Today’s tune is a song I really like. I’m a fan of Dave Navarro’s music and there’s just something really evocative about this song. I’ve been busy working on some writing pieces so I haven’t been around to blogs quite as much as usual. I’ll catch up in a couple of days, I promise. I’m still working on why I can’t access Fab’s site too. Must be some kind of voodoo hex or something because I can’t find a tech reason why it times out when I visit or ping his site.
For those of you who like little excerpts of my writing, here’s a recent post from the Bar. It starts out with sex and ends with fear… panic really, which fits the song. Nice little touch, I thought. Oh, and one last note before you read, an Am fear-faire is a sort of mystical, immortal guardian.
“Oh, fuck. Oh, baby,” Valerian moaned as he thrust into me.
I pushed my hips back as he thrust into me. “Damn it, Val! We can’t show up at your brother’s wedding reeking of sex,” I panted.
“You’ll put your hands in the sink and magic the smell away,” he groaned, pushing his cock into me harder.
I gripped the edge of the sink and fought to keep my eyes open as pleasure washed through me. “I don’t know if I can make the smell of sex go away with my powers,” I replied through gritted teeth. Stringing words together so that they made sense was getting more difficult as the sex progressed and I drew closer to orgasm. “And I know I can’t do anything about your wrinkled trousers,” I muttered.
“Shut up, Nyx. Stop talking and just fuck me,” Valerian growled. He shoved the top of my dress down and fondled my breasts with one hand. His other hand was between my thighs, teasing my clit.
I turned my head, seeking his mouth. He kissed me hard, his breathing totally out of control, his face flushed. I felt the heat in him rising and knew he was about to feed me his fire. My tongue twisted around his as the heat of his fire rushed through my veins, kicking my arousal up a notch. My knees began to shake as my orgasm hit me. The feel of Valerian’s cock within me, the cold marble of the counter beneath my fingers, Valerian’s hard chest pressing against my back and the wet heat of his tongue twisted around mine while the remnants of his fire still bubbled in my veins, made my orgasm burst inside me like fireworks. I felt Valerian coming too, the wet gush of his seed triggering another orgasm in me.
The sex was awesome. The aftermath was horrid. I had to be careful not to get anything on my dress. I had to clean up and look for my panties. I had to struggle into the panties and adjust my garter belt. Then I had to check my makeup and fix my hair. Fixing Valerian was rough. His pants were creased and I had to steam them while he was wearing them to get the wrinkles out.
“Ow! The steam is hot!” he complained as the steamer jetted out clouds and filled the bathroom.
“Suck it up, Val,” I warned him. “You’re a dragon. Heat doesn’t bother you.”
Valerian sighed heavily and let me finish. Once we were returned to our pristine pre-sex pre-wedding neatness, I sprayed myself with cologne and spritzed Val with his cologne. He frowned at me. “Nyx, go easy with that stuff,” he muttered with a cough.
I looked at the time. “Shit. Shit! Go get the car! We’re gonna be late!”
Valerian hitched up his sleeve and looked at his watch. “Damn. I’ll meet you at the front door,” he said, turning toward the bedroom. “Hurry!”
When Valerian had gone I went looking for my purse. I stuffed my Treo into it and turned toward the door when a voice stopped me.
“So affectionate,” Macaire said smoothly. “Stop talking and just fuck me. How romantic!”
Anger shot through me. “Get out, Macaire,” I said in a low tone.
Macaire frowned at me. “Now what kind of welcome is that for a relative?” he replied, his smile as cold as the North Sea.
I stopped myself from blinking in surprise. “You’re not my relative.” I kept my tone even and didn’t give away the fact that I had no clue what he was talking about.
He shook his blonde head and took off his wrap around sunglasses. “You think not? Best consult your Am fear-faire, my dear. Alfred knows more about your heritage than you do. Another reason why you are such a poor candidate to be the McClaren,” he murmured as he strolled around me.
I twisted, keeping him in sight at all times, wondering how much of my power was left from my shower. Macaire was playing some kind of game and I was very much afraid it was a deadly game. “I’m no candidate to be the McClaren. I AM the McClaren. There is no one else left in my line,” I gritted out, trying to get my anger under control.
“So you say, Nyx.” Macaire stopped by the French doors. He waved a hand and they opened. “You’d best speak to Alfred, and soon. He’s quite old, you know. Something could easily… happen to him.”
With a sharky grin, Macaire stepped through the French doors. They swished closed. I ran to them, but by the time I reached them, he was gone. Now, anger and fear warred within me. Macaire’s threats were barely veiled this time, and the clues he’d dropped had me scrambling for my phone. Then I saw the time and cursed.
I grabbed my purse and ran for the front of the chateau. As much as I didn’t want to have this conversation with Alfred in front of Valerian, now I was stuck. I was sure that bastard Macaire knew this too. He’d planned it all this way. Whatever the hell was going on with him, Alfred knew something about it. And calling Alfred in front of Val meant that now Val would know what it was too.
I ran out the front door of the chateau and jumped into the front seat of the Jaguar that Valerian was driving. As he raced down the drive, I stared at the Ogham rings. They were glowing faintly.
“What the fuck took you so long?” Valerian grumbled.
I reached into my purse and pulled out my phone. I hit the speed dial for my penthouse. “Business, Val. Really serious business,” I said.
My tone must have alerted him that something was wrong. He shot me a glance that was filled with worry. Then Alfred picked up.
“How the hell does Macaire know that you are my Am fear-faire?” I bit out, my voice shaking with anger.
On the other end of the phone, Alfred sighed. “I was afraid of this.”
“Afraid of what?” I almost yelled into the phone.
Valerian’s hands tightened on the wheel. “Nyx? What’s wrong?” he asked urgently.
I looked at him and said, “I don’t know Val. I just don’t know.”
Have a great Tuesday!