Possessing Tara

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Two years later. . .

She stood there looking out over the lake. Her eyes closed as she breathed deep the scent of the pines and cedar woods that surrounded her. Tara had everything she ever wanted except her husband. The divorce papers had been delivered to her a month after he disappeared and for six months she tried to find him. But it was pointless. No matter how much money she paid out she had a feeling Jared didn’t want found. So she stopped. She didn’t want to. Everything inside her told her that he was supposed to be with her.

The nightmares were not as frequent as they had been. Now she dreamed of love she could never have and memories of Jared that were full of both love and heartache. This morning she woke and wondered what her life meant now. She needed something, someone, anything to feel the void in her life.

Jared had made her a wealthy woman who lacked for nothing, but she did.

She turned away and headed back into the log cabin and picked up the small puppy she’d picked up from the side of the road two days ago. Once she bathed him she was thrilled to discover a small tan of fluff and named it Toast. It was a mixed breed... a mutt by all general standards, but over the last two days it had become a source of laughter to Tara.

Once she had removed her robe and gotten dressed for the day she headed into the small town for supplies. As she picked her way through the produce a movement caught her eye and for a moment she thought she was seeing things. She swallowed hard as she blinked back the tears of disbelief. There in front of her just a few feet away was Jared.

He stared back at her and started walking. Her tears fell and her fingers reached out to touch him.

“Where have you been? I’ve searched for you . . . why now? Why are you here?” She whimpered.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I was supposed to stay away and leave you alone, but I had to see you,” he answered

She sniffed back the tears and closed her eyes, opened them again and stared back at him. “How long?” she asked. “How long are you staying?”

 

[BLACK BART]

“Where have you been? I’ve searched for you . . . why now? Why are you here?”

The words tore at him, he had asked himself the same questions over and over the past two years, and as he answered he knew he had only one valid reason.

*His own weakness*​

And then it came. The question that spoke of her own lonliness, and his...and tore at the already whittled away resolve he still possessed.

"I shouldn't even be here Tara. Each minute defies the immortal laws, and with the prophecy already being defied..."

Still he reached for her as well, and as thier fingertips met the old thrill returned, the love and strength he gained just by touching her flowing into him. In seconds he regained what it took two years to tear from him, his breath coming easier, his every movement showing he had regained, somehow, his own confidence.

"I cheated Tara. The other immortals know it. By trading my own immortality for your life I bested the prophecy and insulted the others."

His eyes met hers and he marveled at her beauty, and at the same time cringed at the pain in her eyes, pain he knew was because of him...

"I love you Tara. I was never any good for you before, I know and admit that now, but I never have stopped loving you. But for me to stay with you, to Be with you, would only add insult to injury and create a furor inside the remaining immortals at a time when they need to restore a balance I've already destroyed."

Tears. They welled in her eyes and tore at his heart. And he told himself just a short time with her would be allright, that he'd stay just a few weeks and then slip out of her life...

They kissed then. In the middle of a busy street, with cars and people flowing by them, the world reduced to what they had in each others arms.

Her lips were soft and supple, his own dry and harsh, and yet as they met it didn't matter, the lonliness and pain escaping as the kiss became more urgent, thier lips opening to entwine thier tongues in a prelude to the loving they both needed and desired.

And as the kiss broke they both laughed, the joy of being together surpassing the past pain, taking the weight of the world...for at least a brief time...away.

"Come, I'll help you finish your shopping, and then you can show me your home...and tell me what you've done with your life."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She held his hand as they finished her errands for the day. She could feel people watching them. People, Beings... whichever they were she didn’t care. Right now she felt complete. Tara had finally found what filled the void in her existence or had he found her. Did it matter?

Together they walked the quiet sidewalk until she reached her car. He got in and she made no move to argue. How he’d gotten into town didn’t matter to her. He was with her and that was what counted. Her fingers held his and he maneuvered her little sports car through the curves and loops until they arrived at her cabin and her lake.

“I have spent a lot of time here,” she told him as they got out of the car and gathered the groceries. She let the sun kiss her cheeks and the wind caress her hair. She breathed deep the smell of the world and looked over at him.

He was staring at her, lost in the sight that was Tara. She blushed and turned back to the cabin. “Oh... I have a dog. You’ll have to watch yourself. He’s quite large and vicious.”

With that said she opened the screen door and then the main one. Her feet tangled with the puppy and she giggled as its tongue bathed her ankles. “See he’s a lick monster,” she added with a laugh.

Jared walked in and patted the animal, stroked its ears and then followed Tara into the kitchens where they emptied her purchases. She turned back to him. She wanted to hold him in her arms, show him how badly she’d missed him, but she wasn’t sure how he would feel. The kiss had been exciting, an awakening to all the things she’d missed, but it had been two years. What if he left her again. . .Did it matter to her? No... in the end it didn’t. She would take what she could and then if he left...she’d search for him again.

She took his hand and led him through her small lakefront cabin. She told him how she’d gotten the dog, named him Toast and now he was a part of her family. She walked over to a door that was closed to the rest of the world and she opened it. Sunlight spilled in and she showed him the paintings she’d been doing. Scenes of the lake. Scenes of cities she’d visited in her search for him. She’d painted portraits of her and him. Memories of their life together. She turned to face him and slipped her arms around his neck.

He wasted not another breath or word, but captured her eager lips with his and again they kissed. Her hands moved down his arms and she felt the first splash of tears touch her cheeks. Were they hers or his? The answer was simple, it was both. Salty tears mixed and slid over warm moist lips that licked and suckled awakening a hunger that had never died.

 

[BLACK BART]

Bittersweet​

As an immortal, Jared had lost through the infinite years, an appreciation of the small details and finer points in his life. Feelings faded as time passed for him, and he lost the ability to define the differences between even the basic emotions...

As a mortal, he quickly learned to be awed by each sunrise, every sunset...as if it were his last. The pain of a joint, or the taste of a good cup of coffee something to be commented on... if only to himself in silent reflection. His world expanding tenfold in the awareness of it surrounding him with all it's pains....and pleasures.

As Jared walked through Tara's home it was no different.

In her paintings he found times of great happiness and the greatest of sorrows, and solace that in most of the good times his own likeness was included...

In the cities portrayed he recognized her love for him as she searched...and a growing despair of never finding him...

In her own home he saw her love for the light and life it gave, as well as the need for dark corners and it's unspoken promise for eternal peace.

Even in the dog named toast he discovered a quandry, Tara's own love for those lost and weak bringing him in, her own need to quell her immense lonliness perhaps as great a reason as the animals desire for food and warmth...

The greatest contradiction though, Jared found in being in Tara's own arms, the joy of making love to her offset by the pain and knowledge it could very well be...his last.

And yet as a mortal he had learned the first lesson early on and quite well.

"To live the moment well...for when it was over...it was forever...gone.

So in Tara's kiss he found love...as sweet as her lips and more tender, in her arms he found passion, as warm and fulfilling as her spirit and body both were, and as the clothes fell away and they moved to her bed...he found love, as exciting and wondrous as it had ever been...and perhaps, could be...

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Tara fell to the bed; Jared fell with her. She pulled him closer to her. Licking his lips, renewing the knowing hunger that had always been there. She belonged to him, for as long as he would have her. Her fingers moved down his back. Her nails racked his spine and then pressed against the cheeks of his ass. “Jared,” she whispered as her legs slipped and tangled with hers.

Her foot slid over the hard muscle of his calf and then down again. Her toes curled tight as she arched her back, offering her breasts for him to feast on. He did.

She felt every tug and pull he gave her and she ached for more. Begged for it. Pleaded for it.

They rolled over, her on top, him on the bottom. She rose up kissing his neck, sucking at the warm flesh. His pulse beat fast and she grazed her teeth over the warm skin. Bodies tangled as their hands familiarized themselves with each other.

Her gaze shifted from his eyes to his lips. She kissed both. She pressed her breasts against his chest, allowing her hard nipples to brush against him as she straddled his hips.

The moistness of her arousal skated across his member and she stroked it firmly. Yet, denying them both the entrance they wanted plunged. Again the moved and she felt the weight of him on top of her. This time she knew he would take what they both craved. He would give her the relief she sought. She wanted to ease his suffering too.

“Jared, don’t stop... don’t stop loving me,” she whispered against his lips and she clenched him tightly within her embrace.

 

[BLACK BART]

“Jared, don’t stop... don’t stop loving me,”

Jareds head spun. The sensations of being with this woman he loved so, after two years time, were almsot too much. He lifted himself to look down at her, his eyes staring deep into hers and into the pools of her soul, and then spoke.

"I have and will never stop loving you Tara, no matter what the cost, no matter how far apart we are."

How great a man could feel when the woman he loves looks back at him with her own love and pride...How high could his inner spirit soar?

And yet with all that Jared knew there existed a hunger deep in both of them. one that was his pleasure to fill...

And without a word, as if reading his mind...Tara opened her legs to him and he pressed the swollen head of his cock into her tight velvet like sex...driving deeper and deeper into her until she bucked upwards with her own hips...

"Taaaaarrrrrrra"

Jared moaned into her neck and nibbled at the sweet/salty skin of it, her breasts slick with thier combined heat and moving erotically against his own chest...

Time had not made then forget how to love each other, as with each stroke they touched, with thier bodies...thier lips...and with thier souls...

With each full stroke Jared buried himself deep, and as he reared back he felt Tara's own hips move to recapture him and fail; moaning in disappointment until he drove forward again, his cock rubbing against her swollen clit.

"Now my love it is your turn." Jared gasped as he felt Tara's muscles tighten on his full length and she shook her head to deny him.

"Do not leave me my love, not now...not ever...

And knowing how she felt, to not deny her body of this small pleasure...or to ever be away from her, he smiled...and gripped her hips

To roll to her side, still buried deep in her body, and pull her on top of him.

"Never again my love....never."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She straddled him; his cock never left her satiny home. Her eyes were thick with desire and her body hummed with pleasure; still Tara wanted more. She slid her palms over his chest, and used his body as leverage to begin her assault on his person. She dragged her pussy forward and then drove slowly back so his cock filled her. Repeating the process in a gentle, teasing way only heightened their pleasure as well as drove her crazy.

How long? She thought to herself. How long had she wanted to feel him inside her, beneath her, on top of her... and know that it was her he was with and not some floozy? Years. Decades. Lifetimes. Now they were one again and he was here for no one else, but her and she was here for him. She lay down on him, her lips, catching his in a frenzied kiss and she suckled his lower lip, before whispering she was ready now.

He was a bit confused, but said nothing, lost in the rapture that was Tara. She smiled wickedly and sat straight up on his stiff rod. She squeezed his cock and then lifted her body up only to drop and impale his cock deep into her warm home.

“Oh Tara,” he moaned.

She grinned and repeated the movements. Squeezing his rod and then dragging her body up, using her knees as leverage, his hands guiding her to the tip and then together they slammed her sex back down. She enveloped his dick; every inch was buried inside her fleshy home and she felt as if her insides were puddy in his hands. In reality she was; she was like clay and he could mold her however he desired.

“Jared,” she growled. Her fingers teased her nipples as he took over the ride.

He watched her hands eat greedily at her breasts; he hungered for the sweet pearls and so he locked her on his cock and sat up.

Capturing a bright pink and abused nipple into his mouth he began to suck and pull on the precious gem.

“Yes!” she cried out as he loved her, renewing all the hunger she’d kept bottled for so long. “More,” she begged. “I need more.”

 

[BLACK BART]

And so it began.

Jared captured Tara's hands and bounced her on his lap while Tara drove drove herself downward with each thust...

Jared sucked greedily at Tara's nipples like a eager newborn, as she mewled in pleasure and pushed herself forward to his hungry mouth.

Each upward thrust of his cock drove himself deep into Tara's wet sex, and as she met the thrust with her brought them both a new wave of mind bending pleasure.

Until the waves began to overlap...doubling and tripling the pleasure...as they matched thier own lusts against each other and found it brought them closer and closer to the brink...

And over

Screaming and howling like the animals they both were at that moment, giving and taking a pleasure that so many desired...and few ever found...

Leaving them limp and spent in each others arms...

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

Tara fell against him. Her eyes clenched tight as his arms wrapped around her frail and trembling form. Tears fell in small rivers and she breathed in the heady aroma of sex, sweat, and love. “Jared,” she whispered his name, a name she had only spoken in her dreams.

A feeling of warmth spread through out her lower abdomen and she felt it spread throughout her entire system. She crawled up his length and reached his lips. He stared at her and she knew that he saw what she felt.

Their lips touched and her tongue swept a long side his. Her fingers curled into fists and she slipped to his side. His arm wrapped around her and held her against him. It had been so long since they had loved.

“Tara,” he whispered her name, his fingers combing through her hair. He wondered what was going to happen when he left. He would leave again. It was fate. Two beings destined to “miss each other”.

She moaned quietly and he knew she had fallen asleep on him. He chuckled. “Some things never change.”

He closed his eyes and breathed in her intoxicating scent, welcoming the familiar aroma of their joining. A disturbing breeze moved through the window and he glanced, then frowned. The window was closed and that only meant that others were watching and it was only a matter of time. He reached down hooking the blanket with both his hand and his foot. He brought it up covering them both.

Tara snuggled tighter against his side, unaware that she and her soul-mate were once again in danger.

 

[BLACK BART]

Jared lay quietly, eyes closed, his soul mate pressed against snug and warm against his side. He could smell the scent of Tara mingled with thier lovemaking, feel her full curves caressing his flatter planes when she shifted and experience the thrill of arousal despite being spent...

For the moment everything was right in his world. The love and passion Tara had shared with him surrounded them, creating a warm coccoon that filled him with the feeling everything was right at that moment in time...and would be everytime they were together.

That moment ended as he opened his eyes....and met the multiple eyes of the gods staring back at him from above.

"Tara belongs to ME, our love binds us stronger than any power you possess, longer than your immortal souls....NOW LEAVE."

He smirked at the surprised look on each of thier faces as he defied them, then laughed at thier shamed and confused faces, watching them fade back into the mist between thier world...and his.

"What is it my love?"

Tara stirred beside him and he kissed her, his attention and love all given to the woman beside him, pulling her gently closer as he felt his passion rise again.

"Nothing..."

 

[RedHairedandFriendly]

She awoke when he has spoken, but his words had not reached her fog-laden mind. She pressed tightly to his side and hooked her leg over his. Tara ran her foot up his leg, her thigh moving higher as she did only to stop when it came to his growing erection. She chuckled against his ribs and slid over him.

“Nothing?” she repeated his answer.

Her smile was wide as she pressed a kiss to his lips and let her tongue move into his mouth.

Jared watched, a smirk growing on his face and a low groan of heat filling his lungs. “Well, there is something.”

She could tell he was distracted and instead of asking him what the reason was she swore that she would not let anything interrupt this time they had together.

“Oh there is something,” she whispered and pressed her lips to his neck. She made her way slowly down his hard form. Her fingers, lips, tongue and fingers moved with her. Eventually she’s found a comfortable place to rest between his thighs and she gazed up at him.

“I have missed you. I have missed everything about you. I have missed your eyes, your lips, your body. Your voice, your laughter... and your taste.”

She ran her tongue over the full length of him and then guided his shaft into her warm mouth. Her tongue rolled over the head, and then down the front, until she bobbed up and released it. She licked her way down the rod, over his balls, and then under them. Her fingers toyed with his sex as she guided the twin spheres into her mouth and began to suckle on them.

Jared’s fingers toyed with her hair and gently urged her for more.