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Café Midnight: Americano Misto Cynthia Sax Pierce has a softer, more carnal side. The challenge is… it resides in another dimension. Pierce can travel back and forth between dimensions. In the human world, he resembles a normal man. In the other dimension, he is mist. He has lived his life believing he is the only one of his kind. Primitive sex is the only thing binding Keisha to reality. When the brightly colored madness comes for her, she rushes into a coffee shop and orders much more than an Americano Misto. What she gets is a mysterious man, and a sexual encounter so steamy, it bridges both dimensions.
Chapter One “I‟m so sorry.” Keisha rolled off the sprawled, shrieking woman, and scrambled to her feet. Groceries were scattered everywhere. Spilt milk from a flattened carton dripped down her bare legs, an apple rolled on the sidewalk, and eggs lay broken, scrambled on the hot concrete, but Keisha didn‟t stop to help gather them up. She couldn‟t. She glanced behind her. The unnatural mist rolled nearer, calling to her, the grays and blacks of the cityscape swirling into a hazy mass. On the other side of that moving wall lay the bright oranges and pinks and blues of madness. She wouldn‟t allow it to draw her in. Keisha ran from the mist, scanning the building-filled horizon for her unsuspecting savior. The edges of her world, the realm of reality, were blurring, and she had to ground herself to something, someone. There was only one way to do that. She needed the deep physical connection that came with sex. A dark haired man stood by a building, a handheld in one hand and a coffee cup in the other. He was young and fit and large enough to cover her completely. He would do. Keisha approached him, slowing her pace so she didn‟t spook him. Her past hunting had taught her she couldn‟t appear too desperate, or he‟d dart away. He lifted the cup to his lips. She stopped. She recognized the logo on the cup. Keisha turned her head, surveying her surroundings, and spotted the earthy tones of the Café Midnight sign across the street. Hope loosened the coils of fear inside her. She was safe. Café Midnight might resemble any other up scale coffee house, with its tropical decor and pretty boy baristas, but she‟d heard they also had a reputation for serving up
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multiple orgasms with their java. She wouldn‟t have to proposition a stranger, risking time-wasting rejection. She could order a guaranteed “yes” instead. The mist rolled closer, the pull of madness tugging at her. It spurred her into action. She darted across the street, dodging honking cars, and burst through the glass doors, making a beeline for the counter. “Mist,” she panted the first word that came to her mind. “One Americano Misto coming right up.” The aggravatingly perky barista tapped her order into the register. “No.” She grabbed his thin, tanned forearms. “I want --” Sex, dirty, raw, primitive sex. “I know what you want, miss.” The employee gently removed her hands. He was stronger than he looked. “And I‟m not the being to give it to you, but if you take a seat, we‟ll have someone bring it to you.” His smile conveyed understanding. He couldn‟t understand. He was sane. She was not. “Quickly.” She hadn‟t much time. The mist seeped between the door and the frame, and it would reach her within minutes. Keisha positioned herself at a table for two, farthest from the door, closest to the counter. She needed someone, anyone. A burly man sat at the table beside her. He had a yellow plaid jacket on, and his black leather pants were stretched tight over a huge bulge. He casually rubbed that bulge with one big hand. He looked solid, and human, and his cock would more than do. “Sir.” The psychedelic lumberjack turned his head. His beard was green, and his red eyes looked right through her, a tiny spark of light dancing around his head. She recoiled from him. He wasn‟t real. He wasn‟t part of their world. The madness had found her. Keisha‟s legs were yanked apart, her bare ankles pressed against the cold steel of the chair legs. She struggled, but she was too late. The mist had her, its ghostly fingers stroking up her legs, over her calves, caressing her inner thighs. The cool air feathered the hot folds of her pussy, and she moaned with arousal.
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She knew the mist only existed in her mind, as Keisha had often, even as a child, seen what wasn‟t there. She‟d turn her head quickly and catch a glimpse of a fleeing creature. She‟d look into the night and see forms detach from the shadows. The beings never touched her, however, not before today. The mist fanned her pussy lips while pulsing compressed air into her tight hole. Her clit was attended to also, the light tapping on that pleasure button making her entire body hum, and she wiggled, her ass sliding over the wooden seat, searching for blessed friction. “I need…” “What do you need?” a deep voice asked. Keisha looked up into a pair of sparkling gray eyes, and her breath caught. The man‟s face was pale, with lines etched around a curved mouth. His short hair was a striking silver, and he dressed in a matching monochrome, wearing a classic gray suit, a plain gray tie, and a stark white shirt. He was classy and distinguished, and a tiny part of her squirmed with embarrassment over what she needed from him. “Your cock. In my pussy. Now.” He blinked those gray eyes slowly. “Not here.” He placed the disposable brown coffee cup on the table, wrapped his long fingers around her wrist, and pulled her to her feet. “Come.” The stranger dragged her through a back room, along a narrow hallway to a closed door. He rapped on the wood before swinging the door open. “Here.” The space was empty and small. There was a desk piled high with papers, and two chairs stacked with full file folders. “Bend over.” He unzipped his pants. “No.” She tugged up her skirt, exposing her neatly groomed mound. “I need you to fuck me face-to-face, your tongue in my mouth, your cock in my pussy.” The mist had accompanied them, undeterred by her new companion, and she required the full human connection to banish it. “Hard and fast and wild.” “I can do hard and fast and wild.” The stranger pulled down his gray pants and briefs. Even the coarse hair at the base of his large, pale cock was silver.
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“You have a condom?” Keisha was desperate, but she wasn‟t stupid. She didn‟t know him, or his sexual history. “There‟s no need.” Mist flowed around him as the man took a packet from his jacket. His face was soft, the edges fuzzy. He sounded certain, and she wanted to trust him, but she couldn‟t. “There is.” She took the packet from him, opened it, and rolled the condom over his hard cock. Once he was properly wrapped, she stroked him, and he groaned, pushing into her touch. The mist pushed into her, and the man‟s long, thin fingers clasped Keisha‟s arms, securing her, exciting her. “You feel so good, so hot and wet.” She was hot and wet, but he couldn‟t know that. He hadn‟t yet touched her pussy. And the stranger‟s skin and scent and voice shouldn‟t feel familiar to her, like she‟d been waiting for him, for this, her entire life. It was the madness speaking. “No foreplay, only fucking.” She wrapped one leg around his thigh, bouncing on her toes, trying to fit her pussy to his cock. She couldn‟t, as he was too tall, and she was too short. The mist reached out to her, pulling her upward, and a rumble moved up the man‟s stomach to his chest. “Only fucking,” he repeated. The stranger lifted her against the wall, his fingers cupping the soft flesh of her ass, and with one long, smooth movement, entered her, his cock spearing between her wet pussy lips. “Yes.” She arched back, her fingernails digging into his cotton shirt, angling her hips to take him completely, savoring the slide of flesh against flesh. This was what she needed. This was real. “Fuck me hard.” She wanted to feel it, their connection, temporary though it was. He grunted his acquiescence, drawing back his hips before thrusting them forward, smacking her ass against the drywall, rattling the certificates and photos hanging on the wall. They fucked, two strangers in the small, borrowed office. She didn‟t know his name. She didn‟t know why he fucked for money. All she knew was his
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large cock pounding into her pussy, his chest flattening her breasts, his breathing heavy in her ears. “Faster, harder,” she coaxed, clinging to the nape of his neck as he rode her. There was no softness in his face now. His jaw was clenched, his gray eyes were black with desire, and a vein plumped on his neck. Sweat ran in a rivulet down his cheek, and she reached out with her tongue and licked it. It was salty and wet and tasted of sex and him. “Kiss me.” She wanted to taste all of him, to suck up his flavor. He complied, his kiss rough and demanding, his lips grinding against her mouth until she tasted the metallic tang of blood. His tongue surged into her as his cock rammed into her pussy. “Fuck,” he cursed, his deep voice drawing tremors from her already primed body. “Fuck,” he repeated, as her pussy hummed around his cock. “Ahhh…” She dug into his shoulders with her fingernails and his ass with her heels, urging him forward. She needed more. She needed him imprinted on her body. She needed to feel. The mist swirled around them, binding them tighter and tighter together until she could barely breathe. Her chest felt restricted, and she panted, her lower body raw and stinging and so joyfully alive. “Now!” he shouted, crashing into her. “Yes!” She tilted her head back against the wall and screamed her surrender. “Fuck!” He roared his release, driving his hips fully forward, his cock pumping inside her. The mist was sucked into his form, his muscles growing even harder, his cheekbones sharp and defined. “Fuck.” He thrust three times more before leaning his forehead against hers, his eyes squeezed closed. “Thank you.” Keisha slid her feet to the ground and smoothed down her skirt. That had been the best fuck of her life, resulting in a connection closer than she‟d ever achieved, and she was tempted to stay and ask for a round two, but she didn‟t want to face his questions, or his judgments. It was simpler to leave and never look back. “How much do I owe you?”
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He opened one eye. “Owe me?” He plucked the rubber off his limp cock. The condom was empty, yet no liquid dripped down her legs. Had he not come? “You know, for the…” She waved her hand. For the fuck, she wanted to say, but she couldn‟t, knowing that it was more than that. “For the coffee.” It couldn‟t be more than that, as he was a male whore, and she battled madness. Keisha edged along the wall, away from him, putting the physical distance she needed between them. His hand shot out, his fingers sealing like steel bands around her wrist. “All I want is your name, and an explanation.” She tugged on her hand, but he wouldn‟t let go. “How long?” “Keisha.” She didn‟t offer her last name. He didn‟t need to know it. “And how long since when?” Since she last fucked someone? It had been almost a year, as the visions, the pull of her illness, had been manageable. She‟d spotted a fairy dry humping a tree in the faculty building, or an ogre sticking his cock into a ripe cantaloupe at the supermarket, but it was nothing she couldn‟t ignore. “How long have you been aware of the other dimension?” Her confusion must have been reflected on her face because he continued, “You see my mist. You saw the wood guardian at the table next to you. You clearly see the other dimension. How long has it been, and are there others like you?” “You saw the man in yellow?” Her mouth dropped open. How could they share the same vision… unless it wasn‟t a vision? “I‟m not crazy.” She slumped against the wall. “What do you mean by your mist?” “My mist.” He freed her, holding out his hand, his palm down, his fingers flat. They stretched and stretched and stretched, the molecules moving farther and farther apart until they became a hazy mist. “This is my form in the other dimension.” He clenched his fist, and his hand solidified once more. “I exist there and here. I thought I was the sole aberration, but you can see me; you see all of me, and you‟re the only one who can.” A heavy weight settled on Keisha‟s shoulders. “And I can touch you with my mist.” It pressed down until her legs collapsed under her. “I can‟t stop touching you.”
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She cried out as her legs were pulled forward, her skirt rolled back up to her waist, her knees bent and held apart. She writhed while the mist, that damn sexy mist, stroked her exposed pussy, the stranger watching her dispassionately. “Please,” she pleaded. For what, she didn‟t know. Air pumped into her, as rigid as the hardest cock, and she didn‟t want it to stop. She arched into the movement. “Please.” “Pierce,” he supplied his name. The buttons on her red silk blouse popped, the fabric ripping to reveal her black lace bra. “I can‟t control it. I‟ve never had to, and I don‟t know how.” The bra was pushed down, her breasts cupped, her nipples tweaked between ghostly fingers. The air cock ravaged her pussy, filling every inch of her channel, growing stiffer and larger, as it scooped up her juices. Hands slid along her back, supporting her. She couldn‟t move her limbs; her arms were stretched to the sides, and her feet were planted to the industrial brown carpet. She was helpless to prevent her seduction. “I gave you what you needed, hard and fast and wild. Now I‟m going to fuck you, Keisha, my way.” Pierce shrugged out of his jacket and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was pale and defined, ridges of muscles cascading down his stomach. “As this is what I need.” “Yes, I understand.” They needed the same thing, a physical connection to keep them in the human dimension, as Pierce called it, and they could find it in each other. He was the moon to her darkness, guiding her, securing her, knowing her. “No condoms.” Pierce grinned, his gray eyes sparkling. “They are useless. My mist can‟t be contained.” His mouth covered hers as he settled between her thighs, his cock easing between her quivering pussy lips. He didn‟t thrust; he remained motionless inside her as he kissed her deeply, his tongue twirling around hers, dancing, dancing, tantalizing her with taste and touch. She clenched at him with her inner muscles, sucking on his tongue, needing the smack of flesh on flesh, but still he didn‟t move, his weight dead on top of her, his cock sinking deeper and deeper until his balls flattened against her softness.
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“I can‟t stop touching you.” He kissed down her neck, over her collarbone, skimming the roundness of her breast, before capturing her nipple in his hot mouth. She pushed against him, her body remaining secured by his mist, and his cock bobbed a response inside her tight pussy, caressing her walls with his shaft. He suckled on her nipple with loud, vigorous slurps, the pull on her skin felt down to her womb, his hips grinding against hers, around and around until she thought she would go mad with the pressure. “Pierce, please,” she begged, digging her fingertips into the carpet. The warmth of soft flesh pressed against her lips. She stared toward it, and all she saw was mist. “Suck me, Keisha.” Suck him? But his cock was lodged deep inside her pussy. The pressure on her mouth increased until she parted her lips, and a mist-formed cock pushed its way inside, filling her mouth. She slid her tongue along his shaft, feeling the blood pump through his veins. It felt like a real cock, and she imagined she could feel the coarseness of the hair around his balls brushing against her chin. “That‟s it,” he murmured against her breast. She couldn‟t slow his invasion, her hands restricted, her hips pinned by his. He forced her to take all of him, his cockhead tapping against the back of her throat. Her throat convulsed around the thickness of his cock, and she tasted moisture -- the saltiness of a million tears. He withdrew and surged forward. She wanted to grab his ass, but she couldn‟t. All she could do was close her eyes and take it as he humped her face fervently, his mouth where it couldn‟t humanly be, nipping, sucking her breasts, his real cock pillaging her pussy, grinding her ass against the carpet, making her ass cheeks burn with friction. He used her body, pounding into her mouth and her pussy with his two cocks, uncaring that she had no say, no control over this fucking. It should have been humiliating, infuriating, but heat and moisture pooled in her lower body, and she sucked on his mist cock with everything she had. She couldn‟t get enough of him, of
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this. It was as carnal as anything she had ever seen in her visions, in that other dimension, and she didn‟t want it to stop. But it did stop. His ghost balls drew hard against her chin, and his human balls tightened against his body. “Take me, Keisha.” He grunted with the force of his thrusts, his teeth grazing her nipples. “Take both of me.” He thrust into her pussy and her mouth, moisture with the thickness of cum shooting down her throat, heat penetrating the walls of her womb. She screamed and arched, absorbing his release, quieting only when he lay on top of her, mist and man, his being becoming one with hers. “That should do me for a while.” Pierce levered himself off of Keisha, and peered down at her beautiful face. Her curls, clipped close to her skull, made her brown eyes look even larger than they were, her full lips glistened with the moisture of his mist, and an endearing blush tinted her dark skin. She was gorgeous, and she saw him, all of him. “For a while?” She laughed softly, the sound making his stomach squeeze. “You‟re insatiable.” “Yeah, I am.” He grimaced. Especially around you. His mist had never been able to feel another human before, and even now it prowled around her like a dangerous predator, hungry for another taste. “Half of me is from the other dimension.” He saw from her widening eyes that she understood. The other dimension revolved around sex and pain and other carnal experiences. “I need to touch.” “You can touch in the other… dimension?” She hesitated before saying the word. Pierce didn‟t know if it was truly another dimension, but it was the way he had always thought of it. They shared the same earth, yet something separated their worlds. “Yeah.” Pierce sat up, the conversation feeling surreal. For so many years, he had struggled with his split worlds alone. There were those, like his friend Thorne, who knew of the other dimension, but only he had visited it. “Can‟t you?” “No.” Keisha pulled the pieces of her blouse closer together. His mist didn‟t like that, tugging at the fabric. “I can‟t touch or speak to them. I can see them, feel them, hear them, even smell them.” She wrinkled up her nose, and Pierce chuckled. Many of
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the smells in the other dimension weren‟t pleasant. “They can‟t see me. It is like I‟m watching television, except…” “It‟s real.” He dressed, his thoughts churning as he came to terms with their differences. They weren‟t the same, but they were similar enough to satisfy him. “They don‟t know you‟re there?” Her invisibility could be useful. “No.” She stood, pulling down her skirt, his mist swirling around her legs, slightly appeased by her lack of panties. He liked her moist pussy. It felt like home. He draped his jacket over her shoulders, feeling primitively possessive. She was a beautiful woman, and other males would look at her, but they couldn‟t touch her. She was now his. Pierce withdrew a piece of paper from his pocket. “Have you seen this before?” Her fingers brushed his as she leaned forward to study the picture of the dagger closely. “No.” She chewed on her bottom lip, and Pierce ached to kiss her, his mist skimming her soft flesh. “I‟ve seen one with an emerald, but not a ruby, and it had a curved horn, not snakes.” “I‟m looking for this specific one.” The dagger was able to slice through the fabric of time and space, allowing its owner, currently a flesh-eating goblin, to travel from one dimension to another. “And him?” Pierce turned the page over. “Have you seen him?” The artist depicted Globum perfectly, capturing the snaggle tooth curling from his bottom jaw and the nose-sized wart on his left cheek. A long, green hair sprouted from that wart. “Yes.” Keisha backed away, disgust twisting her face. Globum was a nasty piece of work, fucking and killing -- not necessarily in that order -- any being he came across. “Do you remember where?” Pierce had been looking for a short cut to Globum‟s castle. His nearest entry point was an hour‟s walk away. “Of course.” She squeezed her thighs together, denying his mist access to her pussy.
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It was a defensive, protective motion. Globum fucked everything and everyone. A part of Pierce froze at the thought of his greedy, grubby hands running over Keisha‟s soft skin. “He didn‟t touch you?” She shuddered. “He can‟t, thank God, but I never want to see him again.” That created a problem. “Even if it meant saving the world?”
Chapter Two Pierce paced around the perimeter of his living room. “You don‟t understand. There is no other choice.” He‟d spent the past hour trying to convince her to look for the dagger, but she refused, declaring that there had to be some other way. Seated on his black leather couch, Keisha drew her feet under her ass. “No, you don‟t understand.” She took a deep breath, drawing his attention to her pert breasts. They were soft and succulent like the freshest fruit, and he itched to take a bite out of them. “Every time I cross over, it‟s more and more difficult to come back.” Pierce heard the fear in her voice. She didn‟t know him well enough to trust he‟d keep her safe. He would. He had searched his entire life for someone like her, and he wouldn‟t lose her now. “I‟ll --” “Is the bastard back?” Thorne lumbered forward, a semi-automatic submachine gun slung over one broad shoulder. Pierce grimaced as the front door slammed shut behind him, rattling the frame. His friend was huge and had a heavy hand. Walls cracked and furniture splintered around him. “I hope so, „cause I have a serious longing to split that goddamn goblin‟s head open and dance on his fucking brains.” The halogen lights shone down on deep scars running from his cheek to his chin, and Keisha gasped. “Please excuse the cussing, Ma‟am.” The blond giant nodded to her, flushing a bright red. “When I think of what that creature has done, I forget all the good manners my momma taught me.” “I‟ve heard cussing before, and call me Keisha.” She stood, stretching out her hand. Pierce felt a flash of irritation as Thorne brushed his lips over her knuckles. The ladies found his friend charming, too charming. “You must be Thorne.” “That‟s me, Miss Keisha.” He winked. “Are you helping us to ice this asshole?” “I…” She bit her bottom lip as she looked to Pierce for an answer.
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“He‟s not this side… yet.” Pierce was thankful for that. Every time Globum crossed over, innocent people died. “And if we find that dagger, that yet won‟t ever happen.” “Pierce.” Keisha dropped her gaze. “The dagger is in his fortress. It has to be, and if I could search it, I would.” Wanting to comfort her, he rubbed her bare arms, his mist stroking her back. “But I can‟t. He can see me in mist form, and he‟ll attack me the minute I appear.” Although he had tried numerous times, Globum‟s castle was huge and tightly monitored, and he needed hours, not seconds to find the small object. “I can‟t search either.” She laid her head on Pierce‟s chest, and he felt her tremble. “I can‟t move anything.” “You can follow and watch him.” Globum was a goblin, and goblins checked on their treasures, needing the constant reassurance that they were safe. “Find out where he hides it, tell Thorne to relay the location, and then cross back over. That‟s all you need to do.” He‟d retrieve the dagger. “And if I can‟t cross back over?” She crossed her arms, holding her waist. “If I‟m stuck forever, not able to touch anything or ask for help or be seen, what happens to me then?” Pierce crooked his finger under her determined chin and tilted her face up toward him. Obscenely long eyelashes framed her big, brown eyes. “You forget. I can see you, hear you, touch you, in this dimension and the next.” He brushed her lips with his. “Call for me. I‟ll come get you and fuck you back into the here and now if I have to.” He‟d like to do that right now. His cock hardened against her stomach. “Ummm… I‟m still here.” Thorne‟s deep voice cut through the intimacy. “Y‟all want to me to leave so you can be alone?” “Yes.” Hunting Globum could wait. “No.” Keisha‟s reply overrode his. She sighed deeply. “If we‟re to do this, we‟ll do it right away, before I think about it too much.” She held onto Pierce‟s arms. “Are you sure you can‟t be with me?”
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“I‟m sure.” Pierce shook his head, guilt making his response sharper than he intended. Their forced separation was entirely his fault. He couldn‟t control his mist, and when she crossed over, his mist would follow. “He‟ll see me.” Globum watched for him. “But Thorne will be on this side with your physical body the entire time.” His friend was completely human, and couldn‟t cross over to the other dimension, much to the big man‟s frustration. “He‟ll call me at the first sign of any trouble.” “I won‟t leave you, Miss Keisha.” Thorne hefted the machine gun closer to his neck. “And if Globum dares to cross over, I‟ll blast his drooling chin into next Sunday.” Pierce knew Thorne would make good on that promise, as Globum had been responsible for the scar on his face, and the death of his sister. He kissed Keisha‟s forehead, trying to reassure both her and himself. She‟d be safe. “I‟ll be a call away. The second you need me, I‟ll be by your side.” “Then let‟s go find your dagger.” Keisha‟s smile didn‟t reach her eyes.
*** The pink suns hung heavy in the orange sky as Globum slunk through his home. In fairy tale books, goblins lived in dark, dissolute caves, but in this alternate dimension, Globum, the leader of a ragged band of goblins, lived in a sprawling castle with a color scheme so bright, it hurt Keisha‟s eyes. Reds and blues and yellows competed for dominance. Unfortunately, Globum smelled as one would expect a goblin to smell. He reeked of dark, refuse-filled alleys and urine-soaked public toilets. He also dined on pastel fairy wings and small, furry animals. His dinner was so horrific, Keisha had to turn away, and, if she could have felt her human body, the scene would have curdled her stomach. But she couldn‟t feel her human body, not any longer. She vaguely remembered that she‟d left her physical form in a deserted warehouse, and that someone, a big someone, watched over her, but even those memories were slowly fading. The pull of the alternative dimension was too strong, and it desired to keep her, forever.
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She climbed the winding, moss-green staircase, trailing Globum, the being she knew she must follow, although she couldn‟t recall why. She was searching for an object, and he was the key. She didn‟t know what that object was, but when she saw it, she would recognize it, or so she hoped. Keisha decreased the gap between her and the goblin as he opened a door. A closed door had separated them previously, leaving her to wait in a hallway until he exited. She‟d felt a sense of panic, like that mistake had been critical, and she didn‟t wish for that to happen again. “My pretties.” Globum‟s voice was screechy high. “Master.” Three female creatures lay upon a mattress that reached from one wall to the other, displaying ghostly white bodies that would make Hollywood actresses envious, their breasts large and firm, their legs long and lean, and their hips curved to perfection. They smiled in welcome, and Keisha winced. Their faces resembled squids that had been tossed to the bottom of a fisherman‟s boat and stepped upon. “We have been waiting for you, Master.” The tallest female was the first to approach the goblin, the other two creatures closely following. They peeled Globum‟s robes from his thin, bony frame, drawing him onto the bed. The dominant female dropped his trousers, and Keisha sucked in her breath. Globum had the largest cock she‟d ever seen. It was erect, curved, and dripped with a bluish-green liquid. “You brought us a present.” The females squealed with delight, three sets of hands covering, stroking, caressing his shaft. “This present needs tending to, pretties.” Globum thrust his saggy ass forward, his long, ill-kept fingernails curving over his defined hipbones. Elbows jabbed into breasts as the females jostled for position, the tallest winning the coveted job of sucking his cock. She opened wide, the gushing cockhead leaving a trail of colored cum as it disappeared into her tentacle-covered mouth. Her large, round eyes rolled back in her hairless head, as though his taste was as sweet as chocolate. One losing female spread Globum‟s loose ass cheeks to probe his hole with her tongue and fingers while the other rolled onto her back, sliding under the dominant
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female. She licked her perfect pussy lips, nibbling on the wet folds, tickling an abnormally large clit with the tip of her tongue. Heat pooled in Keisha‟s pussy. She‟d been aroused since arrival, the alternative dimension flooded with the scent of sex and other deviant pleasures. Globum was repulsive and hideous, but her body hungered to be filled, and that cock should do the job adequately. It should, except it wasn‟t the right cock. It wasn‟t the cock belonging to her, although she couldn‟t remember whom that cock was attached to. There was a fleeting vision of gray eyes and a blanket of gray, but that was all, and the need, the want in her was growing. Keisha felt the keen bitch-slap of guilt as she stripped naked, unable to watch and not pleasure herself. Warm skin brushed against her face, her arms, her back. It was light and dissatisfying and unfamiliar so she shrugged the connection away, until it disappeared, and she was swathed in coolness once more. She stroked herself, watching the dominant female bob her head, Globum‟s cock appearing and disappearing between pale lips, the flesh glistening with saliva and other juices. The goblin‟s hideous visage twisted, and he began to thrust harder and harder into the female‟s mouth, causing her to gag and gasp and slurp. “I‟m coming, my pretties.” Globum withdrew his pulsing cock, his fingers squeezing the base, and the females gathered around him, their ugly faces lit up with excitement. He yanked vigorously on his shaft, and bluish-green cream squirted onto the females‟ faces. They laughed as he milked his cock, covering their skin. When he was drained dry, they eagerly licked the cum off each other‟s cheeks and lips and tentacles. Bodies entwined, tongues touching tongues, fingers squeezing breasts, asses brushing against hairless mounds. Keisha‟s fingers plunged deeper and harder into her pussy, yet she couldn‟t find satisfaction. The other room inhabitants didn‟t have that problem. The females frolicked and played, finger- and tongue-fucking each other shamelessly. Globum sprawled at the head of the bed, his legs spread open, his hand working his rapidly hardening cock.
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When his cock was stiff to his satisfaction, he snapped his fingers. “Line up, my pretties. Get your asses in a row.” The females disentangled themselves, scrambling over the mattress. They positioned themselves on hands and knees, aligning their asses side by side. Their knees were apart, exposing their wet pussies. “Ready, Master,” they informed Globum in unison. “Are you?” He slapped one pale ass. “I question that.” Twittering, the other two females arched their backs, pushing their asses farther in the air, and the goblin obligingly slapped those cheeks too, reddening them. Keisha‟s own ass twitched. She wanted palm prints on her darker skin, from a thicker, broader hand, one that she knew, one that she vaguely remembered. “Better.” Kneeling behind the first female, Globum stroked himself with rough, sharp pulls, his cock oozing with precum, his balls hanging low. “You‟ll each get three thrusts.” He held the female‟s hips, his jagged fingernails digging into her pale skin, his dripping tip teasing her pussy. “Count.” With one hard continuous movement, he buried himself in her. “One,” the female called out. Globum slowly withdrew his long, thick cock until his rim was visible. She swayed as he thrust again. “Two,” the female counted. Keisha licked her lips as the goblin pulled out. That‟s what she needed. The next entry was so vigorous, the massive bed skidded on the glossy floor. “Three.” The female sighed, her shoulders drooping. Globum moved to the next female, his cock wet from the pussy juices of the first. “Count,” he instructed again as he repeated the process. He fucked the females in order, giving them first three thrusts of his cock, then four, then five. Keisha dropped onto her hands and knees, fervently masturbating herself into a frenzy, imagining that she was also in his assembly fuck line. And then the fucking wasn‟t only in her imagination. A comforting gray mist fell upon her back, draping over her shoulders, curling around her breasts. Large hands squeezed and released, squeezed and released her breasts, catching her nipples between
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fingers and thumbs. A cockhead probed her wet, hot pussy, and she pushed back into it. The mystery man, a man she knew, a man she loved, drove forward, filling her, his hips slapping against her ass. He slammed into her again and again. Her breathing became strained. Globum and his trio of females moved farther and farther away from her until the brightness became darkness and then light again. She stared, not at the sagging ass of the hideous goblin but into watchful blue eyes. A blond giant sat on a folding chair, a submachine gun aimed in her direction, his body tense with anticipation. “You with me, Keisha?” Pierce huffed as he ravaged her pussy, tightening their connection with each thrust. “Yes, barely.” She was back in the warehouse, and she was naked, on her hands and knees, being fucked by the man she loved. He‟d done as he had promised, crossing over to get her, but she was achingly aware that she could slip back, their connection flimsy and fragile. “Please harder, deeper, faster,” she called encouragement, uncaring of their audience, her body quivering with the beginnings of a soul-binding orgasm. Once she came, she‟d be safe. “Fuck.” The one word expressed his relief, and his fear. Keisha didn‟t know how long she had been away, but it must have been too long, the other dimension clinging to her, calling her. She ignored that plea, focusing on the man riding her body. She bucked against Pierce, adding the contact between her back and his chest. He smacked her ass, the way Goblum had slapped his females‟ asses, and that excited Keisha, her pussy vibrating with building pleasure. She imagined that she was part of the line-up, allotted only a few strokes of Pierce‟s cock before he moved onto the next woman. She would find satisfaction with those strokes. She would, she was so close. Pierce grunted with the exertion, his balls smacking against her skin, his hands covering her shoulders, holding her still, restricting her movements. That restraint pushed Keisha over the edge. She screamed his name, her pussy clutching his cock until he roared, squirting his hot cum into her.
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“Fuck, Keisha.” Pierce collapsed on top of her perspiration-slicked body. “That was close.” “Too close,” a deep voice agreed. Keisha had forgotten about Thorne. He‟d seen her naked, and he‟d watched them fuck like the creatures he hunted, yet when she looked at him, he winked, his expression unconcerned and careless. “That bastard didn‟t cross over with her, though.” He sounded disappointed. “Maybe next time.” He juggled his gun. Fear skittered her hazy fulfillment. “No next time,” Keisha refused. She‟d almost lost herself with this crossover. “No next time,” Pierce agreed, hugging her close to him. His heart beat wildly against her shoulder. “We‟ll find some other way.” He kissed the sensitive flesh behind her ear.
Chapter Three Pierce sprawled on the bed, his mist resting heavily over his naked woman. He knew she wanted, needed that connection, that weight, and he happily indulged her, his concerns eased slightly by her warmth. He drifted his fingertips over her sleeping face. He‟d come close to losing her last night. When he arrived at the warehouse, she‟d been a ghostly apparition, a paler shade of her sexy self. She hadn‟t let Thorne touch her. Pierce smiled. She hadn‟t wanted a connection with anyone but him. She knew, even desperate and trapped in the other dimension, that he was the only man for her. Her eyelashes fluttered on her dark cheeks. She was waking. He leaned over her and brushed her full lips with his. She gasped, inhaling part of his mist, and opened her brown eyes. “Good morning.” She stretched, her supple form undulating. “It will be.” Pierce wrapped his mist around her wrists and ankles, pulled them tight, and pinned them to the mattress. “What are you doing?” Her eyes widened, and her nipples tightened. He grinned. He‟d noticed that she liked being restrained, being fastened in place, as though it kept her securely in this dimension. “I‟m having breakfast.” Pierce bent his head, then trailed kisses over her forehead, her eyelids, her cheekbones, slowly, leisurely outlining her lips before dropping to her determined chin. “Delicious.” He would savor her, treasure her, the way her beauty warranted. He followed a pulsing vein down her neck. “Like a cup of rich, hot coffee.” “Hhhhmmm… I do like coffee.” Her voice was husky with passion.
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“An Americano Misto?” Pierce licked a breast, sucking one pert nipple into his mouth. She was sinfully soft, and so very responsive, her stomach quivering under his palm as he suckled. “It was a slip of the tongue. All I could think of was your mist.” She pushed her hips up, rubbing her body against his. He was hard -- he‟d been hard all morning -- but he first needed to taste her, all over, reassuring himself that she was healthy and whole. “And all I could think of was you.” He nipped Keisha gently, and she squeaked. His obsession must have been obvious, as Jessie, Café Midnight‟s owner, had instructed the barista to give him Keisha‟s beverage. “I longed to do this then.” He mouthed over Keisha‟s trembling stomach, swirling his tongue around the rim of her bellybutton, pausing above neat black curls. They were cropped as ruthlessly close as those on her head, exposing the dark flesh underneath. “My mist --” “Your mist did do this.” Her chuckle was deep and sexy. He swept over her pussy lips with his tongue, and she jerked against her restraints, her lips parted. “Ohhh…” She moved under him. “Maybe not this.” He grinned. “No, not this.” He lowered on top of her, burying his mouth into her pussy, licking and sucking and slurping up her fresh cream. She tasted like a mixture of both dimensions, pure and carnal, human and otherworldly, and he wouldn‟t waste a drop. He peeled back her layers, sliding his tongue between her folds, cleaning her thoroughly, and her breathing turned ragged, her body twisting under his, exciting his mist, his animal side. As he feasted upon her pussy, pulsing into her wet hole, his mist stroked her breasts, tweaked her nipples, slapped her thighs. Her control was as stretched as her body. She cried out his name in urgent little pants, her fingers raking the bed sheets, her toes curling. Pierce was so hard he was in pain, but he needed to push her over the edge before reaching for his own satisfaction. He pushed the skin back from her clit, her throbbing pleasure point, and Keisha stilled, watching him, her eyes large, her body vibrating like a string pulled tight.
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He grinned at her. “No, not this.” Pierce held her gaze as he extended his tongue. One brush on her clit was all it took. She snapped, flying upward, screaming, and he quickly thrust his tongue into her pussy, feeling the strength of her orgasm, her walls pulsating around him. “Pierce, Pierce, Pierce.” His name was slurred with happiness. Released from her mist restraints, Keisha drew him upward, holding his head tightly to her soft chest. Pierce waited for her breathing to level, his hard cock nestled between her thighs. Once she was recovered, he‟d raise her passions once more, experiencing her orgasm around his shaft. There was a loud bang as the front door to his one-bedroom apartment slammed shut, and Pierce froze, his muscles bunching, ready to protect Keisha. “Good morning, lovebirds. I brought coffee,” Thorne hollered. “And doughnuts.” “Fuck.” Pierce scrambled out of bed. “Give us a second,” he yelled back, yanking a pair of dress pants over his rock-hard erection. “I‟ll go hold him off,” he told Keisha. His friend had a lack of concern for personal space, and would have no problem joining the two of them in bed. That wasn‟t going to happen, not if Pierce could help it. Thorne might have seen them bare-assed fucking last night, but that didn‟t mean he wanted the big man touching Keisha. Pierce pulled a fresh white dress shirt on and trudged out of the bedroom, his bare feet slapping on the cool tiled floor. Thorne was spread out on the leather couch, a disposable coffee cup in one hand and a Boston cream doughnut in the other. The submachine gun lay across his lap. “What are you doing here?” Pierce demanded. “You said „see you tomorrow.‟ It is tomorrow.” Thorne shrugged and popped the entire doughnut in his mouth. He chewed and then swigged the coffee. “And you need me to watch Miss Keisha when she crosses back over.” “She‟s not crossing back over.” Pierce reached for a coffee, both cups marked black, and sank into the armchair across from Thorne. His “see you tomorrow” had been a flippant comment, not a set of instructions.
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Blond eyebrows lowered, signaling disapproval of Pierce‟s decision. Pierce didn‟t care. He wouldn‟t put Keisha at risk again. “So what is the alternate plan?” Thorne picked an apple fritter out of the doughnut box. The alternate plan was the original plan, the one he had formulated before meeting Keisha. “I cross over. I take a goblet from Globum‟s precious treasure hoard, ensuring he sees me, and I come back. He follows, using the dagger to slice through the dimensional barrier. You‟ll be waiting for him and kill him with that big gun you keep waving around. We take the dagger and destroy it.” “How will we know when he crosses over?” Thorne addressed the hole in his plan. “When he attacks me.” Pierce tried to act casual. A goblin like Globum could kill a human in seconds. His mist might protect him, or it might not. He could die. He sipped his coffee, tasting the full-bodied roast and Keisha. Sacrificing his life to keep the world safe was much easier to contemplate when he had nothing to live for. Keisha had changed that. “You‟ll have to stick close to me.” Thorne stared into the doughnut box. “You sure about this? If Miss Keisha --” “I won‟t risk Keisha, and yeah, I‟m sure.” Pierce straightened his shoulders. Stopping Globum was dangerous, but it had to be done, and he was the only one in the world who could do it. Two more doughnuts disappeared into Thorne‟s mouth before he nodded. “It‟ll work. The likelihood of you living is low, but it will work. When?” “Soon. I have to settle some things first.” He had amassed a fortune, straddling the two worlds. He‟d transfer that fortune to Keisha, hoping the cash would provide her some comfort if he died. *** Keisha didn‟t relish seeing Pierce‟s friend. He had seen her naked, but worse than that, he‟d seen her lose her grasp on their dimension. She was weak, and she‟d failed. He had witnessed that failure.
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So she took her time getting ready. She showered, fixed her hair, applied her makeup, and found one of Pierce‟s crisp white shirts to wear over her dusty pants. The front door had opened and closed before she peeked out of the bedroom, hoping to see an empty apartment, but instead Thorne‟s blue-eyed gaze met hers, and she was forced to reluctantly move into the living room. “Morning,” she mumbled. “Good morning, Miss Keisha.” Thorne stood, the top of his head just barely clearing the ceiling. “I brought coffee, though I expect yours is cold now. I apologize. I could --” He gestured to the front door. “No, no, I‟m fine. Sit down.” She perched on the edge of the armchair and peered into the doughnut box. Icing drips caked the cardboard. “No doughnuts either, sorry. I didn‟t buy enough.” Thorne slumped down on the couch, his tanned face red. “I shouldn‟t eat doughnuts anyway.” Keisha patted her stomach, smothering her envy of the male metabolism. The box had a giant twelve written across it, which meant, between the two of them, the men had demolished twelve doughnuts. “Did Pierce go out?” she asked, although the answer was obvious. She didn‟t want to talk about last night, and she didn‟t know what else to say to Pierce‟s friend. “Yes, Ma‟am… Miss Keisha,” Thorne corrected himself. “Pierce, he‟s taking care of things. He‟s a good man, Miss Keisha. He wouldn‟t have suggested you cross over if he had known. Last night --” “Last night was unusual.” Her face heated. She wasn‟t normally so helpless. The allure of the other dimension had been growing stronger, and her resistance weaker. Blue eyes narrowed. “It isn‟t always like that?” “It is never like that.” Keisha tilted her chin up. “I stayed too long. Next time --” “Pierce says there won‟t be a next time, though I suspect after we kill Globum, he might change his mind, but then I don‟t figure Pierce will be around --” “What!” Keisha bounced off the armchair‟s leather seat cushion. Thorne didn‟t figure Pierce would be around? “What exactly does he plan to do?” There was silence, Thorne‟s forehead wrinkling with thought. “Thorne…”
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“He‟s using himself as bait, Miss Keisha. He won‟t risk you crossing over again. He plans to draw Globum to this side, but it‟s risky because goblins are --” “Fast and vicious and bloodthirsty,” Keisha completed, pacing back and forth, a future without Pierce stretching out in front of her. She couldn‟t do it. She would truly go mad, and there‟d be no one to save her. “He‟s crazy, absolutely nuts.” She threw her hands up. “He‟s going to get himself killed. We have to stop him.” “He‟s determined.” Thorne shook his head. “He says this is the only way.” “But it isn‟t the only way.” Keisha stopped, her stocking feet skidding on the tiled floor. “I‟ll cross over.” “He‟ll stop you,” Thorne warned. “He won‟t know.” She was petrified, but she wouldn‟t lose Pierce now that she had finally found him. “I need you to drive me to the warehouse, Thorne, and bring your big gun.”
Chapter Four An hour later, they stood in the deserted warehouse. Pierce had called, and Keisha had told him they were going out to run errands. She didn‟t tell him that one errand was finding a dagger hidden in a goblin‟s home. “If I don‟t come back --” Keisha stared across the warehouse at a broken window, focusing on the sun reflecting off the jagged pieces of glass rather than the emotions tugging at her insides. “-- tell Pierce I love him.” She had never said the words, and she regretted it now. “You won‟t stay long, Miss Keisha, short trips back and forth,” Thorne advised, his gun slung over one broad shoulder. She allowed the pull of the other dimension to draw her in. The force was stronger than she had ever felt before, determined to keep her. “I don‟t control when I
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return, Thorne.” She was like a piece of metal caught between two magnets, the stronger magnet winning. Thorne‟s roar of horror faded, as did the walls of the warehouse. There was darkness and then unbearable brightness. She blinked, aiding her eyes‟ adjustment to the clashing primary colors of the goblin‟s home. Globum was easy to locate. She moved through the castle, following the scared glances of his servants, their heads turned in the direction of their harsh master. Keisha regretted her drive-thru egg sandwich breakfast, her stomach tumbling as his stench grew stronger. She found the goblin standing in front of a henchman, who was wielding a whip. His victim wore the uniform of Globum‟s cleaning staff, the fabric torn off her wide, humped back, her pink skin bloody with welts. The female whimpered with each snap of the whip. “No one enters that room, no one.” Globum shook with fury, his sharp teeth bared. “Whip her until she loses consciousness, then whip her some more. Don‟t kill her. I need my bed chamber cleaned.” After imparting those instructions, the goblin turned and stomped away, muttering. Knowing there was nothing she could do for the maid, Keisha followed him as he moved along a lengthy corridor. He paused at a closed door, looking fervently around him as though afraid someone was watching him before withdrawing a skeleton key from up his sleeve and unlocking the door. Keisha pressed her body close to the goblin‟s cold, clammy form and slipped into the room with him. She blinked at the brightness of the room, light from small barred windows reflecting off the gold and gems heaped from floor to ceiling. This was his treasure chamber, and it was here that she would find the object. Keisha closed her eyes, trying to picture the object she needed. Silver, sharp… a dagger. With that image secure in her mind, she watched over the goblin‟s bony shoulder as he inventoried his loot, moving crowns, goblets, necklaces, and gemstones the size of her fist from one pile of treasure to another. He tossed aside a dagger that was similar to
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what she needed but wasn‟t exactly right. He cackled with joy at seeing a ring with a severed finger still attached. He admired his reflection in a golden shield. The hoarded treasure was endless, and Keisha was wondering how she would ever find a small dagger in the immense pile, when Globum slid a small chest across the stone floor. “My pretty.” He took velvet fabric out of the chest, unfolding it to reveal a dagger, the dagger. Keisha‟s body stiffened with excitement. She had found it. She grabbed the hilt, eager to snatch the dagger from the goblin, but she couldn‟t lift its slight weight. She couldn‟t move the dagger, yet she had to have it. How? Call for me. A memory stirred, soft and faint. I’ll come get you. “Help!” she yelled, her words making no sound. “Help!” She didn‟t know who would help her, but someone would, she was sure of it. Minutes passed with no help coming, and Keisha began to doubt herself. She continued to call, despairing that she would receive an answer. Globum completed his perusal of his treasure room, appearing satisfied, and moved to the door. Keisha wavered, torn between staying and leaving. She couldn‟t open a closed door. If she didn‟t follow Globum, she would be trapped in the room until he next visited it. But -she looked at the chest -- she had to stay with the dagger. The dagger was important. “Help!” she tried once more. A mist swept under the door, around Globum‟s feet. Keisha recognized the mist. She loved the mist, and the mist would help her. “It‟s in there.” She pointed to the chest. Ghostly fingers flipped the lid open, lifting the velvet. Relief flooded Keisha‟s heart. He could touch the dagger. He would secure it for her. “What the…” Globum turned. “Not you!” He ran toward the chest, but he was too late -- the mist and the dagger were gone. He had left her. Keisha stared at where the mist had evaporated. He had left her alone in this world -- but no, that wasn‟t right. He wouldn‟t leave her. Hope kindled inside her. He loved her. He would come back.
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She watched, uncaringly, as Globum stormed around the room, raging to the world about the theft of his dagger, his pretty. When the goblin finally left, slamming the door shut after him, roaring down the corridor for his guards, Keisha stayed in the room. The mist would come back for her, she knew he would, and when he did, he‟d look in the last place he saw her. She would wait for him. The double suns slowly lowered, shadows falling across the stone. Keisha stayed in the fading light. Someone had to see her. She didn‟t know who that someone was, and she didn‟t know why, but it was important.
*** “I have to get her,” Pierce yelled at Thorne. If anything happened to her, he‟d send the big man to the other dimension in itty-bitty pieces. Thorne studied his watch. “Give it a few more minutes.” “A few more minutes? Look at her.” Pierce waved his hand at Keisha‟s transparent form. She was fading from view, her beautiful face displaying a heartbreaking resignation. “There won‟t be enough of her to save if I wait much longer.” “If you return, and Globum is there, he‟ll kill you, and there will be no one to rescue Miss Keisha, will there?” Thorne‟s logic made sense, but it didn‟t ease Pierce‟s anxiety. Keisha was alone and needed him. “Two more minutes.” The next two minutes were the longest of Pierce‟s life. “Destroy the dagger, Thorne,” he instructed when the time had finally come to cross over. He peeled off his clothes, standing in front of an unseeing Keisha. If the goblin was there, they‟d have to fuck fast, giving Keisha the physical connection she needed, and get the hell out of there. “…if we don‟t come back.” “I will.” Thorne‟s voice faded as Pierce shifted fully into mist form. “Eventually.” Pierce shrugged away the worry Thorne‟s conditional agreement caused him, concentrating on finding Keisha. Guards were positioned outside the treasure room. They‟d expected him to return. He hesitated. Globum‟s goblins were quick, and would
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capture him before he fully connected with Keisha. He needed a distraction and -- he grinned -- there was no bigger distraction than himself. He split into two. One half passed before the guards. The goblins looked at him and then at each other, before leaving their positions to chase him. The remaining part of his mist swept under the door. Keisha sat on the cold floor, looking so lost and forlorn that he wanted to call out to her, but he couldn‟t. Globum would hear any words spoken. Instead, he wrapped around her, stroking her, touching her, comforting her. “You came back.” She sighed, arching into his touch. “I knew you would.” There was a noise outside the door. The other half of his mist had dissipated, rejoining his, the molecules spreading so thinly that the guards could no longer see them. The guards would return to their posts. They might open the door, so he had to be quick. Pierce pushed Keisha onto her back, hastily stripping her of her clothes, and covered her with a body resembling his human form. She gasped at the rough treatment, and he surged into her mouth, filling it with mist. He plunged in and out, in and out, sucking up her moisture, nibbling on tiny tastes of her, adding it to his mist. In this dimension, he felt her, all of her, against all of him. He had never experienced anything like it with any other being, and he couldn‟t get enough of her. He couldn‟t savor the moment. He heard growling at the door. Had Globum found out the guards had left their stations? Pierce pulled Keisha toward the other dimension, but their connection wasn‟t yet strong enough, and she didn‟t move. He needed to touch more of her, quickly. Continuing to explore her mouth, he pried Keisha‟s clenched thighs apart. They hadn‟t much time. She required a cock, his cock, inside her, and he longed for the warm wetness of her pussy. He probed between her pussy lips, positioning his cock at the entrance of her tight hole, and thrust with all the power of his mist. She cried out, bucking upward, and he drove into her again, harder, smacking her ass against the stone. They struggled for dominance. She pushed up, trying to
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quicken his pace, and he flattened her body with his thrusts, capturing her between his hard body and the even harder floor. They fucked fiercely, madly; the small room filling with their sounds. Pierce grunted with each push. Keisha panted, her mouth taking more and more of his mist. The slapping of flesh against stone punctuated each surge of his cock. As they connected, soul to soul, body to body, Pierce tugged on Keisha, pulling her farther and farther into the human dimension. When the door finally opened, Globum‟s furious face blurred from view. There was darkness, and then the dim lighting of the warehouse, but Pierce‟s relief was superseded by the joy of their fucking. Keisha was under him, laid out in all her naked glory, his mist securing her wrists and ankles, her beautiful face strained with her rising passion. He pumped into her, driving his cock farther and farther into her snug channel until each thrust squeezed his balls. She was back, she was safe, and she felt so damn good. He clenched his teeth, willing himself not to come first. He snapped his hips, rotating them in a circular motion, grinding her ass into the warehouse floor. Keisha screamed. “Pierce!” She flew against him, her breasts flattening against his chest, her pussy vibrating around his cock. It was too much for Pierce. “Keisha!” He added her name to his, surging forward, releasing his worries, his love, his cum into her trembling body. “Keisha,” he mumbled into her neck. “I‟m here. You saved me.” She clutched him to her, her fingers threading through his hair. “I‟m here also.” A deep voice banished all intimacy. Pierce raised his head. Thorne sat in a folding chair, his gun over one shoulder, flipping the dagger into the air and catching it. “Fuck.” “That it was.” Thorne grinned. “A glorious fuck. Y‟all put on quite a show. I was tempted to join in.” “Like hell.” Pierce glowered at his friend, as Keisha stiffened under him. “I don‟t share. Find your own woman.”
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“Perhaps I will.” Thorne stood, tucking the dagger into his belt. “What was the name of that coffee place you met Miss Keisha at?” “Café Midnight.” Pierce covered as much of Keisha‟s naked body as possible. Sending Thorne on the impossible task of finding another Keisha would give them some much-needed privacy. “Café Midnight.” The big man nodded. “I‟ll get us all coffees and meet you back at your place, unless I get lucky.” He walked away, chuckling. “Quick. Hand me my phone.” Keisha reached out her hand. The phone had fallen out of her pants pocket. Pierce picked it up, dusting off the grime of the warehouse floor, and handed it to her. “Who do you have to call?” Keisha pressed two buttons. Whoever she was calling must have been programmed in. “I‟m ensuring we have the day to ourselves.” She held up a finger. “Yes, it‟s me. I know. I‟ve been busy. Remember what we were talking about last week? Yes, yes, that‟s the conversation. I‟m thinking you need to check out that new coffee shop, Café Midnight… right now. Yes, now. You won‟t regret it.”
Cynthia Sax Cynthia Sax lives in a world where demons aren‟t all bad, angels aren‟t all good, and magic happens every single day. Although her heroes may not always say, “I love you,” they will do anything for the women they love. They live passionately. They fight fiercely. They love the same women forever. Cynthia has loved the same wonderful man forever. Her supportive hubby offers himself up to the joys and pains of research. He receives a daily briefing on what every character is doing. You can also learn what Cynthia Sax‟s characters are doing by visiting
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