Phoenyx: Flesh & Fire by Morgana Blackrose Page B

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    My nipples swelled as I looked down at her face, eyelids lowered, lips glistening as she ran her tongue across them from side to side. She stretched her arms out above her head, submitting, giving herself over to me. I swept my hands over her, following the mounds of her breasts, the hollows of her ribcage, and reached out behind me. I found the laces of her G-string and opened up the knots on each hip. She bucked her pelvis up off the stage and I flung the G-string off and away, then threw myself over her and caught her mouth with mine. She rotated her hips underneath me, brushing her tight muscles against my erogenous zone which was now leaking quite freely through my pants.
    “Mm, I can smell your pussy from here, darling,” she whispered into my face. “I want to taste it again.”
    I grabbed a clump of hair and held her face against mine, our noses rubbing playfully as I pulled on those beautiful blonde tresses.
    “I love you,” I sighed, smiling with the silliness of it all. She probably couldn’t hear me due to the noise, but I had meant those words truly and hoped that her mind would perceive them on some secret spiritual level.
    She wormed her way down until I was sitting almost on her chest. She grabbed the hips of my pants and nodded at me, giving me my cue. I stood up slowly, hands playing through my hair as I went, and Olivia drew those wet hot pants down to my knees. I straightened up, shaking myself all the way. I stepped out of the pants and turned to face them – the crowd, the horde, the wolf-packs – but I couldn’t see much past the first row of tables due to the lights.
    I could hear them, though. And they certainly weren’t booing.
    Olivia rolled away and wrapped herself around my leg, hands caressing my knee and calf. Then she leant in and ran her tongue all the way up my inner thigh, twisting her head so the crowd couldn’t quite see her penetrate me (which was theoretically hardcore, for which Bruno had no license) and I quivered on the spot, feeling my defenses crumble. As she rubbed her head against me, I spread my arms, head back, and let my rivers flow from me with rapid contractions, running through her hair, against her cheek, like an April shower. I felt her squeeze my ass in appreciation, a wonderful sensation of release which told me: you did it !
    More cheers. They were enjoying this. And so, most definitely, was I.

Chapter Three
    The More the Merrier
    While Melissa entertained the bar with a rowdy rendition of Saturday Night Beaver , Olivia and I went backstage to deafening cheers and whistles. Bruno stood there beaming, hands behind his back, as we entered the dressing room.
    “Well done, Phoenyx,” he said. “Looks like you survived your first night and came through with flying rainbow colors.”
    I bowed; shaking my hair and feeling the sweat fly from me. I suddenly felt very self-conscious, standing there naked away from the stage, the lights, and everything else which had insulated and cushioned me against even the merest flutters of humiliation. I panicked and looked around for my usual old clothes. That was when Olivia grabbed me around the waist and planted a huge kiss on my mouth, and Bruno revealed the bouquet of red roses he’d been hiding out of sight all that time.
    “Red and gorgeous just like you,” Bruno said, somehow managing not to sound like a complete sleaze ball.
    I flushed as red as the petals as I took them from him.
    “Thanks,” I said, not knowing where to look now. Everyone was looking at me, exhibiting admiration and joy in equal measure. “I really mean it. They’re beautiful.”
    “Did anybody tell her about the initiation ritual?” Petra piped up from the back.
    I sat down on the bench, feeling a shadow of worry creep over me.
    “Nope,” Gloria said. “It’s always more fun when they don’t expect it.”
    “Oh, no. I’m out of here,” Bruno said. “Remember to play nice, now – I don’t want any screaming tantrums and