Guy & Rebecca: The Adventure Continues (Sequel to Night Falls) M-NC-17
~Guy & Rebecca: The Adventure Continues~
RATED M - NC-17
If you haven't read “Night Falls” (posted under fedoralady at DF, Stirred and LJ), it's best to read it before starting this little serial - that will properly introduce yourself to the character of Rebecca. Consider this an erotic sci-fi/fantasy/spy story/comedy . . . which I hope you will enjoy. No copyright infringement intended and no money earned. Comments always welcome!
~ Chapter 1~
*~*~*A cold December afternoon in modern-day London. But our hero and heroine are staying nice and warm . . .*~*~*
The 21st century was noisy, crowded and confusing, but it certainly had its perks, Sir Guy of Gisborne had decided.
The dark knight and his time-traveling succubus mate, Rebecca, were wallowing in the lap of luxury in the finest suite Claridge's of London had to offer.
Lolling between sheets of the finest Egyptian cotton, Rebecca had used the contraption called a telephone (“talking to people through thin air as if they were right beside you - imagine!” Guy had said with amazement) to order “room service.” Guy discovered that meant all sorts of wonderful drink and foodstuffs - things far more wonderful than found even at Nottingham Castle - got delivered right to their chamber.
“We hardly need get out of bed,” she said with a saucy wink.
She'd given the servant who'd brought the trays into their chamber some strange-looking pieces of paper and one of her enchanting dimpled smiles.
“I'll take it from here, dear fellow,” Rebecca said and waved him on his way.
Lifting a bottle from a bucket, she grinned at Guy. “The drink of the gods . . . and devils.” Sticking a metal device into the top of the bottle - Guy thought it looked a bit like one of Vasey's torture devices - Rebecca twisted it.
There was a loud pop and Guy reached instinctively for his weapon, then remembered Rebecca had told him he couldn't parade around 21st century London with a broadsword. “The CCTV cameras wouldn't know what to make of that, my darling,” she had told him with an impish face.
Rebecca laughed at his sheepish look and shook back her cascade of dark curls.
“Sorry, darling, I forgot to warn you about the cork. It's called champagne, Guy, this lovely fizzy drink, and you'll adore it,” she said, handing him a glass with the sparkling liquid within.
Guy took a cautious sip. His magnificent nose twitched a bit. He giggled. “It - tickles . . .”
He tipped back the glass and drank more. Rebecca watched longingly as he swallowed with that long, white column of throat. Guy smacked his lips.
“A bit like - drinking the stars, Rebecca . . . I like it.”
Her ripe red lips curved into an indulgent smile. “ I knew you would, my love. And now for some chocolate . . . .”
She held out a dark-coloured confection in her palm. “This is a truffle, hazelnut and chocolate, very rich and dark and delicious. Rather like you, my beautiful Guy . . .”
Guy bit into the truffle. It was unlike anything else he had ever tasted. ~Sweet and bitter and quite - sinful~
He chewed slowly, closing his eyes as he savoured the melange of flavours.
“I do so love watching you eat and drink, my darling Guy. Poetry in motion, that strong jaw, those delicately-shaped lips, that long and kissable column of throat,” Rebecca said, her scarlet-tipped fingers gently grazing her lover's masculine profile as she spoke.
“I must confess, Guy, I have often fancied coating you in liquid chocolate and then licking you from the soles of your elegant feet right up to that handsome head . . .” Rebecca's wide blue-violet eyes burned with desire as she ran the tip of her tongue over her full lips.
Guy flicked back a lock of his long witch-black hair and gave her a lop-sided grin. “Which handsome head would that be, Rebecca?”
She pressed a kiss to his beautiful throat as she slid her hand beneath his hotel robe to fondle his hardening cock.
“Oh, both of them, darling Guy, both of them, I assure you.”
She held up the flute of champagne. “Let's dip that lovely, big prick of yours in this for now - just long enough to make it really tasty - and we'll have my choccie dessert a la Guy later, darling.”
Guy opened his robe and knelt to allow his shaft to slide inside the champagne-filled flute.
~ It really does tickle~
Rebecca ran her warm tongue up and down his cock, before engulfing its head in her willing mouth, cupping his balls in her nimble fingers.
Guy groaned with pleasure.
~If I weren't dallying with a demoness from hell, I'd swear I'd died and gone to heaven~
He'd forgotten Rebecca could read his thoughts.
~Oh, darling Guy, this is only a small taste of the hedonistic delights of the modern world. Wait until I introduce you to the wonder of vibrators, my boy~
Guy gave a blissful sigh as he slid his fingers into Rebecca's tumbled raven curls.
“I think I'm going to like the 21st century . . .”
*~*~*~*
“So, my handsome black knight - are you ready to enjoy your first fashion show?” Rebecca asked, cuddling against Guy's broad chest in a post-coital snuggle.
Guy frowned. “You mean - women showing off their frocks?” He gestured toward the stack of glossy magazines. “Will they be as bony as those wenches I saw in your journals, Rebecca?”
He shook his dark head. “I can't say I much fancy watching a bunch of what look like underfed stable lads with that bizarre face paint and those ridiculous get-ups.”
Rebecca laughed and gave Guy's ear a playful nip. “Ah, but this is different, Guy. This will be London's very first Victoria's Secret Fashion Show.” She traced the outline of his aureoles with her fingertip.
“And Victoria's Secret is where I bought lots of my lovely undies, darling, over in America . . . these models, who are a bit more lush than your typical runway wenches, will be wearing lots of such pretty underthings with their high, high heels on their long, long legs and some will even sport angel's wings . . . I assure you, my gorgeous alpha male, you WILL enjoy it.”
Guy envisioned the very brief costumes his own lush Rebecca had worn during those late night visits to Nottingham - all that lace and ribbon and satin and blessedly, not much else - and felt himself harden again.
“Jesu - that sounds - very enjoyable indeed, Rebecca,” he breathed.
“Look at that silly grin on your face, Sir Guy of Gisborne,” she teased.
She glanced down at the duvet partially covering Guy's naked body and ran her tongue around her lips.
“I do believe you're getting excited all over again. What am I to do with you?”
Guy gazed into her wide eyes with total adoration and more than a little lust.
“Anything you want to do,” he rumbled and pulled her on top of him. He slid his fingers between her folds and grinned.
“You're still nice and wet for me . . .”
She gave that silvery laugh he loved so much. “Guy, darling, you keep me perpetually 'nice and wet.' It's a side-effect of having the most gorgeous and sexy man on the planet as your mate . . .”
Rebecca sat up on her knees and giving him a seductive smile, took him inside her warm, inviting walls once again.
Guy wrapped one hand around her small waist. With the other, he cupped one of her firm, ripe breasts. She moved rhythmically atop her black stallion, gazing down into that beautiful face, framed by his witch-black mane spread out on the pillows.
“I once thought you were going to fuck me to death, Rebecca.”
He grinned. “It wouldn't have been a bad way to go . . .”
Rebecca tossed back her raven curls and closed her eyes as she rode him. “Oh, but darling, this is why I couldn't bear the thought of killing you. I knew I'd never find such carnal delight with another mortal . . .”
She opened her eyes and looked into his own, gasping as Guy thrust hard up into her. She felt his finger seek out her swollen nub and tease it.
“I do know how to please you, don't I?”
He felt her walls clench him tightly as she sped up her movement astride him, enjoying the sensation of his huge, juicy cock inside her, the touch of those broad and beautiful hands on her pale, soft flesh.
“Like no other human . . .” Rebecca panted. “My true mate.”
Guy came with a guttural cry mingled with his demon lover's moans of pleasure.
~Jesu - could it possibly be any better than with Rebecca?~
“My darling Guy . . . how I am going to enjoy being the envy of every woman - and not a few men - with you at my side tonight,” she murmured in his ear as she rolled to his side.
“I know how fond you are of leather, so - there is a wonderfully snug pair of buttery soft trousers - black, of course - in the wardrobe. With a zipper for faster access,” Rebecca cooed.
“And a long-sleeved T-shirt of the finest black silk- rather like your tunics of old - to hug that magnificent torso, and a lovely leather jacket, too.”
She pressed a kiss to his throat. “And since it is cold outside, fur-lined black leather gloves and a long, soft scarf of cashmere to protect that lovely, swan-like neck from the chill . . .”
Guy smirked as he envisioned himself. “Sounds like it should suit me,” he drawled.
He flicked back his mane and propped on one elbow. “And what will my dark lady be wearing?”
“My best lynx coat - I do so love pissing off those idiot PETA people - I'll explain later, darling - and spike-heeled knee boots . . .”
She gave him a distinctly saucy grin. “I'll let the rest be a surprise.”
As she shared another deep, lingering kiss with Guy,
Rebecca threw up that shield that prevented him from possibly reading her thoughts.
She certainly didn't want to overwhelm her gorgeous knight so early in their journeys together.
~Only one of the surprises you'll get tonight, Guy. I do wonder what Captain Jack will think of you?~
She smiled to herself as she snuggled against Guy.
~ Captain Jack and his intergalactic shags. Oh, yes, I think he will like my dark knight quite a lot . . .~
RATED M - NC-17
If you haven't read “Night Falls” (posted under fedoralady at DF, Stirred and LJ), it's best to read it before starting this little serial - that will properly introduce yourself to the character of Rebecca. Consider this an erotic sci-fi/fantasy/spy story/comedy . . . which I hope you will enjoy. No copyright infringement intended and no money earned. Comments always welcome!
~ Chapter 1~
*~*~*A cold December afternoon in modern-day London. But our hero and heroine are staying nice and warm . . .*~*~*
The 21st century was noisy, crowded and confusing, but it certainly had its perks, Sir Guy of Gisborne had decided.
The dark knight and his time-traveling succubus mate, Rebecca, were wallowing in the lap of luxury in the finest suite Claridge's of London had to offer.
Lolling between sheets of the finest Egyptian cotton, Rebecca had used the contraption called a telephone (“talking to people through thin air as if they were right beside you - imagine!” Guy had said with amazement) to order “room service.” Guy discovered that meant all sorts of wonderful drink and foodstuffs - things far more wonderful than found even at Nottingham Castle - got delivered right to their chamber.
“We hardly need get out of bed,” she said with a saucy wink.
She'd given the servant who'd brought the trays into their chamber some strange-looking pieces of paper and one of her enchanting dimpled smiles.
“I'll take it from here, dear fellow,” Rebecca said and waved him on his way.
Lifting a bottle from a bucket, she grinned at Guy. “The drink of the gods . . . and devils.” Sticking a metal device into the top of the bottle - Guy thought it looked a bit like one of Vasey's torture devices - Rebecca twisted it.
There was a loud pop and Guy reached instinctively for his weapon, then remembered Rebecca had told him he couldn't parade around 21st century London with a broadsword. “The CCTV cameras wouldn't know what to make of that, my darling,” she had told him with an impish face.
Rebecca laughed at his sheepish look and shook back her cascade of dark curls.
“Sorry, darling, I forgot to warn you about the cork. It's called champagne, Guy, this lovely fizzy drink, and you'll adore it,” she said, handing him a glass with the sparkling liquid within.
Guy took a cautious sip. His magnificent nose twitched a bit. He giggled. “It - tickles . . .”
He tipped back the glass and drank more. Rebecca watched longingly as he swallowed with that long, white column of throat. Guy smacked his lips.
“A bit like - drinking the stars, Rebecca . . . I like it.”
Her ripe red lips curved into an indulgent smile. “ I knew you would, my love. And now for some chocolate . . . .”
She held out a dark-coloured confection in her palm. “This is a truffle, hazelnut and chocolate, very rich and dark and delicious. Rather like you, my beautiful Guy . . .”
Guy bit into the truffle. It was unlike anything else he had ever tasted. ~Sweet and bitter and quite - sinful~
He chewed slowly, closing his eyes as he savoured the melange of flavours.
“I do so love watching you eat and drink, my darling Guy. Poetry in motion, that strong jaw, those delicately-shaped lips, that long and kissable column of throat,” Rebecca said, her scarlet-tipped fingers gently grazing her lover's masculine profile as she spoke.
“I must confess, Guy, I have often fancied coating you in liquid chocolate and then licking you from the soles of your elegant feet right up to that handsome head . . .” Rebecca's wide blue-violet eyes burned with desire as she ran the tip of her tongue over her full lips.
Guy flicked back a lock of his long witch-black hair and gave her a lop-sided grin. “Which handsome head would that be, Rebecca?”
She pressed a kiss to his beautiful throat as she slid her hand beneath his hotel robe to fondle his hardening cock.
“Oh, both of them, darling Guy, both of them, I assure you.”
She held up the flute of champagne. “Let's dip that lovely, big prick of yours in this for now - just long enough to make it really tasty - and we'll have my choccie dessert a la Guy later, darling.”
Guy opened his robe and knelt to allow his shaft to slide inside the champagne-filled flute.
~ It really does tickle~
Rebecca ran her warm tongue up and down his cock, before engulfing its head in her willing mouth, cupping his balls in her nimble fingers.
Guy groaned with pleasure.
~If I weren't dallying with a demoness from hell, I'd swear I'd died and gone to heaven~
He'd forgotten Rebecca could read his thoughts.
~Oh, darling Guy, this is only a small taste of the hedonistic delights of the modern world. Wait until I introduce you to the wonder of vibrators, my boy~
Guy gave a blissful sigh as he slid his fingers into Rebecca's tumbled raven curls.
“I think I'm going to like the 21st century . . .”
*~*~*~*
“So, my handsome black knight - are you ready to enjoy your first fashion show?” Rebecca asked, cuddling against Guy's broad chest in a post-coital snuggle.
Guy frowned. “You mean - women showing off their frocks?” He gestured toward the stack of glossy magazines. “Will they be as bony as those wenches I saw in your journals, Rebecca?”
He shook his dark head. “I can't say I much fancy watching a bunch of what look like underfed stable lads with that bizarre face paint and those ridiculous get-ups.”
Rebecca laughed and gave Guy's ear a playful nip. “Ah, but this is different, Guy. This will be London's very first Victoria's Secret Fashion Show.” She traced the outline of his aureoles with her fingertip.
“And Victoria's Secret is where I bought lots of my lovely undies, darling, over in America . . . these models, who are a bit more lush than your typical runway wenches, will be wearing lots of such pretty underthings with their high, high heels on their long, long legs and some will even sport angel's wings . . . I assure you, my gorgeous alpha male, you WILL enjoy it.”
Guy envisioned the very brief costumes his own lush Rebecca had worn during those late night visits to Nottingham - all that lace and ribbon and satin and blessedly, not much else - and felt himself harden again.
“Jesu - that sounds - very enjoyable indeed, Rebecca,” he breathed.
“Look at that silly grin on your face, Sir Guy of Gisborne,” she teased.
She glanced down at the duvet partially covering Guy's naked body and ran her tongue around her lips.
“I do believe you're getting excited all over again. What am I to do with you?”
Guy gazed into her wide eyes with total adoration and more than a little lust.
“Anything you want to do,” he rumbled and pulled her on top of him. He slid his fingers between her folds and grinned.
“You're still nice and wet for me . . .”
She gave that silvery laugh he loved so much. “Guy, darling, you keep me perpetually 'nice and wet.' It's a side-effect of having the most gorgeous and sexy man on the planet as your mate . . .”
Rebecca sat up on her knees and giving him a seductive smile, took him inside her warm, inviting walls once again.
Guy wrapped one hand around her small waist. With the other, he cupped one of her firm, ripe breasts. She moved rhythmically atop her black stallion, gazing down into that beautiful face, framed by his witch-black mane spread out on the pillows.
“I once thought you were going to fuck me to death, Rebecca.”
He grinned. “It wouldn't have been a bad way to go . . .”
Rebecca tossed back her raven curls and closed her eyes as she rode him. “Oh, but darling, this is why I couldn't bear the thought of killing you. I knew I'd never find such carnal delight with another mortal . . .”
She opened her eyes and looked into his own, gasping as Guy thrust hard up into her. She felt his finger seek out her swollen nub and tease it.
“I do know how to please you, don't I?”
He felt her walls clench him tightly as she sped up her movement astride him, enjoying the sensation of his huge, juicy cock inside her, the touch of those broad and beautiful hands on her pale, soft flesh.
“Like no other human . . .” Rebecca panted. “My true mate.”
Guy came with a guttural cry mingled with his demon lover's moans of pleasure.
~Jesu - could it possibly be any better than with Rebecca?~
“My darling Guy . . . how I am going to enjoy being the envy of every woman - and not a few men - with you at my side tonight,” she murmured in his ear as she rolled to his side.
“I know how fond you are of leather, so - there is a wonderfully snug pair of buttery soft trousers - black, of course - in the wardrobe. With a zipper for faster access,” Rebecca cooed.
“And a long-sleeved T-shirt of the finest black silk- rather like your tunics of old - to hug that magnificent torso, and a lovely leather jacket, too.”
She pressed a kiss to his throat. “And since it is cold outside, fur-lined black leather gloves and a long, soft scarf of cashmere to protect that lovely, swan-like neck from the chill . . .”
Guy smirked as he envisioned himself. “Sounds like it should suit me,” he drawled.
He flicked back his mane and propped on one elbow. “And what will my dark lady be wearing?”
“My best lynx coat - I do so love pissing off those idiot PETA people - I'll explain later, darling - and spike-heeled knee boots . . .”
She gave him a distinctly saucy grin. “I'll let the rest be a surprise.”
As she shared another deep, lingering kiss with Guy,
Rebecca threw up that shield that prevented him from possibly reading her thoughts.
She certainly didn't want to overwhelm her gorgeous knight so early in their journeys together.
~Only one of the surprises you'll get tonight, Guy. I do wonder what Captain Jack will think of you?~
She smiled to herself as she snuggled against Guy.
~ Captain Jack and his intergalactic shags. Oh, yes, I think he will like my dark knight quite a lot . . .~