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Lilith Darville

Scorpio Awakens Ch. 8: Tim - Erotica

Source: Darksan9elI looked around the amazing room. From what I could see, everything about it was opulent from the vaulted ceilings to the cork flooring. Oak wainscotting was the perfect complement to what looked like alternating panels of a rich silken blue material. The dim lighting left much of the room in shadow, and what light there was seemed to concentrate on the den. It sat in blackness, and I wondered what was happening on the other side of that wall. Was Katherine already there? Had they already started?

“Will it be long before they start?”

“It will be a few minutes,” Liz said, “so you might as well make yourself comfortable. Help yourself to something to eat. May I pour you a drink?”

“What do you have?” I asked.

Liz smiled and her very white and perfectly even teeth peeked through her rosebud lips. I caught a hint of a very exotic scent as my eyes strayed from her face to the open robe. I felt a stirring in my loins and shook my head hoping to come to my senses. Never, since I’d committed to Katherine, had I even been tempted by another woman. Sure, I was a normal, red-blooded male and an attractive woman might catch my eye, but that was the extent of it. Katherine satisfied my every need; I had no reason to look elsewhere. And now I was faced with this incredible-looking woman who seemed to seep sexuality from her very pores. I didn’t even like Elizabeth Taylor, and I was getting a hard on.

“No drink first?” she asked, outright grinning at me now.

“Um, no, I mean, that’s not what I meant.” I shook his head again feeling like some kind of marionette. “What have you got?”

“Anything you like.” I swallowed hard as I felt another twitch in my pants, and the action hadn’t started yet. It was going to be a long night.

“Rum and coke, please.”

“Light, dark or amber? Ice?” Liz started toward a cabinet that stood against the far wall and took down two glasses. I watched the sway of what looked like curvaceous buttocks peeking from underneath the robe. She turned back and looked at me when I didn’t respond.

“Amber with ice.”

She smiled at me again. “You might as well make yourself comfortable. May I suggest that chair?” She pointed to an overstuffed recliner sitting off to one side of the closet. “It will give you a good view of the bed.” She mixed our drinks – hers looked like some kind of fancy martini – and brought mine over to me. I took it from her outstreched arm and slowly sat back in the arm chair. Liz sat in a chair off to one side that I hadn’t noticed when I arrived. It looked like some kind of lounger. She lay back on it, her gown gaping open at the front. Feeling a little guilty at the answering report from Big Hugh, I studiously turned my attention back to the inner room and took another gulp of my drink.

Tim, my lad, you’d better watch it or you’ll be stone drunk before you know it. I took a deep breath and concentrated on slowing my breathing. Just when I had it under control, a light shone through a crack in the wall in front of me, and I realized the curtain on one of the windows had opened revealing Connor looking straight at me wearing nothing but a pair of briefs. I took a quick look at his excellent muscle definition and downed more of the drink. Liz replenished the drink.

“He can’t see you,” Liz said. “He’s looking into the mirror on the other side.”

I relaxed a fraction and turned my attention to the low queen-sized bed sitting in the middle of the floor of the small room. Katherine lay on her back, her arms and legs stretched as far as they would go. Some sort of band surrounded each wrists that were attached to a chain that seemed connected to some sort of bolt at the head of the bed. She was blindfolded, and her large beautiful nipples stood rigid reminding me of those small red licorice candies just waiting to be sucked and nibbled.

Connor walked over and took hold of both of Katherine’s ankles, spreading her legs wide before moving to the side of the bed. I stared directly into my wife’s already wet lips, her clit matched her nipples as it begged for attention. My pants felt uncomfortably tight, and I wriggled in the chair seeking a more comfortable position.

So far, so good. I haven’t lost it yet. Actually I found I was more excited and intrigued than threatened. Maybe that was the booze talking. I watched Connor pick something up from a small side table that was the only other furniture in the den. He turned and held a long white feather up to the light before sitting on the side of the bed, his back toward us, and leaning over Katherine. It looked like he said something to her, and after a moment, she nodded her head.

“How come we can’t hear anything?” I asked.

“Because Connor hasn’t turned the sound system on. Sometimes he likes to watch with sound, sometimes without.,” Liz said.

“Well, I’d like to hear what’s going on.”

“I’m sure he’ll turn it on if and when he’s ready. I’m not sure what his plan is for tonight. I only know my instructions.”

“Which are?”

“To take good care of you and give you anything you need.”

I took another drink and started to ask what she meant by ‘give’ me anything instead of ‘get’ me anything, but my gaze was drawn back to the window. Katherine was squirming as Connor drew the feather from neck to groin and back again, pausing only to circle each nipple and brush her erect clit. Her lips pressed tightly together, she shook her head violently from side to side every few minutes. I knew this body language from our own love making. Had Connor told her to be quiet? Did he know all of her sexual secrets?

My erection grew, and I stood to take the pressure off. I needed a washroom, loath as I was to leave the action. I looked around the room again wondering where it was.

“It’s through that door,” Liz said pointing to a door I hadn’t noticed. What the hell? It’s like she can read my mind. “There’s a robe in there waiting for you. You’ll feel much more comfortable in it.”

Damn that Connor. He thought of everything. I closed the door, turned on the tap and splashed cold water over my face. Damn Big Hugh too. I had a tremedous urge to masterbate, but resisted it. I’d miss too much of what I’d come here to see. After wriggling out of my jeans and boxer briefs, I donned the thick cotton robe hanging from a hook on the back of the door. I returned to find Connor sitting facing the window stroking Katherine’s glistening cunt with his index finger, a slight smile accenting his raw sexuality. As if on cue, he knelt between her legs and licked the juices running down her thighs. I barely noticed as Liz walked over and stood quietly by my side.

Every fiber of my being focused on what was happening in the small room. I watched Katherine writhe under Connor’s ministrations and could feel the moans I couldn’t hear radiate through my being pushing my already engorged penis to the point of pain. When Katherine arched in the rigid movement that signalled the onset of her orgasm, I arched back and grabbed the arms of the chair barely aware of the low moan that escaped my tortured throat.

I almost screamed when I felt the warm wet mouth slide down the length of my shaft. For a fleeting second, I was aware of a jumble of thoughts tumbling through my mind, but I was far beyond latching on to any one of them. Liz slid her lips up toward the tip of my cock running her tongue along the sensitive underside before swirling it around Hugh’s purple head, and he became an entity onto himself. As he tensed ready to explode, she wrapped her thumb and index finger tightly around the base making a breathy noise that simultaneously sounded like she was telling Hugh to shush and felt like she was blowing warm air to soothe his aching glans. She slowly slid the tip of her tongue up and down his shaft until my ragged breathing slowed before burying him in her mouth once again. She alternated between a slow, languid rhythm and short, tight contractions of her mouth as she worked her way around my cock in a way I’d never experienced before. Her masterful technique made up for the lack of eagerness and hunger that Katherine showed when sucking my cock. I thought my cock would burst it was so engorged.

I watched her beautifully-formed lips work with the grace of a ballet dancer and groaned as I felt my testicles constrict once again. She stopped, waited a few beats for Hugh to settle then went back to doing the dance of the sugar plum fairies. She swirled her tongue around the entire surface, then took gentle nips with her teeth along the underside. Soft and slow, nice and easy. Soft and slow, nice and easy. Each time my breathing slowed, she devoured Big Hugh. Hard and fast, moist and firm. When the mood struck her, she played him with her fingers up and down and around in a magical way that reminded me of a fairy coaxing flowers open with the lilt of her flute.  In the back of my mind I felt a thought flicker before it drifted away – certainly my heart couldn’t take the strain. Soft and slow, nice and easy. Fingers running a scale up a flute. Hard and fast, moist and firm.

Without warning, she picked up the pace, her mouth suctioning my cock in a rhythm that continued to gain speed. My testicles felt like some sort of constrictive device had cut off the flow making it impossible to come.  There was nothing in my world except the pumping of my heart, the tingling of my nerves and the pain in my cock as I strained and begged for release. I was vaguely aware of a great scream coming from somewhere. I arched backward, my pelvis thrust forward, every muscle taut. And I came, and came, and came, muscles contracting and sensation bringing every nerve alive. Sweat poured off me as I collapsed back into the chair. I panted and panted, lungs reaching for air like a swimmer who finally breaks the surface of a crystal clear lake after staying submerged those few minutes too long.

When rational thought finally returned, I opened my eyes, suddenly aware of the emptiness of the room. I looked at the den only to find the curtains drawn; not even a sliver of light shone through. A quick circuit of the room proved I was alone. I sat there stunned as coherent thought slowly returned. What have you done. You fool, Tim. Now you’ve done it. You’ve betrayed Katherine’s trust. You idiot! Now there’s no turning back.

Should I try to find Connor? I decided against it. Suddenly ravenous, I filled a plate and took my time sampling the gourmet fare letting my mind skip randomly through a string of complex thoughts, refusing to study the quagmire that had suddenly become my life. I took a liesurely shower, dressed and left. Time to go home to Katherine. At least I hoped I’d get home to a waiting Katherine….


As soon as she heard the shower, Liz slipped back into the room and lifted Tim’s jacket from the back of his chair. She checked each pocket until she found his cell phone and slid it out. Listening carefully to be sure that Tim wouldn’t surprise her, she scrolled through the recent text messages on the Blackberry. Sure enough, the third one was “Kat’s,” and she smiled in triumph. After a quick furtive glance at the bathroom door, she fixed her attention on the tiny screen and tapped out a message.

Kitty Kat - Who was Tim with while you were fucking – what's his name – oh yes, Connor?


Liz sent the text and smiled in triumph as she put the phone back in Tim’s breast pocket. That bitch had almost ruined things for her once before, and she’s make damned sure that it didn’t happen again.

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7 Responses

  1. Loved this chapter and the unexpected twist with Liz and Tim! Now I’m wondering how Kat ruined things before for Liz & I can’t wait to find out!!! Keep up the good work!!!

  2. Wow! Can’t wait to see what happens next! I can’t get enough. I hate waiting for the next one..loved this!