What if Turnabout WAS Fair Play?

Chapter 5 – Lorelei and Sonic Avenger

Kate bit her lip as Sonic laid her down on the bed, her lower legs hanging off the edge. She watched as he removed his VISOR and set it on her dresser, then quickly stripped off his boots and blue and gold costume.

He was broad and heavy with muscle, which rippled beneath his chocolate skin with each movement. His thighs were thick and strong. She already discovered the strength of his arms. She blushed when she saw him watching her watching him. He smiled.

Her gaze dropped to his sex, and she felt a flash of trepidation. He was thick and hard. Very thick and very hard. Jesus. It was never going to fit.

She swallowed hard as he walked toward her. He looked into her eyes a moment, then looked slowly down her body. She felt his gaze like a soft caress down her neck, her breasts, her belly. He reached down and unzipped her boots, pulling them off one at a time and discarding them to the side. Then he slowly drew down the zipof hof her pants, revealing the soft pale skin of her lower belly and lower. His hands slipped beneath the waistband and cupped her buttocks, slowly sliding her pants down over her hips. He pushed first one pant leg off, then the other. Kate felt a surge of heat when he raised the leather to his face, inhaling deeply.

Tossing the pants aside, he slipped his knee between hers and nudged her legs apart until he was standing between her thighs. Bending over he grasped her hips and slid her down to the edge of the bed. He held her legs apart and knelt on the floor, settling himself between her knees. He ran his hands slowly up her inner thighs, and she felt herself caught between the ticklish sensation and the heated knowledge of what was coming next.

She caught a glimpse of one of the cameras in her room and flu, tr, trying to close her legs.

“There are cameras in here too, Damion,” she said hoarsely. “Just let me call…”

“Kate,” he interrupted. She raised her head and looked at him. He caught her gaze and deliberately pushed her legs further apart. He looked over his shoulder at the camera, then moved his body slightly so that it had an obviously unobstru vie view. He drew his hands to the apex of her thighs, framing her sex and using his thumbs to gently spread her nether lips. She gasped and let her head fall back to the bed as she felt his touch along her sensitive flesh, gliding easily across her wet heat. His thumb dipped briefly at her entrance, just a flutter of pressure but enough to make her hips rock.

He bent his head and kissed the inner aspect of her thigh, holding her wide open with his hand. He licked and nibbled at both her thighs until she was moving her hips beneath his hands, silently urging him toward her epicenter. He paused, and then she felt his warm breath right where she wanted him. She raised her hips toward his mouth, but he kept his distance, waiting until she was straining as far off the bed as she could before giving her a darting lick across the hooded bundle of nerves. She cried out and her hips jerked in reaction. He pushed the pad of his thumb against her entrance, letting her work herself against it as he urged her hips back to the bed.

She spread her legs wider, silently begging him for more, her fingers brushing his head. His tongue darted out across her clitoris while his hands pressed her down against the bed. She groaned as he ran his thumbs between her lips again, spreading her further, and then his tongue was there, slowly lapping up between them. He pressed the tip of his tongue against her entrance, making her shudder with need, then began licking at her clitoris in more rhythmic strokes.

Pleasure spread through her sex, radiating out from her pelvis and heating her flesh. She clutched at the smooth skin of his head, moving her hips slightly so that he was licking the side of the shaft of her clitoris, right along her most sensitive spot. Again and again he licked at her, occasionally startling her by sucking or biting at her. She began to quiver, aching for more, and couldn’t keep from thing ing gently against the mouth working over her sex. She ached there, almost in pain with a need that could only be satisfied from the inside.

As if he could read her mind he lifted his head. She groaned and tried to bring him back closer, but he ignored her hands and set one knee beside her on the bed. She looked down and saw his hard erection jutting from his body, a small drop of glistening moisture beading on the tip of the head. She ran her fingers over his firm buttocks and down the back of his thigh, before running back up the front and lightly brushing the back of her knuckles along his erection.

He leaned over her and kissed her deeply, and she could taste herself on his skin. Inexplicably excited by the taste and scent of her own arousal she licked greedily at his lips and chin, lapping up every trace. He caught her mouth with his, then slipped his hands behind her back and lifted her up further onto the bed. She pushed with her heels, pulling him along with her.

He lay down beside her on the bed as she lay on her back, running his hand from her neck down over her breast to her lower belly, where he spread his hand to cover her pelvis. She tried to pull him down for another kiss, but he only gave her a nip before raising himself up on one elbow. He watched her face as he rubbed slowly down between her legs.

She could feel his erection against her hip and reached down, lightly touching his belly with her fingertips. He turned slightly, giving her better access, and closed his eyes briefly when she ran her fingers down her belly to lightly encircle the base of his erection. She ran her fingers along the topside, feeling the engorged veins standing out beneath the silky skin. The skin stretched so tightly over his iron hardness. She rubbed her fingers gently around the head, dipping in the drop of moisture there and spreading it around to lubricate her touch. She traced the length of the underside back to the base, then slipped her fist around him. She gently pulled along the length of him and back, feeling how thick and hard he was, but stilled when she felt his finger press against her. Hbbedbbed his fingertip over her clitoris, making her moan, then slid it down along her lips to her entrance.

She saw him look down between her legs as he slowly pressed one finger inside her. She rolled her head at the sensation of being filled. His finger slid in, gliding along her slick walls, and she felt herself spasm once as he pushed it all the way in.

“God, you’re tight,” he murmured, gently moving his finger in and out just enough to let her feel it. He slowly withdrew his finger and rubbed it over her clitoris again, spreading her wetness. Then she felt pressure again, more this time, and he spent more time massaging the tight muscles at her entrance before pushing gently inside. She moaned, feeling stretched and full, and her hand tightened around his length, beginning to move once again.

He bent down and kissed her deeply again, his tongue mimicking the movements of his fingers e ple played with her. He shifted slightly, and she felt exquisite pressure of his thumb rubbing over her clitoris while he slowly moved and circled his fingers. Heat tightened in her belly, and she began to pump her hand on his shaft more rhythmically, occasionally going all the way over the head to catch the drops of fluid there with her thumb and spreading it down with her hand.

She began to ache for more and she tugged at him, trying to urge him over her. She rubbed her thigh against his, spreading her legs wider in encouragement. The maddeningly gentle stroking continued, but he denied her the pressure she really wanted.

“Damion,” she murmured, pulling at him, her eyes heavy and dark with arousal.

“Mmmm?” He seemed content to watch her face and pet her, and she rocked her pelvis against his hand.

“I want you inside me,” she informed him. He gave her a deep stroke that made her gasp, then continued his languid movements.

“Okay,” he said. The stroking continued, making her lift her hips restlessly.

“Now,” she clarified.

“Mmmm.” She moaned as he cupped her more fully, palming her and letting her rub herself against his hand.

Waves of pleasure were washing over her, and she knew it wouldn’t take much before she’d orgasm. She needed him inside her now.

Kate pushed at his chest, raising herself up and rolling over on top of him. He went too easily and they made the change too smoothly for her to believe he’d had any other outcome in mind. She grabbed his wrist and held his hand still while she rubbed herself against him several times, throwing her head back with the sensation. Then she pushed his hand away and lifted herself off his working fingers. She felt bereft without the pressure of his fingers filling her, but planned to fill herself with something much more satisfying.

Damion raised his hand to his mouth and licked at his fingers, then ran his hands along her flanks, trailing his fingers lightly along her skin. She settled her knees on either side of his hips, then lowered herself until she felt his hard length brushing her inner thighs. She moved her hips gently, teasing herself with the light pressure of his erection brushing the apex of her thighs. She gasped when he pulled her torso down to his face, burying his face between her breasts before lavishing them with attention with his mouth and hands.

She slid forward along his erection, feeling it slide along the slick folds of her sex, then started pushing back again. The blunt end of his hard length nudged her entrance, and she froze.

He lay his head back when she paused, looking up at her with apparent concern. She smiled a distracted reassurance, her eyes unfocused as she concentrated on the sensation of being penetrated fully for the first time in so long.

She eased herself down slightly, pushing herself over the bulbous head, feeling it stretch her and then push through the ring of muscles at her entrance. That was a sensation she wanted to repeat, so she pulled herself just as slowly off of him and pushed down again, easing herself over him. Over and over again she felt that exquisite stretching, but she wanted more. She pushed against him, impaling herself slowly on his thick erection.

The stretching sensation intensified and approached discomfort as she worked herself down over the head and onto the thicker shaft. She hesitated, caught between the edge of pain and the promise of deeper pleasure. She wanted to feel him all the way inside her, but she felt like a pair of jeans that was two sizes too small. She heard herself whimper, unable to force herself down further, but the pleasure of having him in her made her want to feel him all the way inside.

He rocked his hips gently beneath her, and she discovered that she could take a bit more, after all. He slid another centimeter inside her slick passage, making her groan with the sensation. She withdrew slightly, but was ready for more and let herself down again. He set his hands on her hips and helped press her down on his erection, and she sucked in her breath as she was stretched further.

“Just a little more,” he coaxed. “You can take it.”

She eased herself off him again, paused, and then pushed more firmly down, giving a keening cry when she felt him seat to the hilt. He groaned and gripped her hips tightly in his hands, holding her in place. She gasped for breath as her heart pounded. Discomfort fought a losing battle with the aching warmth spreading slowly through her loins.

She rocked her hips gently with his length buried inside her, and was rewarded with a stab of pleasure. She began to thrust gently on him, withdrawing a bit further each time, until she was moving herself up and down his entire length. He began to lift his hips off the bed in time with her thrusts, rocking her more firmly as she rode him.

She fell forward, bracing herself on her hands to get more leverage, lifting her bottom and shoving herself back down again, moaning as the position enabled her to rub her clitoris against his pelvis. Her hair spilled down around her face and onto his chest, obscuring her vision and waving with each thrust. She tossed her head so that it fell over one shoulder, but he reached up and ran his fingers through it, gathering a handful in his fist. He pulled gently, bringing her down for a kiss while she greedily shoved herself up and down on him.

“This way,” he said suddenly, pulling her tight against his chest as he sat upright with her on his lap. He buried his hands in her hair and kissed her deeply before running his hands down to her thighs and sliding them under her knees, hooking her legs over his arms. Then he slid his hands under her bottom, lifting her weight and pulling her pelvis tight against his. She gasped against his mouth as he rocked beneath her, bringing himself to a kneeling position.

He seemed even deeper inside her now, if that was even possible. He thrust himself against her, then began moving her bottom with his hands, swinging her so that she was impaled over and over again on his hard length. He groaned and she clutched at him frantically as her clitoris was caught between their bodies with each thrust.

When he began to vibrate his body it shot an electric blue spear of sensation right up from her stretched and sensitive sex through her belly all the way to the back of her head. She cried out against his mouth as her body convulsed, squeezing with spasms of pleasure around his thick length. She shook with the force of her orgasm, her world a chaos of light and sensation.

She dimly felt him jerking and groaning against her, holding her tight and lifting her with the force of his erratic thrusts. He shuddered against her, burying his face in her hair for a moment before capturing her mouth in a slow, deep kiss.

He held her against him, not letting her off, and slowly lay down on the bed with her stretched on top of him like a blanket. She shivered slightly as cool air blew over her heated body, and he reached over and grabbed the edge of the bedspread, pulling it haphazardly over them.

She lay with her head on his chest, listening to the pounding of his heart beneath her ear as it slowed and eased its tempo. She traced her fingers lightly over the smooth skin of his chest, wondering if things were going to get uncomfortable now.

“Wow,” he said, stroking her back. “When can we go again?”

She smiled. She should have known.

******

Damion lay still with his eyes shut a moment, trying to decide what had woken him. He felt a small, warm body snuggled against him. A body with breasts. Right. Kate.

A small sound caught his attention. It sounded suspiciously like a hiss for attention.

“I know you’re awake,” a male voice whispered. “Come on, get up. Now.”

Damion opened his eyes and glared at the large blond man in the open doorway. Simon. This was not what he had planned for the morning. Hehoughought of something more along the lines of Kate waking him up with kisses in interesting places. He turned his head and squinted at the bedside clock. They hadn’t even been asleep two hours.

“Go away,” he mouthed, not wanting to wake Kate up.

The blonde man scowled and narrowed his eyes at him. “Get your ass out of bed, get your clothes, and get out here. Please,” he added grudgingly.

Whatever. The guy obviously was going to play the part of the angry father until Damion did what he said. He’d just have to set him straight and get back to bed before Kate even knew he was gone.

He eased himself out from under her arm and off the bed as quietly as possible. He grabbed his uniform, boots, and VISOR, and carried them under his arm. He’d be damned if he was going to hop around on one leg getting dressed while her damned bodyguard watched.

He had no sooner pushed past Simon than the big man closed the vault door and locked it in place. He brushed past Damion and went to the monitor station.

Damion followed him out of curiosity. The screen showed Kate sleeping quietly in bed. By herself. Damion scowled at the sight.
“Enjoy yourself watching us last night?” he asked.

The blonde man said nothing, his attention focused on the sn. n. His lips tightened.

Damion turned back to the screen and watched as Kate rolled over in bed, moving restlessly.

“You might as well get dressed,” Simon said quietly. Damion decided it didn’t look like he was going to be allowed back into the vault any time soon, and it was a bit weird to be standing around holding his clothes. He quickly pulled on his uniform and boots, but left the VISOR o
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“I don’t think she’ll appreciate you seeing this,” the blonde man said. A glance at Damion confirmed the bodyguard’s suspicion that the hero wasn’t going anywhere. He reached down and hit a key code. Damion could hear Kate moaning softly over the small speakers at the station. It came across kind of tinny, like a recording, rather than her usual richly beautiful voice.

Damion narrowed his eyes and leaned forward to get a better look. Were those shadows moving over her? Realizing it was waves of color, he straightened and shot Simon a look.

“Lorelei,” he said. Simon said nothing.

Damion watched the screen as Kate’s body blurred and changed slightly. Her fingers developed talons; her head became more streamlined and elongated. Her skin washed a dark blue. When her eyes opened they were completely black and flat, like a shark.

Lorelei shifted languidly in the bed, looking straight at the camera.

“I can still feel you, little man,” she said over the speaker. Damion felt a shiver go down his spine as he felt something crawl over his consciousness. She smiled,wingwing a mouthful of sharp, conical teeth. “Do you think these walls can keep me from you?” she asked. “You can hide from my voice, but not from me.”

She pulled the sheets off her body, stretching slowly and smiling at the camera. It was not a pleasant smile. “Do you not think me lovely?” she murmured, cocking her head to the side. “Do you not want to touch me?” she asked, drawing a taloned finger down her body in a parody of a lover’s caress. It left a dark trail behind. Blood.

“Lorelei,” Simon said sharply, thumbing the microphone switch.

The siren hissed, but drew her talons away. “Do you fear me?” she asked, and Damion could feel her at the edge of his mind, rifling through his emotions. She laughed. “You amuse me, human,” she said with a malevolent smile. “I think I shall keep you for a while before I drink the breath from your lungs.”

Anger crossed her features and the color began to wash from her skin, leaving her the way she had been when Damion had first met Kate at the Danger, Inc. headquarters. Her hair faded to lavender and her face became still and serene. Watching Kate on the screen as she regained control of herself and the siren, she might as well have been clothed. Miss Prissypants. The thought was tinged with sadness.

“I’ll be a few minutes, Simon,” she said softly. “Would you be so kind as to escort Mr. Damionte to the casual dining room and see that something light is prepared for us?”

Twenty minutes later he sat across the table from her. He had to admit the food was good, but this had to be the first time he’d ever done a morning-after breakfast that involved a cook, and butler, and a bodyguard. Not to mention the fact that he was in uniform and his lady was dressed from chin to toes in a conservative wool suit. No morning-after talk, either. There hadn’t even been any of that awkward morning-after silence. Heaven forbid Kate St. Claire allow anything so uncivilized.

“The car is ready, Ms. St. Claire,” Simon said.

“Thank you, Simon,” she said. At her nod he left them alone in the room, closing the door softly behind him. She stood and walked around the table to take Damion’s gently hand in her own, drawing him to his feet.

“Thank you for last night,” she said, holding his hand in hers. The look in her eyes told him her thanks was an understatement. She lifted her other hand and brushed her fingertips gently over his lips. “Thank you,” she said again, softly.

Her fingers drew reluctantly away from his hand and she looked up at him a moment before turning toward the door. Still a bit stunned by it all, he thought he should probably say something, but every thought that was racing through his head sounded forced, or worse, like a line. He kept his mouth shut, knowing that in a few days he’d think of 15 million excellent things that he could have said, and it would all be too late.

“My chauffeur will take you home,” she said, pausing in the doorway without turning. “I shall see you at headquarters this afternoon for our review of the interrogation tapes.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you then,” Damion said. Right. It never happened. Back to business as usual.

He decided he’d never tell her he could hear her tears hit the material of her suit.


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