WHISPERS TRILOGY

A NIGHT OUT

"That doesn't sound good," Teresa was saying later. Ms. Hazel was deep in thought; she didn't have any experience to guide Sheila through that. "You know the worst part? I am afraid of him. Terrified in fact. I never knew someone would make me feel so... so small," she buried her face in her hands. Ms. Hazel put a hand on her shoulder, "Sheila. I know this feels like a burden to you. It is... but look at it this way: he's not going to hurt you. For some ineffable reason, he wants you to stay alive. Meaning you don't need to worry about him for the meantime. You also have some sort of manual for the amulet, so that's an added bonus. Don't you think?"

Sheila nodded in realization, "You do have a point. But what should I do, now that I know this... guy wants to keep me alive for his plan?" "Probably try and keep it out of your head or else you'll end up doing exactly what he wants you to. He'll manipulate you into doing what he wants. Keep him out Sheila, as hard and as much as you can. Are you still going to go to that Library?" asked Ms. Hazel. "Not anytime soon, but I'll have to go there someday if I really need those answers. Who knows what else is in that library? I might just stumble upon some information about the Belledame and figure out a way to stop her."

"Sheila, do you know exactly when she appears? I mean, do you have any idea who she is or how she came to be? She could be out there somewhere as we speak... planning or something, and we won't have the slightest clue." Teresa's words flew in the air and hit Sheila hard in the gut. The only information Sheila had about the Belledame from her father was that the Belledame was an Evil spirit from the past, 'over seventy years old' he had said, and that she knew magic. She didn't know the name, her origin, her story... she knew nothing of her greatest enemy. That scared her even more: the fact that it could be anyone... maybe even herself.

"Let's not think about that right now. We've seen what Sheila can do and we know you're destined for greatness child. So until she attacks, keep doing what you're doing. Now, get some sleep girls, there's somewhere I need to be," said Ms. Hazel getting up to leave. "This late? Where are you going?" Ms. Hazel smiled, "It's grown up stuff."

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Hazel walked up to the door and rasped it a bit with her fingers. Squirming her legs, she took a deep breath and drew the trench coat she was wearing closer to herself when a gust of cold air blasted her body. It was late, she had to admit, and she didn't know whether it was a good idea to leave the children behind; they would last a night without her though. And she couldn't hold in all that need for much longer.

The door opened to reveal a man on the other side. He had on a vest, a pair of jeans and his hair was wet. His face was freshly shaved clean and his hair had grown longer, covering his forehead a bit. "Hazel?" "Hi, Chris." He let her in smiling and closed the door. He had moved to Atlanta in the beginning of the year and the first place he passed through was the orphanage. Almost all the kids between ten and thirteen knew him and were extremely delighted to see him, but Hazel was the happiest. He had rented an exquisite two-bedroom bungalow not too far from the orphanage.

Hazel didn't sit when they got to his living room. For a man in his early thirties with no one else in his life, he was very tidy. She guessed that's what being a soldier did to him. "You want me to make you some coffee or something? Sorry but I wasn't expecting anyone tonight so I didn't cook." That surprised her, "You cook?" "Sure I do. Know how to since I was twelve. I'm actually just fresh out the shower, wanted to make a snack to eat then sleep. How do you like your coffee?"

Hazel bit her lower lip, "I wasn't here for coffee, Chris." The clanging of utensils died, then Chris reappeared from the kitchen, "You wanted to talk about something then?" My god Chris. She looked at him, studied his features: his outstandingly handsome face, his sleek muscle toned body, his glorious eyes...she walked over to him, dropping her bag on the seat, threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.

She realized that in all her years, she never knew she would enjoy kissing a man as she did then. He held her so affectionately, his huge arms slowly caressing her back. She stroked his now smooth face, something she had been dreaming to do for weeks now, and slowly moved down to feel his chest and abdomen. His hands moved slowly up her waist, taking her now hot mounds in his palm and squeezing gently.

She pulled away, letting him kiss her neck and roam her body with his hands. Her hand guided his down to her opening, signaling her need to him. "Take me to oblivion," she whispered. She was suddenly in the air, a pair of strong arms lifting her. She barely remembered being placed on the soft covers of a very comfortable bed. He wasted no time, taking her trench off quickly followed by the dress she wore... then the bra. She helped him out of the vest, then felt her hands get pinned above her head. He traced kisses down her neck, sucking a bit of her skin and nibbling softly, until she got to her breasts. He took one of the tits in his hand and kissed its nipple, sucked on it then nibbled it softly, all the while massaging her with his hand. She gasped out loud as the pleasure filled her head like crazy. She wrapped her legs around his waist and moaned in deep need. He pleasured the twin as well, gracing the nipple with the hot wetness of his tongue. Moving up to her, he grabbed her neck and kissed her deep. She was at his mercy, there she was thinking she was the one who started it all. He picked it up and went with her all the way. His grip was off her hands, and she used this chance to push him over, getting to work on his jeans and drawers instantly then taking his hard shaft in her hands, her mouth basically dripping as she stroked it, then took it in her mouth.

He moaned in pleasure, running his hand in her hair and grabbing it when her speed hastened, her head bopping up and down his member. It drove him crazy, but he wanted her now more than ever. Pulling her head off, he pinned her back to the bed and slid his shaft into her opening. She bit back a scream at this. He was big. The strokes were slow, deep, his arms holding her legs apart so that he drove deep to her very core. Her eyes nearly sunk into her brain when the pace hastened, his hand on her neck and the other grabbing her waist, his mouth close to her face. He could see her biting her lips to stop herself from moaning out loud as she raced towards an orgasm, so he started ramming into her.

Hazel screamed a noiseless scream and heaved forward, wrapping her arms around Chris's muscular back and digging her nails into his skin. She let the waves of pleasure take control of her body. Her delicate face contorted into a pained grimace by the stupefying bliss triggered by Chris's ceaseless thrusting. He slowed as she rode the last waves of her orgasm. She shared a sloppy kiss with him, her hands were caressing his back, as if she was trying to soothe the fiery marks her fingernails had left when the scratched the skin in ecstasy.

She was on top now, slowly riding him. Her perky breasts were moving beautifully as she bounced up and down. His hands cupped her firm mounds hungrily, squeezed them softly and tweaked the firm nipples. After a while, she was on all fours on the bed, her bare back thrust up in the air. Chris did not need to be told what to do. He was on his knees and slammed his member back inside her, this time pounding her hard and fast. She clang to his arms, her body once more wracked by powerful convulsions. She screamed as she climaxed, this time taking him along with her. Their moans filled the room as they climaxed and ultimately collapsed on the bed. For a moment, no one said anything. "That was..." "Weird?" whispered Hazel. She was still out of it, her eyes closed and her nubile body limp except for the erratic contractions that made her jerk every now and then. Chris chuckled, "More like... beautiful." They stayed in each other's arms for a long time, kissing and sharing the post-coital high. Finally, she opened her eyes and gave him a beautiful, satisfied smile, "I love you Chris," she whispered as she nuzzled his neck, closing the gap between them as much as possible, "I love you so much."

He kissed her, "I love you more Hazel." She smiled and closed her eyes again, his arms like a protective shield around her. He fell asleep faster than she did, breathing softly with a faint smile in his lips. She loved him more than she imagined. Taking in a deep breath, she closed her eyes and sunk into his touch.