For any fantasy lovers...or just general weirdos with an open mind here is a story I wrote, thought I would share it!
CUMPYRE CHRONICLES:
Feast for Falcons
High above the port city of Queensmouth unnoticed by any other being, living or dead, the very rare sight of two falcons survey at some speed the world below. It is dusk and in the distance this dusk is deepened by a maelstrom of sky-wide purple clouds and electric highlights of the storm that has very recently let rip upon this place.
Seamlessly the pair, as if in divine communication and perfectly synchronized, expertly take a daring low pass to a large illuminated billboard and instead of nipping through the lower metal work incredibly they vertically rise up the face of the board, revealing some graded starlet selling perfume named "Elixir" advertised on it.
Reaching the very top still harmoniously flying together they perform another gravity defying manoeuvre and stall to an almost dead halt to the air behind the billboard, high on the frame.
The two birds then with equal ease and nonchalance vanish for a split second, and then re-appear changed. Their very particles seem to fall apart as if turning to dust, however the dust is iridescent, both mesmerizing and terrify colours, flashing in an in-explainable cosmic manner. All of this is in an instant, and now high on the truss these two naked people are the fastest raptor on the planet no more.
The two, male and female it seems are not in any way perturbed by their transformation, and why should they? It was one of the many things those few of their kind could do naturally.
Meeting eyes with a cute smile, they move to embrace. Never missing an opportunity to indulge in each other and magically hovering in the post electric atmospherics they are compelled to make love in the heady evening warmth. Storm still tingling on the horizon.
Some time passes as they organically meld and writhe into different positions, literally hovering in the cast light of diffused illumination, she upon him now and he holds her, pausing, he withdraws slightly, her nose wrinkles playfully and says he looking warmly into her eyes:
" Not yet. I want to save mine for..."
He is interrupted as she tenses her pelvic muscles, which surrounding his own pulse, draws him toward her once more
"Great idea and I admire you for it"
Succumbing, he moves toward her and their bodies connect....getting just the right angle, her clitoris aligned on his slightly raised area opposite, plunged all the way
“ “ The creature I know you are has way more than that up his sleeve”... Reach out and move with me”
Whether in this highly unusual setting or not she was a beautiful being, in fact she radiated a unique beauty. Not in the plastic way of the billboard model but the kind that you cannot place a finger on and totally transfixing. So very petite yet proportioned with strength and substance matched.
The odds offered absolutely no alternative. So he continues. Increasing a grip on her arse, communicating through touch and connecting with breath, pulling her ever closer. His hand moves up her body exploring her breasts.
Knowing each other for 300 years had the benefit of him knowing exactly the right moment to apply pressure to her nipples. In response to the attention on her breasts her sense of control slips, and caught up in the moment he sharply pinches, all the time moving together with similar symphony to the grace of the peregrines of their previous form. He times the firmest tweaks with her in-breath and this suddenly tips the balance, catalyzing a transcendental perfection of pleasure and pain, and it overtakes her. Head back. Hair in the breeze, Her eyes somewhere else. The vein on her neck pulses and her back arches and her body tenses in this hovering straddle.
With no other option but to wank, in a small office within a vast complex some 3 miles away from the location of this highly unlikely sensual exchange, the operator of a small and very hi-tech drone which, equipped with a nifty little camera silent to the lovers pauses in the air some distance away and a capable zoom lens hones in on the unfolding orgasm in the artificially illuminated framework.
It had been the flight of his life, tracking the falcons, but he had could not have even dreamt of this! He was thinking that this was probably the best porn to have ever been shot in the world, with a side portion of proof of supernatural powers. The prospects of the impending world wide fame becoming a little overwhelming for him, and just as the orgasm climaxed in his monitor screen, so did his seed spurt out onto his keyboard. “Holy Shit” He said.
Quickly wiping away his jizz he opens up a page of a website and on it are none other than the two people in his monitor! It is a site advertising themselves as escorts, with a wide range of scenarios and experiences to hire, including role-playing and some other rather strange options.
It reads: TO MAKE A BOOKING. CLICK HERE.
He clicks the link.
Pressing record on a small Dictaphone he says.
“ I’ll give those two a booking that is for sure”
“ Revenge is a dish served with pleasure. We are all going to have a lot of fun, and I am going to have the most”
Suddenly the remote feed blinks and goes black on his monitor, the drone control goes offline and lights flash.
“Clever bastards” He says.
Stay tuned for chapter two
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