Shattered Picasso (CC/MM/ADULT) Complete 03/19/07

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Shattered Picasso (CC/MM/ADULT) Complete 03/19/07

Post by suicide_eagle_rath » Thu Feb 01, 2007 10:40 am

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Title: Shattered Picasso

Author: suicide_eagle_rath

Rating: ADULT… SMUT

Pairing: Michael/ Maria

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, WB and UPN. They are not mine and no infringement intended.

Summary:. Michael and Maria enjoy the reflections of love as they steal some time to themselves

Warning: Do not expect Shakespeare here ….ONLY SMUT … no real plot... smuttly language...lol...… DO NOT READ IF UNDER 18

Series: Part of the 14 Days of Fire Series for St Valentines Day 2007 done for originally for Roswell Heaven

Auhtor Note: This scene is originally from the book Gone But Not Forgotten: Book One of the Chronicles of Antar but has been altered in several areas.

1 ) Shattered Picasso
2 ) Motorcycle Fantasy
3 ) Gift from a Friend
4 ) Ancient Roses
5 ) Chocolate: OH MY
6 ) Voyeurism
7 ) Halcyon Memories
8 ) Scarlet Woman
9 ) Puppet Mind
10) Jealously Explodes
11 ) The Bond
12 ) Triptych
13 ) Love Comes Hard
14 ) Desert Fantasy
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Post by suicide_eagle_rath » Thu Feb 01, 2007 10:44 am

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Shattered Picasso
14 Days of Fire: An Erotic Series


14 Separate Erotic Scenes One Per Day To Fire Your Passion
From Feb. 1-14

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Silently the brass elevator doors opened, erotic rhythms tempt the couple inwards, to enter the inner to enter the inner sanctum where highly polished walls reflected their desire one for the other. The door slid shut behind them, alone, for the first time in many a day, alone on a public elevator heading for the 11th floor and a weekend devoted to nothing but sinful pleasures of the flesh.

The couple embraced, closed the gap of space, Michael put his hands around her waist, pulling her against him tightly, feeling her heart beat against his chest. Maria stood on her tiptoes as she wrapped her arms around his neck, their bodies pressed tight together. They began a slow dance, their hips gyrated grinding in time to the erotic beat of the music permeated their beings, filling the air with arousal and lust filled actions.

Michael’s kisses were filled with a consuming passion, a passion that had Maria instantly mindful of the heat rising from her center as he ground his body more urgently against hers. His mouth was hungry, and when she parted her lips, his tongue penetrated her in a sinful, lustful, pornographic imitation of the sexual act to come. That sexual, carnal act was reflected on the walls around them, amplifying the action, the desire, the craving for sexual completion resulting in a mind-blowing organism. It had been a long time the two lovers had time like this to themselves, a time well over due.

Before the two could consummate their love, the elevator stopped. A simple cough interjected from an outside force was all that was needed as the lovers were forced to break their embrace. Slightly embarrassed they existed pass the elderly gentleman who smiled at catching the two in such an intimate embrace.

Following the maze of corridors to their room, Michael threw open the door and in one fell swoop gathered Maria in his arms as he carried her over the threshold. She was taken a back by such gallantry; Michael seemed so much different lately, more in control, confident, sure of his actions and self-worth. His powers had come into play, they were one with him, perfected in the recent months, it took only a thought, a mere fraction of a second in his mind to close the door, slamming in a little hard and locking in securely.

The room was elegant; Maria gasped at the incredible sight, plush furnishing, curtains, and even Persian carpets. She could not wait to see the bathroom, it had to be done in marble, glass and gold. While Maria drank in the sights around her, Michael had his eye on one sight in particular, the king-size bed, where he plopped her into the middle of it.

There was a savagery in Michael’s touch, a need, as if he was afraid that she might disappear before his eyes. He turned them on their sides, facing each other as he looked deep in her eyes, as if he was checking to see if she was still there, still his is some odd fashion. Bringing her close he glided his hand over the back of her white dress, under the fabric until he reached her ass, where he squeezed her cheeks tightly, possessively, as if to mark his property.

Michael slowly slid her panties down; the wetness was evident as he inhaled her sex, wanting her more than he ever imagined. His fingers found the gathered waistband of her skirt as he slowly, sensuously, brought it down over her thighs and legs, finally tossing it onto the floor. Maria shuddered as the cold air of the room blew across the naked creamy skin creating instant goose bumps.

She felt his fingers meander up and down her smooth skin, as if they were marching back and forth along the small of her back, teasing, massaging the muscle tone just below the surface. Then one finger slipped down the tender silken crack where it circled her anus teasing the opening.

Maria gasped at the touch, but Michael didn’t give her time to think, to act, to say yes or no, he was all over her, bearing down on her, his needs were as furious as his actions. He was overpowering her emotions, her senses; drowning her in a waterfall of lust. She felt him poised on the edge of some terrible violence, and for a brief second of time Maria was afraid to move that she might set him off.

With considerable restraint, Michael slowed the pace a little; his kisses became tender, trembling with suppressed hunger. He lavished her throat making way to her lips were he claimed them once again. He pushed her gently into the mattresses, covering her body with caresses, with his lips and hands.

However, something deep inside Michael had stirred, surfaced, replacing him, slyly melding with him. This new being, a composite of the old Rath still inside him and the human Michael knew it was time to take Maria as his own, to claim her as a warrior claims a trophy.

"I'm going to fuck you, Maria," he whispered hotly a he close din on her ear. "I'm going to fuck you so deep, so long, you will come over and over again.”

He scanned her body slowly removing her blouse and bra, his eyes roamed up and down, confirming what he already knew. His eyes met hers again, they were deep in color, dark mysterious. Maria took a deep breath, her heart skipped a beat as she saw him change, a new expression washed across his face, a look of hunger, feral desire; an alien presence surfacing.

With a movement of his hands, he stripped the clothes from his body as he felt his hot skin touch her cool flesh. She marveled at this ability as she ran her fingertips along his hard muscles, enjoying the texture, the firmness, and the tone he had achieved recently in weight training.

Michael smiled down at her, as he ran his hands up and Michael palmed her breasts moving his head down to circle the tips sucking them into his mouth. Maria arched into him, moaning loudly, lost in the sensation, letting lose all her emotions into the forthcoming act, when suddenly he flipped her over.

The sudden change in position, surprised Maria, causing her perception to be out of whack for a second. She tired to focus on the scene in front and to the sides of her of her, it was fragmented, abstract, challenging her senses and brain to formulate a clear image of the wall that now faced her. From floor to ceiling as far as the wall stretched, there were mirrors; large, small, fractured, angular, concave, round, shards, beveled, convex, in all manners and forms. Each individual piece of glass was part of an enormous canvas with her and Michael representing the paint, a Picasso in living tones of flesh.

Their bodies appeared in hundreds of fragments of glass, as Maria looked from one fragment to the next, each reflection same as the last; an exotic, cubist puzzle. There were a thousand lust filled eyes, a thousand straining hard blood-filled cocks, a thousand wet pussies, a thousand lips; all waiting for the artist to pick up the paintbrush to create the long swift stokes that will enable his canvas to come to life.

Maria’s eyes grew large as she focused on one single image, herself; she was mesmerized with the sight. Turning her head, she scanned the wall, where she saw from mirror to mirror the same image; her green dusted eyes drinking in the vision. Before her there was a brazen young woman whose long blond hair flowed downwards making circles on the bed. Her arms quavering to hold her chest off the bed while her breasts hung down like two elongated cones while a sleek ivory back arched high in the air ending in a down sweep to the rounded ass checks displayed so prominently in the glass. Maria took a deep breath as she took a good look before placing her head down, there she was, ass in the air, legs spread wide apart, and a very wicked looking Michael behind her.

Maria had become a voyeur watching her own erotic pornographic movie in the mirror. Michael positioned himself behind her ruining his hand up and down her back, gently pressing her shoulders down to rest. Her cheek, flushed and hot, felt the coolness of the comforter as Michael retreated backwards, his hands drifting across the skin dipping down the crevice of her spine as his thumbs closed in on her cheeks, parting them.

She closed her eyes as she relished in the feeling of the one finger slipping up and down the crack then dipping under towards her internal core that was on fire, her own fluid only added to the blaze, not quenching it. Catching some of the fluid, the finger returned slipping easily now up and down the crevice before sliding back under for more fluid. Coming back his finger circled her anus, once again letting a finger slid barely in as Maria gasped at the intrusion; her eyes flew open at the new sensation. There was no pain only a feeling of exhilaration, wanton wild feeling that Michael was causing. Maria could not ascertain if it was alien produced high or her own libido.

Michael was unable to tear his eyes away from the vision in front of him, the small rose-colored circle, stretched to receive his finger. Maria thrusted her hips backward pushing more of his slender long finger inward before he was able to remove it, only to return with another as she moaned in ecstasy.

Maria’s breath was as irregular as her heartbeat, she picked up her head to look once again into the mirrors, the sight was erotic, they made a wicked couple she thought: her wantonness and his libidinous nature.

Finally he removed his finger, he lifted her ass higher, forcing her head back down onto the bed. The night had only started as he lowered himself until he was eye level with the pink lips, glistening in the light. “Oh! Fuck” he gasped, knowing he could enter swiftly the wet entrance. He took a deep gulp as he got into control, despite his cock groaning to be let in.

Michael leaned forward taking a swipe with his tongue against the pouty lips concealing her heat. “Oh! Oh!” Maria moaned as he drew his tongue back and forth against the outer lips, teasing her, until with a small motion, a simple flick of his tongue, he parted the lips seeking the entrance. He drove his tongue in, as she shuddered and moaned loudly at the delicious intrusion. Michael’s fingers slid between her lips as he began a rhythm, as his tongue withdrew to seek out her secret hidden bud of her clitoris, his touch almost too much for her to bear as he kept up the torture.

Stealing another look into the mirror Maria saw Michael rise up behind her, his face glistening with her scent, he licked his lips as he watched her in the mirror, an evil grin shone on his face. His fingers were still inside her her, steady in their rhythm, deep, penetrating. The combination of physical, emotional, and visual sensory assaults upon her were causing a raw, primal, a magical force to awaken inside her.

Their eyes met reflecting want, desire, rich in carnal lust; Maria could see the urgency in his stare and that realization drew her even further on, when Michael whispered to the mirrors,

“Tell me. Do you like this? Them watching us. Me watching you? I want you to watch to see my cock in your pussy, to feel my desire and love for you. Do you see it?”

“Yes,” screamed Maria, her legs and arms were trembling, the pressure was mounting. She arched her back as Michael keep the rhythm slowly increasing the speed as the sexual urge grew exponentially, the women in the mirrors felt the same, as the thousand fingers worked their magic in and out of the multitude of enflamed centers. This had to be debauchery at its best.

Maria spread her thighs a little more, bringing her knees up as she lifted herself up higher on her forearms in order to she glance over her shoulder at him. "Do it!" she heard herself cry out. "Fuck me!" Maria was on fire for him, the aching between her legs multiplied by the second; she wanted his hardness inside her, she wanted to feel his fierce strength burn her soul, she wanted to be consumed by him.

Michael only response was a deep animalistic growl as his fingers receded and his hands grabbed the crest of her hipbones to push forward sheathing himself in her in one swift movement.

"Oh!" her breath expelled at his onslaught. “Fuck,” she cried out as her muscles fought to stretch, envelop him within her. "Oh God!" Michael stilled for a minute, waiting for Maria to start moving her hips, then signal that she was okay and ready.

Once again Maria was drawn to the mirrors, the lovers all around her, were reaching out to her, bringing her into their madness, as Michael’s cock throbbed inside her. All the women were desperate for sex, wanting to feel the cock inside them pulsate and plunge into them, releasing that orgasm satisfying to a woman’s soul, a physical need each one required in their lives.

She pushed slightly back and that was all it took as he withdrew only to renter. Maria strained her neck where she saw a sight that astounded her: his cock as it departed from her lips. The large shaft glistening in the light, veins throbbing, pulled out until the purple head just kissed her lips.

“Oh my God,” Maria breathed in deeply as she watched the monster reenter her, the mirrors reflecting what she was feeling as inch by inch he slid in. She watched the orgy in front of her, the ultimate porn sigh in which she was the star, the center of the fuck. Maria trembled and moaned, with anticipation as she watched the other women do the same. The moans became louder, voices echoing back to her, voices she did not recognize. She closed her eyes feeling his cock gliding in and out; she was in pure bliss.

Michael tightened his grip on her hips and pulled her all the way back, then without warning he propelled forward again impaling her on his cock. Maria felt him throbbing inside her as he pulled out again until just the tip was barely in and then slid back in, he repeated this motion but the distance grew shorter as he delved to stay in deep. His eyes glazed over, his breath short and rapid, lips parted as he drew in air.

"Yes. Fuck yes.” Michael was panting, “so good, so fuc…," his voice trailed off, as he concentrated on the sensation, his cock was burning.

Michael was fucking her like a possession; she belonged to him, she had no purpose other than to serve him. He pumped in a silent rhythm as witness by the eyes staring back at them. Each woman had a smile of contentment; each man had a sinful grin. Michael balls were low, filled, holding back, as they slapped against her filling the air with primal sex songs.

Maria reopened her eyes, leveling them back to the mirrored wall where she could see Michael on his knees, his hands tightly holding her hips as she knelt before him, subjecting herself to his needs, her needs, the needs of a thousand reflections.

Maria clawed the satin bedspread, her shoulders dropped lower as her check rested on the burgundy fabric, letting him dominate her, take her like a some wanton streetwalker. Her hips took on their own life as she crashed hard into Michael grinding against him, feeling the flame inside her mount as the fire broke the barrier, bursting forth to spread throughout her body. She had to quench that fire, to drown it in his sperm, to make him hers and hers alone. Her body deemed it imperative that she hit that pinnacle, as her being focused on the completion of the act, that desperate need to feel release.

“Oh God,” Maria felt wild, her mind drew on a fantasy where she was the perfect Reno porno star performing for her audience of one times a thousand. The figures in the mirrors all smiled groaned approval as they fucked with her, matching her motions, her direction, her speed, her needs, her wants.

"Fuck me harder!" Maria yelled. “Yes! Yes! Michael! Yes!”

Maria looked again to the mirrors, the vision was cloudy, fogged with sex, yet she desired to see Michael’s face caught in the moment of rapture. He was in deep concentration, she could tell he was enjoying the act as much as she was. Finally he opened his eyes to drink in her body, as he scanned he saw her, their eyes meet as Maria saw alien eyes stared back at her. She screamed out as she shut her eyes tight, sure, that she was delusional from the heightened sexual sensitivity.

Michael was lost, the new being inside him, that strong powerful warrior of the past, took hold of his body and brought Maria into his possession with lust, desire, and passion. Maria screamed out again as her wall quivered and grabbed his cock in a tight vise grip, her body skating, the muscles contracting causing spasms in her legs and back. Finally Maria shuddered and climaxed falling like a limp a rag doll.

Michael was far from done he pulled out and flipped her over effortlessly. He straddled her thigh, his hand at her mound as he leaned over her. “You are mine,” he growled into her ear. “You will wear my sign to warn any who dare to take what belongs to me, a warrior.”

Maria felt his hand on the bare skin, a sharp burn, but a brief second before it subsided. Maria was sure she had gone over the edge; she was feeling and hearing things that could not be happening.

Michael then entered her again in one smooth move of his hips, as he started his pace once again.

”Can you feel it Maria?” he moaned into her mouth. “Can you feel my cock?” He didn’t stop the rhythm between her legs. “Make me come baby.” Michael growled out as he sped up; his cock was like a piston, hard and fast. “Can you do it? Make me come?”

Maria melted into him as the raw passion consumed her; she could do nothing but give herself over to him once again. She felt her heart leave her body as she raised her ass further, her legs rested on his shoulders, her hips responded in sync to his thrusts and hands. He did not let up, faster and faster; his cock had become a steel shaft growing larger with each thrust inside her.

Explosion, that was the only way to describe it as Maria climaxed again with a thoroughness that she has never felt before; it was as if her entire being was washed in brilliant white light. She looked deep into Michael’s eyes, those eyes she knew, brown whiskey eyes of her lover, and now her husband.

Their union was completed as she felt him fill her, again and again, his seed burned her inside, marking her, changing her, creating her for himself, to be his forever. Maria found herself following him into the darkness and for the first time into the dream plain.

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Post by suicide_eagle_rath » Mon Mar 19, 2007 8:55 am

The Entire Series is finished and linked

Hoped everyone liked this little “Fire” series for the "Romantic Month of Love"

1 ) Shattered Picasso
2 ) Motorcycle Fantasy
3 ) Gift from a Friend
4 ) Ancient Roses
5 ) Chocolate: OH MY
6 ) Voyeurism
7 ) Halcyon Memories
8 ) Scarlet Woman
9 ) Puppet Mind
10) Jealously Explodes
11 ) The Bond
12 ) Triptych
13 ) Love Comes Hard
14 ) Desert Fantasy

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