Helena tossed her hair over her shoulder as she exited the gym. She had just finished putting herself through another brutal workout routine in a continuing effort to improve her physical appearance, and as she made her way out of the gym she noticed the faint scent of soap and musky cologne wafting about her. Her hair, which was colored a rich chocolate brown and highlighted with blond streaks, hung loosely past her shoulders, and was still damp from the hot shower she indulged in before leaving. A small reward for her efforts, she reminded herself wryly.

Hastily, she made her way to the nearby bookstore that was in the same complex her gym was located at. After her workouts, Helena usually went to the bookstore to enjoy a rare moment of peace and quiet with a book or magazine before catching a bus back home and resuming her full-time job schedule.

time perusing the numerous books and magazines. Sometimes, she noted, he would be staring at her with great interest, which at first made her somewhat uncomfortable. Recently, however, this took on a sensually-charged atmosphere.

Rather, he was more physically appealing, appearing to be in his mid-to-late twenties and well groomed. He stood just over six feet tall, possessed a muscular frame and a mane of long blond hair that fell in waves past his shoulder blades. He was always dressed in black whenever Helena saw him. Occasionally she would catch him spying on her with great interest, but only out of the corner of her eye. When she directed her gaze fully onto him, he would resume concentrating on whatever reading material captured his attention that day.

That was what usually happened, but one day last week she was pleasantly surprised to have him engage in conversation with her. She was leaning against the bookshelves marked "Horror", and had her nose buried in an Anne Rice novel; one of the numerous Vampire Chronicles. She was fully absorbed in a chapter when the handsome blond stranger leaned over her shoulder and murmured, "She's a tremendously descriptive author, isn't she?"

Her heart pounded furiously within her ribcage when his breath, light as a feather, faintly tickled the inner recesses of her ear, his lips almost as close, as he continued. "In my opinion, her best writing is within the Sleeping Beauty series," he said. "Her descriptions are so powerfully seductive... I could hardly put the books down, if you know what I mean."

She literally dropped the book she held as she tried to make her way after him, but her search was fruitless; a steady stream of customers were filing through, making it easier for the stranger to exorcise some form of subterfuge. She felt inexplicably compelled to follow him, to try and search further into the recesses of this developing mystery, to continue to stoke the fires that flamed whenever he laid his ice-blue eyes on her.

That was the last time Helena received contact with her handsome stranger. Since that occurrance, and even before then, she occasionally caught sight of the same gentleman at a goth bar she liked to visit in Toronto, which was located in the trendy Queen Street West area. It was called Sanctuary:, and was an easy building to landmark, with its black brick exterior, the huge white crucifix adorning the front doorway, and the larger-than-life flying skeleton located on the side wall of the structure.

Sanctuary was an unusual bar for Helena. There would always be a crowd congregated in front of its entrance, and the bouncers would always have their hands full turning people away. She supposed it was because of a somewhat strict dress code that adhered to the gothic lifestyle, or because of a desire to cultivate a unique clientele. And yet whenever she approached the cross-emblazoned entrance, security would step aside to let her gain entrance to its murky interior. Other hopefuls, usually pale-faced, either naturally or otherwise, and dressed in various outfits all containing no other color but black, would occasionally sneer at her or raise their protests further with the bouncers as she was waved inside.

Not like her appearance necessarily set her apart from the devoted crowd that would congregate at this bar, however; with her piercings, numerous tattoos and naturally pale skin, Helena could easily become lost within the crowd. Or so she thought.

Whether alone or with friends, Helena would always be under the watchful eye of her amorous admirer. He would be positioned either near the entrance to the Catacombs, a less noisy bar located in the annals of the building, or by the chain-link fence that kept the dance floor separated from the bar traffic. And, at all times, his eyes would only be on her.

Of course, this sensuous stalker wouldn't venture out onto the dance floor as she allowed her body to become enslaved by the music that poured out of the powerful PA system. Often she caught herself dancing as though for a private audience of one. Him. The man who she knew nothing about, yet she felt he could absorb everything about her without trying. Sweaty, fishnet-clad bodies would surround her from all sides, and his ever-present gaze would pick her out as she danced for only him.

industrial-influenced music would be wafting about them as he drew her closer to him in a strong embrace, whereupon he would kiss her passionately. She would, of course, return the heady exchange. Sometimes the dreams would take on an even more intimate setting, but no matter what the subject material she would always feel a slight sense of disappointment upon awakening.

from between her legs led her to the "Erotica" section. She therefore found herself in front of the designated shelves, poring over various titles: "The Pearl", "Erotic Tales of an Edwardian Dandy", and so forth.

Her eyes settled upon the "Sleeping Beauty" trilogy written by Anne Rice under the pseudonym A.N. Roquelaure. She picked up the first volume, "The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty", and began to read. Her cleft became moistened as she perused the well-read passages of Beauty during her reawakening after the often-told hundred-year slumber by the handsome prince. The story was retold, of course, in a fairly erotic manner, a sensation that deepened when she detected a familiar yet warm stare settling upon her.

strappy black tank top. She saw that he wore a short-sleeved black velvet shirt and black jeans. Unusual choices for the humid summer heat, she noticed. the shirt was opened to mid-chest, in between the folds of which was nestled a silver medallion on a black cord. His sunkissed hair flowed down his back unencumbered, and as she gazed at the tresses fixedly she unconsciously ran her fingers through her damp mane.

brushed it back with his strong hands. He stood impossibly close behind her as he leaned over to accommodate her five-foot-five frame, and whispered, "You couldn't resist the temptation, could you?" His hands went to her shoulders and held them in a firm yet gentle grasp as his lips softly grazed her ear.

attention. "Wait!" she called after him when he began walking away. "Who are you? What's your name?" He quickly disappeared into the swelling throng of shoppers. She tried to follow but became lost within the stream of bodies. Disappointed, she stopped her search and turned to head for the mall entrance of the store.

everything." His arms wound around her waist once more as he hurriedly planted an urgent kiss on her quivering mouth. "Who are you?" he whispered after breaking the kiss.

When she re-entered the busy mall, she frantically searched for and found a nearby bench upon which she sat. Trying to keep from hyperventilating, she slowly opened her palm to reveal what it was the handsome blond gentleman gave her. It was a small white business card upon which was written, in bold black lettering, "Christian". Underneath the name was an elaborate cross of neo-Celtic design. There was no phone number or any further information for that matter elsewhere on the card. Only the name and cross were displayed.

Her heart threatened to burst from its confines within her ribcage as she remembered Christian's instructions. "Come to Sanctuary on Friday night," she recalled him whispering into her ear. "I'll come for you and explain everything..."

Walking briskly through the mall towards the bus stop, Helena was aware of a few appreciative glances thrown her way. She wore a strappy black minidress with a pair of platform Mary Jane shoes; the ensemble showed off her newly slimmed waistline and toned legs nicely, as well as the tattoos on her shoulders and ankles. Her breasts were nestled in the black lace bra she wore; the matching black thong pulled insistently beneath her dress. A silver

She caught a bus, and got off at the bus terminal downtown. After purchasing a return ticket to Toronto, she sat on a nearby bench and took a deep breath. Trying to control her nervousness, she took out the small white card Christian gave her out of her black PVC bag, and peered at it as if seeing the physical reminder of his prescence would give her courage. Courage to follow through with this unexpected rendez-vous, to maybe prove that this wasn't merely a dream conjured up by a lonely soul, she thought to herself. The bold black lettering and ornate cross design remained in her palm, refusing to vanish from sight. Her bus was called over the PA, and she boarded the Greyhound that was bound for downtown Toronto.

quiet for a Friday evening, she was making her way over to Queen Street West. The pavement was warm under her feet, and she looked skyward where a bleeding sunset met the horizon on a cloudless night. Her heart hammered away in her ribcage erratically. Maybe this escapade can only get better, she thought nervously, and smiled faintly. Hopefully I'll get all the answers I seek.

Earlier that day, she had picked up a book belonging to the "Black Lace" series to read on the bus, and, after seating herself on the stone steps of the side door of the club, picked up where she left off. Her tongue crept into the corner of her mouth as she became absorbed by the explicit yet sensitive descriptions of a young woman undressing for the first time for her lover, and she brazenly imagined herself and Christian in the places of the young couple in the book.

As if on cue, she sensed someone was watching her, and it was a welcome intimacy. Instead of becoming startled by his prescence, this time she smiled warmly and looked away from the page she was reading when Christian approached her. "What holds your attention this time?" he asked, seating himself very close to where she sat. He wore a black mesh T-shirt, black jeans and motorcycle boots. His hair cascaded over his shoulders, occasionally stirred by the warm summer breeze.

"It's a story of a young woman surrendering her innocence," Helena said. Suddenly she noticed his eyes were drawn to her face, then to her cleavage that peeked out from the top of her dress, then to the book she held.

She cleared her throat again and began to read aloud where she left off. "'Her bosom swelled within the confines of the black corset, in which they were tightly bound. He leaned over and began to trace his tongue along her collarbone, which sent waves of pleasure through her entire being.'" As she read, Christian placed slow, light kisses along her shoulders, descending into the hollow of her neck.

She tried to steady her voice, a seemingly impossible task considering what was being done to her, as she continued. "'His tongue descended into the burrow of her cleavage and followed the network of blue veins that criss-crossed along her breasts. She sighed a wistful sigh and cradled his head against its new resting-place, enjoying the pleasures that were once forbidden to her.'"

Her free hand clutched his, still holding her about the waist, and he returned the grasp. "I... I desire you too," she admitted, attempting to control her breathing. "I feel this unexplainable attraction to you, and I'm not sure what to do about it anymore."

"You never know," she said as lightly as she could manage. "Well, where do you suggest we go?" A hint of playfulness entered her voice as she set the book back into her bag.

He then stood, holding is hands out to her. She accepted his grasp and reaised herself as well. At that moment she noticed that the doors to Sanctuary were wide open, and she could hear the dark industrial rhythms pounding away and drifting out into the street.

As Christian and Helena approaced the mammoth crucifix that adorned the main entrance to Sanctuary, Helena could already hear the pleas and cajoling of persons wanting to gain entrance. "Aw, c'mon, let me in!" a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties implored the doorman. "I know the deejay, I was here last week!" The young man in question wore black bondage pants and a torn T-shirt, and sported numerous piercings.

The doorman appeared unmoved by the young man's pleas as he checked someone's ID. Other voices joined in, forming a desperate cacophony of noise. "It's my birthday!" "The bartender is my roommate." "My friends are in there!" "I wanted to go someplace cool tonight."

Helena and Christian approached, arm-in-arm, and the doorman stepped back, smiling at the couple. "Welcome to Sanctuary," he intoned in a deep baritone, not bothering to ask for identification of any kind.

As they swept past the crowd, they could hear, "How come they get to go in and you don't check them for ID?" and so forth. Helena almost felt sorry for the doorman as the catcalls rebounded around the entrance.

said, "I assure you I wouldn't dream of putting you in any harm, or violating you in any way whatsoever." He leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I'm merely captivated by your mystery and beauty, and would love nothing more than to show you my appreciation for discovering the rare jewel that is you," he murmured against her lips.

Her breathing became laboured as the kiss deepened, and she quickly became oblivious to her surroundings. Other patrons seemed not to notice or care about Helena and Christian's intimate prescence together, which relieved her. When the kiss broke, Helena looked around her; the bar was rapidly filling up with men and women of various ages, all clad in black or dark colored clothing. The evening air was still balmy, yet there were some people dressed head-to-toe in black leather and PVC. The dance floor was a mere stone's throw away from where she and Christian stood, and already it was teeming with bodies hypnotically swaying and dancing to the rhythms of Sisters Of Mercy.

A deep chuckle erupted from his throat, and she saw a warm grin spread across his face. "I didn't ask you how much money you had," he whispered against her hair. "I asked you what you'd like to drink."

"Well, there's a lot of things I think you don't do often, such as travel to another city to be with someone you hardly know and see where fate takes you," he responded. Therefore, I believe tonight will be an evening of unpredictability and release, not just for you, but for myself as well." His hand casually reached up to toy with one of the straps of her dress. The electricity of his touch made her shiver with delight, especially when his dexterious fingers started to stroke the skin beneath the fabric.

"Maybe we should find someplace to sit first," she suggested. After depositing Helena's bag with the coat check, Christian took her hand in his and led her to a vacant booth that was located near the dance floor. Helena slid in first, against the wall, then Christian seated himself beside her. The industrial sounds of Frontline Assembly pounded out of the speaker system with its machine-gun beats, yet above that din Helena was too aware of the rapid beating of her heart.

her shoulder as he sought to regain composure. "I've dreamed of tasting you, of just taking you, and..." He was cut off in mid-sentence as she boldly leaned over and captured his lips with her own.

"Mmm, I hope nobody notices," he said, then began kissing a trail along her collarbone. His long hair brushed against her, and she ran her hands through it, knowing how long she'd wanted to do that. But sudden alarm forced her back to reality.

three-quarters of the dance floor, and there were tables and chairs located on either side. There was a small bar at the landing where a bored looking female draped in black served customers, and a closed-sized deejay booth draped with army netting was located beside the bar. Helena could pick out the sparse candle flames located about the place, including two that framed the bar's countertop.

There weren't as many patrons here as there were upstairs; some were on the dance floor prancing about to Lycia. Some clustered at tables near the back of the bar, and others sat in twos or threes on the seats that lined the dance floor.

"Welcome to the Catacombs," Christian purred in her ear as he stood behind her, draping his arms around her. "This is where I come when thinngs get too hectic upstairs. Also," he said, drawing his lips against her cheek, "this is where I first saw you."

"Welcome to the Catacombs," Christian purred in Helena's ear as he stood behind her, draping his arms around her. She returned the grasp as she continued her survey. "This is where I come to get away from it all. Also," he said, drawing his lips against her cheek, "this is where I first saw you."

Helena started. The first time she even came here, it was late autumn and she was with a couple of friends. She wanted to explore this haunt, and therefore descended the dark, damp stairwell to the mysterious lair that lay beneath Sanctuary unguided and alone. 'My God,' she thought. 'Was I under such intimate surveillance all this time?'

gorgeous red brocade miniskirt," he replied as he touched her cheek affectionately. "I remember you danced to a Type O Negative song, and you looked like you were lost in what you were doing."

She turned around completely to look at him. "That was last October," she said, not bothering to conceal her surprise as she remembered that night. "Where were you? Were you with anyone?"

myself to leave, but you caught my attention. You kept me rooted to the spot. I had to watch you dance because your complete abandonment to the music turned me on." He leaned closer to her to whisper in her ear. "When you finally left the dance floor you were sweating a little. You looked like you just had very fulfilling and wicked sex. Speaking of..." His voice trailed off as he looked behind them. She followed his gaze to a couple embracing passionately in a booth off to the side of the dance floor.

"What am I supposed to be seeing?" she asked, then brushed her lips against his earlobe, letting the tip of her tongue flick momentarily against the sensitive skin. "Is this just a prelimimary exercise to what I should be expecting tonight?"

"Arousing?" Christian finished her thought for her. "Don't worry, I won't bend you over a pool table and have my way with you here. Although that would prove very interesting indeed..." He chuckled darkly at this, and kissed her mouth again. "Come on, let's go back upstairs."

capacity since their venture to the basement. The dance floor up here was uncomfortably crowded with people enjoying the haunting vibrations of Switchblade Symphony. Christian surveyed the crowd for an opening, and, seeming to find one, took Helena by the arm and led her into the very pit of sweating, writhing bodies.

place where I began to come alive again." Helena wondered what he could have meant by that last statement, but her pondering was cut short by his lips gently feeding off of hers. His six-foot frame nearly towered over her figure,

diminutive by comparison, protecting and sheltering her. "I could only watch you move in my dreams since then, but now that you're here with me I want to see it again. Then later," he groaned, nuzzling the tender skin on her throat, "I can show you how grateful I am to find you."

The impromptu romantic interlude was cut short by a slender female, draped in funeral black lace, who accidentally bumped into the twosome while dancing. After righting herself, she saw the couple and scowled dramatically. "Get a room," she hissed, then pranced away.

"Don't worry, my melancholic mistresses," Christian cajoled. "We will later." He looked back to Helena and promptly burst out laughing. "I know," he said, answering her facial expression that bore curiosity and comtempt. "The attitude really gets to me after awhile, too." He chuckled to himself again, then smiled at her.

Taking her in his arms, he began to guide their movements in time to "Ringfinger" by Nine Inch Nails, which had just started playing. Her body moved naturally to the insistent rhythms, and every once in awhile her eyes would meet his, albeit shyly. Christian's eyes boasted nothing short of smouldering passion, and his hands roamed freely over her form as the music enveloped them both. She felt as though she would explode if her passion wasn't sated soon. His very suggestive demeanor was maddening and enticing her, making her want to forget the people who surrounded them. Even on the darkened dance floor, which was occasionally punctured by the flashing of a strobe light or roving spotlight, she would feel singled out for attention. Her mind abruptly made up, she knew what to do next.

She took his face in both of her hands, effectively stopping the sensual circling of each other. His eyes showed surprise. "Take me home," Helena purred into his ear, allowing the pink tip of her tongue to brush against the lobe.

retrieved her bag. They made their way to the entrance of Sanctuary, the doors wide open and allowing the sweet summer winds to flow through. Helena stepped around a black-clad couple whose heads were close together as if in conversation. Other patrons were scattered about the front of the establishment, no doubt getting some much-needed fresh air away from the humid interior.

frantically. The cab sped on oblivious to Christian's efforts. "Damn cabbies, they think just because you're dressed in black you'll harm them somehow," he cursed after rejoining Helena on the sidewalk.

He joined in her laughter and slipped an arm around her waist. "Well, I do like the way you're dressed," he murmured, then kissed her. "Mmm, will I ever get tired of this?" he whispered against her lips.

The cab crept slowly to where Christian stood, and a large cabbie who appeared European leaned over the passenger seat to talk out of the window. "Where you off to?" he asked, his voice low, thick and musical.

Christian gave the man instructions as Helena stepped around him to open the back door. She heard his hushed tones as she swung her body over the vinyl seat and behind the cab driver. Christian climbed in beside her and closed the door. With a lurch the taxi left the curbside and sped down Queen Street East.

The radio in the cab was tuned in to a dance station and the cabbie hummed along with the tunes. Helena hoped he was oblivious to what was happening in the back seat; Christian was kissing her deeply and gently caressing her thighs under her dress.

"Tell me you've been thinking of me the way I think about you. Tell me you want to feel me all over you, inside you..." He whispered these words against her cheek as his fingers climbed higher. "I can't wait to feel your legs

Helena felt a wetness increase between her legs, and knew the flimsy g-string she wore wouldn't be able to contain the surge. She clung to Christian desperately, a wave of delicious dizziness washing over her. She gasped a little as

He took one of her hands in his and guided it to his crotch, where she felt his excitement swelling. The impressive length of his erection strained against the denim, and she stroked the bulge with her palm, idly fingering the buttons

that fastened his jeans shut. Meanwhile one of his hands now cupped her sex completely, his fingers massaging her crevice that was covered by now damp cloth. She moaned against his lips, and his tongue caressed hers to drown out the noise. She arched against him wantonly, her breathing shallow and hurried. 'How much longer can this go on?' she wondered as she felt the last shred of resistance begin to dissolve.

"I wouldn't worry about it too much," Christian tried to reassure her as his gaze followed the cab into the distance. He raked his hands through his hair a few times, then shook his head resignedly, chuckling lightly. He turned to Helena, a warm smile on his face. "Well?" he said, extending a hand to her and indicating a nearby house. "Shall we?"

Helena and Christian turned away from the curb and started walking towards what appeared to be an unassuming-looking house, which, by Helena's estimations, was located on the outskirts of downtown Toronto.

The house looked to be two stories high, with a short walk to the front porch from the sidewalk. Christian ascended the short stairwell leading to it, with Helena close behind him. The front light was on, illuminating the high doorway.

Christian unlocked the front door and swung it wide open, allowing the pair access. Helena gingerly stepped inside, her eyes surveying the interior. The entire house was dark, but from what Helena could pick out in the shadows it appeared to be well kept. The front room on the left of the entrance contained a television, racks of CDs, a sturdy looking coffee table and a large couch. To their right was a stairwell. Directly in front of her was a hallway that led to the kitchen, as well as a couple of other rooms Helena couldn't discern.

She set down her bag and removed her boots, then turned to look at Christian, who was locking the front door. "So this is where you spend time away from me?" she asked teasingly.

Christian looked up, grinning, as he removed his footwear, then took her in his arms again. "This is where I wanted to take you for the longest time," he purred into her ear as his hands kneaded her behind. "Welcome to my humble abode. I know you'll enjoy your stay."

caressed and pulled on hers. Meanwhile her hands roamed across his well-developed chest, her fingernails scratching lightly against the mesh material of his shirt. She began pulling the shirt from the waistband of his jeans in handfuls when he pulled away.

where her teeth took his skin gently between them, then her mouth began to caress his chest. She heard a sharp intake of breath from him as her lips closed onto a nipple, which stood taut against his tanned skin.

"Oh God," he whispered as her tongue flickered against the sensitive spot. "Ooh yes, Helena..." He cupped her head with one of his strong hands. She moved to the other nipple, bestowing it with equal treatment. A soft moan escaped him as she continued the torment.

her dress. His fingers twisted about the flimsy pieces of fabric, tugging almost insistently. "Do you really think I can restrain myself right now?" he asked her through gritted teeth.

She yelped in surprise when he suddenly lifted her from the floor and, placing her legs around his waist, backed her into a nearby wall. A photo that was mounted on the wall fell to the floor with a clatter upon impact. Helena's

tongue blazed a trail along the soft curves of her breasts, and his teeth pulled the lace that covered them. The moisture between her legs threatened to trickle down her highs; indeed she could feel it welling up against the

response, she threw her head back and tried to stifle a groan. Her knees were weak; she was grateful for the support he provided. She cupped the back of his head and held it in place, her fingers entwining with his long blond locks.

He groaned his assent and lowered his head to hers. "There's something I've got to take care of, Helena," he said, lightly caressing her hair. The long tresses flowed down her back, and he happily allowed his hands to become briefly ensnared in them. "Just wait in the front room a moment. I won't be too long, I promise."

Disentangling from her, he led her by the hand into the room. She made her way over to the couch. "Do you need help with anything?" she asked as she sank into the plush cushions.

Christian chuclked softly. "No, no, my dear. But thanks anyway. Just be patient. I'll call for you if I need you." He kissed her hand, which was still held in his, then made his way out of the room.

She looked about her curiously. The room was almost completely dark, with light from nearby streetlamps filtering through the curtains, which weren't completely drawn. There were some pictures standing on the table and nearby shelves, but due to the darkness she couldn't see their subjects. There was a stereo system against the wall to her right, and next to them several racks of CDs. She rose from the couch to try and inspect them. Her fingers trailing lightly along the edges, she could barely pick out some artists' names. She thought she saw Stone Temple Pilots

'Typical alternative fare,' she thought. 'So why would he be drawn to a place like Sanctuary?' Her searching resumed, and she noted with some surprise that there were CDs by artists like Lords Of Acid, Type O Negative and Delerium included in Christian's eclectic collection. 'So,' she smiled to herself. 'The boy's got taste.'

Her search was interrupted by a shout from the hallway. "Helena, could you come here please?" she heard Christian's voice beckon to her. "I need your help with something."

endearing glow. 'What exactly does Christian have in mind?' she wondered as she passed a doorway. "Where are you?" she repeated, looking further down the corridoor.

"Right here," Christian's voice answered her, and Helena nearly jumped when a hand took her arm. She looked up and saw Christian's sapphire gaze roving her body. "Come with me," he whispered, and led her to a doorway. She noticed more of the same soft light pouring forth from a partially opened door. "In here."

She walked up to the door and paused a moment. 'This is it,' she mentally reminded herself. 'This is the moment I've been waiting for, there's no turning back now.' Music streamed out of the room, soft, ethereal and trancelike. It sounded like Delerium's Karma CD. 'It's now or never, girl,' she told herself, and, taking a deep breath, pushed the door wide open.

Candlelight flooded Helena's vision; pillar candles were lit and stood in each corner of the room. Tealights were placed on available surfaces, including the window ledges and a nearby dresser. She gasped as her eyes finally alighted upon what she guessed to be a queen-sized bed, which sat high off the floor, and a dark green comforter covered the massive surface.

Helena felt deliciously exposed, but crossed her arms over her chest protectively. A warm breeze wafted across the room, caressing her nearly bared body. Christian turned her to face him completely, made an approving sound in his throat, then made his way to the bed and sat on the edge. She stood in front of him wearing only the black lace bra and matching g-string. She saw his tongue creep into the corner of his mouth, and tried not to squirm too much under his lustful gaze. His legs were opened; she couldn't help but notice the clear outline of his erection straining against his jeans.

She accepted his grasp, and he pulled her into an embrace. They clung to each other hungrily, mouths and hands caressing and clinging. A moan rose in her throat as he raked his fingernails lightly along her spine, and when she

"Oh God, Christian," she breathed as his lips descended into the valley of her cleavage. His tongue licked the tender flesh, sliding teasingly against the swelling of her breasts. To encourage him she pressed his head into the

fingertips over the puckered flesh. In respose, her nipples immediately stiffened, sending waves of pleasure through her. He smiled darkly as he watched this. "Does this turn you on, my love?" he asked in a low voice. "Do you want me to continue?"

His teeth and lips coaxed the hardening bud to stand at attention, and, from what she saw when she opened her eyes, the swelling between his legs increased in measure. Her hands strayed to the front of his jeans, gently cupping the engorged mound that seemed desperate to burst forth from its confines. Christian moaned as Helena did this, and he moved his mouth to her left breast, bestowing equal affection upon the sensitive skin there. Helena fingered the enclosure of Christian's jeans before deftly unfastening them.

"Ooh, Helena," he sighed as her fingers teased the head, and he threw his head back and groaned through clenched teeth. "Mmm, that feels so good..." A bead of moisture escaped the tip of his penis and permeated through the fabric.

Bending her head, Helena gently lapped at his lower abdomen and started to gently yank his briefs away. "You want me to do this, don't you?" she hwispered, then slipped his briefs over his hips. His erection burst free, bobbing slightly, and she wrapped one hand around it after discarding Christian's undergarment. She ran her hand along the hardened shaft, first in tentative strokes, then in longer, loving caresses.

enclosed around the swollen flesh. Her cleft felt as though it were becoming heavier with need as she ran her tongue around his thickness. She drew deeply upon his member, provoking Christian to groan aloud and clutch at her shoulders.

Her movements increased, as did his journey towards climax. His pleasure threatened to crest; abruptly he pulled himself out of her mouth, his entire body shaking. "I've got a better idea, my darling," he whispered hoarsely, and, sitting up, extended his hands to her.

her onto the bed. She ascended the massive structure and relaxed her head against the pillows. He kissed her deeply and ran his hands down her torso languorously, then turned around completely so he lay in opposite direction of her. She rolled onto her side to face him, his erection bobbing mere inches away from her lips.

"I want us to pleasure each other, Helena," he said as he looked down at her. Then his head disappeared between her legs, and she gasped as his tongue made intimate contact with her moist folds. His fingers parted them a little,

"Ooh, oh yes," she cried, then took him in her mouth again. Synchronized gasps, moans and whimpers filled the room, mingling with the music pouring forth from the stereo at the other end of the room. Her hand gripped the base of his cock possessively as she tok him further into her mouth. The pulling between her legs became even stronger as Christian's tongue strummed along her moist folds, lavishing special attention to the hardened bud between them. Responding, she suckled harder on his swollen flesh, twirling the tip of her tongue around the engorged head.

Breathing became heavier, more laboured, and movements became more frantic between the entwined couple. Helena bucked her hips underneath Christian's skilful mouth, and he in turn moved against her in similar fasion. Her hands roamed across his buttocks, pausing briefly to rake her manicured nails across them lightly. He gasped and dove into her cleft deeper, suckling on the tender flesh.

finger into her wet tunnel, followed by another. She softly mewed in reply. "Ooh yeah... mmm, you make me want to come right now..." His fingers caressed the interior muscles lovingly, and her hips bucked wilder against his touch. "Helena, my sweet baby, I want to take you right now."

She blushed and buried her face in the soft hollow of his neck. His hair felt soft against her skin, like a finely spun nest of gold. "Please," she whispered.

He lodged the head of his cock against her nether lips, nudging onward. He was at her damp opening, and could feel her straining against him. Her breathing sounded laboured, heavy with need as was his. He kissed her again, his mouth caressing hers warmly, then pushed himself into her with one firm, hard thrust.

A cry escaped Helena's lips at Christian's entrance, and she shuddered. Her mouth formed a perfect O, and her eyes were shut. He held still for a moment to let her get used to his size, and to feel her inner walls enclose around him. He withdrew, then plunged in again.

concentration as together they sought out a rhythm and threw themselves into it. "Ooh, Helena, that's it," he encouraged her as her hips thrust against his. "That's it, oh God..." Christian gasped in surprise as her inner muscles gripped him tightly.

Helena lifted her hips from the bed, and he eagerly cupped them with his hands. Pulling her to him, he began to ride her harder, faster, each thrust prompting a vocal response from either of them.

"Oh yeah, that's it," she called out. She was soon lost in an unstoppable soliloquy of mumbled nonsense, words that once seemed laughable but now held reverence and further increased Christian's desire."Oh god, so big... so hard... take me, Christian... yes yes yes..."

She turned her head into a nearby pillow and moaned wantonly against it. Christian pulled her ankles around his waist until they were locked behind his back, then drove in again. Helena writhed and twisted beneath him, her face an expression of pure abandon. She clung to his shoulders, his arms, the sheets beneath them, anything that would possibly anchor her.

His climax was quickly approaching; Helena was almost sure of this as his thrust rapidly increased. Fortunately she was spiraling towards her own release. She saw that Christian's eyes were squeezed shut, and his face was flushed, lightly dotted with perspiration.

"Ooh yeah, that's it, baby," he growled. "You're going to come soon, aren't you?" She arched her back and squealed in delight as his hips totally rocked hers. He slid her ankles out from behind him and slid them over his shoulders. "Oh yes, I can feel it, you're so wet already," he murmured. "Come for me, Helena, just come... oh!" A surge of desire coursed through him, causing him to tremble against her. "Just let it go, baby... I'll come with you..."

whimpered, then nearly screamed as orgasm completely claimed her. Her back bowed against the mattress beneath her writhing body and she cried out loud as her climax unfurled along her entire body, delivering sweet tremors to every inch of her. In response, she felt surges of wetness escape her and coat Christian's pelvis.

his cock trembling inside her. He shouted once, then braced his arms on either side of her head. "Mmm, I'm coming, I'm coming," he chanted, his hips driving against hers. Then, with a powereful lunge and a deep, animalistic cry, he climaxed as well. His hair fell across his face and he shook with his passion. Internally, Helena could feel his essence pumping into her in hot jets. His entire body shook frantically for a long moment, then was still.

She was silent a moment, comtemplating what she was about to say. Finally, she opened her eyes, and nearly melted when she saw the brilliant azure hue that emanated from his eyes. "It's just that... I hope you do't think of me as being, well, easy... or cheap."

"No, no," she reassured him. "I just, well, I've never done this before. You know - let myself become totally seduced or enamoured by a total stranger that, well, appeals to the darker side of my personality. Come to think of it," she said, looking away, "I've never allowed myself to be in this situation with anyone at all."

"The darker side of your personality," Christian repeated thoughtfully. "Hmmm, well, I knoew you weren't like other females, from the very first time I saw you at Sanctuary, right up until I saw you at the bookstore last week."

He lowered his lips to hers, then her forehead, cheeks and neck were bestowed with kisses. "I suppose this means I've claimed you, my love," he murmured into her ear.

"There's just one thing I have to know," Helena said, and Christian raised his head in alarm. "Will we still be able to go to Sanctuary? I mean, now that you've claimed me, there's not much mystery left."

Laughing, he rolled onto his back and pulled her on top. His softened member slipped out of her upon shifting of bodies. Her hair cascaded into his face, and he softly pushed it away. "There's still a lot about you that I don't know, Helena," he said. "There's a lot that I'd like to get to know."

"Well, it looks like we'll both be on a voyage of discovery, so to speak," he said and nuzzled her hair. "We'll be able to add chapters to this beautiful and erotic fairy tale we've begun to write together. And for your other question..." Christian trailed off, and Helena looked at him worriedly. "Yes, we'll still go to Sanctuary. I don't think I'll ever tire of seeing you dance."

He drew his arms around her and closed his eyes. Basking in their union, they finally succumbed to post-coital drowsiness and, after arranging their bodies more comfortably, drifted into slumber.