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Karma's Muse	By : xXxDaydreamJunkiexXx Category: S through Z > True Blood Views: 5882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Karma's Muse
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
- 14-Fourteen
- 15-Fifteen
- 16-Sixteen
- 17-Seventeen
- 18-Eighteen
- 19-Nineteen
- 20-Twenty
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Godric was completely unconscious. Alana marveled at how dead he really seemed. His breathing had ceased and his body just lay next to her, like he was in need of calling hours and a casket. How could this even be possible? How weird was it for her to be in love with a creature that defied the very laws of nature?
Alana found she could care less, Godric was pure bliss and salvation; she couldn't imagine her life without him in it anymore. She traced a finger over his cheek and then his nose, down further still over his chin, neck, and sternum. It was only three in the afternoon and she figured it would be about another two hours before he stirred.
A much needed shower and beauty regime was in order. She jumped out of the king sized bed with a mission; she wanted to look like a goddess or queen when he woke up. Alana was completely infatuated, there was nothing about her man that didn't measure up; he was gorgeous, strong, wise, and completely in love with her! How she had gotten so lucky, she had no idea.
The bathroom was like a Mecca of delights, plush area rugs, Victorian accents, real plants, and there were even imported creams and bath salts that must have cost a fortune; Alana supposed Godric had money to burn, the expensive accommodations, from the rose marble floor tiles, to the bronze hardware of the valves, and cream colored Egyptian cotton, high thread count towels; just screamed wealth. She turned the faucets on, looking at the faux stained glass window over the tub; it was circular and had a beautiful peacock with its tail fanned, hues of green, purple, and blue; sparkling from some internal artificial light, she loved it. While waiting for the tub to fill and anticipating when she could see Godric again, Alana felt pain like no other radiating from her bottom and middle. She winced as she lifted a leg over and into the Jacuzzi.
Her lower half was completely sore and dare she say worshipped; Godric had pounded the shit out of her before the sun had risen completely; stealing her lover to his death sleep. She carefully lowered herself into the hot water with the jasmine essence she had chosen; memories of him whipping the arrogant vampire Stan to the ground, his eyes bulging, and the look of pure terror on his face…her sigh was loud and deep.
Yes, the brutality of his actions, made her cringe in a way, but who wouldn't get themselves all hot and bothered over a man going all primitive to defend their honor? Alana touched herself down there, with original intent to massage and wash, but despite the discomfort, she found herself getting all turned on, all over again.
She had never explored her own body or her needs before, but somehow she found something new had been awakened in her. The hot sudsy water and the friction of her fingers; images of Godric flashed in her mind's eye, as she stroked her folds and rubbed her nub into a frenzy. She plunged one finger and then two into her hole, getting bolder, willing herself to feel like she did when he pleasured her. The climax was building. The thought of Godric catching her doing this, felt naughty and oh so exciting.
Imagining him being cross with her and pulling her out of the water; while holding her arms together and spanking her with his belt…Oh fuck yeah!
Her cries reverberated, bouncing off the porcelain wall tiles around her as she came. Her belly was clenching in rippling contractions; she felt proud of this ability she now had, and found she liked her new emboldened sexuality. Alana felt powerful and in control; this was something completely ground-breaking and exciting to her. She never thought her own body could bring her so much enjoyment. She feared she might be becoming an addict to her own carnal cravings. She laughed out loud, her giggles echoing around the hollow bathroom like applause.
Alana washed her ivory skin until it was flushed and red from scrubbing. She left nothing neglected, wanting all of her to be fresh and polished; she would have to see what type of outfit she could manage afterwards however, maybe Isobel would help her out, she would have to go and see when she was done.
This was pure Heaven personified she thought, stretching her leg out and over the edge of the tub. She sat for a while longer just enjoying being lazy, until she noticed her skin starting to prune a little.
Finally deciding that she had indulged enough, she popped the plunger, to drain the water and hopped out of the large Jacuzzi; wrapping herself in a towel and padding over to the vanity. Alana marveled at how much her face and skin were glowing, it had to be from Godric's blood, and she mused, all the kick-ass sex. Her green eyes were more alive, her flawless complexion and plump lips curved into a self-satisfied smile. She searched the wooden drawers for toiletries and found it was filled with various toothbrushes, pastes, lotions, gels, and even razors. Whatever would she do without her vampire? She was giddy and carefree.
After a quick oral freshening; teeth brushed and mouth rinsed, hair blow dried, lotion liberally applied; she donned one of Godric's silk robes, letting steam out as she opened the door; making her way towards the bed and him.
Alana went over to Godric's still form; the sheets covering his stiff body like a shroud, and gave him a chaste kiss on the mouth, loving how peaceful and sexy he looked, and thinking she couldn't love anyone as much as she did him; then slipped into the Jimmy Choo high heel sandals, leaving the room to seek out Isobel. Her cocky stride stopped short as the air tight door clicked in place; completely shutting her into the hallway.

The hallway was dark and intimidating, the shadows casting dreadful images to her overactive imagination. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all she scolded herself; she should go back and wait for sunset. Godric surely wouldn't mind her being there when he rose, (shit! She didn't know the code to get back in!)…wait…what was that sound?
Alana's short hairs on the back of her neck were raised in alarm, the clinking-clanking sound was becoming louder and her adrenaline coursed through her veins; making her heart race and her stomach feel like the first drop off of a roller coaster. She felt compelled however to see what the cause of the noise was, she also had no choice as she was trapped, but didn't want to dwell on the fact; going further through the dark passages of the house with curiosity as well as terror…how thrilling and stupid!
Someone cursed out an expletive, a loud crash preceded the swearing; making Alana assume maybe this noise wasn't the work of a serial killer, as she presumed Ted Bundy didn't say things like "gosh darn it" or "sugary shingles".
She turned the corner, bringing the gourmet kitchen into lingering sunlight, and took in the sight of a upper thirty something man attempting to cook himself what looked to be like…stir fry?
He was picking up a pot off the floor; his charcoal dress shirt had the sleeves rolled up and was partially un-tucked from his black slacks; dirty blonde hair rumpled and Rolex watch gleaming from his wrist. The tan speckled granite countertop was littered with chopped vegetables and a box of instant rice was turned over; spilling onto the cheery wood flooring. Stainless steel appliances of the highest grade were in this space of culinary inspiration; Martha Stewart would be proud.
Alana thought this man adorable in a nutty professor kind of way, and more importantly, completely harmless. So when she stepped out to make herself known and this man jumped; knocking the pot he had just retrieved from the floor again, she tried not to laugh in his face as he grabbed a spatula to wave in front of him in defense, raising her hands up in mock surrender.
"I'm sorry to have startled you." She choked out, in between her muffled chortling. "My name's Alana and I'm with Godric," The man relaxed a little but still held the spatula like a broadsword, "I'm looking for Isobel, and I need to borrow something to wear."
The man realized he was holding a cooking utensil as a weapon against a girl that was barely five feet tall and one hundred pounds soaking wet; he threw the spatula on the counter and gave Alana a look that said sorry for being a jack ass.
"Isobel's my girl!" He explained as he smiled and nervously ran a hand through his unkempt locks. "She won't be awake for another hour or so…nice to meet ya, my name's Hugo." He bent down again to fetch the renegade pot that seemed hell bent on hitting the floor. "I was trying to cook myself something to eat, I work crazy hours and haven't slept in almost two days. Being a lawyer isn't conducive to the luxury." He talked as he tidied up some of the mess, Alana grinned behind this absent minded man's back; she wondered how long it would take for him to realize the stove wasn't on?
Alana gingerly approached him and slowly proceeded to take over. She turned on the gas to the Viking range, setting the flame to low and putting a pat of butter into the frying pan. The zucchini, onions, and chopped mushrooms sizzled; she grabbed the spatula to mix them around as she spoke.
"How long have you two been together?" Alana purposely avoided looking at him as he was shaking; trying to fill the pot with water.
"Four years…" Hugo sloshed some water before setting the copper bottomed pot onto another burner and turned the flame on high. "Sorry to be such a nervous wreck, I wasn't expecting anyone else to be here; anyone human anyway…how long you been with Godric? I don't recall him ever having a…girlfriend before."
Hugo was looking all apologetic, trying not to offend her and uncertain of what exactly to call her. Alana's expression was one of friendly understanding and forgiveness, making him instantly take a liking to her. She winked at him, replying in a cheeky kind of way.
"I've known Godric all of two days, and I'm not sure exactly what I am to him, other than him calling me MINE." Alana wiggled her eyebrows. "Guess that makes me his property huh?"
Hugo coughed and was shocked. "Wow…" He took an appraising look at her as if seeing her for the first time. "You're more than a girlfriend or mere human then…Godric doesn't…I mean hasn't, laid claim to anyone in all the time I've known him." He awed at the revelation, wondering what had changed. Alana shrugged.
"So I've heard."
Hugo had picked up a crystal wine glass and started to drink the maroon liquid, choking and spitting at Alana's next admission.
"Stan seemed just as surprised…especially after Godric beat the crap out of him and broke his windpipe."
She continued to stir the searing veggies, pretending not to notice the outburst of Hugo's disbelief. She added some salt and pepper; acting like they did this all the time and it was nothing awkward or new. Hugo didn't know what to think of the strangeness of this new girl in the nest, but decided wisely to just go with the flow.
It wasn't long before they were talking and joking like old friends. Hugo was sharing various stories of his encounters with the Supes he represented; it would appear he was a lawyer for a lot of influential vampires and other various entities he was reluctant to elaborate on.
He shared how he and Isobel had met, telling her about their whirlwind romance; his hopes of eventually being turned, and how much he had accommodated his lifestyle to coincide with hers. Alana found that she liked Hugo and was comfortable with him.
She was laughing at something he had said, mixing the rice in the frying pan and adding the soy sauce when suddenly Hugo was thrown; crashing into the commercial grade refrigerator, a dent revealing itself as he slid down to the floor.
Shocked and alarmed, Alana jumped away from the stove to see Godric absolutely furious; squat in front of Hugo with his hand around his neck. She ran over to him, pulling his arm and shouting.
"What the Hell are you doing?" His grip didn't budge. "We were just making food and waiting for y'all to wake up…" Alana felt desperate for Hugo as Godric was squeezing hard; he was turning blue from lack of oxygen. "Please! Godric!" Alana was crying. "Let him go!"
Godric was in nothing but red silk boxers and his mouth was drawn back, exposing his deadly fangs; growls were sounding off from his throat, and his snarls were like that of a rabid animal. Alana was appalled and begging.
"Don't kill him…he's done nothing wrong…please…"
Finally her pleas must have gotten through to him, Godric loosed his hold and let Hugo go; who sputtered and wheezed, color returning to his face and extremities but much to Alana's horror, had passed out anyway.
She straightened Hugo's body up and held his head while giving Godric a mix between angry and fearful glances. She couldn't even begin to wrap her head around what had just happened. Godric was expressionless but thankfully had backed off; he was standing by the stove, just watching her hold Hugo's limp body and the tears run down her face.
"How could you…?" Alana spat out at him.
Godric just stared into her eyes. He dropped onto his knees and slowly crawled over to her; bringing his face mere inches from her own. His voice still had a dangerous element to it, but was gentled by the pleading she saw in his sapphire orbs, for her to what, understand?
"You…are…MINE! This human has no right laughing and carrying on with you in such an intimate fashion." Godric brought his face even closer, so he could lick her tear stained cheeks; making her body respond even against her outrage of his behavior. "You make me act in ways I thought were dead to me min lilla fresterska. I haven't been this barbaric or quick to lose control in centuries…I would kill without thinking," Godric's husky whisper into her ear was torturing her resolve at staying mad at him, "I would sacrifice all I am…all I believe in…all I've strived to change or become…" He nipped at her neck, running his tongue down to her collarbone; her breathing hitched and she forgot completely, what was she upset about again? He was kissing the skin exposed in the top opening of the robe, her cleavage was heaving.
"I would do all this…for you." He roughly grabbed one of her breasts. "I WILL NOT apologize for this min lilla fresterska…I love you fiercely and completely."
Alana felt like ice water had been thrown in her face when she heard the yells of Isobel, who had just entered the kitchen; truly outraged at what she saw.
"Oh My God! Hugo…"
Isobel rushed over to them, crouching down to pull Hugo from Alana's arms; glaring at Godric, who wouldn't even spare a glance in her direction; he just continued staring intently at Alana, as she absorbed his words. She felt so many emotions all at once, that it was making her head start to ache.
Godric after what seemed an age finally stood up and turned to Isobel; his face very grim and still tainted with anger. She was cradling Hugo like a newborn, checking him over for serious injury and rapidly speaking Spanish to herself.
"Your human would do well to stay away from Alana. I will not tolerate indiscretion. Are we clear Isobel?"
Isobel's clipped icy tones sent chills down Alana's spine. "Very…Sherriff."
She looked at Godric with contempt, and carried Hugo out of the room; her head held high and her stride purposeful. She stopped briefly at the doorway, to turn her head and state over her shoulder.
"I will be out of the nest by sunrise and I would like to resign as your lieutenant."
Godric didn't seem surprised and replied in a dismissive tone. "You may not and the request to resign is denied, we will speak of this more after you tend to your human."
Isobel stiffened but cocked her head to the side in acknowledgement; resuming her goals of leaving the kitchen, her human lover gently held bridal style to her chest.
Alana wanted to vomit, she had really like the classy vampire, and now Isobel probably hated her guts. What kind of Neanderthal shit was Godric smoking? She was NOT some kept woman or fucking pet! Her fury was building and she turned onto her side, pushing herself up and walking over to the stove to cut the gas off.
This time the pot, instead of hitting the floor, went crashing into the sink; Alana threw the food into the stainless steel trash can, truly getting more and more pissed, the more she thought of Godric attacking Hugo. For nothing more than talking with her, laughing with her…oh this was far from over.
"You're upset with me min lilla fresterska," He was prepared somewhat for her explosion, as the bond they shared was singing with her indignation.
Alana rounded on him, her fists clenched at her sides and her body shaking. Her green eyes were shooting sparks and her cheeks were red with fury; her bitching could be heard throughout the whole house, and for the first time in her young life, she screeched.
"How dare you," Alana breathed, stomping her foot for emphasis. "I am not a thing GODRIC, I am a PERSON. Whatever issues YOU apparently have with other people interacting with me; you’d better get over them really quickly. I WILL NOT BE YOUR PRISONER…you insecure…fucked up…"
Alana found herself lacking in the insult department, so finished lamely. "VAMPIRE!"
Godric stood, leaning his side on the counter with his arms crossed in front of him, grinning from ear to ear. He had a stiff one popping a tent in his boxers and sighed to himself…she was just so goddamn adorable.
He noticed that his reaction was making her even more upset, so he attempted to stop smiling and look pathetic with contrition; failing miserably. Alana had started to sputter, but had lowered her voice somewhat, to attempt to reason with this side of Godric she apparently would have to work on changing.
"You can't attack everyone who talks to me Godric; I have to be able to have friends. What kind of relationship can we have if I'm constantly in fear that you're going to go all caveman on someone for just saying "hello" to me?" She waved her hand to point at the dented refrigerator. "That was completely unnecessary. Hugo was nothing but respectful and kind to me and you could have seriously hurt him, for what? Just because he made me laugh."
Godric didn't have to pretend to not smile anymore, as he found himself uncomfortable with her logic; she was HIS, he shouldn't have to apologize for protecting her. He certainly wasn't used to anyone questioning his choices or actions either, and this lecture on both was making him irritated. So with petulance and an air of patronizing authority, he responded to her.
"You don't understand our ways so I will forgive you your ignorance on the matter. I have claimed you as MINE Alana, and a certain protocol is to be adhered to, not just for my inner "caveman" as you so put it, but for your safety." He spoke slowly as if to suggest she was retarded, and just might lack the smarts to understand him.
Alana threw her hands up in the air and spoke in turn to him, just as slowly; mocking his arrogance with her response. Her neck swaying from side to side in jerking movements, accentuating her attitude.
"Well then, that explains and condones everything Godric. Please pardon me for not seeing how completely right you were to throw, choke, and hurt Isobel's boyfriend. I guess alienating Isobel as well, to fucking not only hate me, but want to quit her job; is just part of the "protocol", huh?" Alana walked over to him and patted him on the shoulder. "I'll go to my room now MASTER, like a good little human, forgive me…I know my place now."
Alana left him clenching his jaw at the counter, walking out of the kitchen with getting the fuck out of this house on her mind; she would need to get clothes on first, she thought, navigating down the hall to try to find Isobel's room.
She would apologize and hope the door wouldn't be slammed in her face; right now she could understand why her mother would mutter things about men, in the rare instance her dad had made her mad. They really were un-evolved assholes!
She didn't have to search long as a door suddenly swung open, revealing a very distraught Isobel; bloody tears ran down her cheeks and she was quickly wiping them away with a Kleenex, making the burgundy fluid smear. She stepped out into the hallway and grabbed Alana into a fierce hug.
"Thank you…" She whispered. "Your words, however futile, meant a lot to me."
Alana was only shocked for a minute, then remembering how finely tuned vampire hearing was, accepted Isobel's gesture of friendship. She squeezed the taller woman back with just as much ferociousness.
"I'm so sorry…it was harmless and Hugo was just being nice to me." Alana found she was crying again as well, and sniffled back the tears; pulling away slightly to look up at Isobel. "Is he alright?"
Isobel let her go and motioned behind her to her bedroom, where Hugo was laying with an ice pack on his head; slightly shaken but giving Alana a smile and sending her a thumbs up sign. Alana was relieved.
"Thank goodness." She expelled a large breath that she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "I was worried he might have suffered a contusion."
Isobel gave her a smile. "He probably did, but I gave him some of my blood; it has healing properties, so believe me when I tell you, he'll be fine."
Alana filed that little tidbit into her memory bank, and then remembered what she had wanted to ask Isobel; after making sure Hugo wasn't hurt of course.
"Izzy," Alana used the nickname without thinking if the vampire would be offended, but Isobel's widened smile seemed to suggest it was okay, "Could I please borrow another outfit…I haven't a stitch of clothing to wear and had wanted to go out for a bit of fresh air." Alana tugged at the hemline of the silk robe. "This just might attract some unwanted attention!" She chuckled aloud at her own joke.
"Yes, that isn't exactly inconspicuous." Isobel agreed, tittering a little too; pulling Alana over the threshold of her room, and shutting the door behind them.
Isobel's room was not as large as Godric's but was just as grandly decorated; more feminine and chic of course. The hot pink satin draperies hung from thick shiny gold rods; the windows had metal shutters that were half mast, letting in some of the moonlight. There was a crushed velvet black chaise lounge positioned beside a rather ornate dressing table, which reminded Alana of something you might see in a movie star's private trailer.
Glass bottles and jars lined up in front of the mirror like little soldiers. She had never seen so much make-up and hair products in her life, the only thing that made her gasp in amazement more was Isobel's closet!
It opened up by remote control and the clothes moved by some motorized mechanism, to allow one to see and decide what to wear, from the myriad of choices available. Alana thought Isobel just might have more clothes than Nordstrom's.
Hugo was laughing, and then moaning a little; dropping back onto the goose feather pillow, and pressed his ice pack back to his head with a sigh.
"Sweetheart, take it easy on the poor girl. Alana looks ready to faint." Hugo jokingly stated, winking at them both before closing his eyes.
Isobel clapped her hands together and exclaimed. "I very rarely have another woman here to share and enjoy my secret obsession…fashion!"
She crossed the coral and mint green Persian rug to be in front of Alana, clasping her hand to pull her towards a huge mahogany wardrobe. When Isobel opened the doors, Alana's mouth dropped to the floor; she just might have heard angels singing, she couldn't be sure.
There were rows and rows of gorgeous shoes…shoes in every color, style, and materials ever known to mankind! Alana was thinking Isobel just might be her soul mate, and giggled while jumping up and down in excitement.
"I think I'm falling in love with you Izzy!" She awed, while running her hand over a pair of camel suede Guess pumps.
"I bet you say that to all the girls, poco tentadora." Isobel chided, but was just as secretly excited as Alana. She quickly went to work on making over the little doll that eagerly was willing to let her.
"Now, what do you think of this Vera Wang skirt…?"

A couple of hours later and after many changed outfits, hair styles, and accessories; Alana emerged from Isobel's room looking ready to grace any catwalk in Milan with pride.
She blew kisses to her new best friend and walked down the hall to face Godric, she kind of felt bad that they had fought, and was worried when he hadn't come after her; shouldn't he have at least checked on her?
Her earlier merriment was slowly being replaced with dread. She found herself in front of Godric's room, her hand raised about to knock; uncertain if he even wanted to speak to her. Self-doubt filled her, she dropped her hand and was prepared to turn around, when the door slid open and there he stood.
Her breath caught in her throat, he was so stunning; how could mere hours away from him make her forget, just how sexy he really was?
She swept her eyes over him like some pervert, shocked with her own boldness; lingering on his faint happy trail and gulping. He was as usual shirtless; his hair was wet and spiked; having just taken a shower apparently. The beige linen pants hugged his hips in just the right ways, his tattoos, those blue eyes and thick eyelashes…she thought of Hugo, and like a mantra, chanted to herself you're mad at him you're mad at him you're mad at him.
He returned her appraisal and liked what he saw indeed. His face might not be portraying any emotion at the moment, but inside the beast was howling wolfishly. Isobel just might deserve an apology after all he thought, admiring the way this emerald half tank top, not only made her chest even more incredible; but her toned abdomen was exposed. Her little belly button had a diamond in it, the flowing white linen skirt had a layered look, which showed off those petite legs in a tantalizing way, rising just above her knees; a side slit ran up to her hip and teased him, when she sashayed in, wearing high heeled white leather thong sandals over the threshold…he thought of Hugo, and like a mantra, chanted to himself you're mad at her you're mad at her you're mad at her.
They squared off on each other, neither giving an inch; a staring contest and battle of wills ensuing in full force.
She tapped a foot with impatience, the new pedicure waving at him, he liked the French polish.
He crossed his muscular arms in defiance, pushing his hips out in a wide legged stance, she liked his bulge.
They both went to talk at the same time, they started and stopped several times before cracking up at their ill-timed statements; smiles were replacing frowns and they walked to meet each other in the middle of the room.
"I hate that we fought…" She started.
"You might have had some points…" He rushed out.
Both said at the same time. "I'm sorry."
Godric placed his hands on both sides of her face and whispered "I love you" softly, before capturing her lips into a sensual kiss to beat all the others.
His tongue made love to her mouth, sweeping in and out with caressing affection, enjoying the taste of her cherry lip gloss. They nibbled and sucked for a while before Alana put her hands on his shoulders, nudging him to stop a minute so she could speak.
"You need to make this right with Isobel and Hugo." Alana reminded him. "We're okay," she pointed to him and then herself, "But amends are in order with them."
He nodded. "I will make speak to both of them when we return."
"Where are we going?" Alana had a brow raised quizzically.
"Seeing you in Isobel's clothes, however lovely you look," He kissed her soft lips again and slammed her middle against his hard on, "reminded me that you need things of your own, so I'm taking you shopping." His lopsided smirk was rewarded with a grin of her own.
Alana jumped into his arms and placed kisses all over his face and neck. She pulled back and with a wink, said "Oh be still my beating heart…how do I love thee, let me count the ways."
Alana shimmied herself to go down on her knees, yanking his pants down; while exclaiming.
"How sweet…little Godric missed me!" They both giggled.
Godric sucked in a breath through his teeth when her little hand took his shaft into it; stroking him and placing her little kisses now, to his smooth and shiny tip. She gave a tease with her tongue, swirling it around the head, loving the power and control she had over him right now. She stopped and looked up to him.
"Say it again." She demanded.
"S…Say…W…What… min lilla fresterska?"
She became more stern, squeezing his member harder, and taking it into her mouth again; increasing her sucking as she came up, popping the head out of her mouth.
"SAY IT AGAIN!" Her voice was sexy with her shout and she flicked his sack with a fingernail, making his eyes go into his head.
"W-What…tell you that I'm sorry again?" He gasped out, her mouth was now on his balls, sucking one and then the other; alternating between licks, nips, and sucks.
"NO-" Alana flicked his sack again, this time harder; a wicked sing-song came out of her, that actually gave death himself a chill. "Tell me…what…I want…to hear…" Her finger was ready to flick him again.
Godric blurted out. "No wait!" He stalled a minute thinking, when a light bulb suddenly lit up in his mind, "I know it…"
She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she licked her lips. "Yes…"
Damn he really did, he thought, before saying what she wanted to hear.
"I love you."
Her tinkling laughter had him worried a second that he had been wrong, but the response she finally gave him; had him sighing with relief.
"Good boy."
Then her wonderful mouth took his throbbing cock all the way in, relaxing her neck muscles; so she could deep throat him. He closed his eyes in ecstasy and just enjoyed the soft roughness of her tongue and mouth going up and down vigorously.
His last coherent thought before he was incapable all together was, "I will have to argue with her more often…just so we can make up…"
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