Your angel or your devil update

It took the better part of an hour for Quentin to pack his jeep with the necessities, perhaps putting the lie to them being necessities, but he didn’t want anything to disturb his writing once he got there. For weeks, he’d been looking for a nice cabin in the woods, or maybe the mountains, or the beach where he could get back to nature, focus on writing, and decompress from city life, much as he generally liked it. Not to mention it being close enough to the city for Alex to pay a visit, when her work allowed. It’d seemed like a miracle when a rental cabin had finally popped up, newly refurbished and just in his price range.

The drive was pleasant, leisurely to the point where its several miles went by almost before he knew it. Most of the road was freeway, the rest was light on traffic. As he made the turnoff, Quentin found the scenery pretty enough that he wouldn’t have minded being stuck in traffic. Clear skies, green forests—Quentin found himself turning the radio off so he could hum to himself.

The cabin at Blue Bay wasn’t exactly on the beach. It was perched on top of a hill that led down, along with a babbling brook, to the ocean, which it met in a series of rocky shoals. The whole place smelled of ocean salt and the crash of waves on the rocks was constant. The cabin itself was made of roughhewn planks marked by the salt in the air, roof shingles sagging, and a half-dead tree leaned against the patio, its leaves scattered about around the welcome mat. Quentin couldn’t have cared less. The next door neighbor was a quarter of a mile away. There were no kids, no lawnmowers, no street work. Just the clicking of his keyboard as he filled up his blazing white monitor with black words.

He parked next to the 1959 Cadillac Eldorado Biarritz 390 V8 in what passed for a driveway, a spread of gravel next to the porch. He assumed it was the owner’s car; she had said would be fixing up the last details of the place while he was on the way. Since the stone chimney was sending winding snakes of smoke up into the air, Quentin guessed she was inside, putting the finishing touches on the place. Quentin felt a rush of excitement as he walked up the heavy plank steps to the door and knocked on it. He heard the padding of feet inside, the rustic sound of floorboards shifting with someone’s weight, and then the door opened. Madison Lee stood there, holding it open for him by the knob, her other hand grasping a fresh martini.

“Quentin!” she greeted him cheerily. “Right on time! This is for you.”

She handed him the martini glass and Quentin numbly took it, mostly stunned by her beauty. He had heard her voice over the phone and she’d spoken with the confidence of an attractive woman, a husky, sensual voice that turned every sentence into a promise, but seeing her in the flesh blew that away. She wore bright orange shorts, so tight that he could see how her thighs were toned with muscle. Underneath them, her legs were long and statuesque, bronzed with a tan, as was her belly, toned abs evident up to her orange halter, which barely concealed her breasts. They were full and proud, pressing out with fat nipples against the halter, seeming to draw the tiny garment up almost to the underside of her cleavage. Her hair was long and silky, flowing around her striking, sharp-angled face. Cutting green eyes within long eyelashes and strong eyebrows.

“Come on in,” she said with a smile, moving aside with a cat’s languid grace. “I was just getting a little sun while I waited for you to get here. There’s a skylight that is just perfect for tanning no matter how the weather gets outside.” She noticed his hesitation, then laughed and reached out to jostle his drink, forcing him to tighten his grip on it before it could spill. “Drink up, Quentin. And don’t be scared. I won’t bite.”

Yet, she added silently, thinking of how fitting it was that the universe had given her the means to destroy the Angels—and doing it would be so much fun.

***

Dylan didn’t waste time. As much as she wanted to savor Natalie’s body, she’d savor in a hurry. She picked the tall blonde up and seated her on the bathroom counter, where she pulled her clothes off, stroking her supple body as she did it. Natalie’s skin was a dream, warm and soft, and the delicate perfume unleashed without her clothes in the way made Dylan’s head reel—as if Natalie’s bare flesh wasn’t doing that already.

Once Natalie was nude, Dylan stepped back and undress herself. She did it slow and deliberately—not because she wasn’t in a rush, but because it was the only way she could do it with her hands shaking. Natalie’s eyes caressed every part of Dylan’s body that was revealed.

“I want to feel your tongue in my cunt,” Dylan said softly. She beckoned to Natalie. “Come on. Gimme, gimme, gimme.”

“I’m thinking about it,” Natalie teased, cupping Dylan’s full breasts in her hands. She squeezed them, molded them with her hands—laughed when she thumbed the stiff nipples and Dylan gasped. “You’re sensitive, huh?”

She tweaked Dylan’s engorged nipples a second time, harder now, and Dylan’s legs almost gave out.

“Fuck me now,” Dylan whispered. She knew she had a reputation for being a hard-charging take-charge kinda chick, but the people she ended up with in bed always seemed to become the leader. Maybe that was why she ended up in bed with them.

Natalie laid Dylan down in the porcelain bathtub and lowered her body on top of hers, pressing their breasts together. The sensation rolled through Dylan’s body, pooling in her loins, a growing ball of pressure that swelled larger and larger as it went deeper and deeper. They kissed softly at first, then with more passion. Their hands roamed freely, exploring each other’s curves, caressing where they were most sensitive. Dylan breathed harder, feeling a flame burn bright inside her cunt.

Sensing Dylan’s growing passion, Natalie kissed her lips one more time, then worked her way down Dylan’s athletic body. She sucked gently on her left nipple, then her right, and when she left Dylan’s breasts the redhead could barely breathe. Next she ran her lips down Dylan’s body, her sharp fingernails following her down, trailing over Dylan’s tender skin and leaving it vibrating where she’d touched. Finally, her face was at Dylan’s groin.

“I love the smell of your pussy,” Natalie said, thrusting Dylan’s legs to either side so they hung off the rim of the tub. Then she buried her mouth in Dylan’s luscious pubic hair. “I love how it tastes, too.”

She flicked her tongue along Dylan’s slick lips, then inside, tasting the juices making her cunt so fragrant. Her tongue caressed Dylan’s folds softly at first, tantalizing her, tormenting her, making her want more and more, then giving it to her with her tongue thrust as far into Dylan’s sex as it could go.

“Jesus Christ!” Dylan exhaled, her hips thrusting back to Natalie’s knowing tongue. “That feels so good! That feels fucking perfect!”

Natalie continued her oral exploration, swishing the tip of her tongue up Dylan’s slit, across her sensitive clit. The redhead screamed, thrusting her hands into Natalie’s golden hair, while her lover took Dylan’s hips in her hands, pulling them close together. She plunged her tongue into Dylan’s sex faster, harder, tasting more of her juices.

For Dylan, the room swirled around her, her pussy throbbing with anticipation, her climax mounting inside her like a furnace set to grow hotter and hotter. “Please… don’t… staaap…” She couldn’t finish her sentence, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wave, flooding her body with an astonishing burst of feeling.

“OOOHHHH!” Dylan cried, thrashing against the confines of the bathtub. Her thighs gripped Natalie’s head, holding her tight against her spasming pussy. Natalie kept stroking Dylan’s clit, making her feel like she was at the peak of a mountain and still jumping up and down. “Fuck me! That feels—GGHH—it’s so deep in my cunt!”

Finally, the mountain shrunk underneath her; Dylan’s body relaxed, moaning softly while her sensation dwindled away from unbearable intensity. Natalie kissed her sex one last time, relishing the last ecstatic charge that went through it, then she raised her head with a typically beaming smile. Dylan could feel it with her eyes closed. She slumped back against her end of the bath, head lolling over the side. She looked unconscious.

Natalie crawled over her until she was nose to nose with the other woman. “Did I give you a heart attack?”

Dylan forced her eyes open. “Not yet… but you made me feel out of shape for the first time this decade.” She wrapped her arms around Natalie, pulling her close, enjoying the welcoming warmth of her lean body. “And now it’s my turn to get even.”

Natalie giggled and let Dylan flip them over. “You’re welcome to try! But I haven’t been out of shape since I learned to walk!”

“That’s what’s sexy about you. Your confidence.”

Coiling her long legs, Natalie thrust Dylan to the other end of the tub with a disapproving scowl. “I thought it was my ass!” She flew up over Dylan, straddling her face, and her cunt floated invitingly above Dylan’s open mouth.

“C’mon, let me have it,” Dylan said breathlessly. “I wanna taste you. I wanna taste you coming.”

“I don’t know how you keep your figure with such a big appetite,” Natalie tsked, and lowered herself down onto Dylan’s tongue, shivering as it ran over her mons to get to her clit.

Dylan wasted no time in concentrating her efforts on the little bundle of nerves, stroking it every other second, barely taking any time to run her tongue over the rest of Natalie’s outer lips. She loved tickling the blonde’s clit, making her writhe above her. Grasping Natalie’s slender hips, Dylan grabbed her clitoris in her lips and suckled it, barely holding back in massaging it with her tongue and sucking mouth.

Natalie drifted back, spine bowing until her dangling hair touched Dylan’s spread cunt. Natalie shook while Dylan fucked her with her tongue, and each little shake twisted the ends of her hair across Dylan’s mons, until the redhead just had to reach down and put an end to the teasing by fingering herself.

“Greedy little beast!” Natalie chided her, turning her head to see Dylan’s fingers dashing in and out of her pussy. “My cunt isn’t enough for you, huh?”

“Don’t know, I need more of it!” Dylan grunted before she filled her mouth with Natalie’s sex, stroking it with her tongue, making it throb with a racing heartbeat all its own.

Natalie couldn’t last long, not with Dylan so enthusiastic. All at once she was shuddering, then coming. Dylan kept Natalie’s cunt where it was, an arm wrapped around Natalie’s leg to hold her in place as she slipped down to the bottom of the tub and quivered there like there was an earthquake for no one else but her.

Dylan sucked at her convulsing sex, making sure she stayed at the top of the Richter Scale. Then, when Natalie’s orgasm ran dry, Dylan moved down to the blonde’s pert ass and laid a wet kiss of Natalie’s own juices on its buoyant flesh.

Natalie smiled at her sultrily, running her hands over her throbbing, sweating breasts, filled even more than usual with enthusiasm for herself, her lover, how beautiful she was, and how good she felt. “I think we’d better get to bed. This mission is really tiring me out!”

Dylan got up, pulling Natalie to her feet with her. “If we don’t help Alex out, imagine how tiring it’ll be to hear her complain about it for the next millennium.”

***

Quentin smiled, a little self-consciously, and went with Madison inside of the cabin. She shut the door behind him. Locked up with her, he could smell her faint perfume, and coming on the heels of the clear mountain air, it made him feel somewhat light-headed. He found it easier to imagine candlelight and soft music and wine glistening from inside gauzy crystal flutes instead of thinking of the here and now.

He shook his head, grinning wryly at his streak of romanticism. Next thing you’d know, he’d be half-erect, which would do him plenty of good with Alex miles away. Though Madison was there, and even if she was off-limits, it was hard not to think of her when she walked the way she did and smiled the way she did. He could only imagine that she’d be an absolute wildcat in the sack, nothing at all like his soft, cuddly Alex.

“Did you have any trouble finding the place?” Madison asked.

“No trouble at all.”

“I’m glad. I hate to be kept waiting.”

“It can’t happen too often, Miss Lee. Who would stay away from you longer than they have to?”

Madison smiled warmly at him. Her eyes danced with sparkling embers. “Please, call me Madison. Now, would you like the nickel tour?”

“I’d love one.”

In addition to the good-sized main room, there were two small bedrooms. Beds and dressers, no closets. A tiny kitchen held a stove and refrigerator. Along the rear of the cabin, a sun porch ran the width of the house, looking out at a clearing of grass with several pieces of lawn furniture before it became a lightly wooded forest. In the background, a river made for a boundary for the property. Outside it ran the highway, barely visible through the distance and the woods.

Madison seemed pleased as punch with the sun porch. “This would be a good place for your work, Quentin. You can pull the blinds if the sun gets to be too much for you.” She indicated an oval table at the end of the porch. “And that would make a perfect desk.”

Quentin nodded in approval. “And is there an electrical outlet back here? I’d prefer not to run back and forth, charging my laptop…”

“There’s one behind the settee.”

“That’s perfect. Everything out here’s perfect.”

“I’m so glad you’re pleased,” Madison smiled at him, wetting her lips with her tongue. “Think you’ll do any work tonight?”

“I’m still scrambled from the drive. I do my best writing after I decompress. But I might jot a few things down, just to set a rhythm. It’d probably be wiser to just get an early start tomorrow morning.”

“I could always cast the deciding vote for you,” Madison said in her husky voice. “How about having a drink with me? Can’t very well kick yourself for slacking off if you’re being sociable, now can you?”

Quentin smiled. “No, I suppose not.”