Filthy Gorgeous
Title: The Age Of Innocence Is Dead
Pairing: Dominic Monaghan/Evangeline Lilly/Ana Matronic
Summary: Evangeline discovers something new
Warnings: Threesome.Mild Bondage. erm fairly graphic.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Clearly not real. The product of a very over active imagination
Beta: philomel fixed the punctuation and encouraged me to fix the bits that were broken *hugs*. Having said that, all mistakes are mine and mine alone.
Feedback: Ooh yes please *bats eyelashes*
Notes: The title is a line from "The Skins" by Scissor Sisters. This fic is the result of too much caffeine and sugar and an unhealthy obsession with Dominic Monaghan.
The Age Of Innocence Is Dead
Evangeline moved restlessly, back arching slightly, arms tugging at the restraints that held them, legs crossing and thighs rubbing together in an attempt to create some friction, anything to help release her from this delicious torment that she found herself in.
”Oh no, that won’t do. How are we supposed to enjoy the view if your legs are crossed?”
The voice of one of her playmates broke through her struggles so she did what any good girl would do and uncrossed her legs, spreading them wide apart, bent at the knees feet flat to the mattress giving her appreciative audience the view they so demanded.
Sighing softly to herself she thought back on the events that had led to her finding herself blindfolded and tied to a bed awaiting her companions next move.
It had been Dom’s idea to go and see the Scissor Sisters play live. “You’ll love them”, he had declared, bouncing around the room in his trademark exuberant puppy dog way. “They’re all camp and shiny, massively theatrical, more like a stage show than a gig", he had continued, a slight frown marring his forehead as he tried to think of ways to persuade her to go.
As usual his combination of pleading eyes and impish charm had won her over and she had put on her best frock and followed him to the gig.
He was right, she had enjoyed the gig, entranced by the lights and the outfits and the way that the two singers Jake Shears and Ana Matronic had whipped the crowd into a frenzy. She had been particularly taken with Ana, a gorgeous, Amazonian woman who radiated raw sexuality and incredible amounts of self confidence making her all the more attractive. Evie had wondered more than once what it would be like to have all that energy focused on you but had shaken the thoughts from her head. She wasn’t that kind of girl, for a start she was straight and although life with Dom had opened her eyes to many a new experience the possibility of bisexuality wasn’t one she had yet considered.
At the after show party the band had swamped them; they were huge fans of Lost and had bombarded them with questions about the show. Dom had handled them like a pro, quipping and flirting and quickly gaining a new bunch of friends. Evie had sat quietly a little in awe of these people and their easy flamboyance, more Dom’s scene than hers.
Soon talk had drifted away from the Isle of Mystery and, as the alcohol flowed, the conversation turned to baser issues.
The boys in the band wanted to know just how much of the gossip about Dom was true. How far did his boy-kissing tendencies go? As usual Dom had given nothing away, revelling in the attention but preferring to keep his air of mystique about such matters, and as usual he had been happy to trade kisses, letting the band join the not so exclusive club of men he had kissed.
Evie had watched from the sidelines, amused as always and, as always, more than a little turned on by the sight of her boyfriend with his tongue firmly stuck down another man’s throat.
She had been so engrossed in the display that she hadn’t noticed Ana moving to stand beside her until she had spoken.
”How about you Evie? What’s your opinion on all this?”
Her reply of, “If Dom were really fucking all the guys he’s supposed to be, it would be a miracle that he had the energy to stand up let alone hold down an acting job”, had raised peals of laughter from all assembled, except her questioner who had just moved in closer and said: ”Actually I meant have you ever engaged in girl kissing?”
A thrill had shivered its way up her spine as she had turned to Ana and replied, “No. Not yet”.
”Would you like to try it?” was the next question. She had thought for a few seconds before looking up shyly at the beautiful woman standing before her and answering, “Yes please."
Ana had smiled then moved in closer, cupping her face in her hands and slowly pressing her lips to Evie’s in a chaste kiss before pulling away again and staring at her bandmates. Clearly a point was being made, anything you can do I can do too.
Evie had looked at Dom and realised that she wanted to make a point too, so, without further thought, she had pulled Ana back to her and brought their lips together again, this time with more passion. She had felt Ana’s tongue licking at her lips, demanding entrance to her mouth, so, closing her eyes and mentally taking a deep breath, she had opened up to the probing muscle and let it in.
The two women had kissed until the need for air had forced them apart and as they stared at each other they realised that their audience had gone silent. They had turned to see a line of men in various states of shock. Evie had looked at Dom and all she had been able to see on his face had been raw lust, his eyes darkened by desire, face flushed with arousal, a sly smile playing on his lips.
The spell had been broken when Jake had announced that he now knew why straight men thought lesbians were hot and everyone had laughed, returning to the party and forgetting about the show they had just witnessed.
Later Evie had seen Ana and Dom in deep conversation but had thought nothing of it until it was time for the cab ride home. As she had reached out to close the vehicles door a hand had caught hold of hers and Ana had slipped in to join them, smiling seductively at Evie as she did so. Pointing at Dom, she had said: “we thought we could continue the party in private”. Evie found herself sandwiched between Ana and Dom. Each one with a hand on her leg, small circles being rubbed by their thumbs as their hands moved slowly up to the point where her thighs met, causing the shivers to return to her spine and her breathing to become heavier as beside her Dom’s eyes once more darkened with desire.
Her remembrance of the events of the night was interrupted by the creaking of chairs having weight lifted from them and she heard the footsteps of Dom and Ana approaching her on opposite sides of the bed. As the mattress dipped on either side of her, she again involuntarily arched up off the bed, her lust outweighing the vague fear she felt at this new situation. She tensed; awaiting the first touch on her fevered skin but none came. Instead Dom kissed her passionately then licked a trail up the side of her face stopping at her ear, where he whispered, voice heavy with desire:
”You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can stop right now if you don’t feel comfortable.”
She paused for a moment, loving him all the more for giving her the chance to back down even though he clearly wanted nothing more than to continue. Then she spoke.
”Will you two stop asking if I’m ok and just fuck me already.”
Laughter filled the room and then Ana copied Dom’s action, kissing her with an almost brutal intensity before murmuring seductively in her ear:
”Oh little lady, I’m gonna make you come so hard that you forget all about this cute little English boy of yours and beg to run away with me.”
The mouth that promised such great things then began to move its way down her jaw line, nipping and licking its way towards her neck before coming to a halt and moving upward again stopping to whisper in her ear:
”Your boyfriend is wearing a cock ring. He doesn’t get to come until I say so and my motto is always: ladies first. When I’m done with you, I’m gonna tie him down and then we are gonna have our way with him.”
Evie moaned and, through the haze of her arousal, she heard Dom’s voice join hers and she smiled at the fun she and Ana could have with him.
”Ooh I think she likes that idea.” Ana’s voice had a playful tone but Evie didn’t dwell on it long as Dom and Ana began to work in unison on her body.
Two mouths working their way down her neck.
Two sets of lips kissing along her collar bone.
Hands joining in now as they reached her breasts, caressing and kneading her flesh whilst tongue and teeth played with her nipples. Her moans and sighs increased in volume as her desire grew, her legs once more coming together as she squirmed under the dual assault.
For a moment the sensation of hot mouths and playful fingers ceased and Evie pulled against her bonds, hands tugging at the silken scarves that held her in place as she tried desperately to reach out. Unable to free herself she began to grind her head against the pillow beneath in a vain attempt to dislodge the cloth that covered her eyes. Quickly she realised the futility of her actions and stilled, straining instead to hear what was going on in the now silent room. In the darkness behind the blindfold’s cover she heard wet kisses being exchanged and she moaned once more, wanting to see, to touch, to feel. To take part in the images her mind’s eye was creating.
A soft laugh from Dom told her that the pair’s attention was once more focused her way and she felt his weight shift. He leaned in, blocking what little light filtered through the black silk, kissing each of her bound hands in turn, slipping his tongue in between the soft material and her wrists, dampening the restraints so that when he moved away the silk felt cold against her heated flesh and goose bumps raised themselves on her arms.
He began to journey back down her body, teeth grazing skin as moved to join his companion. Reassuring her in a voice heavy with want: “Don’t worry love, we haven’t forgotten about you.”
Her captors moved their attentions lower, tongues darting in and around her navel. Hands stroking her sides, sensations flooding her mind as they slowly began to dip down towards the one part of her body that was screaming for attention but receiving none.
Just as she thought they were about to relieve some of the tension gathering between her thighs, the hands and mouths skipped past the centre of her arousal and began to work their way down her legs.
She cried out, desperate for something more than the oh-so-sweet torture that she was enduring, but all that did was raise more laughter from the two as they continued to work their way to her feet.
There, they stopped and again Evie was left hanging. Desperate once more she began to thrash about on the bed until two pairs of hands firmly grasped an ankle each and spread her legs wide apart, positioning her as she had been before they had joined her.
Dom broke the silence that had fallen on the room, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to contain the urge to just take her then and there: ”You look so fucking hot like this; I wish you could see yourself as I see you now.”
The strength of his passion ripped another moan from Evie’s throat and, as the hands and mouths began their gradual climb up the inside of her thighs, she lost all control. Moaning and crying out as they got closer and closer to the heat of her. Her cunt beyond wet now, dripping her arousal on to the sheets below. As the first mouth closed in on her clit, she screamed out unintelligible sounds, begging for release, cursing and crying demanding that they finish this game here and now.
A second tongue joined the first and the two duelled. Nibbling and licking at her bud. Their actions sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. Building on the pressure inside her until she thought she could take no more. Her two tormentors separated: Dom moving up to once again focus on her breasts and Ana settling between her thighs, her tongue licking hot stripes from the pucker of her arse to the hot, wet interior of her cunt until it plunged inside.
Evie’s mind swam as she felt the muscle fucking her. Curling around inside her. Exploring and probing. Moving in time with the hand that rocked back and forth on her clit and the teeth, lips and tongue that were lavishing her nipples with attention up above.
One of Dom’s hands moved down to join the hungry mouth that was feasting on her and, as he pushed first one finger then another into her, she screamed again feeling her orgasm draw close. Ana’s mouth moved its attention back to her clit and she copied Dom’s example, pushing two of her own fingers deep into Evie’s cunt, stretching her deliciously open as the two of them finger-fucked her into oblivion.
Her voice failed her as her orgasm hit. Her mouth opened in a silent cry. Her body arching so far off the bed that Dom and Ana had to work hard to keep up with her. Their fingers and tongues forced every single bead of pleasure out of her until it felt like her whole body was on fire and she blacked out. Coming round to find herself untied and able to see again, her shackles dropped on the floor, she was enfolded in Dom’s arms as he dropped kisses upon her sweat-slicked brow and told her how much he loved her.
Ana was close on her other side, gently stroking her back, calming her as the aftershocks continued to shiver through her. As her breathing slowed and she felt herself return to some semblance of normality she looked into Dom’s face and with a wicked gleam in her eyes, she said:
”And now it’s your turn."
Pairing: Dominic Monaghan/Evangeline Lilly/Ana Matronic
Summary: Evangeline discovers something new
Warnings: Threesome.Mild Bondage. erm fairly graphic.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Clearly not real. The product of a very over active imagination
Beta: philomel fixed the punctuation and encouraged me to fix the bits that were broken *hugs*. Having said that, all mistakes are mine and mine alone.
Feedback: Ooh yes please *bats eyelashes*
Notes: The title is a line from "The Skins" by Scissor Sisters. This fic is the result of too much caffeine and sugar and an unhealthy obsession with Dominic Monaghan.
The Age Of Innocence Is Dead
Evangeline moved restlessly, back arching slightly, arms tugging at the restraints that held them, legs crossing and thighs rubbing together in an attempt to create some friction, anything to help release her from this delicious torment that she found herself in.
”Oh no, that won’t do. How are we supposed to enjoy the view if your legs are crossed?”
The voice of one of her playmates broke through her struggles so she did what any good girl would do and uncrossed her legs, spreading them wide apart, bent at the knees feet flat to the mattress giving her appreciative audience the view they so demanded.
Sighing softly to herself she thought back on the events that had led to her finding herself blindfolded and tied to a bed awaiting her companions next move.
It had been Dom’s idea to go and see the Scissor Sisters play live. “You’ll love them”, he had declared, bouncing around the room in his trademark exuberant puppy dog way. “They’re all camp and shiny, massively theatrical, more like a stage show than a gig", he had continued, a slight frown marring his forehead as he tried to think of ways to persuade her to go.
As usual his combination of pleading eyes and impish charm had won her over and she had put on her best frock and followed him to the gig.
He was right, she had enjoyed the gig, entranced by the lights and the outfits and the way that the two singers Jake Shears and Ana Matronic had whipped the crowd into a frenzy. She had been particularly taken with Ana, a gorgeous, Amazonian woman who radiated raw sexuality and incredible amounts of self confidence making her all the more attractive. Evie had wondered more than once what it would be like to have all that energy focused on you but had shaken the thoughts from her head. She wasn’t that kind of girl, for a start she was straight and although life with Dom had opened her eyes to many a new experience the possibility of bisexuality wasn’t one she had yet considered.
At the after show party the band had swamped them; they were huge fans of Lost and had bombarded them with questions about the show. Dom had handled them like a pro, quipping and flirting and quickly gaining a new bunch of friends. Evie had sat quietly a little in awe of these people and their easy flamboyance, more Dom’s scene than hers.
Soon talk had drifted away from the Isle of Mystery and, as the alcohol flowed, the conversation turned to baser issues.
The boys in the band wanted to know just how much of the gossip about Dom was true. How far did his boy-kissing tendencies go? As usual Dom had given nothing away, revelling in the attention but preferring to keep his air of mystique about such matters, and as usual he had been happy to trade kisses, letting the band join the not so exclusive club of men he had kissed.
Evie had watched from the sidelines, amused as always and, as always, more than a little turned on by the sight of her boyfriend with his tongue firmly stuck down another man’s throat.
She had been so engrossed in the display that she hadn’t noticed Ana moving to stand beside her until she had spoken.
”How about you Evie? What’s your opinion on all this?”
Her reply of, “If Dom were really fucking all the guys he’s supposed to be, it would be a miracle that he had the energy to stand up let alone hold down an acting job”, had raised peals of laughter from all assembled, except her questioner who had just moved in closer and said: ”Actually I meant have you ever engaged in girl kissing?”
A thrill had shivered its way up her spine as she had turned to Ana and replied, “No. Not yet”.
”Would you like to try it?” was the next question. She had thought for a few seconds before looking up shyly at the beautiful woman standing before her and answering, “Yes please."
Ana had smiled then moved in closer, cupping her face in her hands and slowly pressing her lips to Evie’s in a chaste kiss before pulling away again and staring at her bandmates. Clearly a point was being made, anything you can do I can do too.
Evie had looked at Dom and realised that she wanted to make a point too, so, without further thought, she had pulled Ana back to her and brought their lips together again, this time with more passion. She had felt Ana’s tongue licking at her lips, demanding entrance to her mouth, so, closing her eyes and mentally taking a deep breath, she had opened up to the probing muscle and let it in.
The two women had kissed until the need for air had forced them apart and as they stared at each other they realised that their audience had gone silent. They had turned to see a line of men in various states of shock. Evie had looked at Dom and all she had been able to see on his face had been raw lust, his eyes darkened by desire, face flushed with arousal, a sly smile playing on his lips.
The spell had been broken when Jake had announced that he now knew why straight men thought lesbians were hot and everyone had laughed, returning to the party and forgetting about the show they had just witnessed.
Later Evie had seen Ana and Dom in deep conversation but had thought nothing of it until it was time for the cab ride home. As she had reached out to close the vehicles door a hand had caught hold of hers and Ana had slipped in to join them, smiling seductively at Evie as she did so. Pointing at Dom, she had said: “we thought we could continue the party in private”. Evie found herself sandwiched between Ana and Dom. Each one with a hand on her leg, small circles being rubbed by their thumbs as their hands moved slowly up to the point where her thighs met, causing the shivers to return to her spine and her breathing to become heavier as beside her Dom’s eyes once more darkened with desire.
Her remembrance of the events of the night was interrupted by the creaking of chairs having weight lifted from them and she heard the footsteps of Dom and Ana approaching her on opposite sides of the bed. As the mattress dipped on either side of her, she again involuntarily arched up off the bed, her lust outweighing the vague fear she felt at this new situation. She tensed; awaiting the first touch on her fevered skin but none came. Instead Dom kissed her passionately then licked a trail up the side of her face stopping at her ear, where he whispered, voice heavy with desire:
”You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can stop right now if you don’t feel comfortable.”
She paused for a moment, loving him all the more for giving her the chance to back down even though he clearly wanted nothing more than to continue. Then she spoke.
”Will you two stop asking if I’m ok and just fuck me already.”
Laughter filled the room and then Ana copied Dom’s action, kissing her with an almost brutal intensity before murmuring seductively in her ear:
”Oh little lady, I’m gonna make you come so hard that you forget all about this cute little English boy of yours and beg to run away with me.”
The mouth that promised such great things then began to move its way down her jaw line, nipping and licking its way towards her neck before coming to a halt and moving upward again stopping to whisper in her ear:
”Your boyfriend is wearing a cock ring. He doesn’t get to come until I say so and my motto is always: ladies first. When I’m done with you, I’m gonna tie him down and then we are gonna have our way with him.”
Evie moaned and, through the haze of her arousal, she heard Dom’s voice join hers and she smiled at the fun she and Ana could have with him.
”Ooh I think she likes that idea.” Ana’s voice had a playful tone but Evie didn’t dwell on it long as Dom and Ana began to work in unison on her body.
Two mouths working their way down her neck.
Two sets of lips kissing along her collar bone.
Hands joining in now as they reached her breasts, caressing and kneading her flesh whilst tongue and teeth played with her nipples. Her moans and sighs increased in volume as her desire grew, her legs once more coming together as she squirmed under the dual assault.
For a moment the sensation of hot mouths and playful fingers ceased and Evie pulled against her bonds, hands tugging at the silken scarves that held her in place as she tried desperately to reach out. Unable to free herself she began to grind her head against the pillow beneath in a vain attempt to dislodge the cloth that covered her eyes. Quickly she realised the futility of her actions and stilled, straining instead to hear what was going on in the now silent room. In the darkness behind the blindfold’s cover she heard wet kisses being exchanged and she moaned once more, wanting to see, to touch, to feel. To take part in the images her mind’s eye was creating.
A soft laugh from Dom told her that the pair’s attention was once more focused her way and she felt his weight shift. He leaned in, blocking what little light filtered through the black silk, kissing each of her bound hands in turn, slipping his tongue in between the soft material and her wrists, dampening the restraints so that when he moved away the silk felt cold against her heated flesh and goose bumps raised themselves on her arms.
He began to journey back down her body, teeth grazing skin as moved to join his companion. Reassuring her in a voice heavy with want: “Don’t worry love, we haven’t forgotten about you.”
Her captors moved their attentions lower, tongues darting in and around her navel. Hands stroking her sides, sensations flooding her mind as they slowly began to dip down towards the one part of her body that was screaming for attention but receiving none.
Just as she thought they were about to relieve some of the tension gathering between her thighs, the hands and mouths skipped past the centre of her arousal and began to work their way down her legs.
She cried out, desperate for something more than the oh-so-sweet torture that she was enduring, but all that did was raise more laughter from the two as they continued to work their way to her feet.
There, they stopped and again Evie was left hanging. Desperate once more she began to thrash about on the bed until two pairs of hands firmly grasped an ankle each and spread her legs wide apart, positioning her as she had been before they had joined her.
Dom broke the silence that had fallen on the room, his voice barely above a whisper as he struggled to contain the urge to just take her then and there: ”You look so fucking hot like this; I wish you could see yourself as I see you now.”
The strength of his passion ripped another moan from Evie’s throat and, as the hands and mouths began their gradual climb up the inside of her thighs, she lost all control. Moaning and crying out as they got closer and closer to the heat of her. Her cunt beyond wet now, dripping her arousal on to the sheets below. As the first mouth closed in on her clit, she screamed out unintelligible sounds, begging for release, cursing and crying demanding that they finish this game here and now.
A second tongue joined the first and the two duelled. Nibbling and licking at her bud. Their actions sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body. Building on the pressure inside her until she thought she could take no more. Her two tormentors separated: Dom moving up to once again focus on her breasts and Ana settling between her thighs, her tongue licking hot stripes from the pucker of her arse to the hot, wet interior of her cunt until it plunged inside.
Evie’s mind swam as she felt the muscle fucking her. Curling around inside her. Exploring and probing. Moving in time with the hand that rocked back and forth on her clit and the teeth, lips and tongue that were lavishing her nipples with attention up above.
One of Dom’s hands moved down to join the hungry mouth that was feasting on her and, as he pushed first one finger then another into her, she screamed again feeling her orgasm draw close. Ana’s mouth moved its attention back to her clit and she copied Dom’s example, pushing two of her own fingers deep into Evie’s cunt, stretching her deliciously open as the two of them finger-fucked her into oblivion.
Her voice failed her as her orgasm hit. Her mouth opened in a silent cry. Her body arching so far off the bed that Dom and Ana had to work hard to keep up with her. Their fingers and tongues forced every single bead of pleasure out of her until it felt like her whole body was on fire and she blacked out. Coming round to find herself untied and able to see again, her shackles dropped on the floor, she was enfolded in Dom’s arms as he dropped kisses upon her sweat-slicked brow and told her how much he loved her.
Ana was close on her other side, gently stroking her back, calming her as the aftershocks continued to shiver through her. As her breathing slowed and she felt herself return to some semblance of normality she looked into Dom’s face and with a wicked gleam in her eyes, she said:
”And now it’s your turn."