Swan Song by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Format: epub
Published: 2010-02-13T07:22:23+00:00

We were still lying on Jason’s coat, but on a beach. My bikini bottoms were hanging off one ankle. There was no sign of the oversized boots. My lover wore shorts, open at the fly to show me his still hugely erect cock which he had just used to such effect. The warm sun beat down on us, not burning, just warming. In the distance I could hear the rush of the sea, far away voices and laughter. If I peered over his shoulder, I could even see the people -- possibly close enough to guess what we were doing, but not close enough to see the mechanics. I didn’t think I cared.

“If this is madness,” I said slowly, “I’ll take it over sanity any day.”

“Not madness,” he corrected. “Magic. I thought you’d like this.”

I stared into his ridiculously beautiful brown eyes. “The funny thing is, with you it doesn’t seem to matter where.”

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, lighting his eyes. He said, “I am your swan, you know. In the morning, I will be so again.”

I smiled. Somehow, among all the other astonishing events of the night, I had already absorbed the significance of the full moon, when the swans had their one night of humanity.

“Why didn’t you tell me when we spoke in the ballroom?”

His finger traced beguiling circles around my aureole while he watched my puckering nipple with satisfaction. “I wanted to see if you liked me as a man. Without the pity.”

“And what conclusion did you come to?” I asked in a strangled sort of a voice as he took my long, hard nipple into his mouth and began to suck.

Smiling around it, he loosened his mouth to say, “That you might like this.”

“Oh, I do,” I said fervently, holding his head to me in case he decided to stop. However, after a moment, I said, “Then Yepanchin knows about you?”

He released my nipple with a last flick of his tongue. “Oh yes. We had to tell him, to stop him shooting Nastasya.”

I blinked. “The ballerina? Why did he want to shoot her?”

“He was just angry one day, and thought he’d go down to the lake and slaughter a couple of swans. He thinks he can just buy new ones. So we spoke to him to distract him… and now he uses us to entertain his friends. He gives us costumes and street clothes. Sometimes, at full moons, he even brings us instructors from St. Petersburg to teach us the new ballets. It all passes the time -- though not as pleasantly as this.”

I was about to kiss him with enthusiasm when another thought came to me. “Wait, how was I supposed to help you?”

“Like this,” he said lazily.

“You were just randy and wanted a screw?”

“I was pretty desperate to screw you.”

I smiled and slid my hand down his chest and stomach, tracing the fine line of coarse tummy hair until it disappeared into his shorts.

“What are you waiting for?” I brushed my hand over the waistband and down until I could wrap my fingers around his cock.

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