Of course the reaction of his body was encouraging, and Fallon couldn't mistake the effect she had on him, but for some reason it was 'hearing' him that caused Fallon to experience a mild orgasm.
First his groan, his growl, then his words, and once Her mouth was occupied with his neck, she felt the glorious sensation between her legs that she had come to know from her own hands alone. The feeling was just so strange appearing almost from no where that without thinking Fallon bit into his neck, but just barely breaking skin before catching herself.
A gasp, a lick, a kiss, and she was laughing, somewhat beyond her control. The emotions in her seemed jumbled, and laughing was an easier way to release those emotions than trying to figure them out.
Fallon had lost all track of time, and when he mentioned 'all the time in the world', it still didn't register that she had to go to work in a while. Short of another explosion, Fallon didn't think anything would move her from the tub for a while anyway.
Running her hands all over his body, feeling his skin slick with water, Fallon's mouth made its way back to his, yet again, and this time his fang nicked her tongue in her haste. But instead of making her pull back, it only served to make her even more forceful in her exploration of his mouth.
Now, about that kiss...
The trip from the ruins of the Mayor's home to Heolfor Manor was done quietly in the darkness. Exiting the car, Cyrus offered Fallon his hand.
Perhaps he should have taken her home. But with the assault perpetuated upon a puppet of the clan, he did not want her unprotected. Which ment the Manor was the safest bet. Plus they had unfinished business to discuss.
Thanking the driver profusely he escorted Fallon through the Manor into his suite. "Why dont you get cleaned up and I will find something for you to wear. Do you need anything?"
He wondered if he could have food sent into them or if it would walk in upon its own two legs.
Fallon
18 years ago
Cyrus
18 years ago
Cyrus was growling low in his chest almost continually once she nicked his skin. The sound was masked by her laughter. Just the sound of it swelled his chest with pride at bringing that happy feeling to her. As she kissed him forcefully he decided to increase the feelings.
With an arm around her hips and head he flipped them over. He had to be mindfull of the water which was approaching maximum tub capacity with their movements so he turned off the faucets completely.
One of the towels slid over behind her head, allowing her to rest comfortably if she wished to put her head back.
A last forcefull kiss to her full lips and a brief nibbling suction on her lower lip he ventured across her skin. His lips made their way down her jaw to her neck as his thumbs gently explored the lower curve of her full breasts. Their weight pleased him as he brushed the smooth flesh under the water. Lifting her up slightly so that he could taste her skin he trailed kisses and licked his way down to the hard peaks. Rolling one between his thumb and forefinger he sucked the other into his mouth, mindfull of his fangs. Strong suction and flicks of his tongue completed his treatment of that nipple before he moved to afford the other with the same treatment.
Moving down he stroked along her ribs and stomach, laving the skin with his wet kisses. Vowing to kiss every inch of her fragrant skin next time he concentrated on his goal between her legs. Keeping her afloat he ducked beneith the water before emerging between her legs. Her inner thigh was playfully nipped at, with no fangs, as he licked and kissed his way up. The first kiss he placed was at the top of her mound before he moved to insinuate his tongue between her folds. His fingers gently stroked her thighs and ass as he concentrated upon bringing her pleasure. Licking and sucking upon her flesh his index finger found its way inside her, gently pushing her to greater passion.
With an arm around her hips and head he flipped them over. He had to be mindfull of the water which was approaching maximum tub capacity with their movements so he turned off the faucets completely.
One of the towels slid over behind her head, allowing her to rest comfortably if she wished to put her head back.
A last forcefull kiss to her full lips and a brief nibbling suction on her lower lip he ventured across her skin. His lips made their way down her jaw to her neck as his thumbs gently explored the lower curve of her full breasts. Their weight pleased him as he brushed the smooth flesh under the water. Lifting her up slightly so that he could taste her skin he trailed kisses and licked his way down to the hard peaks. Rolling one between his thumb and forefinger he sucked the other into his mouth, mindfull of his fangs. Strong suction and flicks of his tongue completed his treatment of that nipple before he moved to afford the other with the same treatment.
Moving down he stroked along her ribs and stomach, laving the skin with his wet kisses. Vowing to kiss every inch of her fragrant skin next time he concentrated on his goal between her legs. Keeping her afloat he ducked beneith the water before emerging between her legs. Her inner thigh was playfully nipped at, with no fangs, as he licked and kissed his way up. The first kiss he placed was at the top of her mound before he moved to insinuate his tongue between her folds. His fingers gently stroked her thighs and ass as he concentrated upon bringing her pleasure. Licking and sucking upon her flesh his index finger found its way inside her, gently pushing her to greater passion.
Fallon
18 years ago
With such ease their positions changed, and Fallon now seemed the focus of attack. She laughed again, not at anything funny, but just at the joy of how she felt being with Cyrus like this. In all her life sex had either been a thing to fear, or endure, as with Ted, or just a way of release, when she learned to please herself. But with Cyrus, it was just pure joy. From the brightest lights, to the deepest darks, and all the colors in between.
She took advantage of the towel, and laid back against it, watching him down her body, and her hands discovering each muscle, and curve in his back. As he moved lower on her body, and she lost her hold on him, her hands instead began gripping the rim of the tub, kneading it, as if it were truly pliable.
Hoping she knew where he was headed, Fallon watched, wide eyed. Never had Ted even attempted to please her like this, and all she knew about what she thought might be coming, was from what she'd read in books. None of which prepared her for the carousel of feelings that began dancing inside her.
Her breast were surely to burst if he continued to tease them as he was. They truly ached with the pressure building inside, but it was an ache like none other, and one that she accepted willingly.
Try as she might to let him have free reign of her body when he moved lower, it became almost impossible. It was her turn to groan when she felt his mouth on her, and her legs tried to capture his head between them. Being so close to finally experiencing the true loving of a man, her head began rolling back and forth against the towel.
"Cyrus, Cyrus, Cyrus, Cyrus..." She cried out in a strangle of sound that almost didn't sound human.
When next she felt his finger enter her, she felt her body fly apart. Little bits of her swirled around the room from her very center, and kept spewing from her like a volcanic eruption. Sobbing, she wanted to 'tell' him to stop, but didn't want him to actually do it. Instead her back arched, and her head smacked against the towel, the tips of her toes pressing down on the bottom of the tub with incredible strength. Wave after wave of the most awesome pleasure washed over her until she couldn't deal with any more, and collapsed in the tub causing water to spill over the sides.
It occurred to her then that it wasn't water flowing over onto the floor, but her. She had dissolved into liquid, and was now just part of the water, spreading around the room.
She took advantage of the towel, and laid back against it, watching him down her body, and her hands discovering each muscle, and curve in his back. As he moved lower on her body, and she lost her hold on him, her hands instead began gripping the rim of the tub, kneading it, as if it were truly pliable.
Hoping she knew where he was headed, Fallon watched, wide eyed. Never had Ted even attempted to please her like this, and all she knew about what she thought might be coming, was from what she'd read in books. None of which prepared her for the carousel of feelings that began dancing inside her.
Her breast were surely to burst if he continued to tease them as he was. They truly ached with the pressure building inside, but it was an ache like none other, and one that she accepted willingly.
Try as she might to let him have free reign of her body when he moved lower, it became almost impossible. It was her turn to groan when she felt his mouth on her, and her legs tried to capture his head between them. Being so close to finally experiencing the true loving of a man, her head began rolling back and forth against the towel.
"Cyrus, Cyrus, Cyrus, Cyrus..." She cried out in a strangle of sound that almost didn't sound human.
When next she felt his finger enter her, she felt her body fly apart. Little bits of her swirled around the room from her very center, and kept spewing from her like a volcanic eruption. Sobbing, she wanted to 'tell' him to stop, but didn't want him to actually do it. Instead her back arched, and her head smacked against the towel, the tips of her toes pressing down on the bottom of the tub with incredible strength. Wave after wave of the most awesome pleasure washed over her until she couldn't deal with any more, and collapsed in the tub causing water to spill over the sides.
It occurred to her then that it wasn't water flowing over onto the floor, but her. She had dissolved into liquid, and was now just part of the water, spreading around the room.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Encouraged by her response he continued his ministrations as she cried out his name. The water had turned her skin salty and tangy but he could still savor the underlying flavor of aroused woman. Savoring every drop he continued even after she found her pleasure. Feeling her muscles clench his finger was incredibly erotic. He wanted to bury himself inside her and feel that sensation.
Vaguely he heard the water slosh over the side of the tub so he raised the drain to allow it to exit conventionally. Wrapping his arms around the tigress he hugged her close. He did not miss that his erection was pressed along her cleft. But for now he held her as she regained control and the water slowly ebbed from the large tub.
He rained kisses along all Fallon's reachable skin, paying extra attention to her neck and behind her ears. Time was ticking for her to get to work and he still needed a shower. "Lets take a quick shower and then I will go grab your clothes."
Unbeknownst to Cyrus the package with a tastefull Channel Pantsuit and Victoria Secret lingerie had been delivered to the Manor before sunset by the car service thanks to Suki.
Vaguely he heard the water slosh over the side of the tub so he raised the drain to allow it to exit conventionally. Wrapping his arms around the tigress he hugged her close. He did not miss that his erection was pressed along her cleft. But for now he held her as she regained control and the water slowly ebbed from the large tub.
He rained kisses along all Fallon's reachable skin, paying extra attention to her neck and behind her ears. Time was ticking for her to get to work and he still needed a shower. "Lets take a quick shower and then I will go grab your clothes."
Unbeknownst to Cyrus the package with a tastefull Channel Pantsuit and Victoria Secret lingerie had been delivered to the Manor before sunset by the car service thanks to Suki.
Fallon
18 years ago
It had been a good thing that she was holding on to the tub, otherwise Fallon most assuredly would have drifted underwater, and possibly drowned.
Wonderful, magical, masterful Cyrus was now letting the water drain from the tub, yet still finding strength to kiss, and hug her. She hugged him back and felt his hardness still straining against her. Before she could do anything more about it he was talking of a shower, and as he rained kisses on her, she smiled. It was not in her nature to leave a man unsatisfied, and for this man above all, would be unheard of. She had expected him to take her in the tub, but was embarrassed to think she had lost track of that notion as he brought her to orgasm with just his mouth.
Considering he might have issues with intercourse, Fallon devised an alternate plan in the seconds it took her to stand and step out of the tub. Without any encouragement, she went to the shower, and turned on the faucet. Standing there half between the shower and the door, Fallon beckoned Cyrus.
"Come, come! The shower awaits."
She didn't even try to keep the excitement from her voice, nor her face. She knew now they had precious little time left before she had to leave, but she also knew she wouldn't be at all productive if she left him as he was and spent the night thinking of ways to change that.
Wonderful, magical, masterful Cyrus was now letting the water drain from the tub, yet still finding strength to kiss, and hug her. She hugged him back and felt his hardness still straining against her. Before she could do anything more about it he was talking of a shower, and as he rained kisses on her, she smiled. It was not in her nature to leave a man unsatisfied, and for this man above all, would be unheard of. She had expected him to take her in the tub, but was embarrassed to think she had lost track of that notion as he brought her to orgasm with just his mouth.
Considering he might have issues with intercourse, Fallon devised an alternate plan in the seconds it took her to stand and step out of the tub. Without any encouragement, she went to the shower, and turned on the faucet. Standing there half between the shower and the door, Fallon beckoned Cyrus.
"Come, come! The shower awaits."
She didn't even try to keep the excitement from her voice, nor her face. She knew now they had precious little time left before she had to leave, but she also knew she wouldn't be at all productive if she left him as he was and spent the night thinking of ways to change that.
Cyrus
18 years ago
To say he was surprised when she bounced out of the tub was an understatement. Just a moment before she had been quivering and languid. The thought that perhaps she was recharged by sex like he was blossomed but he gave it no further thought.
Rising from the tub he made sure the towel that was so usefull before made itself usefull once more by mopping up the spill. The shower knobs turned on to his favorite steamy temperature as he stalked the wet woman standing in his bathroom.
Cyrus was already plotting her next night off. Romantic dinner, possibly dancing, all in the comfort of one of their residences, finished off with hours of pleasure. No quick tumble in the tub would do for their first mating. Now that he had gotten a taste of her, he definately wanted to bask in the feast presented him.
Tugging her inside the glass door he quickly rinsed his hair, then applied the unscented shampo product. The cloth from the bath followed them into the shower and he grasped it. Soaping it with the bar of masculine smelling soap he plotted just how clean he could get her in the short time they had left. His eyes devoured her wet form and his voice was rough when he finally spoke.
"When is your next night off?"
Rising from the tub he made sure the towel that was so usefull before made itself usefull once more by mopping up the spill. The shower knobs turned on to his favorite steamy temperature as he stalked the wet woman standing in his bathroom.
Cyrus was already plotting her next night off. Romantic dinner, possibly dancing, all in the comfort of one of their residences, finished off with hours of pleasure. No quick tumble in the tub would do for their first mating. Now that he had gotten a taste of her, he definately wanted to bask in the feast presented him.
Tugging her inside the glass door he quickly rinsed his hair, then applied the unscented shampo product. The cloth from the bath followed them into the shower and he grasped it. Soaping it with the bar of masculine smelling soap he plotted just how clean he could get her in the short time they had left. His eyes devoured her wet form and his voice was rough when he finally spoke.
"When is your next night off?"
Fallon
18 years ago
Once he was inside the shower, she gladly followed. But when he started washing so quickly, the confidence she had dissipated. Chewing on her bottom lip, Fallon tried to think. She could see he was still aroused, yet he was moving about business as usual. Deciding she would feel pretty silly standing there doing nothing, and still wanting an opportunity to give him release, Fallon grabbed the wash cloth from his hand, just as he'd soaped it up.
A devilish glint sparked her eyes, and she moved to stand behind him.
"I'm off weekends...so Saturday would be it."
She responded a little distractedly, as she began washing his back, and shoulders, letting her hand feel him through the cloth. Moving to his side a bit, she took his hand, and held his arm out from his body, as she ran the soapy material around his arm, and then down his side. Her eyes lingered on his erection, and she moved the cloth slightly closer but only for a second, before moving to his other side and copying the movements. This time though, when she finished his side, she kneeled onto the shower floor, and brought the cloth across his butt. Sliding her hand all around his cheeks, she noticed the cloth had dropped to the floor, and she quickly picked it back up, grinning at her forgetfulness.
Reaching between his legs, she let her hand take the cloth and gently rubbed it under his sac, then rewashed his legs again, picking up each foot like she was shoeing a horse. When she finished, she scooted around in front of him, and was faced with his raging maleness, which seemed to have grown harder, and longer if that were possible.
With the cloth, she took him in hand and began stroking him, making sure to cleanse him well. Yet before she finished, she again took him into her mouth, and picked up where she had left off in the tub. She wanted to ask him if it hurt to be so hard, and straining...much like her breasts had felt earlier, but she didn't want to release him from her mouth. She made a mental note to ask him later, and grabbed his hips again, to steady herself as she began to devour him.
A devilish glint sparked her eyes, and she moved to stand behind him.
"I'm off weekends...so Saturday would be it."
She responded a little distractedly, as she began washing his back, and shoulders, letting her hand feel him through the cloth. Moving to his side a bit, she took his hand, and held his arm out from his body, as she ran the soapy material around his arm, and then down his side. Her eyes lingered on his erection, and she moved the cloth slightly closer but only for a second, before moving to his other side and copying the movements. This time though, when she finished his side, she kneeled onto the shower floor, and brought the cloth across his butt. Sliding her hand all around his cheeks, she noticed the cloth had dropped to the floor, and she quickly picked it back up, grinning at her forgetfulness.
Reaching between his legs, she let her hand take the cloth and gently rubbed it under his sac, then rewashed his legs again, picking up each foot like she was shoeing a horse. When she finished, she scooted around in front of him, and was faced with his raging maleness, which seemed to have grown harder, and longer if that were possible.
With the cloth, she took him in hand and began stroking him, making sure to cleanse him well. Yet before she finished, she again took him into her mouth, and picked up where she had left off in the tub. She wanted to ask him if it hurt to be so hard, and straining...much like her breasts had felt earlier, but she didn't want to release him from her mouth. She made a mental note to ask him later, and grabbed his hips again, to steady herself as she began to devour him.
Cyrus
18 years ago
His intention to soap up the ripe body in front of him was snatched away. Resisting the urge to complain he almost jumped as Fallon ran the cloth over him. Groaning at the feel of the slick soap running over his back. "Satruday. Good. Dont make plans."
Her gentle ministrations served only to arouse him more. Growling slighly as the cloth was replaced by her soapy hands.
"Great minds think alike." The quip sounded strained to his ears. It was even sensual as she washed his feet. When she neared his balls he ceased thinking, could only feel those delicate fingers exploring him. It seemed like Fallon's fingers teased him forever before her mouth engulfed him.
His entire body twitched and shuddered in the onslaught of pleasure. Slipping his fingers into her hair he gently rubbed the wet strands between his fingers. The stimulation was too much and had built up for too long and all too soon he was groaning.
"Faaaallon" Was little more than a growl, though he tried to warn her as his body spent itself inside her hot mouth. Good thing he was telekinetic or else he would have fallen over from the aftershocks of pleasure. Her tongue dancing across his piercings drove him insane.
Ever instinct he had told him to lift her high against the wall and pleasure her until she succumbed to unconciousness. Cyrus was no longer even aware of the low rumble deep in his throat, he was only aware of Fallon. Every predatorial instinct was in full force, not to hunt and chase her down like pray but to physically make and mark her his. Such a feeling was utterly foriegn to him and pulled his thoughts back to the present and the situation. The growl ceased so suddenly that he only noticed it due to its absence.
Gently he pulled Fallon to him and tenderly wrapped his arms around her. Kissing her with soft gentle touches. Cyrus gave her the most tender kiss he possibly could as his lips touched hers and his tongue delved between hers. The cloth came to his hand and he gently soaped and washed the woman in his arms.
Her gentle ministrations served only to arouse him more. Growling slighly as the cloth was replaced by her soapy hands.
"Great minds think alike." The quip sounded strained to his ears. It was even sensual as she washed his feet. When she neared his balls he ceased thinking, could only feel those delicate fingers exploring him. It seemed like Fallon's fingers teased him forever before her mouth engulfed him.
His entire body twitched and shuddered in the onslaught of pleasure. Slipping his fingers into her hair he gently rubbed the wet strands between his fingers. The stimulation was too much and had built up for too long and all too soon he was groaning.
"Faaaallon" Was little more than a growl, though he tried to warn her as his body spent itself inside her hot mouth. Good thing he was telekinetic or else he would have fallen over from the aftershocks of pleasure. Her tongue dancing across his piercings drove him insane.
Ever instinct he had told him to lift her high against the wall and pleasure her until she succumbed to unconciousness. Cyrus was no longer even aware of the low rumble deep in his throat, he was only aware of Fallon. Every predatorial instinct was in full force, not to hunt and chase her down like pray but to physically make and mark her his. Such a feeling was utterly foriegn to him and pulled his thoughts back to the present and the situation. The growl ceased so suddenly that he only noticed it due to its absence.
Gently he pulled Fallon to him and tenderly wrapped his arms around her. Kissing her with soft gentle touches. Cyrus gave her the most tender kiss he possibly could as his lips touched hers and his tongue delved between hers. The cloth came to his hand and he gently soaped and washed the woman in his arms.
Fallon
18 years ago
'Don't make plans...' Another mental note. Fallon heard him, but
didn't dwell too much on it. She had other things of infinitely more
importance to deal with at the moment.
Again the sound he was making sent thrills up inside Fallon. Her
intent was to give him release, yet she was again feeling the stirrings in herself, as well. And hearing her name said with such passion stoked the
fires in her yet even more. A blissfully, delicious circle seemed to
have begun, and Fallon would do everything in her power to keep that
circle going until Cyrus was totally sated.
Once she felt him begin to thrust, and also felt him trying to hold
back, she attacked him with all the energy she could muster. Rewarded
with his emissions, Fallon swallowed without hesitation or a second
thought. Remembering the first time she had been forced to do such a
thing, and the bruise she got when she failed, had made it easier each
time to do better. Eventually she no longer thought about it at all, and
just began swallowing immediately. With Cyrus, she was glad she had
no issue, and surprisingly enough, truly seemed to even enjoy it. Another perk to her new vampire status...she didn't need to worry about breathing and swallowing at the same time.
Pulling away from him, once he had no more to give, she went into his
arms, and allowed the water to wash over her. It had been exciting pleasing each other like this, but she longed for the time she could feel him inside her. Without missing a beat she wondered if he might have something like that planned for Saturday. She also hoped she might have an answer to her request to join the clan by then, so that they could celebrate that as well as their new found feelings for each other.
Cyrus began to wash her, and she luxuriated in the warmth of his loving touches, and tried not to think of leaving for work. This night had started out with a kiss, and
an explosion, more kisses, and more explosions. It was a night she
wasn't likely to ever forget, and for a change one she didn't want to.
When they were both squeaky clean, Fallon stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel for Cyrus. Standing in front of the door, she held the warm terry cloth open to him.
"May I dry your back, sir?"
She grinned innocently at him.
didn't dwell too much on it. She had other things of infinitely more
importance to deal with at the moment.
Again the sound he was making sent thrills up inside Fallon. Her
intent was to give him release, yet she was again feeling the stirrings in herself, as well. And hearing her name said with such passion stoked the
fires in her yet even more. A blissfully, delicious circle seemed to
have begun, and Fallon would do everything in her power to keep that
circle going until Cyrus was totally sated.
Once she felt him begin to thrust, and also felt him trying to hold
back, she attacked him with all the energy she could muster. Rewarded
with his emissions, Fallon swallowed without hesitation or a second
thought. Remembering the first time she had been forced to do such a
thing, and the bruise she got when she failed, had made it easier each
time to do better. Eventually she no longer thought about it at all, and
just began swallowing immediately. With Cyrus, she was glad she had
no issue, and surprisingly enough, truly seemed to even enjoy it. Another perk to her new vampire status...she didn't need to worry about breathing and swallowing at the same time.
Pulling away from him, once he had no more to give, she went into his
arms, and allowed the water to wash over her. It had been exciting pleasing each other like this, but she longed for the time she could feel him inside her. Without missing a beat she wondered if he might have something like that planned for Saturday. She also hoped she might have an answer to her request to join the clan by then, so that they could celebrate that as well as their new found feelings for each other.
Cyrus began to wash her, and she luxuriated in the warmth of his loving touches, and tried not to think of leaving for work. This night had started out with a kiss, and
an explosion, more kisses, and more explosions. It was a night she
wasn't likely to ever forget, and for a change one she didn't want to.
When they were both squeaky clean, Fallon stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel for Cyrus. Standing in front of the door, she held the warm terry cloth open to him.
"May I dry your back, sir?"
She grinned innocently at him.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Cyrus was mindful of the time as she had precious little left before work. Still he enjoyed every moment that his arms were wrapped around her or his hands travelled her body. The playfull wench even wanted to make drying off a fun thing. That was completely ok with him.
"You are free to do anything your heart desires."
Behind her a fresh towel began gently drying her off. Wishing he had time for more he kissed her lightly with promise. Soon they could spend the entire night devoted to pleasuring eachother. Fallon dried him off as he fought the need to pleasure her once more.
Instead he simply made sure she was as dry as she was clean and wrapped the towel snuggly around her, tucking it between her breasts. With a kiss on her nose he left her to the bathroom to fetch her clothes. "Dont worry about the mess, the cleaning crew will be by today."
Slipping into black leather pants and a tee shirt, he padded barefoot to the door. In the entryway were two shopping bags, apparently delivered earlier by one of the staff. Bringing it all upstairs for Fallon to get ready he wondered just what Suki had picked out.
"You are free to do anything your heart desires."
Behind her a fresh towel began gently drying her off. Wishing he had time for more he kissed her lightly with promise. Soon they could spend the entire night devoted to pleasuring eachother. Fallon dried him off as he fought the need to pleasure her once more.
Instead he simply made sure she was as dry as she was clean and wrapped the towel snuggly around her, tucking it between her breasts. With a kiss on her nose he left her to the bathroom to fetch her clothes. "Dont worry about the mess, the cleaning crew will be by today."
Slipping into black leather pants and a tee shirt, he padded barefoot to the door. In the entryway were two shopping bags, apparently delivered earlier by one of the staff. Bringing it all upstairs for Fallon to get ready he wondered just what Suki had picked out.
Fallon
18 years ago
Finding his ability to do things without using his hands was much more disconcerting for Fallon, than being around his cat. But she knew it was only a matter of getting herself used to it...Fallon was nothing if not adaptable.
Once they were both dry, she followed him out of the bathroom, looking at the mess they'd left behind and feeling it difficult to leave alone.
Watching him go down and then return with the bags, Fallon's eyes lit up in anticipation. So unaccustomed to receiving gifts, Fallon felt as if this must be what a real Christmas morning must feel like. Her face radiated excitement as she accepted the bags and set them onto the bed. Reaching inside she pulled out a hanger, and on it was a beautiful soft, mocha colored jacket and matching pants, feeling to have been made of the finest wool, and underneath the jacket was an even softer buttery cream colored blouse with fine, faint coral colored pinstripes woven in. The outfit was sedate, but elegant, and Fallon loved it.
Laying it out on top of the bed, she tentatively reached into the second bag and pulled out something wrapped in tissue paper. As she unfolded it she found a lovely set of lacy bikini panties and bra...so delicate that Fallon was afraid for a minute that they might dissolve between her fingers. Never had she ever seen such soft, dainty things, much less possessed them. She glanced up at Cyrus, smiled, and held the panties slightly stretched out for him to view.
"These things are beautiful, Cyrus...your Suki has wonderful tastes."
Which was an understatement really...and either the woman was psychic, or Cyrus had given her a perfect description of Fallon...the latter thought made her blush.
Soft brown pumps, in a shade just a bit darker than the pant suit were removed next, and set on the floor once taken from the box. A thin box of thigh high hose were carefully removed and laid on top of the pant suit, and one more smaller box was pulled from the bag, to reveal a compact make up set, in just the perfect colors for Fallon's complexion. After inspecting the tiny brushes, and shadows, Fallon closed up the box and set it on top of the bag, so her arms would be free. Jumping up off the bed she nearly bowled Cyrus over as she leapt into his arms, raining kisses all over his face. This was gratitude...this was her expressing thanks for all that he had done. She knew the difference and hoped to heaven he did now, as well.
"Cyrus!" She squealed, and then remembered where she was and toned her exuberance down a little.
"You are too good to me...but I love everything..."
Pulling him into a quick, but tasty kiss, Fallon then released him and bounced back to the bed, dropping the towel along the way. Not at all concerned with modesty at this point, she picked up the panties, and stepped into them as if she were stepping into his hands...once she started sliding them up her legs, she looked into his eyes and grinned.
The bra came next, and once she was 'adjusted' within it, she sat down and pulled on the stockings. Thankful they were the kinds with the ribbed tops, that didn't require a garter belt, Fallon slipped on her shoes and struck her idea of a sexy pose. She did feel a bit silly, and vulnerable now, but she forced herself to remain calm, and not think that he would laugh at her, or call her any names. She even went so far as to ask for his opinion...a huge step for her.
"And? Does everything look good, so far?" Her question was more for how well she was wearing the undergarments, not how well she looked in them.
Sliding the jacket off the hanger, Fallon took the blouse off next, and once she unbuttoned it, and slipped it on, she closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of the satiny softness against her skin. How a simple blouse could feel so good was a mystery, but one she didn't have time to investigate now.
Stepping out of her heels, she stepped into the pants, pulled them up, zipped and buttoned them around the bottom of her blouse. The bra underneath gave her breasts just the smallest of nudges upwards, so that when she buttoned the blouse a small bit of the tops swelled into view. Nothing crass or slutty...barely enough to hint at what was under the blouse.
Before she put on the jacket, she moved into the bath and ran her fingers through her still damp hair. It would be curly, but fine, she thought...the outfit would make her look more polished than she might have felt otherwise.
Walking out of the bathroom, she pulled on the jacket, and stood, spun slowly, and then waited for his okay.
Once they were both dry, she followed him out of the bathroom, looking at the mess they'd left behind and feeling it difficult to leave alone.
Watching him go down and then return with the bags, Fallon's eyes lit up in anticipation. So unaccustomed to receiving gifts, Fallon felt as if this must be what a real Christmas morning must feel like. Her face radiated excitement as she accepted the bags and set them onto the bed. Reaching inside she pulled out a hanger, and on it was a beautiful soft, mocha colored jacket and matching pants, feeling to have been made of the finest wool, and underneath the jacket was an even softer buttery cream colored blouse with fine, faint coral colored pinstripes woven in. The outfit was sedate, but elegant, and Fallon loved it.
Laying it out on top of the bed, she tentatively reached into the second bag and pulled out something wrapped in tissue paper. As she unfolded it she found a lovely set of lacy bikini panties and bra...so delicate that Fallon was afraid for a minute that they might dissolve between her fingers. Never had she ever seen such soft, dainty things, much less possessed them. She glanced up at Cyrus, smiled, and held the panties slightly stretched out for him to view.
"These things are beautiful, Cyrus...your Suki has wonderful tastes."
Which was an understatement really...and either the woman was psychic, or Cyrus had given her a perfect description of Fallon...the latter thought made her blush.
Soft brown pumps, in a shade just a bit darker than the pant suit were removed next, and set on the floor once taken from the box. A thin box of thigh high hose were carefully removed and laid on top of the pant suit, and one more smaller box was pulled from the bag, to reveal a compact make up set, in just the perfect colors for Fallon's complexion. After inspecting the tiny brushes, and shadows, Fallon closed up the box and set it on top of the bag, so her arms would be free. Jumping up off the bed she nearly bowled Cyrus over as she leapt into his arms, raining kisses all over his face. This was gratitude...this was her expressing thanks for all that he had done. She knew the difference and hoped to heaven he did now, as well.
"Cyrus!" She squealed, and then remembered where she was and toned her exuberance down a little.
"You are too good to me...but I love everything..."
Pulling him into a quick, but tasty kiss, Fallon then released him and bounced back to the bed, dropping the towel along the way. Not at all concerned with modesty at this point, she picked up the panties, and stepped into them as if she were stepping into his hands...once she started sliding them up her legs, she looked into his eyes and grinned.
The bra came next, and once she was 'adjusted' within it, she sat down and pulled on the stockings. Thankful they were the kinds with the ribbed tops, that didn't require a garter belt, Fallon slipped on her shoes and struck her idea of a sexy pose. She did feel a bit silly, and vulnerable now, but she forced herself to remain calm, and not think that he would laugh at her, or call her any names. She even went so far as to ask for his opinion...a huge step for her.
"And? Does everything look good, so far?" Her question was more for how well she was wearing the undergarments, not how well she looked in them.
Sliding the jacket off the hanger, Fallon took the blouse off next, and once she unbuttoned it, and slipped it on, she closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of the satiny softness against her skin. How a simple blouse could feel so good was a mystery, but one she didn't have time to investigate now.
Stepping out of her heels, she stepped into the pants, pulled them up, zipped and buttoned them around the bottom of her blouse. The bra underneath gave her breasts just the smallest of nudges upwards, so that when she buttoned the blouse a small bit of the tops swelled into view. Nothing crass or slutty...barely enough to hint at what was under the blouse.
Before she put on the jacket, she moved into the bath and ran her fingers through her still damp hair. It would be curly, but fine, she thought...the outfit would make her look more polished than she might have felt otherwise.
Walking out of the bathroom, she pulled on the jacket, and stood, spun slowly, and then waited for his okay.
Cyrus
18 years ago
Cyrus was pleased to see that everything suited Fallon to a tee. The real gratitude was for Suki, who not only was brilliant in picking things out, apparently had the foresight to remove tags as well. Though he did note a gift tag flutter to the ground as the towel clad brunette removed items.
Watching curiously he acknowledged the good quality of the garments for premade clothing. That was one old fashioned habit he had a very hard time breaking. For outerwear one must simply have a good tailor. He had picked up that snooty habit centuries after his turning in Tokyo. His father who had always dreamed of his sons becoming more than his own simple life as a yak herder would be proud.
Fallon bouncing to him with thanks and kisses was worth whatever his familiar had paid for the treasure in the bags. "It is my pleasure. I am glad Suki choose well."
His interest was perked as she dropped the towel and began dressing. It was just as facinating watching her smooth the silky undergarments on as it would be to take them off. What a shame the hose did not come with the back seam. He would have to tell Suki his preference to see that seam, he thought with a wicked gleam in his eyes. The urge to lick her stockinged knee was hard to resist though.
At the pose she performed in just the underclothes he damn near drooled. "You look amazing. If you want to go to work, you need to get dressed before I demand you stay here all night."
Once she returned to dressing he took a moment to adjust himself in his own pants, which had suddenly become too snug for comfort. All too soon she was clothed, and looking delectable still. Her rich dark hair was a mass of beautiful waves and curls, hinting at seduction while her clothes suited her so perfectly and primly. It made him want to listen to the hair and tear her new suit off.
"If you looked any better, we would never leave. You are so beautiful." Cyrus whispered the last comment just before his lips closed lightly over hers. Hands to himself for fear of being unable to resist stripping her completely. His coat came to his hand and after putting it on, he offered her an arm.
Together they would make their way from the manor to the waiting car so she would not be late for work. Cyrus had to find food soon and hoped Fallon had time during work to grab a bite.
Watching curiously he acknowledged the good quality of the garments for premade clothing. That was one old fashioned habit he had a very hard time breaking. For outerwear one must simply have a good tailor. He had picked up that snooty habit centuries after his turning in Tokyo. His father who had always dreamed of his sons becoming more than his own simple life as a yak herder would be proud.
Fallon bouncing to him with thanks and kisses was worth whatever his familiar had paid for the treasure in the bags. "It is my pleasure. I am glad Suki choose well."
His interest was perked as she dropped the towel and began dressing. It was just as facinating watching her smooth the silky undergarments on as it would be to take them off. What a shame the hose did not come with the back seam. He would have to tell Suki his preference to see that seam, he thought with a wicked gleam in his eyes. The urge to lick her stockinged knee was hard to resist though.
At the pose she performed in just the underclothes he damn near drooled. "You look amazing. If you want to go to work, you need to get dressed before I demand you stay here all night."
Once she returned to dressing he took a moment to adjust himself in his own pants, which had suddenly become too snug for comfort. All too soon she was clothed, and looking delectable still. Her rich dark hair was a mass of beautiful waves and curls, hinting at seduction while her clothes suited her so perfectly and primly. It made him want to listen to the hair and tear her new suit off.
"If you looked any better, we would never leave. You are so beautiful." Cyrus whispered the last comment just before his lips closed lightly over hers. Hands to himself for fear of being unable to resist stripping her completely. His coat came to his hand and after putting it on, he offered her an arm.
Together they would make their way from the manor to the waiting car so she would not be late for work. Cyrus had to find food soon and hoped Fallon had time during work to grab a bite.
Fallon
18 years ago
Again Fallon had to mentally thank this 'Suki' woman. She was genuinely glad Cyrus had someone capable to assist him, and for now, assist her. But she didn't give the woman any more thought than that.
She was quite thrilled to listen to the words of praise and desire that Cyrus lavished upon her, thinking she might never get tired of hearing such things. And she would have liked nothing more than carefully removing the clothes and crawling back into bed with him. But her job was important to her, as was her independence, and she was responsible enough to know she couldn't really risk losing either.
She did feel her face remain in a constant state of redness though, when she thought he went too far in his verbal attentions. Fallon really thought she was objective about her looks, and while she knew she could be quite attractive, she would never call herself beautiful. That he did now, she let slide with a grin. She might correct him later...but now wasn't the time.
A little makeup, one more check in the mirror, and Fallon was completely ready.
Finding her little dress purse she was glad to see it hadn't suffered too badly in the explosion, though she would still probably need to replace it. For the day it would work fine holding her keys, wallet, and a few odds and ends.
Seeing he was ready as well, she linked her arm through his, kissed the side of his mouth, and walked down and out to the car. The drivers always seemed ready and there, just when they were needed, and Fallon got into the car first, and leaned against Cyrus sighing happily once he joined her.
The drive to the parks department building was much too fast, but once they arrived, Fallon turned to Cyrus, kissed him slowly, thanked him yet again for everything he had done for her, and somewhat sadly departed his company.
That she now had Saturday to look forward to, made the night so very much more bearable.
(Cyrus and Fallon out.)
She was quite thrilled to listen to the words of praise and desire that Cyrus lavished upon her, thinking she might never get tired of hearing such things. And she would have liked nothing more than carefully removing the clothes and crawling back into bed with him. But her job was important to her, as was her independence, and she was responsible enough to know she couldn't really risk losing either.
She did feel her face remain in a constant state of redness though, when she thought he went too far in his verbal attentions. Fallon really thought she was objective about her looks, and while she knew she could be quite attractive, she would never call herself beautiful. That he did now, she let slide with a grin. She might correct him later...but now wasn't the time.
A little makeup, one more check in the mirror, and Fallon was completely ready.
Finding her little dress purse she was glad to see it hadn't suffered too badly in the explosion, though she would still probably need to replace it. For the day it would work fine holding her keys, wallet, and a few odds and ends.
Seeing he was ready as well, she linked her arm through his, kissed the side of his mouth, and walked down and out to the car. The drivers always seemed ready and there, just when they were needed, and Fallon got into the car first, and leaned against Cyrus sighing happily once he joined her.
The drive to the parks department building was much too fast, but once they arrived, Fallon turned to Cyrus, kissed him slowly, thanked him yet again for everything he had done for her, and somewhat sadly departed his company.
That she now had Saturday to look forward to, made the night so very much more bearable.
(Cyrus and Fallon out.)