle her up for his thrusts. Anticipation shivering within both their bodies, making her feel slightly queasy from the unaccustomed intensity of it all. Brandelein positioned the head of his penis at her entrance looking deep into her eyes and strengthening the bond. His eyes dilated from the pleasure as he pushed slowly into her body. He came to a halt, gasping as the intensity almost overloaded his senses. The first thrust is incredible from both aspects, but when melded together...

Lorelei was almost sobbing, her eyes still locked with his, but she couldn't stop. Lifting her hips slowly, she took more of him in, forcing a groan from deep within him. Stretching/throbbing, feeling his iron control, her instinct to take him deeper.. As his cock rubbed past a sensitive spot, they both cried out. He could feel her drive, her instinctive knowledge that the next inch would be incredible, would be enough to take her over the edge.. and him. So he fought her, gasping as he tried to pull back. But she wouldn't let him, her legs locking around him, desperately holding him still in her hot, wet sheath. He couldn't do a thing as she rose up to claim him..

A groan forced itself from her throat as the thickness of his cock spread the walls of that special place deep inside her. A feeling of profound satisfaction a split second before her climax hit. She arched her back, the throbbing in her muscles sending the deep intense pleasure flooding through her, freezing her muscles. Dimly she heard a cry that was desperate pleasure and then there was the totally unfamiliar feeling of a massive, unstoppable force. The pleasure/pain of a violent thrust and then the shock of a spectacular explosion blasting through her whole body. She threw her head back and screamed as the sharp, mindless pleasure overtook her. Then suddenly new layers of dimension were added as his orgasm triggered one of hers.. She passed out.

They were out for a long time, as their bodies struggled to regain equilibrium. Lorelei came to first, tiny ripples of pleasure still flowing through her body. They were back in her room and Brandelein was a dead weight on her. So she summoned up the energy to roll him off onto his side. Locks of his hair fell across his face, and his lashes were dark shadows against his skin. With a tremulous smile, she reached out to brush the hair away from his forehead. At her touch, a shiver passed over his features and his eyes fluttered open. With a sudden sense of loss, she realised that the connection between them was broken and that she was alone within herself.

"Oh Mira," he groaned with his face in a pillow, "That was unbelievable. I feel like I've been used by several sex-crazed women." Lorelei grinned smugly and snuggled up against him.

"Why thank-you..."