Capris Fate Extract

 

Story Excerpt

 

As I put my glass down, the lights dimmed, music played-from somewhere-and the bed covers pulled back - even though I was sitting on them. A warm breath drifted across the back of my neck. Goose bumps ran up my spine and, embarrassingly, my nipples stood at attention. Flattering myself that I was handling this all very well, I picked up my wine glass, took a big gulp and decided to grab the bull by the horns - metaphorically speaking. "Are you a ghost?
Because I don't believe in ghosts."

"No, I'm a Fate."

"You mean like, let the Fates decide?"

"Yes, that would be the best interpretation for you."

I tilted my head from side to side trying to figure out where his voice was coming from. "But the Fates are women. I know my Roman? Greek? mythology."

"That is mythology. This is reality."

Lifting one eyebrow, I snorted. "I'm talking to the air and you're calling it reality?"

"The three Fates were children of the original power."

I took another sip of wine. "So you're a child of the Fates?"

"Go forth and multiply."

"You're just full of one-liners."

"Humans do not believe in us and yet they call upon us to make decisions for them. 'Fate made me do it'. 'Let the Fates decide.' 'May the force be with you.'"

"That's Star Wars." Great, I've got a stalker Fate with a sense of humor.

"I heard that."

Shivers slither through me as tiny sparklike feelings tickled my neck.
"We're real. We've been around since time began. That first monkey who jumped out of a tree and walked on the ground, Fate made him do it. A cousin of mine, actually."

"You're kidding!"

"Yes, I am. You humans are so gullible."

I waved my arm about. "Can I touch you? See you?"

"You would not understand our form, but I can touch you." A wave of heat slid up my leg and rippled through my belly.

"Oooh!" When my breath returned, I asked the most logical question I could think of. "Why are you here?"

"Earlier tonight you said, 'Let's see what the Fates have in store'. Well the Fates have nothing in store for your friend, but for you..."
I picked up my wine glass and took a couple of good gulps.

"Lay back and relax. I promise I won't hurt you. I cannot. I can only provide pleasure." Something-for simplicity's sake, call it his hand -caressed my right shin.

I reacted as if my flesh had been burned--but in a good way. It wasn't pain. Curiously, maybe a little bizarrely, but there was definitely a hint of wicked in the touch.

The same sensation scorched my left shin. Part of me needed to check if my flesh was flushed and blistered, but I couldn't move. I thought if I did, I would somehow break a spell. A bead of sweat dribbled down my neck.

With a movement as soft as the brush of a feather, both hands travelled up my thighs and stopped at my hips.

Ooh!

With a swift sweep, he skimmed my arms, legs, front, engulfing me in his touch.

My flesh tingled as goose bumps speckled my arms. The only sound I could hear was my breath as the pants escaped my lips. I opened my eyes. My body glowed from the heat.

An icy snake-touch slithered from my hips to neck. As fast as the coolness touched my body, heat filled its place.

A feverish fondle on my breast preceded a frosty streak across my neck, followed by a sizzling trail along my spine and an icy tap on my inner thigh. I couldn't focus. My heart pounded in my chest. My breath caught in my throat only to be snatched away by the next gasp. A blissful wave surged through me as I slipped into relaxed darkness.


Adult Excerpt

"Just touch yourself. I will not judge you."

I rippled my fingers across my nipple, which traitorously responded. So did my lower parts. They tingled. The bustier was much tighter than I would have hooked it. My breasts were forced into a way-out-there position. My body liked the restraint. I tickled myself again. My nipple grew firm. Playing with both, I squeezed and pulled until they stood erect and pinky-proud.

"They're beautiful. Continue."

To the flesh on my breast, my fingers were like ice cubes. My areolas contracted. My nipples stiffened. My next touch changed to sandpaper-rough and scratchy. Tingles shivered through my body. Hot, cold, rough, soft-each new sensation was a surprise.

Sweat trickled down my neck. Pressure built deep inside. My hand turned palm up, and the vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.

It took me a moment to figure out what to do. No, Thall didn't send the instructions along, and I hadn't had a chance to read them yet. My bad.

Unclasping it, I encased my nipple then hit the tiny switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric pulse shot through my aroused dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of me. I secured it onto my left nipple and held my breath.

Snap. Snap.

A surge of lust rushed through my body then centered in my crotch.

Snap.

Snap. Snap.

The electric pulses were titillating-pun intended-and random, and I found myself waiting for the next. They didn't fire together. Nor did they go off in even patterns. I lay back wallowing in the sensations they delighted me with. I wanted this to last for hours.

How long do little cell batteries last?

The arousal gel poured itself over my upper thighs as strong fingertips raked the insides, forcing my legs apart.

Arousing was so the wrong term for the lubricant. Fire would be a more apt description. I've been cooler after a tough hour of hot yoga class.

Sweat rolled in streams from me, yet all I did was rest on silk pillows having my nipples erotically zapped. I pulled my knees up and let them fall. I was fully exposed, and horny as hell. I wanted to be fucked. Needed to be fucked.

The bottle of warming gel flipped pouring liquid heat down my crotch. My glass penis hung, head down, aimed between my legs.

"Do you want it?"

I groaned.

"Do you want it inside you-mercilessly driving you to a screaming orgasm?"

Do the Fates understand the term - duh!

A hand separated my vulva and began long glides up the insides of my labia. I sighed and sunk to the edge of bliss.

Snap.

Snap. Snap.

Damn! Forgot about the nipple clamps.

The long fondles turned to tiny flicks tickling my labia and inner thighs.

I squirmed and wiggled. Fire danced over my body. "Touch me!"

"Where?" His voice brushed past me ear.

"My clit."

Every sensation stopped. I think my heart did too. I didn't breathe.
"Ohhhh!"

Time-stopping, scorching strokes on the smallest part of my body. My fingers dug into the pillows as I experienced the most mind-fucking sensation ever and released an intense scream of joy.

"Again?" His voice was soft and tinted with humor.

"Yes!" It was more of a snarl than a polite response.

I waited. The nipple clamp zapped me. I squealed. His petting dragged across my clitoris with molasses speed. My heart raced, my breaths were shallow pants as I arched my hips up and spread my legs as wide as I could. "Touch me again. Please."

Total bitch in heat. And I didn't give a damn. The words didn't come out of my throat. They came from somewhere deep inside me.

I understand why it's called a pussy. The stroke dragged along my bud like starting at the head of a cat and ending at the tip of the tail.
My whole body quivered. The heat between my legs was blistering.
Wetness dripped out of me. I didn't want to come. I fought the urge.
I just wanted his caress.

The glass dildo pressed itself into me. I was ready. Definitely none of that not-quite-ready fumbling. I was wide open. I could have taken truck! Oh, did I say that out loud?

It slid out. My body writhed in bliss. Purrs rumbled out of my throat.
The luxurious pace of the slow fuck didn't vary. Dildo glided in, rubbed across my g-spot then slid out. Explosive fire tapped my clit.

Moans of ecstasy.

Dildo began its inward trek.

Time stood still.

I arched my back and screamed.