Brothers of the Night

She wore a G-string with shredded animal skins attached to it that flounced as she danced.

Her top was also shredded, teasingly parting as her breasts swayed beneath it. Gripped in each hand, she held a set of long, black leopard claws. Over her head, the skin of a leopard covered half her face, like a mask. The dance had a savage rhythm of music and drums, and her hands periodically scratched through the air, as if she was a cat stalking its prey.

Lance stood silently, watching her. Then fascinated, he descended the stairs. As he slowly moved down the last few steps, Calico quickly turned and looked at him as if she expected him. She crept toward him, lifting the leopard claws up to her eyes and gave him a sultry look from behind the long sharp talons. Lance watched her dance toward him, the hot jungle drums thundering in the background.

Calico whirled and gyrated before him, as if she were preparing her prey for the kill. She seductively rubbed herself up against him, shaking her hips and dancing all around.

Suddenly the drums got hotter, and the savage rhythm clutched Lance’s groin. He watched her blatantly undulating her hips before him, pantomiming the sex act she was performing on the prey she had captured. She looked up at him and their eyes locked, her cat eyed gaze boldly penetrating his.

Lance's nostrils flared with arousal, two animals, one possessed by the moon, the other possessed by magic. Lance was aware that she knew what he was, and that was her way of teasing him. All of a sudden, the music became more intense, and the jungle rhythm even more uninhibited.

Calico responded and began an untamed jungle war dance. Holding him captive, she danced around him and pretended to overpower him. As she did, he allowed her to push him down on the steps, straddle him, gently scratching him as she simulated the clawing and killing of a prey. After the killing, she lifted her arms and face toward the sky, shouting the triumphant war cry of the jungle cat.

Calico moved to get up. The ritual was over, but the wild music continued playing, still casting it's magic spell.

Suddenly, Lance grabbed her. “You're not going anywhere, you little tease!” he rasped, looking at her with a menacing gaze. “You started something and now you’re going to finish it.”

She jerked her arm away. “You dead, mon, I killed you. You lay in jungle right now, bleeding.”

“Yeah? Where’s the blood? Where’s the jungle?”

Calico cast an angled look toward him, and her lips turned upward in a secret smile.

All at once, Lance thought he saw shrubs and trees, with birds and animals screeching all around. It only happened in the blink of an eye, but he had been there. He had felt the damp heat of a rainforest, heard the chattering of the animals, and felt the carpet of leaves and grass beneath him.

“Dead mon don’ make love,” Calico said, jolting him from his thoughts.

“This one does,” he said, rolling her over on her back.

He was just lowering his lips for a kiss when she said, “I know secret.”

He stopped abruptly. “What secret?”

“I see something, but I not tell.”

“What the hell do I care?”

“Mmm, you like because it concerns wife.”

Lance suddenly stopped, his eyes becoming narrowed and dark. “Tell me,” he growled. “What secret do you know?”

“Let me go, and I tell you.”

Lance released her, and Calico got up carefully, putting distance between the two of them. “It rain, bad storm. Chazz’ shack tremble in high wind. Finally blow away. You wan’ know what was in that shack? Blonde lady, and someone who look like you. They make love, rain not stop them.”

Lance felt a terrible wrench to his gut when he realized what Calico was saying. An anger rose in him, so murderous, he wanted to kill them both. He could see them both so clearly, fucking while the rain soaked them. Suddenly, Lance let out a loud roar and walked angrily over to the CD player, kicking it across the foyer.

“Why you do that?” Calico cried.

“Just to show you who’s in control, bitch!”

Calico ran and stood before him. Then, she slowly paced around him, narrowing her eyes on him. “You think you in control, Gypsy? Tell me. Did you see jungle? Did you hear screech of birds, and rippling brook?” She looked at him with the sly eyes of a jungle cat. Tapping herself on her chest, she said, “I do that!”

“You did it?” he said, frowning. “What do you mean? How could you do that?”

“Voodoo magic.”

“Voodoo?” he yelled. “You mean, you put some kind of spell on me?”

She threw her head back and laughed.

Lance became furious, and all at once, he backhanded her, sending her sliding across the floor.

Calico lay there looking at him with her cat eyes blazing. She slowly raised herself up on one arm, gently touched the edge of her mouth with the back of her hand, then looked down at it.

ADULT EXCERPT

“How about we put our hostilities aside for a hot fuck?”

The words…there they were. His breath was hot and wet, and dangerously close to her ear, and the obscenities continued to spew from his lips as they grazed her face. With every word he spoke, she could feel her dirty passion rising. All thoughts of resistance faded. All she wanted now was to have a hot, pulsing cock pressing up inside her. When her hostilities had become lost in her longing for satisfaction, she covered his hands with her own, and led one of them down to her pussy.

He looked at Stefan. “It takes two of us, you know.”

“No,” Stefan said emphatically.

“She’s young and hot, man. We’re like a couple of old men around her.”

“Speak for yourself.” Stefan hissed, watching as Lance continued to feel her breasts and then her pussy. “Take your fuckin’ hands off her.”

“Don’t be such a hypocrite. Come on and join in.”

“Are you nuts? Not in the library, you idiot.” He charged toward the door, stepped outside to make sure no one was around, and closed and locked it.

A mischievous look glinted in Lance’s eyes. “Either get in the game, or get out. You could always watch, you know. There’s a lot to be said for watching.”

Stefan wasn’t listening. Lance’s voice had quickly faded under the vision of Jennifer luxuriating in Lance’s attention before she sank toward the floor. She was lost in a world of carnal euphoria, waiting to be satisfied. When Stefan still didn’t move, she looked at him with slumberous eyes.

“Stefan,” she whispered.

Stefan couldn’t resist. Her voice was like a siren calling out to him. It whirled around his head over and over again until he crouched over her.

“We need to get her to the couch.”

“There’s no better bed than the floor,” Lance replied as he quickly removed his clothes. When completely naked, he lifted her legs and looked longingly toward her pussy, a moan begging to burst from his throat.

Her hips danced loose and raw while Lance’s tongue did a carnal dance in and out of her pussy. It swirled inside her, going deep and playing love games with her clit. She buried her hands in his hair and pulled him closer as she did a naughty bump and grind. A myriad of ripe sensations pushed her further into the fire, until waves of ecstasy flooded through her.

Stefan, unable to stay away, finally tore at his clothes and then straddled her body. He looked down at her two trembling breasts and placed his cock between them, and squeezed them together. If the world had come to a cataclysmic ending, he couldn’t have stopped. With a dirty passion of his own oozing out of every pore, he began a mad thrust. The velvety cave created by her breasts caused a torrent of fire to ignite and grow inside his groin. He frantically pushed in and out of the magical cave until at last his cock burst causing a hot steaming liquid to pool between her breasts.  With his own shirt he wiped it away before he began sucking her nippled breasts like fruit on a vine.

When Lance’s tongue-play had at last triggered a flaming orgasm that caused Jennifer to moan out loud, he manipulated her into the 69 position. While he continued to lick and eat her pussy, she took his cock into her mouth and began to suck and lick until he came to a sizzling charged up climax that made him howl out her name. The guttural sound went sailing out into the night toward the moon whose rays were becoming charged with evil, bringing the erotic night to an end.