Rachel's Guilty Secret
It's hard to contain my excitement as I take the medium sized box from the back of my closet and put it on my bed. A shiver runs down my spine at the thought of what it holds. The Church is empty; Jenks and Matalina are enjoying what pixies do best while Jih has the rest of their children at Keasley's; Ivy is clubbing with Erica; and I have fifteen minutes to get my witchy-ass in front of the tv in the living room. Taking a deep breath, I strip out of my sweats and pull the various pieces from the box.
Looking in the mirror, I can't believe this stuff still fits. My confidence seems to increase, the old attitude settling over me like a second skin. The clock on my nightstand says I still have six minutes, so I quickly review my preparations: Crossbar over the front door, check. Drinks and snacks sitting on the coffee table, check. Cell phone off and LAN line unplugged, check. Everything is ready as I can make it. Time to hit the living room.
The years fall away with each step down the hall. I hear the familiar intro and theme and Rachel Morgan the shunned, badass witch runner is gone. Rachel Morgan the dying child is gone. Rachel Morgan the awkward teen is gone. Rachel Morgan who is afraid to love, gone. I'm a Siren, now and forever. Everybody knows what they say about Sirens.
Hours of watching Tales of the Loreli episodes is like going to a family reunion. Fleet Captain Helen Jericho and the crew of the Loreli welcome me home. I know, I know, everybody thinks that scifi fans are supposed to be pathetic geek that live in their parents basements and couldn't get laid if their lives depended on it. They obviously haven't been to SciFi Convention. After the booths close, it becomes a cross between a Swingers party and an Inderlanders Gone Wild video. Don't ask, I won't tell.
God, the actress playing Jericho looks like Ivy. I never noticed that before. My pulse starts to race and twinge of heat goes straight to my groin. Mmm, Ivy would look hot in uniform. WHAT! I didn't really just think that? My left hand begins to massage my scar sending spikes of pleasure through me. Fantasies of Ivy and me in variously scenes from the series increase my arrousal. A banging on the front door hardly penetrates my lust hazed brain. I'm either going to kill the person dumb enough to interrupt me, or throw them down and fuck them senseless.
The back door is thrown open before I can even get three steps from the couch. I turn to see Ivy staring at me with a worried expression on her face. That look quickly changes as my arrousal hits her like a freight train. Her eyes go vampire black but I can tell she is in control. She tries to get to the hall before her instincts overpower her reason. Too bad I cut off her exit.
"Rachel, get out of the way, I don't want to hurt you," Ivy pleads.
"Rachel's not here at the moment. I'm Yoeman Morgan and like any good Siren, I take what I want when I want it. I'll be taking you, now," I purr.
The poor girl is stunned. Her desire, instincts and reason each fighting for control. It's the first time I've ever seen her at a loss for what to do. I pounce on her, my lips crushing into hers. Her shock wears off when I kiss her neck while my hands slip up her blouse fumbling to get her bra off. With a growl that sears my soul, she ripps through the blouse and bra exposing her perfect breasts. I fall on them like some kind of ravenous beast devouring first one, then the other as she moans in pleasure.
Thankfully, Ivy is wearing a skirt instead of her usual leather pants. I snake my right hand up her inner thigh until it reaches her soaked panties. With a swift move, they are pushed aside and my index and middle fingers slide into her and my thumb strokes her clit. She writhes against my hand whimpering, begging for release. I kiss my way down her stomach stopping only to replace my hand with my tongue.
I tease her for a few long minutes, then suck her clit into my mouth and lick it fiercely. Her body shakes and begins to thrash. She begins to pant.
"Oh God, Rachel," Ivy screams as the orgasm overtakes her.
I collapse beside her, shock at what I had just done breaking through the lust. Ivy senses my mood and decides not to give me any time to think. She plays on my scar and it's hard to think. I can't fight this anymore seeing as I just did Ivy. I want her. I want her in the worst possible way, so I surrender. She senses the moment I give myself over to it. I nearly black out from the orgasm she gave me.
Ivy wraps me in her arms and chuckles, "I roomed with a girl in college whose girlfriend was into Tales of the Loreli. When I asked what the attraction was, she simply said, *Sirens rule, while the Fanboys drool*. I finally know what she meant."
"Your damn right we do," I reply.
Looking in the mirror, I can't believe this stuff still fits. My confidence seems to increase, the old attitude settling over me like a second skin. The clock on my nightstand says I still have six minutes, so I quickly review my preparations: Crossbar over the front door, check. Drinks and snacks sitting on the coffee table, check. Cell phone off and LAN line unplugged, check. Everything is ready as I can make it. Time to hit the living room.
The years fall away with each step down the hall. I hear the familiar intro and theme and Rachel Morgan the shunned, badass witch runner is gone. Rachel Morgan the dying child is gone. Rachel Morgan the awkward teen is gone. Rachel Morgan who is afraid to love, gone. I'm a Siren, now and forever. Everybody knows what they say about Sirens.
Hours of watching Tales of the Loreli episodes is like going to a family reunion. Fleet Captain Helen Jericho and the crew of the Loreli welcome me home. I know, I know, everybody thinks that scifi fans are supposed to be pathetic geek that live in their parents basements and couldn't get laid if their lives depended on it. They obviously haven't been to SciFi Convention. After the booths close, it becomes a cross between a Swingers party and an Inderlanders Gone Wild video. Don't ask, I won't tell.
God, the actress playing Jericho looks like Ivy. I never noticed that before. My pulse starts to race and twinge of heat goes straight to my groin. Mmm, Ivy would look hot in uniform. WHAT! I didn't really just think that? My left hand begins to massage my scar sending spikes of pleasure through me. Fantasies of Ivy and me in variously scenes from the series increase my arrousal. A banging on the front door hardly penetrates my lust hazed brain. I'm either going to kill the person dumb enough to interrupt me, or throw them down and fuck them senseless.
The back door is thrown open before I can even get three steps from the couch. I turn to see Ivy staring at me with a worried expression on her face. That look quickly changes as my arrousal hits her like a freight train. Her eyes go vampire black but I can tell she is in control. She tries to get to the hall before her instincts overpower her reason. Too bad I cut off her exit.
"Rachel, get out of the way, I don't want to hurt you," Ivy pleads.
"Rachel's not here at the moment. I'm Yoeman Morgan and like any good Siren, I take what I want when I want it. I'll be taking you, now," I purr.
The poor girl is stunned. Her desire, instincts and reason each fighting for control. It's the first time I've ever seen her at a loss for what to do. I pounce on her, my lips crushing into hers. Her shock wears off when I kiss her neck while my hands slip up her blouse fumbling to get her bra off. With a growl that sears my soul, she ripps through the blouse and bra exposing her perfect breasts. I fall on them like some kind of ravenous beast devouring first one, then the other as she moans in pleasure.
Thankfully, Ivy is wearing a skirt instead of her usual leather pants. I snake my right hand up her inner thigh until it reaches her soaked panties. With a swift move, they are pushed aside and my index and middle fingers slide into her and my thumb strokes her clit. She writhes against my hand whimpering, begging for release. I kiss my way down her stomach stopping only to replace my hand with my tongue.
I tease her for a few long minutes, then suck her clit into my mouth and lick it fiercely. Her body shakes and begins to thrash. She begins to pant.
"Oh God, Rachel," Ivy screams as the orgasm overtakes her.
I collapse beside her, shock at what I had just done breaking through the lust. Ivy senses my mood and decides not to give me any time to think. She plays on my scar and it's hard to think. I can't fight this anymore seeing as I just did Ivy. I want her. I want her in the worst possible way, so I surrender. She senses the moment I give myself over to it. I nearly black out from the orgasm she gave me.
Ivy wraps me in her arms and chuckles, "I roomed with a girl in college whose girlfriend was into Tales of the Loreli. When I asked what the attraction was, she simply said, *Sirens rule, while the Fanboys drool*. I finally know what she meant."
"Your damn right we do," I reply.