In need of an Education?

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Two people meet at a convention for Educational Tools. Neither are expecting what they find....

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Name: Rachel Young, 26, has BS in Sexual Education. going to a convention out of state in Boston on educational tools hoping to find something to inspire her college age students.

Rachel steps out of the T and heads down to 38 cross st. where a large convention is being held. In her hand, a yellow paper is clutched close to her body so it doesnt get ruined in the rainy weather common this time of year in Boston.

The rain is pouring and the dark clouds over head portend of it not letting up...

Rachel heads in the direction of the nearest ledge with an overhang.

"Whew. Just what I needed! To drown!" Rachel mutters to herself as she adjusts her now very wet coat. She sees a very Big Sign: Convention : 26th-30th

Rachel floats over and browses through the different vendors.... she picks up a book on gardening.. Then another one catches her eye.

How to make Him Come (112 ways) by....... Rachel put the book down with a laugh . she walked through the rest of the aisle, her hips swaying. Her Highheeled boots clicked on the cement as she browsed. She turned the corner.

There it is....

 

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Name: Duncan Williams, 37, Masters in Parapsycology.

At the Boston Convention for Educational Tools to look for unique books about his field while he works on thesis to get PhD. Also does lectures and discussions boards on the paranormal and how it effects the youth of our society.

Duncan is standing at the entrance watching the storm above and enjoying the clean smell of the rain as it covers the city. His friends warned him that it rained alot this time of year and he was glad that they were right.

As he looks out into the street and see a young lady in high heeled boats and a raincoat rush towards the entrance. He smiles and opens the door for her to help her get in quicker. As she passes, "Nice weather huh?" In a slightly sarcastic tone.

 

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The convention

A nice gentleman opens the door for me with a lopsided grin on his face. Rachel checks him out surrepticiously. He's not so bad.

"Nice Weather, huh?..... oh thanks!" says Rachel as she readjusts her wool trenchcoat for the umpteenth time. She strolls in.
The place is packed. there are people everywhere. For a moment, Rachel thinks about backing out and going back home. She looks out one of the glass panes. The rain isn't going to stop on her account! Damn. The show must go on.

Rachel keeps a protective hand over her belt so as not to let it come undone. Her cheeks heat up at the thought that someone might catch her here, like this. But that is why she came to Boston, right? Nobody she knew was going to see her like this.

Growing up in a very strict household made Rachel much more aware of the sexual tension going on around her. She shouldn't act so... out of place. She still didnt feel comfortable with all these strangers around.

Then again... Rachel smiled to herself...These people could all be spectators?

This gets the juices flowing downstairs

All of a sudden Rachel can feel herself getting wet. Hurriedly she scans for a place to sit down. Ahh! the place where that Big Yellow Sign is .... She runs over to sit down at one of the few empty chairs. She picks up a book at the table.

Running her hand over the smooth leather cover of the book, it sends a shiver down her spine. She flips it over reading the title. Kushiel's Dart!

Rachel opens to the first page and begins reading......

 

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Soon, Rachel realizes that she read the book some time ago when she was back in High school and puts it down. It really is a good book. She shouldn't be reading that kind of thing right now, not unless she was going to get done what she came her to do.

Under the table, her supple legs open in anticipation. She thinks about it. She coud just touch herself right here, in front of everyone. The thought of it makes her pulse race.

The trench coat comes down to just above her knees, but now when there spread wide like that, the hem is up to her mid thigh. She loves the feel of the coat against her body, Nobody could guess what she was wearing underneath.

She reached underneath the coat, hesitatingly so as not to make a statement. Rachel's fingertips trace along her inner thigh, making herself shiver. Just about the time her hand finds her pink lips, Rachel swears she saw a little old biddy give her a stern, disapproving look as she walked by.

Rachel immediately stops what she's doing and sits straight up, mimmicking one of the schoolgirls in her class. After a moment, she giggles at her behavior. She stands up, making sure her coat is in place.

Rachel becomes one of those faceless potential customers in the crowd as she gets down to business trying to find some educational tools for her students.

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At one particular vendor, Rachel picks up a book about the paranormal, not being familiar to her very large library, she scans the back.

Its not her only reason for standing there though. In between her feet are a small grate wich is blowing up warm air underneath her coat. Becomeing more interested in the reading material, she opens the book to the inside cover.

Her long dark hair covered her peripheral vision so she did not see when a man accidentally rubbed shoulders with her as he was picking up the same exact book.

She looked over at him and noticed it was the same gentleman who opened the door for her, earlier.

"Oh, hello again!" Rachel said giving the stranger a charming smile.

 

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Duncan watched the young lady enter the convention and is adjusting her trenchcoat. Makes him wonder what is going on with her. He knows that this is a convention for sexual education. He suspects that some of the educators could be of various lifestyles as well, which causes a stirring in his pants thinking about it.

Dunca wanders through the convention halls looking for book vendors selling anything with the paranormal in it. I finally see a table that has numerous titles. As he reaches for a title he brushes up aganist the young lady from the entrance.

"Oh, hello again!" She said with a charming smile.

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Duncan looked through the book, but couldn't resist looking at the young lady in the wool trenchcoat next to him. He could not resist looking at her body and wishing he could see beneath her trenchcoat. He then starts to wonder why she is still wearing such a heavy trenchcoat. He knows that he is hot in suit.

"Aren't you getting hot in that trenchcoat?"

 

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"Aren't you getting hot in that trenchcoat?"

Rachel blushed a deep red, and leaned over to whisper in his ear.

"Well, let me explain. I came here form out of state and my luggage was lost. All I have left to cover me decently is this trenchcoat. And yes, I am a little hot and bothered."

Rachel saw the man's eyes widen with the new information. As she leaned back he looked her over with a little more enthusiasm than he should have been showing.

The vendor behind the table asked "Is everything alright here, Ma'am?"

Rachel nodded "Oh yes, we were just discussing the dynamics of wearing a trenchcoat in this bad weather."

Rachel looked over at the stranger "So, are you here for Business or Pleasure, Mr...?"

"Mr. Duncan Williams. I'm here to find some material on the paranormal for a thesis paper I'm writing."

"Ms. Rachel Young." They shook hands " This book should be right up your alley then, Mr. Williams. It seems that there's alot of sexual activity happening between ghosts, succubi, incubi, vampires and other such forms in America these days."

Rachel noticed that he was looking at the vee of her collar as he spoke

"And you, Ms. Young, What are you here for?" Mr. Williams asked

"Oh a little of both, I guess. I'm trying to inspire my students to get more creative with thier sexual activities." Rachel lifted the book to her chest blocking his view of her ample cleavage. "This should do the trick!"

 

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"Oh a little of both, I guess. I'm trying to inspire my students to get more creative with thier sexual activities." Rachel lifted the book to her chest blocking his view of her ample cleavage. "This should do the trick!"

"Yes indeed the reports are increasing. So you are trying to increase your student's sexual activity huh? Is that with each other or individually?" She looked at him and just grinned.

"So you have lost your luggage, do you have a room?" She looked up at him sheepishly, "Well I have a room, but it is booked at another hotel and since my confirmation paperwork was in my luggage, it may prove difficult to get in."

Duncan looked her over and wished she would lower the book. He looked at the vendor, who seemed a bit concerned. "Sir, I shall both of these books and please put it on the tab for Professor Williams and the Institute of Paranormal Reseach please. May I buy you something to drink?"

She smilled again and this time a little bit more relaxed. "I would love some ice tea maybe. But definitely somewhere where I can cool off some." A twinkle filled her eyes and Ducan saw it. He smiled wide and extended his arm for her to take so that he may escort to more suitable surroundings.

 

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A little Ice Tea

She smiled again and this time a little bit more relaxed. "I would love some ice tea maybe. But definitely somewhere where I can cool off some." A twinkle filled her eyes and Duncan saw it. He smiled wide and extended his arm for her to take so that he may escort to more suitable surroundings.

Rachel took Mr. William's arm and they walked away from the convention. They were in the general area when Rachel piped up, "Listen, I've visited The Quincy Market area before. Have you heard of the little coffee shop thats underground right near Fenway... It's called The Cup. They have the best damn ice tea in the area. There was a rumor started awhile back that the owner's family diverted some of the english tea from being dumped into the harbor during the Tea Party. I could really loosen up in there."

Mr. William's looked at Ms. Young skeptically, but nodded in agreement. It actually wasn't to far from his home. He'd heard rumors about that place, too. It's where the crazy people go to get some. That's what his mom had told him for as long as he could remember. He never actually had the balls to go there before.

"Let's go." The rain had let up to a steady drizzle, so it wouldn't be too bad of a walk.

So they strolled along with Rachel on Duncan's arm all the way to The Cup, talking about a myriad of things. Duncan found out that Rachel has a special affinity for authors such as Jaqueline Carey, Peirs Anthony, Robert Jordan, and that Laurell K. Hamilton was a personal friend.

Rachel found out that Duncan was led an interesting life, studying the paranormal for many years. She asked him why write a thesis paper of the sexual proclivities of Humans and The Others. He replied with "Why not? It's the most interesting paper the Board is ever going to read for another twenty years."

Rachel giggled at his reason.

The arrived at the door without any glamour. The green wooden doors opened on their own as Rachel walked in first.

There were many tables for two around in the low lit habitat. the perimeter was green with verdant plant life. Rachel walked in towards the back with her head held high. Duncan walked in behind the woman.

The first thing Duncan noticed was that Rachel had untied the knot of her trenchcoat and was in the process of shrugging it off when she remembered what she was wearing underneath. Duncan saw the peaks of her bare white shoulders as her dark hair flowed down her back in sable waterfall of wavy curls. the rain had done nothing but improve the scene by giving her hair a wet shimmer look to it. She paused for a moment.

The green plaid was half- shrugged back on her shoulders when Rachel decided What the hell? I'm hot. She took off her coat and threw it down on the table to her right and kept walking.

Duncan stopped in his tracks. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

 

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The Cup

"Two Ice Tea's, please." Rachel stood at the counter at the back of the building wearing nothing but a smile and her knee high leather boots. Duncan thought those heels had to be almost four inches high.

Duncan gave a low whistle as he admired the view. Mind you, it was just her backside. He thought he may have met the perfect woman. The curve of her hips matched the curve of her ass: round!

Rachel's skin was like ivory. The comparison went even deeper because she had a single tattoo that took up the majority of her back. It was the exact replica of The Rose. It was a good thing he read the books. Duncan thought about what it meant for Rachel.

The two Ice Teas arrived and Rachel brought them back to the table that Duncan was now sitting at. Rachel turned around slowly letting the effect settle in on the new but familiar stranger. She gave him a knowing smile. She like the reaction on his face as she slid into the seat, pushing a glass across the glossy surface.

Duncan blinked a couple of times. Rachel's throaty laugh bubbled up form somewhere deep and warm inside her. A part of her that was starting to tingle.

"Like what you see?" Rachel said with a glint in her eye.

 

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"Like what you see?" Rachel said with a glint in her eye.

Duncan looked over her impressive young body and then into her glinting eyes.

"Yes I do!"

He reached for his glass of Iced Tea and touched her hand. This time a sort of energy pulsed through her skin into his and he liked it. He was never one to turn done an attractive woman. In fact that was why he no longer taught classes at the University.

He definitely was interested in this young woman and his cock was proof of that too. From the moment he saw the curves of her ass and legs to the swell of her breasts, he was hoping that everything he had heard about this Tea House was true.

He looked around and did see that there were small areas that were curtained off from view and he wondered what was behind those curtains. He leaned over the table and looked Rachel in the eyes, "So what have you heard about this Tea House? I know of the reputation of it, but that is all."

 

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"Reputation?" Rachel says with a little contempt in her voice. She leans back in her chair after taking a swig of her Ice Tea. She knows he's checking out her breasts without trying to be rude. it was actuually kind of funny her being nude, and him fully dressed. It was also sexy. She looked down through the glass of the table and saw that he had a raging hard-on. It put a smile on her face.

She had only visited here a few times in her life. But after the first time of being able to shed her clothes in not feel uptight about it, she was hooked.

"Oh this place has been talked about for years. All the prudes think that this is where people come to hook up." She points behind her with ther thumb, Supposedly patrons go behind that green curtain and get it on." Rachel snorts in disgust. "The truth of it is, thats just a small stock room where they carry sacks of different kinds of teas. I went back there once. The cashier showed me around. He liked my tattoo." Rachel smiled at Duncan wickedly.

"So there isn't a big large bed out back where you can just fuck a person until you need a beverage to cool off?" Duncan asked a little surprised.

"Nope, something better."Rachel said standing up.

Duncan's eyebrows shot up. "What?"

"C'mon I'll show you!" Rachel said grabbing Duncan's hand and pulling him out of the chair.

 

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"C'mon I'll show you!" Rachel said grabbing Duncan's hand and pulling him out of the chair.

Duncan followed her up and out. He enjoyed watching her naked ass, how her muscles made the rest shift and shake with each step. His cock also enjoyed watching her ass too. His cock throbbed and pulsed and wanted to be free, and relayed to his brain that maybe she was going to show him something special after all.

They walked through the coffee/ tea house to the green curtain. Once it is moved aside Duncan sees for himself that there is a small storage area as well as several shelves with books neatly placed and organized. He looks at one of the titles and sees that it is a book on fetishes. Another revealed the nature of exploring your sexual self.

It seems that Duncan, like many Bostonians, thinks the worst of a business that allows you to be different and gives an outlet for it in a safe environement. Then Duncan remembered that Rachel said that the employee liked her rose tattoo and her wicked grin that followed his statement. He turned to look at her and sees her gorgeous eyes twinkle in the minimal light. He leans forward and kisses her deeply.

 

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Duncan pulls back for a moment and stares into Rachel's sparkling eyes.

"Are you sure you want this?" Rachel asks. Duncan notices her pulse is racing in her neck.

"Yes." It was one simple word. That was all she needed. She grabbed him by the tie and pulled him closer into a heart rending kiss. Rachel was soft at first, but she was getting impatient. She broke the kiss, looked up at him, and kissed him again, this time almost bruising. Duncan gave out a low moan of approval.

Rachel was getting into a heightened state of desire. She really liked this man. She could feel her juices lubricating her lips down there. She wondered how far she could push him. The lust was mounting. She didn't know how long she could take it. She took his bottom lip in her mouth and traced it with her tongue at first. Then she bit down on it softly. Another low moan escaped his mouth. She couldn't take it anymore. She pushed him away and walked into the shadow in the back of the room.

Duncan stood there, stunned for a moment. His dick was throbbing. He wanted to fuck her, badly.

"Come here." Her voice floated out of the darkness. It wasn't a question. It was a command. He followed.

The shadow lead to a darkened doorway. He went through it. Inside the room he was amazed. There was all kinds of BDSM furniture in here. Rachel grabbed him by the wrists and pushed him backwards against a wall. Quickly. She suspended his wrists in the manacles that hung down from the ceiling. Once secured, he could not escape.

Rachel pressed her body up against Duncan, relishing in the feeling of her naked skin up against the fabric of his clothes, and the heat of him underneath. Her hard nipples could be felt through the cotton button down shirt he was wearing underneath the jacket that she had opened up already. Rachel pressed her moistness up against his entrapped erection.

There were weapons on display on the wall across from where he was shackled. She stepped backward, ever so slowly, as if to torture him.
Her slim hand carrasses the silver blade as she takes it down from its normal standing place. Rachel places it at her clavicle and traces a fine red line of bood down in between her breasts. She loves the feel of the pain, a sweet exstasy in her mind.

Next, Rachel takes the knife and runs it through the slit in the shirt, cutting the thread that holds each and every button. She goes from top to bottom. Duncan hears the pop of each button and the sounds that they make as each one hits the floor bouncing away on the stone.

Rachel pulls up a small stool behind her. She sits down on laying the knife beside her. She splays open Duncan's shirt revealing a hard body and even harder nipples. She runs her fingertips over them, seeing them pucker in the candle light. She spreads her legs wide revealing a trimmed if neat pussy.

The next thing Duncan knows is Rachel's mouth is now ontop of one of his nipples, sucking , nibbling and ocassionally biting down hard. He has a sharp intake of breath. He wished he could scream. Rachel laughed and let one of her hands wander into his pants after unbottoning and unzipping them. Her hand reached in and found what it was looking for: Good, hard cock.

 

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Duncan has never been bond before and at first finds it thrilling. As Rachel pulled the shiny blade from the wall he was nervous and antipated the worst. he was shocked and turned on when she cut herself. The sight of her blood only fueled his passion more. It was like she knew that he had a desire for human blood.

As she cuts the buttons from his shirt he watched the blood drip down her torso, a stray drop slides down her chest, onto her breast and down to her nipple then stops for a few seconds, almost as if it is relishing the feel of her bare nipple. Then as she takes a breath before sitting down and the blood drop falls to the floor with the last button.

His cock throbbing and pulsing and wants to be released from it's confines. She sucks and nibbles and plays with his nipples. She then reaches down and starts to play with his cock and pull it free. Moans fill the room as he has never felt such a soft, firm hand upon his cock.

Looking down at her neatly trimmed pussy, wanting it on his face or better his cock. Her hand slowly sliding up and down his tormented cock. He is close to cumming and is barely able to mutter it out to her that he is close.

 

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Rachel falls down on her knees before him and takes the head into his mouth. With great prescision, the tip of her tongue stimulates is frenulum making his head flare as he throbs into her mouth.

"Oh god!" Duncan moans. Rachel keeps this up for a few minutes and lets him explode in her mouth. Greedily, she gulps down his come. She looks up at him and smiles. He lays there limp in his chains, breathing hard.

"Ready for more?" Rachel asks. He nods, words unable to form in his mouth from the orgasm he just had.

She turns him around so that he's facing the wall. This time she binds his ankles too. She takes the blade in her hand and rends his clothes in pieces, so she can get to his hot flesh underneath. She slides the knife down his sinuous back not cutting him. It makes Duncan shiver.

"Is this what you want?" Rachel whispers in his ear. She gives him a gentle prick with the tip of the knife just under his rib cage.

Duncan shakes his head.

Rachel slaps his ass. He winces at the pain. She presses herself up against him.

"I'll only ask you again this once. Again, Is this what you want?" Rachels says, this time the knife is running through his hair.

"N-no." his voice is hoarse with need. Rachel rubs her pubis up agaisnt his ass. God it feels so good. She pulls away from him see the trail of blood on her chest leaving an imprint on his back.

"Well, then. What do you want?"

 

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"Well, then. What do you want?"

"I want to lick the blood from your torso. I want to taste it on my tongue and let it slide down my throat. I want to slide my still hard cock between your blood covered breasts. Then I want to slide my coc deep into your pussy and fuck you with your own blood upon me. That is what I want!"

Duncan had never been one for being dominated or being restrained. He had allowed this gorgeous woman to do these things to him and now he wanted... no he needed out of the restraints.

He remembered an incantion from his studies and started to mumble the words as he tried to free himself. He could not see where she had gone, but he knew that his cock was stiff and wanting attention once again. He then thought that he felt someone take a hold of his cock and stroke it firmly. As the blood flowed to it once again he moaned and wished he could see where she was and what she was doing to him.

 

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Rachel reluctantly unlatched her new partner from all of his restraints.

In a low voice with her head bowwed before him she said "I - I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. She turned from him and put herself on a low submissive position on the floor. All that could be seen in the low candle light was the sheen of sweat that covered rachels back. Her large rose tattoo gleamed bright in the incandescence.

Duncan picked up the the knife from where it lay on the stool. he suddenly had an idea. He walked over to the woman who now had the side of her face to the floor. He could see the stain of the tears upon her cheeks. He bent down and stroked her hair, pulling it away from her face.

"Come now, there is no need to cry." Duncan said. He offered her his hand but she refused it, refused to look at him and kept her eyes closed. She sat up on her own. He watched her every move, so fluid. Admiration and sadness permeated the room. He felt his skin prickle.

She lifted her head in the directon of his stare, making sure, so sure that he would know, once he saw.

Rachel opened her eyes. Duncan thought his own were deceiving them. All in all he had never met one in person. Her eyes...once so green he thought that she might have a bit of irish blood in her. Now, they glowed. Yes! They glowed Blood Red.

Now fear mixed with ardent arousal filled the room. It was a strange smell to her. There was always fear, but never arousal. Not on his part anyway. But today there was. It made her hesitate just for a moment before she pounced.

She pushed him down on the floor and wrapped her legs around his waist, letting his prick slide deep into her warm recesses. She held his arms aloft, restraining him with her own power now. She snuggled into his neck, feelng the pulse of it under her cheekbone. She would not bite him tonight, that was her gift to him.

She would not bite him, that is of course, unless he wanted her to. A smile curved up and she snuggled into him even harder... knowing the impossiblilty. But that he might grow to love her.

 

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He looked up into her glowing eyes and wonders if what he asked for had truly answered him in a way he truly wanted. As he looked up at her face, not only the eyes were glowing, but he thought he saw her teeth flash and elongate. If she was truly what he fears she is.. he was not sure if he was in trouble or not.

He felt his prick enter her and a wave of euphoria flowed over him. He was sure of what he was feeling, but he was also sure that he would feel some fear as well and he didn't. He had always wanted to meet a real creature from the supernatural world, that is why he became a parapsychologist. And now one such creature was upon my cock and riding me to an orgasm.

As she bucked and grinded upon my body, she would nestle into my neck then pull away. I can feel my own orgasm approaching and I know that she has orgasmed as well. Her juices all over my legs and balls. I started to thrust up into her cunt and wanted her to orgasm on me more.

As he thrusted into her, he reached up and pulled her chest to his lips and tasted her coppery blood. It tasted very strong, almost as though there was a richness to it. It was different then his own blood or the blood he has tasted before. He wonders if because of her "nature" if that is why it tastes different. But after getting his first taste he knew he wanted more and started to lick her chest and shoulder more and more until there was nothing left. He felt a surge of energy and with that he took charge once again and flipped her onto the floor.

He grabbed her legs and pulled them over his shoulders. He felt his cock actually thinken more then ever before. He thrusts deeper and deeper into her, pushing his cock as far into her body as he could. He could feel his orgasm building and he wanted to feel her with his seed.

He lowers his head down to her breasts and takes a nipple into his mouth. She is moaning and tells him to bite her. He does, without hesitation and even draws blood from her nipple. She moans and screams in pleasure and Duncan can't hold it any further and lets loose and fills her with his seed. Hot, fiery blast after another. Her moans and screams fill the room and elevate to a higher level of sound, and he wonders if the customers in the tea shop can hear them and know what is happening.

When Duncan is done he falls to the floor next to her and pulls her to him. He is suddenly filled with feelings that he had only touched upon as a child and now made him feel complete. He knew that he had to have this woman in his life permanently.

 

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"mmm...that was gooood" Rachel let the 'o' roll on her tongue.

Duncan looked down at her from where she was snuggled in in the crook of his shoulder. He smiles at her.

"Wanna do it again?" Duncan asks

"Right this second, no. Give me about 15 minutes and I'm up for that all over again!" Rachel said. Duncan watched as Rachel's cuts had already healed, leaving no mark upon her skin.

Duncan Kissed her forehead, deep in thought for a moment.

"What are you?" Duncan queries

"A Hybridian Polygot Specii Sexual" Rachel replied

Duncan thought for a moment. His eyebrows shot up."So you're not a vampire?"

Rachel paused wondering how to phrase what she was going to say next.

"Well, no. Actually, I am a lot of different things. For each individual, I am unique. My Breed of Being specializes in the Sexaul Arts. I can be anything I want to be as long as I am sexually pleasing to either myself or my current partner. I prefer both." Rachel explained.

This was a hard concept for Duncan to conceptualize...

"So what your saying is..." Duncan trailed off.

Rachel spoke up "What I'm saying is as long as I am pleasing to you in this form , I will stay in this form.

 

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"So what your saying is..." Duncan trailed off.

"As long as your pleasing me you will remain in this form. I like that. And you will remain with me then or will you leave me?"

Duncan was hoping that she would be remaining, not only sexually but also so he
could do some experiments on her if she was willing. But he wanted to know if she would be able to leave the tea house and return with him to his hotel room and maybe even back to his home. He wanted to continue, but wanted some more privacy as well.

"Can we go back to my hotel room?"

 

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"I will stay with you as long as I am sexually satiated. That is the nature of my beast. I can take other forms for you. I can only show my true self to the one I give my heart to." Rachel said with an honesty she would never again deny."As for the hotel, that would be great. I wasn't really planning on sleeping here."

Duncan nodded. Privacy was good. He wondered about what else she could turn into.

They picked up his clothes which were now in shreds.

"How the hell am I going to get out of here without any clothes?"

"Simple." Rachel said pulling a hair from her head. The next thing he knew she had a simple wool trenchcoat almost exactly to hers, only it had men's tailoring.

"Hmmm." Now Duncan was suspicious. He sure hoped to the gods that she wasn't dangerous.

 

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Slowly Duncan exited the room with Rachel. He could swear that everyone was looking at them, but in reality no one even noticed them leave. As they exited the building, it was raining slightly so no one on the street even noticed. They walked back to the hotel, hand in hand, and Duncan's cock was hard the whole time.

As soon as they were in his room, he ripped the trenchcoat off of her and threw her onto his bed. He peeled away his trenchcoat and pounced upon her waiting body. At the moment the thought of her being someone different did not matter, he just wanted to make sure that he pleased her so that he could continue to be pleased himself.

With her on the bed and he sat easily upon her legs... his hands spread her legs just enough for him to touch her pussy lips and her clit. She moaned slightly as he started to play with her extremely wet area. Then he realized that her wetness was also his cum from earlier and it turned him on more. His cock throbbed and pulsed against her thighs.

He reached for the trenchcoats and quikly pulled the belts from them and tied her wrists together and then moved her around so she was tied to the bed itself. With her arms above her head, her tits were mashed together and Duncan looked in his bag at the foot of the bed. He pulled from his bag his on knife, it was thinner then hers was, but just as sharp he assumed.

He stood next to her and looked into her eyes. He could see the unbridled lust and passion fill her eyes. He reached down and drew the blade across her chest and over each of her tits. Not too deep, but enough to bleed for a little while. He licked his blade clean and felt the exhiliration from her blood. He then slapped each of her tits hard once, watching her flesh giggle and making the blood spread nicely. Then he started to lick it from her, his tongue pushing into her slight wound then sucking the blood from her. Her blood was fantastic upon his tongue and he continuesd to lick it off of her until she no longer bleed.

 

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Rachel Wriggled out of her bonds and put her hands on duncan's head as he licked the blood from her wounds. She ran her hand through his hair reveling in the eroticism of what he was doing. His hands were on her hips with his thumbs on either side of her pubis. She urged him lower so that his mouth would take part in her swollen pussy lips

 

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Duncan followed her lead and lowered himself down to her pubis and then to her swollen lips. He loved the smell and taste of them and spread her legs wide so he could get his lips all over her pussy. He sucked and pulled on her lips and nibbled on her clit while also pushing his tongue as deep as he could into her opening.

Duncan sucked and licked upon her pussy for a long time, he even worked his way past his jaw locking up, for her juices tasted like none others. Finally she grabbed his head and pulled him from between her legs.

"Enough dear man, I want something more solid in me now!"

With that Duncan moved up between her legs and placed his cock at her opening. It throbbed and pulsed and jolted over her clit and she moaned in sweet delight. He pushed his cock deep into her pussy and it felt as tight as ever. She must be able to control that part of her body as well as everything else. He pounded into her as hard and as deep as he could. Her moans and screams filled the room and drove Duncan on even further.

Finally after almost an hour of constant pounding and bucking of bodies, Duncan exploded inside of her and she screamed the loudest then. His balls were pulsing and pushing his seed deep into her and he pushed his cock as deep as he could inside of her. When he was down he simply collapsed upon her body and she wrapped her arms around him.

Both of their bodies were coated in a fine sweet and they were both breathing hard. His heart beat hard and fast and he was amazed that he did not feel a heart beat within her chest. But he smiled and ignored it and rejoiced in his good fortune and pleasure.

Finally, he got to the point where he needed to get up and pee. He asked Rachel to release him so he could go and she looked at him with a mischivious gleam in her eyes......

 

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The smile on her face should have been a dead giveaway.

"Who said you needed to get up?" Rachel said

"What the hell are you talking about?" Duncan asked incredulously " I need to use the bathroom. I've gotta piss like a horse."

"So just go." Rachel said.

"I'm trying but you won't let me up. I thought we covered this?" Duncan said getting frustrated

"No. Just go" Rachel said.

Finally it dawned on him what she was saying.

"No! Eww...gross!" Duncan said.