She closed her eyes, the long black lashes grazed her milky white skin, she took a deep breathe, drinking in the salty air, she tilted her face upto the sky and started to sing, her voice was pure and crystal clear, hypnotic. Suddenly a cry sounded in the distance, her call was answered, a noise that could be heard in the distance came closer and closer, swooshhh, swooshhh, swooshhhh, a glimper of light caught the creatures scales, turning it’s body into was seemed like liquid fire, her piercing red eyes, scanned the horizon and saw her friend on the bluff, she turned lazily, opening her mouth wide and let out a blaze of flames, the dragon’s scales where a burnished bronze, eyes ruby red, a truly awesome sight to behold. The dragon dove straight towards the bluff, pulling up slightly just before the cliff’s edge, wings outstretched beating lazily, legs extended displaying razor sharp talons, before settling daintily before Rebecca. Her long neck craned forward and gently nuzzled Rebecca’s hair. Rebecca’s graceful hand extended and caressed the Dragons silken nose, though they could not communicate in words, their minds touched together, thinking in pictures. Rebecca closed her eyes, showing the dragon scenes of pictures that was flooding through her mind, from when she was a child happily playing, to when she was cursed by a gypsy, turning her into a living dead being, forever to walk the world, from one century into the next, watching everyone she loved die around her, whilst she lived, doomed for eternity to be alone.

Rebecca’s heart ache was almost unbearable, she would willingly throw herself off the cliff, if she knew it would result in her death, but she knew better than to try…for it would be to no avail. Tears started to course down her face, another love was lost and she was powerless to help, powerless to stop death, she could do nothing but to watch in horror and watch her beloved die, his lifes blood seeping into the ground…

Other images played through her mind, happier times, where she lowered her guard after a 150 years and allowed anothers heart touch hers once again, letting the light shine into her soul, where only darkness once before resided. Fire and Ice she whisphered..and the images kept playing through her mind..sneaking out into the snow and filling a glass full off ice, returning to the warm bed..only to lean forward and take an ice crystal and run it down the neck of her beloved, watching him jump awake, before a smile played over his lips, settling once more, deeper into the bed, waiting for what pleasures was to come.

The ice was trailed down his back, followed by her warm tongue, lazily following the pattern of the iced water that melted, trickling here and there..he turns over and smiles up at her, reaches forward and slides her jumper off, exposing her bare breasts to his roving eyes, his hand extends to the glass and retrieves an ice cube, placing it into his mouth, letting his mouth and tongue become icy cold, before raising himself up and taking a nipple into his mouth…she remembers gasping in pleasure, arching her back, thinking this is not the way it was ment to happen, his head turns and takes the other nipple into his mouth and she shudders in pleasure, feeling herself grow wetter..wanting..

He retrieves another ice cube and slides it between my legs. Slowly he pushes he ice cube in and out..I close my eyes and he leans over me and kisses my eyelids, moving down to my lips. Our lips meet and then I feel the ice inside me. It chills me to the bone. He starts to kiss me deeper, more hungrily, my hand slides down to his hard cock, I start to rub up and down gently feeling the silky hardness against the palm of my hand.

He spreads my legs, draping my right leg over his body, whilst his hand slides down to my hot pussy, the ice has long since melted, he starts to rub my clit up and down, joining in unison as I rub his hard cock. My breathe starts to come in gasps and before I loose myself, I lean back and grab an ice cube. I pass it to my righ hand. I press it to his cock and stoke up and down. He stops moving and body tenses up…swiftly in one motion he is above me, he reaches around and grabs my ass..pulling me onto his cold hard cock and gasp in pleasure as I feel it slide smoothly inside me.
Our bodies rock together, grinding slowly, I press my lips against his…and slide my tongue into his mouth, he eases his cock out of my pussy, I wimper in protest against his lips, but he smiles as he looks into my eyes, he takes his hard cock in one hand and rubs it up and down my pussy, it’s slick, drenched, wet, he does this over and over again, until I start to ache, wanting his hard cock inside me. I wrap my legs around his hips and he finally allows the head of his cock to slide inch by slow inch inside me, I start to raise my hips, grabbing onto his shoulders, wanting his cock, deeper inside me, wanting him to fuck me hard, until I cum all over his cock, within moments, he loses the little control he had left and starts to fuck me deeper and deeper, each thrust becomes harder, until I scream in pleasure and he shudders in pleasure, emptying himself deep inside me…he lays ontop of me heaving, both our bodies are covered in sweat, I hold him tight and wish this moment would go on forever..but nothing is forever..
Rebecca’s eyes snap open, her breathe hisses out, that’s it, fire and ice! If she could get a vial of the dragon’s blood and empty it onto her beloved’s lifeless body, the dragons blood will be like life’s blood, seeping into him, blood like a raging fire, racing through his veins..giving him life once again..
As images flinted through her mind, the great dragon nodded her head wisely, raised on foot off the ground and using it’s jagged talon, sliced a small tear on her hind leg, letting blood seep out, quickly Rebecca retrieved a vial out of her bag and collected the precious blood, before patting the great dragon on her side and racing off, back to the village, where her beloved’s body lay….to bring him the gift of life….

His last memory was a woman, straddled above him, poised with a needle in
hand, murmuring “it will all be alright, relax”, he had managed to tear free one of
the restraints and knock her out of the way, moments before the needle was to enter
his arm. He saw her crash into the desk, her temple striking the edge, before
slumping into the ground. He knew he only had moments before the sound alerted
others and quickly untied his restraints, vaulting off the table, adreniline pumping
through his body, he made his way to the window, picking up a chair as he went by
and threw it will all his force, the sound of shattering glass resounded through the
small room, and along with that, sirens, cursing, he vaulted up onto the bench under
the window and crawled through, swinging his legs over, dropping to the ground, he
started running instantly, hearing shouts and dogs barking in the distance, he must
make it to the river or he would be captured.

As he ran, thoughts raced through his mind, how could she betray him? how could he
have been so gullible, they all warned him, this profession left no room for family,
friends or women, no distractions. He now knew why she knew him so well, why she
fed him all he craved.. because she was the same, a mercenary. A very beautiful
one. She knew his weaknesses and attacked them, thoroughly, destroying his defenses
with her feminine charms.

Anger coarsed through him, giving him a surge of energy, he could hear bullets been
fired in the distance, but knew they were no threat, for the moment, he pressed on
harder, faster, using skills honed by years of practise, he thought he knew it all,
from injecting scum with heroin, or the crank,using disgarded old syringes over and
over again, he never cared, they were disposable, he would place a Zippo lighter
under the spoon and drop the chunk of Crank into it followed by a syringe full of
water. He would stirred the Crank as it bubbled away, watching the look of terror in
the scum bag’s eyes.. he would take it off the heat and dropped a cotton ball into
the liquid crank. The heroin was low level street quality and this process was
necessary to filter the impure particles from the mix. He would draw in the potion
from the centre of the ball and flicked the syringe top to expell the air trapped in
the chamber. “Ready for the truth serum ” he’d say, and place the needle between his
teeth while he viciously tied the scum’s forearm with the necktie tourniquet.

He would deftly inserted the needle into their vein with
the precision of a veteran hospital matron. He would drew back cautiously on the
syringe plunger and the inlet of blood indicated a safe penetration to proceed with
the injection, then pressed convincingly on the plunger
and delivered the stupefying concoction deep into their vein,
before releasing the tourniquet restraint and allowing the drug to reach their
heart, and once there having access to every fibre of their body. With regular
doses, their craving would reach fever pitch..and tell him everything, then, when he
was done, he would calmly place the Glock to their temple and fire. Dispensable.

The thought of drugs made him think of Rhianna, if infact that was her real name.
She was a drug, coursing through his blood, living only for her, for when they would
meet next. He momentarily visited their last night together..dinner..he had cooked a
beautiful dinner, afterwards in the candle light, she looked like an angel, he
leaned forward and touched his lips to her. She had pulled back slightly, before
abandoning herself to the sensations, was that all fake too he wondered? before
memories flooded through his mind once again, she sighed against his outh, then
opened her own to him. Hungrily.. He tongue slid into her mouth, tasting her
sweetnss, like nectar, the contact sensitising every part of his body.

He remembered pulling her away slighly, to sweep the table clean, glasses, crockery
crashing to the floor unheaded, the only urgency he had was to take Rhianna hard and
fast. Her skin was satiny smooth, like silk, and his temperature again went up a
notch, when he slid her closer still, he almost expected a shower of sparks, instead
her skirt rode upto her hips and he pressed against her harder, pushing her back
onto the table completely, she opened her knees willingly, moans of passion escaping
her lips. The only thng separating them, as far as flesh to flesh was concerned,
was her sexy black pantihose, with a black seam running up the back of her legs,
teamed with black stilletos – hot. He pressed her closer to him, soft breasts to
muscled chest, he could feel her heart racing and smiled in satisfaction, her arms
wrapping themselves around his neck as they kissed deeper and deeper, harder and
harder. His hand wondered down and felt the heat coming out of her crotch, he
ripped the pantihose off, giving him direct access to her steaming hot pussy. He
dragged his lips away from her mouth and moved down, bending his head until he was
level with her beautiful pussy, slowly, leisurely, his mouth and tongue began to
explore the wetness, feeling her writher beneath his touch, knowing she was close,
her hands grabbing his head and dragging it harder into her pussy, wanting more.
“Fuck me” he heard her whisper, “fuck me hard now”, he couldn’t take anymore, he
pulled back and yanked down his jeans and pants in one movement, not taking time to
take his shoes off, he dragged her by the hips closer to the edge of the table, so
the tip of his cock could feel the wetness of her pussy, feeling the heat coming
straight off her, slowly he rubbed the head of his cock, up and down her swollen
clit, watching her head thrash from side to side, trying to get him to enter into
her, slowly, he sank an inch into her, paused momentarily before thrusting deep and
hard into, fucking her slowly and deliberately, filling her up to the hilt, before
picking up the pace faster and faster, only emptying himself into her after hearing
hear screams of passion….

It was then he lost his footing, plunging down the raving into a ditch, cursing her
again, over and over in his mind as he tumbled over rocks and branches before his
head struck a rock…

“bitch” he muttered as he pulled himself upright, payback will be a bitch.

Suddenly, there was a tap at her window, startled, her brown eyes widened and soft red lips opened in surprise, letting out a squeal, quickly she said “I have to go, police!” she groaned in aspiration, she wa always careful to hide the fact she was talking on the mobile phone..she had a hands free handset but disliked them intensely, she was always careful to wrap her long black, silky hair around the phone, trying to disguise the fact she was being naughty. She sunk down in the seat, her skirt riding up, she giggled to herself, thinking, there is nowhere to hide, she quickly glanced out the window, yes he was still there, the police officer on a motor bike, with a scowl on his face, obviously he was less than impressed with her attempts to hide..she couldn’t make out his features, as the helmet was covering his face, his finger was pointing to the side of the road, “move over” he roared, she winced at his tone, obviously he ment business, she looked down at herself and quickly undid two buttons on her shirt, so the swell of her ample breasts were in full view, wouldn’t help to charm him a bit? She thought to herself.
Slowly she inched her way to the side of the expressway and took the first exit, there was a little rest area there and she wouldn’t interfere with the traffic, she looked in her rear vision mirror and nervously licked her lips, he was still following her, she put her indicator on and pulled into the rest area, graceful hand extended and buzzed down the electric window.
Then she turned off the engine. She heard the crunch of foot steps on the gravel and took a big breathe and smiled gaily, her smile faltered slightly as a face loomed right into her window, his piercing green eyes were positively magnetic, she swallowed and said “I’m sorry Officer, I didn’t mean to talk on the mobile phone..” her voice trailed off when she noticed he wasn’t smiling in the least. “License please”, said the deep gravely voice, “yes it is an offense to talk on a mobile phone whilst driving, three demerit points and $135.00. License please!” he barked again. Nervously she looked at him, this wasn’t going to plan at all, she reached over to the passenger side, to grab her hand bag, her skirt riding higher, giving the police officer a brief glimpse of black lace panties and ample view of her long bare legs,, he couldn’t help but stare at the enticing sight before him. She turned back and smiled up at him, handing him her license with perfect manicured nails, the colour of fresh red apples, their hands brushed briefly and quickly she jerked back her hand as if an electric shock had coursed through her, only a tightening of facial muscles around his face gave way to the fact, he felt it too, “it’s just been a long day at the office..her voice trailed off”, indignant, she realized he wasn’t even listening! He pivoted on a foot and walked back to his motor cycle. Probably going to check she wasn’t wanted for bank robbery, she muttered to herself. She continued to watch, he was tall, broad, slender and an ass to die for.

Next moment he was peering into the window again, she looked up into those green eyes again ran her fingers through her hair, licking her lips enticingly. God, was sh being that obvious? “It would seem we have a little problem here” said the gravely voice, she jumped up startled, “problem?” she repeated in a parrot like fashion.
“It would seem you had one to many warnings, could you please step out of the vehicle. His eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from those glossy red lips, nor the sweet curves of her breasts. Her legs parted slightly when he stepped back so she could open the door and he was again granted a glimpse of black lace panties. He swallowed hard for the first time in his life at a loss what to do..there was no problem with her license, he just wanted to scare her a bit, too often women used their female wiles on him, thinking a quick smile and a flash leg would have him walk away and not write a ticket.
As she exited the car, she stumbled briefly on the gravely path, her spiky high heels shoes not ment for cross country gallivanting, she grabbed his arm to steady herself, the muscles felt rock hard under her touch, again she felt the course of electricity flowing through her, her nipples tightened in response and he was helpless not to notice the sudden swelling of those beautiful breasts, his eyes flew to her face, he stared down at what seemed like a small eternity, into those sexy brown eyes, the liquid drown pools were a direct window to her soul and there he saw she wanted him. His eyes wandered down lower to her her lips, damn they were sexy lips, he wondered what it would feel like to kiss those apple red lips.
She leaned back against the car and noticed the sky was starting to darken, the sun had already slipped behind the trees that lined either side of the road. A barren road it would seem..no one seemed to use this rest stop anymore. She noticed the other tanned hand held a ticketing book and her license, she scanned his face for a hint of anything and found his face was stern, her eyes lingered for a while on his lips, such beautiful lips, looked as if they were sculptured by Michael Angelo himself. “okay, okay. So, um..”
“Could you please come with me?” He motioned to the front of the car and walked off before she could utter a syllable. The nerve of that man! Her eyes narrowed and she stalked off towards the front of the car, she made it four steps before the heel of her shoe caught in a rut, she teetered precariously on her high heel shoes, her hands failed out wildly, trying to regain balance, when she felt a steel hand wrap around her upper arm steading her, she was whipped around suddenly and brought up hard against his chest, her hands fell flat on the pockets of his uniform, she felt the thud of his heart beneath her hands, she smiled in a brief moment of satisfaction, knowing his heart was pounding as fast as hers. He backed her up against the bonnet of the car, trying to steady both of them, his body came into contact with her soft curves and he was lost, she felt as good as she looked..his nostril flared and caught scent of her perfume and smelt deliciously eatable.
His face was only inches from hers, he groaned and gave into resistance, all barriers falling away, his lips brushed hers softly, tenderly, they parted under his gentle touch, slowly, hungrily the pace picked up, each clutching at each other. He kicked her feet apart slightly with his black boot and reached down with his free hand to lift her skirt and cup her hot, shaved pussy. It felt so hot to his touch and eased her panties to one side, allowing access to feel her slick wetness, he groaned in passion against her lips, this was madness, yet she wasn’t pulling away either, but pushing against his hand, wanting more. His finger started to rub gently against her clitoris, feeling it become harder beneath his gentle touch, she started to grind up against his hand harder, he gently eased a finger into her and automatically the walls of her pussy wrapped around him. Her nostrils were flared as she breathed hard in and out, her hands were wildly caressing every inch of him, this was madness!she never been aroused so much in her entire life, it was as if he was the puppet master and she was the puppet, bending to his will.
“Do you want me?”he whispered against her ear, wordlessly she nodded, helpless to speak against the onslaught on waves of pleasure that was crashing over her. He removed his hand from her crotch and reached for his belt and quickly undid it, letting them fall to the ground before freeing his rock hard cock, strong, tanned hands returned to undo the rest of the buttons of her shirt, slipping a hand around her back to release the catch of her black lacy bra, freeing her beautiful breasts to his hungry gaze.
His head swooped down and took one nipple into his mouth, lick and sucking it gently, whilst his hands gently cupped them, she was leaning back against the bonnet of her car, gasping, the coolness of the air heightening the exquisite torment, her head thrashed from side to side, black silken hair spread over the bonnet off the car, she looked like a siren, a siren who seduced him, for the first time a smile came across his lips and he whispered, “you are so beautiful”, gently, he brought her to her feet and turned her around, he hiked her skirt up around her hips and pressed his hard cock against her perfect ass, she backed into him wantonly, her hands braced against the car.
Slowly, he guided his hard cock into her dripping wet pussy, slowly inch at a time, battling with himself not to drive it in all the way, deep and hard, “you like that?you like the feel of me inside you?you want me”.. his voice trailed off , “yessss, yesss she gasped, oh god yes, please fuck me”
slowly he started to move in the ancient rhythm of old, building the tempo faster and faster, his hands reaching up and holding her shoulders, so he could drive himself deeper into her, he heard her breathe quicken and she was sobbing, “please, please”, before one final thrust sent her hurdling into orgasmic bliss, he felt her shudder and pulse around his cock and knew he couldn’t hold another moment longer before he too reached climax, shouting hoarsely.
Finally they both lay spent against the car, he nuzzled the side of her neck and kissed her softly, she eased back and turned around, staring wordlessly into his eyes, they both knew what happened between them was fate. He eased away and pulled up his pants and trousers, straightening his uniform , before helping her dress herself.
The ticket book was on the ground flapping in the breeze, he picked it up and closed the pad, before returning to the back pocket of his trousers.
He reached for a pen in his shirt pocket, turned and picked up her hand, he placed a kiss on the palm before writing down his number. She looked at him in wonderment, before curling her manicured fingers in the palm of her hand. She leaned forward shyly and gave him a quick kiss on his lips..knowing there would be many more interludes to be enjoyed

Her hand went up and felt for the pins that held her hair in it’s usual tight bun, one by one, she pulled them out and her luxurious blonde hair tumbled down her back, she shook her head, feeling the weight released and revelled in the feel of her hair set free from the constrictions of the bun. She looked down at herself, white blouse buttoned to the top, straining slightly in the middle, her DD breasts, confined in a tight fitted bra, trying to minimise their fullness, straight black shirt, knee length, no shorter, her only unpractical folly were her shoes, how beautiful they were, red, high and shiny, matching her ruby red lips..her fingers reached up and slowly released three buttons, exposing her amazing cleavage. If only Matt Jones could see me now, she thought again, her hands slide down to the waist band of her skirt and she pulled it up higher,folding it over, until her skirt was three inches above her knee, perfectly indecent! she thought smiling. Just then a thought struck her, Mr Jones will see her, as he has never seen her before, she knew the nightclub he frequented. Before she lost her nerve, she picked up her Versace handbag – red to match her shoes and strode out the door without a backwards glance. Tonight was going to be fun, tonight was going to be different..

She reached the nightclub, lights flashing, bodies writhing, she knew it was not her kind of place. Then she saw him. Tall, dark and handsome, leaning nonchalantly against the bar, his hand sporting a glass of amber liquid, she knew by experience was scotch, on the rocks, how many times had she mixed that drink for him? Chivas Regal, on ice. She sauntered confidently towards him,getting into character, as if she was the kind of woman who picked up men in bars, her was doing flip-fops in her chest, she ignored the looks from the other men, as she made her way to his side, he laughed at something the woman beside him said, Rachael, the receptionist, before he turned and spotted her, his green eyes widened in amazement, “Grace”? she finally reached his side and whispered throatily in his ear, “lost for words Mr Jones”?, his dazzling smile made her feel warm in more than one place, his elbow accidently brushing the side of her breasts, giving her goose bumps all over, he asked, “can I buy you a drink?”, she thought wildly for a second, mineral water wouldn’t cut it her, “Cosmo please”, he turned and motioned the bartender over, placing her order, before returning his attention to her once more, “you look beautiful Grace”.
‘He must be the devil,’ she thought as she realised her nipples were tightening in her top, looking into those green eyes. He passed her the Cosmo and she gulped it down quickly, needing the dutch courage,he spoke, asked her if she would like to dance she muttered a vague reply, she felt drunk and she only had one drink.

He took her hand and led her through the crowd, to the dance floor, he couldn’t think of anything except of finding a way of kissing her, he knew this was out of character for her, but what the heck, he had been admiring her for months and longed to feel body against his..slowly they started to sway to the rhythm, this wasn’t exactly going to plan, her hips fitted against his snuggly, her breasts brushing against his chest, her perfume tantalising his nostrils, he felt himself harden almost instantly and pulled away slightly, she looked at him puzzled, then smiled when she realised what was happening and grinded closer to him again. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “Grace, lets get out of here, back to the office”, she licked her lips when she spoke to him,”yes”, now he knew he wasn’t just warm, he was hard, and it was getting painful.

As they exited the club, Rachael the receptionist called after them, only then did he turn round and she looked at those eyes again, this time asking a question. She nodded, they ran.

Eventually they stopped, he could hear her heavy breathing and let her rest. She flopped against the wall of the office block, and he suddenly noticed how her breasts were heaving. . She subconsciously licked her lips again and they knew that was the point of no return. He must have her, now, or he would be not sleeping for a week.

She leaned against the wall, wondering what the hell it was that she was doing, and then she noticed the look in his eyes that made her nipples harden again and she remembered what she was doing here. He leaned in and all traces of self-control left when his lips touched hers. He pulled back and fumbled for his keys, opening the building door, before both rushed inside, giggling like school children, how exciting this was, how exhilarating, he kissed her lips and proceeded to probe inside her mouth, gently until she opened her mouth fully and not only gave in to his kiss, but kissed back fiercely. He could stand it no more, and pressed himself against her, he was painfully hard. Grace pulled back slightly and said, “I think your desk will be more fun..” she couldn’t believe herself, what happend to shy Grace? the Ice Queen?, well she found someone who melted her – Mr Jones..

They tumbled into his office and he pushed her back against his desk, she felt the hard edge pressing against her soft skin and leaned back further, her hand gently touching his crotch, she felt him and moaned, and felt herself get wet. It was crazy, suddenly she wanted him to touch her, everywhere.

He heard her moan and with an answering grunt of his own, lifted her body off her feet onto the table, where he stripped off her top and gently caressed her breasts, then took a nipple in his mouth. He was pleased it was already hard as he licked and sucked it gently.

Her knees gave way, and she abandoned herself to the waves of pleasure that were raging though her, all she could gasp was ‘please?’ All she could think about was him inside her, filling her. She was burning, she was on fire and all she could think of was being satisfied, right here, right now. She practically ripped off his shirt and she pressed her hands against his chest, raking her long tipped nails down to his belt, and felt his hardness and shivered in pleasure.

He couldn’t see anything but her, and ripped down her skirt. He was trying to be gentle and slowly turn her on as he had done with countless women before, but he couldn’t contain himself with her, carelessly yanked off her French lace knickers, barely appreciating how sexy they were.

He thought he was going to explode, as she finally freed him of his trousers and he ripped off his boxers. He took a moment to take her all in, just looking at her made him swell more, he could barely contain himself,she begged him with her eyes, as she started to shamelessly rub herself, arching her back, she grabbed him and pulled him down on top of her, begging again for release…

Sliding himself into her, he realised how tight and wet she was and wondered if once was going to be enough and if he was going to last! she was not like anyone he had before.. her fingernails dug into his back as he began the rhythm, her hips rose to meet his, exactly in time. ‘harder!
faster!’ She whispered in his ear, and he finally gave in, thrusting deeply and hard into her, her moan giving him all the encouragement he needed, speeding up the rhythm as she raised her hips so he could penetrate even deeper. He thrust into her, hard, and she was so close she couldn’t breathe. She grabbed him, pulling him deeper and closer, wanting, needing release.

He felt her back arching, and couldn’t help but joining in with her moans as her felt himself coming. Their bodies were slick with sweat and he felt like he never wanted to stop doing this. With united moans, they both came, him rocking her as he shuddered inside of her, her orgasmic ripples inside of her taking him over the edge.

They both smiled as they dressed and he grinned as he said “that was very naughty Grace!, you must come into my office tomorrow for punishment.
Grace grinned cheekly and replied, “Same time tomorrow, Mr Jones, but next time up against the wall, Mr. Jones” He looked at her in utter amazement and knew there were going to be many, many more pleasurable interludes with Grace.