Date: Sat, 20 Nov 1999 22:51:54 -0800 From: DragonLady Subject: ADULT: Tag? I'm What? (Part 1) To: FKFIC-L@LISTS.PSU.EDU This is the second tale of Nicholas and Morgan. As always, Nick does not belong to me. He is the property of Mr. Parriot, Sony and TPTB. I promise to return him in a much happier and certainly more satisfied state than when I snatched him. Morgan is mine, however. Tex may archive at the Harem site, Mel may archive at her FK Fanfic Page and JADFE. Feel free to let me know what you think. Flames will be used to stoke the Dragon's internal furnace. So enjoy! ******************************************************************* TAG? I'M WHAT? Part 1 A cool breeze blew through the trees stirring the leaves and adding slight rustling noises to the chirp of the crickets. Morgan sat on a wooden bench outside her cottage gazing up through the leafy canopy. She stretched and inhaled the scent of the flowers planted around her home. She loved flowers. The bright colors, though muted in the dim light of the moon, reminded her of the diversity that filled the daylight. She studied her surroundings. Yes, she thought, she'd found a little piece of heaven for herself. Well, as close as she was likely to get. The sturdy wood cottage was built some 450 years prior, the logs hand-hewn by local woodcutters. The trees were tall, their branches thickly woven forming a fairly dense canopy above the home and the clearing in which it sat and the single path through the forest had long ago been reclaimed by nature. The cottage was enveloped in perpetual twilight. Morgan was old enough that she could tolerate some small exposure to sunlight and the shade cast by the trees enabled her to open her windows in the early morning and late afternoon. Sometimes she would venture outside briefly to collect flowers and greenery for her table. She sighed as her mind drifted. Her dreams were filled with the vision of a young man, blond and blue-eyed, a boyish smile playing across his handsome features. 'Ah, Nicholas. I wonder if ye think o' me as often as I think of ye.' She smiled. Strangely, she knew he was thinking of her. She could feel him, as if he were close by, though she knew he had gone to Rome. He had left 2 fortnights before. His father had come to London and was looking for him. He had kissed her longingly, promised to return when he was able, then disappeared into the night like a pale apparition. She rose from her seat and gracefully took to the sky. With the night came the need to satisfy her hunger. Tonight she would hunt to the north. She flew swiftly toward the rolling hills. As she crossed a rocky outcropping, she could hear the occasional bleat of a sheep not too far ahead. A flock of sheep meant a shepherd might be nearby. She concentrated and reached out with her senses. She stopped in mid-flight and hovered for a moment as a familiar tingle caressed her mind. She tried to follow the feeling but it was gone as swiftly as it had come. She frowned. Could she be missing him so much she felt him when he wasn't there? With a last quick glance around her, she returned her attention to locating the shepherd. He lay on his belly in the tall grass watching her intently as she approached a man dozing against a large rock. He never tired of studying her graceful form. She radiated confidence and an acceptance of self that soothed his own self-doubts. He'd spent several weeks wandering around Rome, getting reacquainted with the ancient city and hoping his father wouldn't think to look for him there. After a short time, his thoughts had returned to her and against his better judgement he'd left Rome and returned to the British Isles to spend time with her. Being so close to her now sent a wave of desire through him and his skin tingled with anticipation of the pleasures to come. The sound of a beating heart drew her toward several large rocks below. She noted the flock below her and the two sheepdogs lying half hidden in the tall grass. They made no move as she approached and landed lightly in front of the dozing man. She watched him for a few moments, listening intently to his regular breathing and the steady rhythm of his heart. Then she spoke softly, rousing him from his dreams. The man sleepily opened his eyes and raised his head. He knew he must be dreaming because there was an angel standing in front of him. She was dressed in a loose-fitting, three-quarter sleeved blouse. The ties that should have held the neckline closed dangled loosely down the front. Her gathered skirt dropped just below her knees and she was wearing soft black leather boots. Her thick brunette tresses fell in waves across her shoulders. She was smiling at him and speaking so softly he could barely hear her. She extended her hand to him and he rose to take it. "Aye, that's it, ma darling. Come to me," she murmured as he stared into her eyes. She stepped closer to him, her hands caressing his cheeks and traveling down to his shoulders. She slipped her hands under his collar and gently drew the material away from his neck. He didn't move, his eyelids fluttering heavily. She leaned forward and gently slid her fangs into his throat taking several swallows of his life-giving blood. He sighed as the vision of his angel brightened and a feeling of peace and comfort invaded his body. 'I must be dreaming', he thought, 'but if this is a dream then never let it end.' She withdrew her fangs and after licking the wounds closed gently settled him on the soft grass. "You'll remember this as a pleasant dream," she implanted in his mind with her melodical voice. "Now, go back to sleep." He closed his eyes and began to snore softly. She backed away and took to the air, gliding swiftly along the air currents until she came to the rocky outcropping she had passed earlier. She dropped lightly onto the top of it and stretched out lazily, leaning back on her elbows to stare at the clear, starlit sky. He observed her gentle seduction of the shepherd and a quiver of need raced up his spine. His eyes glowed softly as she reclined casually atop a rock, her sensuous curves highlighted by the bright moonlight. Silently, he darted toward her. He whispered quietly in her ear then disappeared quickly into the darkness. A chill raced up her spine as she felt a mental presence brush against her mind. She bolted upright, leaning forward and staring intently into the darkness. She felt a cool breeze against her back and a softly spoken "Hello there" murmured in her ear. She spun around and saw . . . no one. End Part 1 DragonLady NNPack, DarkNN, Harem Wife #24 Enchantica Dragon Collector http://dragonlady.virtualave.net = check out the FK Pics I have up and let me know what you think or if there's something you'd like to see let me know and I'll try to add it for your enjoyment. Disclaimers in Part 1. Tag? I'm what? Part 2 She pushed out with her senses and a slow smile spread across her face as she located the familiar presence a short distance behind her. "What manner of demon is it that chooses to play with me this night?" she asked the empty air. Suddenly the other was gone, shielding his mental touch from her. She waited quietly, scanning the darkness around her for any sign of him. His heart beat twice in rapid succession as he evaded her swiftly searching eyes. He felt her consciousness invade his and heard in his mind her gentle laughter, like the tinkling of a dozen tiny bells. He smiled then closed the link. Finding him wouldn't be that easy. An instant later, he floated in front of her, his lips brushing hers. She smiled and leaned in for a deeper kiss. He pulled away from her full lips. Swiftly he reached out and cupped her breast in his hand. Giving it a gentle squeeze, he said "Tag! You're it!" and with a whoosh, he vanished. She stared, shocked, at the empty air before her. She wasn't expecting this. She called out to him. "Wait! What do you mean?" she demanded. "What is this 'tag'?" His laughter carried across the rolling hills to her sharp ears. "Catch me if you can, my love." He touched her thoughts, playing a game of hide and seek with her mind. She followed the mental thread between them and his hiding place flashed in her mind. Closing the mental bond, she leaped swiftly into the air. Hovering high above the ground she scanned the mountainside to the east with her enhanced night vision searching for the ledge he was hidden on. She spotted a dark shadow crouched behind a low finger of rock. She circled around behind him. As she darted behind him, she opened the mental link to alert him to her presence. As he turned toward her, her tongue caressed his neck up to his earlobe. With a gentle nip, she giggled "Tag! Now you're it!" and amidst a swirl of dust she disappeared. A grin spread over his face as he clapped a hand over his ear, the skin of his neck tingling with the unexpected contact. He cast out with his senses feeling for her. This could be more fun than he thought. She caught on fast. He felt a brief mental caress and launched himself into the air. He flew south toward some large, billowy clouds. He approached slowly, peering into the mist trying to separate solid form from shadow. He dove below the thickest portion of the cloud and slowly rose. Looking up he discovered her boot-clad legs with her skirt wavering slightly in the evening breeze. He grinned broadly as his gaze traveled up her shapely legs to her bare bottom. He continued up, his hands held above his head. Carefully he reached under her skirt and brushed his fingers up the backs of her legs tickling her behind the knees. "Tag! You're it again!" He plummeted downward disappearing once again into the mist. "Aahhh!" she inhaled sharply as his nimble fingers sent a jolt of electricity through her thighs. She shot up through the cloud to hover over it, breathing heavily. She stared intently at the thick cloud below her as if she expected the heat of her gaze to penetrate the heavy mist. She searched again for the link between them and was rewarded with the woodsy scent of the forest. She sped off southward. He flew swiftly toward the forest and the welcoming cover of the thick tree branches. Quickly scanning the area he spied a well hidden branch high up in a huge oak tree. He lightly settled on the branch and turned his eyes skyward, searching for any moving shadows against the starfilled background. She reached the broad expanse of trees and inhaled deeply, savoring the earthy aroma. Hovering just off the ground, she silently moved through the thick trees, carefully searching for any sign of her spontaneous lover. She heard a rustle of leaves and glancing up, caught a glimmer of his blond curls between the branches. He was staring intently upward. She silently snaked her way between the branches and stopped level with his chest. He jumped and stared at her as she reached out nimbly, grasped the front of his shirt and popped all his buttons, leaving his chest bare. "Tag! You're it!" she whispered, her excitement ringing in his ears, then she was gone. He nearly fell backward off his perch when she materialized in front of him. Her grasp on his shirt gave him the few seconds of support he needed to regain his balance, however his shirt would never be the same. The puff of cool wind created by her departure blew against his chest, hardening his nipples and sending a shiver through his belly. He left his branch and flew deeper into the forest, following the mental trail she left for him. She called to him through their link, enticing and teasing him with images of intimate caresses and soft, whispered words of passion. She glided swiftly between trees and brush angling toward a low rumbling sound in the distance. The noise grew steadily louder and more distinct. She burst into a small clearing with a deep pool of crystal clear water fed by a tall waterfall. She glanced back over her shoulder, reaching out again with her senses. She felt him approaching, his delightful anticipation of cornering her flashing through her mind. She darted through the waterfall's downpour to a shallow, sandy cave carved into the rock hundreds of years before by the action of the water. She stood silently, watching the curtain of water before her as droplets of the wet stuff cascaded down her face, arms and legs, her shirt and skirt clinging to her body emphasizing every feminine curve. He heard a low pitched sound in the distance and sped toward it. As he approached he felt her penetrate his senses, her last image of him and her mirth at his stunned expression as she ruined his shirt dancing through his thoughts. He exploded into the clearing expecting to find her waiting for him and was greeted with . . . nothing. It was a beautiful retreat. The lush bushes and brightly colored flowers framed the edge of a cold, clear pond. A majestic waterfall stretched upward, pouring life into the still waters beneath it. He frantically scanned the bushes, the trees, the crest of the waterfall, the depths of the pool before him, searching for any sign of her. His excitement began to fade to disappointment when the faint sound of laughter drew him toward the curtain of water to his right. Slowly, he walked toward the water barrier, carefully climbing over the few low rocks near the water's edge, then wading into the knee deep water and pushing through the watery curtain to the hollow beyond. End Part 2 DragonLady NNPack, DarkNN, Harem Wife #24 Enchantica Dragon Collector http://dragonlady.virtualave.net = Check out my FK Pics and tell me what you think. Disclaimers in Part 1 Tag? I'm What? Part 3 She inhaled sharply as a figure appeared in the watery deluge and emerged onto the wet sand. His blond curls were plastered to his forehead and rivulets of moisture ran down his pale chest. His loosefitting pants clung to his muscular thighs outlining the rippling of his muscles as he stalked her. She backed away, her eyes daring him to come closer. He stepped out onto the wet sand, drenched, his clothing bonded to him like a second skin. He growled softly as the vision he'd been chasing materialized in front of him, her damp hair cascading down her back and her wet shirt molded to her full breasts. He advanced slowly, his eyes glowing amber in the dim moonlight. His manhood stirred as he inhaled her scent and his passion flared. She stopped, waiting for him to draw nearer. She smiled at him, the tips of her fangs peeking out beneath her upper lip. The sight and scent of him sent a shiver of desire through her. 'So innocent he is, a little boy playing a delightful game', she thought. 'Even as he stalks me, he doesn't know the power he wields.' He advanced on her until only inches separated them. He reached out catching her silky tresses in his hand and drawing her closer still. He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. A calm settled over him, an unconditional acceptance of him and his desires, all of them . . . vampire's and man's. He opened his eyes and stared deeply into hers, his other hand caressing her cheek. Gently he brushed his lips against hers, then crushed her against him, his tongue invading her mouth. She felt him relax as he held her close to his body. As his fingertips danced along her cheek she splayed her hand against his chest and traced the outline of his muscles. His lips met hers and she lost touch with reality as he pushed into her mouth and mind. She shoved his shirt roughly from his shoulders and scraped her fingernails down his back. He growled as he felt lines of fire trail down his back. He released her lips long enough to tug her shirt away from her skirt, lift it over her head and toss it away. He buried his face in the curve of her shoulder, drawn to the vein lying just beneath the surface. Reaching behind her, he unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall away. His hands trailed across her hips and down her thighs as he nuzzled across her shoulder and down to her taut stomach. At his urging, she lifted one foot, then the other. He pulled her boots free and tossed them away. He kissed across her stomach, his arms circling her hips, his fingers gently squeezing her rear. She massaged his shoulders and back, then ran her fingers through his silky hair. She nibbled the tip of his ear then whispered, "stand up, ma love." He rose, running his hands over her bare back. She played across his chest, teasing his nipples and trailing her fingers down to his damp slacks. She worked at the buttons of his pants, then pushed them over his hips. Sliding gracefully down his body, she removed his boots and urged him to step out of the cloth tangled around his ankles. He stepped out of his pants and kicked them away. As she rose he swept her up into his arms, his lips meeting hers, desire flaming through his body. He gently laid her on the damp sand and covered her with his body while his tongue continued to explore her moist mouth. He rubbed himself against her, working his way between her legs, his member seeking her welcoming chamber. With a single thrust, he was inside, sheathed in her tightness. A low rumble escaped him as he basked in the feel of her, the scent of her, the closeness of her body. Slowly, methodically, he moved within her, thrusting and pulling away, thrusting again deeper. As the tension in his groin became unbearable he slipped his fangs into her throat and plunged over the edge into oblivion. She coaxed him out of his pants and lovingly admired his assets. She stood and brushed her hand over the top of him. Suddenly she was lifted into his arms, his lips crushed against hers, his tongue assaulting her lips, demanding entrance. She met his charge with her own passion, sucking his tongue into her mouth. Then she was on the wet sand, his body pressing down on her, his legs wiggling between her thighs, his rock-hard shaft pulsing against her, pushing into her. She inhaled deeply as he penetrated her. He felt so wonderful, filled her so completely she could think of nothing she could want more than him inside her. His tempo increased as he pushed deeper with every stroke. A warmth blossomed in her core and she sank her fangs into his throat while he struck at hers, completing the circle. He withdrew his fangs releasing her then tenderly licked the wounds. He nuzzled her ear and whispered, "That was wonderful . . . I never knew a game a 'Tag' could be so much fun." He chuckled softly. She laughed lightly against his shoulder. "Hhhhmmmmm. I never knew there was such a game. But I do admit, ma love, that ye play it very well." She hugged him closer, then playfully pushed him away. She rose, rinsed the sand from her in the water showering down from above, gathered her clothes and dressed. He lay on the sand, his head propped up on his hand watching her, his eyes following her every move. As she finished dressing, he pouted. "I guess this means the game is over?" He looked at her hopefully. "Could I interest you in playing again?" She smiled wickedly as she gathered his clothes and boots. "No, ma love. Not that game. I have a different game in mind." She swayed her hips seductively. He brightened, his shaft noticeably stiffening at her provocative gesture. "Oh? And just what game would that be?" "It's called 'Last one home is a rotten egg!' " She dove swiftly through the waterfall and flew toward home, still carrying his clothes. Finis DragonLady NNPack, DarkNN, Harem Wife #24 Enchantica Dragon Collector http://dragonlady.virtualave.net = Check out my FK Pics and tell me what you think.