Ladies...gentlemen...I give you: the maiden voyage of the H.M.S. Something That Preferably Will Float...my first original (but thanks to whatever post it was that inspired my use of the phrase, "naked, bucking hips")...
Also, special thanks to many who inspire my spice & libido -- and a
very special thanks to Alei...who told me she believed I could write and do it well; sweet baby, I hope the entree serves itself up well...
And now...come and knock on my door...I've been waiting for this...(will the kisses be hers, and hers, and
hers??...and
hers??...and
hers??...I'll stop now...but only if you say so...only if you say...
)
Let's see: What type story would a BlueLyric write if a Lyric could compose one??
Hmmmm...I wonder what type it could
possibly be??...
Door #5Mark & Angie waded down the corridor to locate the next door; Angie blinked first and saw it.
“Let’s do this,” she declared.
******
This room seemed just a bit more sinister from the outset. The place was bathed in a warm, orange glow, and the scent of something spicy – sage, was it? – was in the air.
“Oh,
wow…I feel like I’m in a solarium,” Mark stated as he and Angie deeply, thoroughly inhaled the exotic scent.
Nothing else seemed that unusual in the room, really – unless you took into account the odd piece of art etched into the floor; it was actually a sort of symbol…
“Hey, Mark…check out this thing…”
“What is it, love?”
“I’d recognize one of
those anytime…a pentagram,” mused Angie.
Sure enough, that’s
exactly what it appeared to be. Carved into the floor was a rather large circular disk, holding within it a huge pentagram, which seemed to shimmer like fine crystal. It looked almost three-dimensional…
almost like it was begging to be touched...to be caressed……to be used…Neither Mark or Angie spoke a word…yet neither could deny a wild, growing sense of abandon that each felt slowly building…slowly growing…
“Why do you think this thing is here, Angie, sweetness? And why hasn’t
anything happened yet?”
But as each touched a part of the shimmering display, something striking
did happen: The pentagram began to elevate from the floor – sliding upwards out of the ground as it revealed itself as not only a mere symbol…but an elaborate mirror…
“So after all this, we finally get to the funhouse mirror?” Angie laughed – breaking a little of the erotic tension pent up in that room – in fact, something about the room seemed drenched in sex…
The “fun”, of course, was just
about to start…
******
The fascinating apparatus before them stood a good eight feet tall…obstructing Mark and Angie’s view of each other. It was indeed 3-D – all 10 sides of the outside walls of the pentagram were reflective, and the two friends could just imagine the inner walls of this thing were mirrors, themselves…
The curious duo strolled slowly, carefully examining what stood tall before them – taking in the dark, grayish tint of the mirrors, which, despite their unconventional hue, displayed the pair’s reflections with crystal clarity.
“Have you
ever seen anything
like this?” Mark wondered aloud to Angie.
A breathy moan was all that could escape Angie’s lips as she replied,
“Never…” Angie had begun to notice just how truly hot she looked, the ripped body stocking –
ripped body stocking?? – fitting her form, accentuating her shape just right…
and oh, so obscenely, too…It was then that she heard a voice…vaguely familiar…coo the words:
Give in…“Did you hear that??” Angie found herself able to exclaim.
“Yeah,” joked Mark – having heard nothing, yet still surprised at the breathy tone he thought he had heard come from Angie moments earlier – “it sounded like a 1940s film siren.”
Angie was feeling rather confused – not surprising, given what they were dealing with at the moment; meantime, Mark had his
own issues to confront…like an imposing erection that had sprung out of pretty much nowhere. Yeah, he’d been hard while in here…but
this was major news,
entirely…
The voice from before, audible only to Angie at the time, was heard this time by Mark, as well:
…giiivvve…iiinnnn…The irresistibly seductive manner in which the voice
…her own naughty voice?...whispered its delectable temptation made Angie shudder…and nearly stumble and fall…
“You okay, love?” Mark anxiously questioned. Angie’s balance nearly lost, she was forced to brace herself against a mirror wall, if she could, to stop herself. Her touch of the looking glass produced sparks, a luminous flash, and the beginning of the platform’s rotation…
The “penta-mirror” began to spin ever-so-slightly, picking up speed as the room grew thicker with an intense heat indescribable to Angie or Mark…and an insatiable, all-consuming passion…
“
Angie!! Where
are you??” cried Mark.
“
Mark!! What’s
happening??” Angie exclaimed.
The monstrosity swiveled ‘round and ‘round, ‘round and ‘round, with hellacious speed; heat and smog smothered the room and the couple –
sensual smog…
wicked heat…
The spinning finally began to slow…eventually coming to a complete stop; a swirling, caressing fog remained…
******
Mark came around and cleared his head. He called out to Angie, “What the
fuck just happened, here??…” Then Angie stepped from the opposite side of the structure – and what Mark feast his eyes upon made his jaws
and tongue drop…but not much else would…
An entrancing sight to behold…a goddess in human (?) form…was Angie, standing before him. The glasses were
long gone, a wild, untamable, long-haired supervixen with
the hottest legs…
the most succulent thighs…the shapeliest ass…sleekest, most snakish hips…luscious midriff…roundest, perkiest breasts…the area tracing from under her arm all the way down her sides – hell, but that was driving him mad…the slender neckline…the ruby, sinful, pouty lips…amazing eyes – were they green?? blue?? purple?? orange??? All at once?? A lengthy tongue rolled ’round those crimson lips…
“
Mmmmmm…you took the word right…off…my…
tongue,” she purred, “
’Fuck’ is
just exactly what I was thinking…” Angie was most obviously in full-blown lust as she dragged those razor-sharp red nails along her sliding legs and thighs, across her undulating ass, and – with each and every long nail – flicked both nipples, easily visible…protruding from through the sheer, slowly ripping, black body stocking she displayed…like so much hot trash…
“Angie…w-what’s
happened to you??” Mark wondered in total disbelief, as he was being driven up the wall.
Angie bent down, her ass touching the floor; then slid her legs out from under her into a stretched-on-the-floor position – striking the greatest “fuck me” pose Mark had ever seen…plus an
obscenely delicious slut-stare to go with it.
“Like it??” she cooed --her hands and fingers slowly, salaciously traversed her stomach, abs, thighs…and found her throbbing pussy -- “It’s an acquired taste…” She plunged three fingers in and succulently vacuumed the juices off them when they met her waiting, wanting mouth. The pleasure of being so shameless drew a deep, dark, breathy sigh from a guttural place in her throat…
Mark went directly for his burning, aching shaft to quench his fuel and stroke helplessly…but it dawned on him that his member didn’t end quite where it used to…
“…and I see you’ve just become acquainted with
your surprise…,” breathed Angie.
Mark, indeed now discovered (to his shock) that his cock had become an 18-inch salute; he was
far more muscularly built, and had sharp, clawish features all his own.
His reflection’s eyes flashed illuminous color endlessly in the looking glass…just as Angie’s did…
…Her long, wicked fingers curled towards her, summoning Mark. “Care to join?” she inquired.
…he was fighting temptation…and losing…“Angie…this is so wrong…what
is this??...”
“But it feels
so good…
so right…doesn’t it, Mark?? Look at us, baby – we’re
built to fuck…we are
made to fuck…”
The pieces began to click into Mark’s consciousness – “The proper answer, then, is…
’let’s fuck’…”
******
They went primal on each other – Mark ripping what remained of the nearly-gone stocking from Angie’s body; Angie clawing at Mark’s torso, and the tattered shreds of clothing at his waist; both drenched in rolling sweat and building, sticky juices. Angie slithered over Mark, took her long, serpentine tongue, and expertly licked and tongue-stroked his torso, as well as his attentive woodpole – which probably couldn’t fit through a door now, if Mark could locate an exit…
if he
wanted to…
Mark aggressively took charge and made a move of his own, thrusting that spear into Angie’s waiting well of desire. Their grunts and growls of stark, animalistic lust fed off one another…
“Make me yours…and I’ll make you mine,” she commanded.
Mark knew a command – and a promise – when he heard one; his thrusts became harder…faster…more pronounced. Her bucking, naked hips undulated wildly, with all,
total abandon.
The stroking…the teasing…the nipping…the gentle biting and nuzzling…the rapid, frantic sucking…the joint singular rhythm…they were losing it now…they were losing it now…they were losing it now…they were losing it nnnoooowwwww…******
They came together – their sonic cry of mutual ecstasy and total satisfaction resonating off the walls and echoing several times in stereo.
“Oh,
yeeaaahhh…oh,
baaaby…[/i],” Angie panted.
“Feels
sooo good…just like you said,” replied Mark.
Was this their destiny, they thought? Was this who they truly were, now?? Was this their reality??The atmosphere was so hot, so electric, here in this…
nearly empty room??…well – except for the old, ragged, pivoting mirror swiveling around in a corner…
******
“Do you
believe that??” Angie chimed, “Are you freakin’
kidding me?? What the
hell??...”
“Truer words were never spoken,” mused Mark.
“I think we were rather nasty demons or some such, love – I, an incubus…you, a succubus. Which is all probably true, I suppose – I’m really
quite sure you succ-ed my inc…
“Oh,
come…on…,” Angie retorted, eyes in full roll.
“Yes…I’m pretty certain we did
that, too…and
really well,” countered Mark…
…and hey – so what if his dick was now somewhat longer and firmer, and her breasts a tad larger and more supple…her ass rounder and that much more spankable?? Who’d really notice??...******
Then, the lights…and Angie and Mark were off again – for a new adventure. As they journeyed towards their next destination, they could have
sworn they saw
three sixes on that upcoming door…
They cleared their heads, best they could…
…No…just the
one six…
