Something Wicked This Way Comes (closed for Perplexia)

[The Jeffinator]

"Okay, so he's a minion," Desmond said slowly, stroking his beard with one hand. "Side door and into the basement. Normally I would ask you to stay out here where it's safe, but that might be what they are hoping for. I think it's better we stay together and head inside the temple. For all we know the real danger might be out here."

They slowly walked around the side of the building, surprised to find it unlocked. "This definitely feels like a trap. But we need answers." He crept through the door, right into a stairwell leading down into the basement, keeping Myka close right behind him. It actually wasn't very dark, electricity connecting to all the lamps. But it still had an eerie feeling to it.

They walked slowly into a large chamber with various shelves and storage containers along the far walls, though it was dimly lit compared to the hall. They got to about the center of the room, and then suddenly Desmond had a bad feeling. "Are you sure the voices aren't saying anything? Something is not right here..."

"I'm afraid her clairvoyance is being dampened," said a serpentine-like voice with an English accent from somewhere in the room. They both immediately were on guard. It seemed disembodied, as if the voice was all around them. "Otherwise you wouldn't have walked right into my trap! Ahaha!"

Suddenly green flames enveloped their feet and legs in the shape of an enchantment circle. They both gasped for a moment, but then realized the fire did not harm them.

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It vanished again a moment later, leaving behind imprints in the stone floor. "This is not good..." Desmond said with a sigh.

"You are correct," the voice confirmed. "This is an entrapment circle. It dampens your powers and erects an invisible barrier around you. You are my little playthings now, hahaha!"

"Who are you?!" the hunter demanded.

"Oh, just a simple lust demon... with particular tastes..." Suddenly a figure approached them from the shadow -- a dark and handsome man with an evil, perverted grin slapped across his face. His eyes began to glow red, and a matching aura enveloped Desmond and Myka, vaporizing the clothing off their bodies until they were standing there completely naked.

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"Hey!" yelped Desmond. The demon continued smiling.

"Don't worry, my playthings have no need for modesty! Haha!"

 

[Perplexia]

"I think no matter what we choose this isn't going to be a nice day at the beach" she said with a half smile. Placing Soshi back in the jeep she told her to stay put. They would be back soon. "I don't want you getting lost Soshi, I know it's stupid to go in there. Yes i promise we'll be back now stay put."

Talking to Soshi out loud in front of Desmond only seemed natural now as she was gaining comfortably with her new powers.

Myka held on to the bottom of Desmonds shirt as they slowly walked down the creepy stairs. "yeah it does" she replied to his "it feels like a trap". Between the two of them they shouldn't have any problem defending themselves.

"Are you sure the voices aren't saying anything? Something is not right here..." Before she could reply a sadistic voice replied for her.
"I'm afraid her clairvoyance is being dampened," said a serpentine-like voice with an English accent from somewhere in the room. They both immediately were on guard. It seemed disembodied, as if the voice was all around them. "Otherwise you wouldn't have walked right into my trap! Ahaha!"

A green flamish light appeared under and around them. They looked around for the source, ready to fight for their lives and each others.

Then it disappeared with imprints in the stone Desmond said "This is not good..." and the voice replied before she could "You are correct"

"Who are you?!" the hunter demanded.

"Oh, just a simple lust demon... with particular tastes..." Suddenly a figure approached them from the shadow -- a dark and handsome man with an evil, perverted grin slapped across his face. His eyes began to glow red, and a matching aura enveloped Desmond and Myka, vaporizing the clothing off their bodies until they were standing there completely naked.
Myka quickly covered herself to the best of her ability as Desmond cried out "Hey!"
"Don't worry, my playthings have no need for modesty! Haha!"
The lust demon began muttering to himself and Myka found her pussy growing wet as she looked at Desmond. The urge to jump into his arms and impale herself on his huge member was almost overwhelming.

It didn't stop her from getting on her tip toes and wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him with a passion that she already had with a bit extra inspired by the demon. Breaking the kiss for a brief moment she whispered softly to Desmond. "could me being a virgin still have any play in this?"

 

[The Jeffinator]

As they both stood there naked in the cold room, Desmond had an overwhelming urge to look at Myka's body. At first she covered her naughty bits with her hands, but then after the demon began chanting things under his breath, suddenly she dropped her arms, revealing a silky smooth, perfectly toned frame. She was completely hairless below the neck, her petite body stepping up to him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

His member had already grown fully erect, pressing into her abdomen as she pulled him into a fiery kiss. He returned it with the same passion, their tongues dancing wildly together between their mouths. He had to confess to himself he enjoyed this, and wasn't sure just how much of it was actually the demon's will.

Breaking the kiss for a brief moment, Myka whispered softly to Desmond. "Could me being a virgin still have any play in this?"

It seemed impossible that he could get any harder, but somehow her question ignited the fires in his groin tenfold. His heart began to beat faster, the severe urge to shove his cock balls-deep inside her right then and there and take her virginity was nearly impossible to resist. He reached around her back and pulled her tighter against him, her breasts pressing against chest while his member stabbed into her side, leaving copious amounts of precum dripping down her deliciously smooth skin.

"Yes, definitely," he replied, a clear moan in his voice. He reached down and firmly gripped her bubbly ass with both hands, moving his mouth down to suck on her neck. "I want you so bad, Myka. I've never craved someone's touch as much as I do yours' right now..."

"Well, that didn't take much at all!" the demon laughed. "You two were already close to bathing each other in your orgasmic fluids! You barely even needed a little push from me! But let's take this further!" Suddenly the effects of the enchantment grew stronger, and Desmond felt himself turning Myka around and placing a hand on the back of her neck, bending her over and lining his cock up with her pussy from behind. Then he stood there for a moment.

"Well, go on!" the demon urged excitedly. "Ravage her pink taco!"

"No..." Desmond said with a bit of pain in his voice. He pulled Myka into a standing position and then stepped back, balling his fists at his side. "Not like this. You... You will not force me to defile her in this place. In this fashion. It will be on our own terms!"

"You little insect!" the demon spat, his eyes glowing red again. "Impale her! Now!"

He felt the urge grow stronger, his entire body tensed, his jaw clenched. "I will not!"

"Alright, you then," he turned to Myka, focusing his enchantment on her. "Shove your crotch in his face! Once he tastes you, he will no longer resist!" He imprinted on her a desperate need to have Desmond's tongue between her legs.

 

[Perplexia]

Myka was beside herself fighting with all she could "I want you so bad, Myka. I've never craved someone's touch as much as I do yours' right now..." "I want you too, but not like this, not at his will."

Suddenly the effects of the enchantment grew stronger, and Desmond felt himself turning Myka around and placing a hand on the back of her neck, bending her over and lining his cock up with her pussy from behind. Then he stood there for a moment. Myka closed her eyes tight and clenched her body in fear of what was to come.

"No..." Desmond said. He pulled her back into a standing position and then stepped back, balling his fists at his side. Myka let out a sigh of relief"Not like this. You... You will not force me to defile her in this place. In this fashion. It will be on our own terms!"

"You little insect!" the demon spat, his eyes glowing red again. "Impale her! Now!"

He felt the urge grow stronger, his entire body tensed, his jaw clenched. "I will not!"

The demon then turned the charm on her. "Alright, you then," Myka force-ably with much effort took a step back.
"Shove your crotch in his face! Once he tastes you, he will no longer resist!" He imprinted on her a desperate need to have Desmond's tongue between her legs. "Sorry you took away my magic, i'm to small and weak to force him to do anything. So I can say Fuck you, not a chance in hell you worthless puny minion"

The demon spewed hatred and anger at them in return. He obviously didn't appreciate being called out as a minion. "You know how badly I would love to have his tongue buried deep in my pussy, and then his cock thrusting rapidly into me. Breaking me in and making me useless for all other men, just give me my powers back and i'll put on a show like you've never seen." Of course if he did give her the ability to use her powers he would have to drop all the barriers. That would give her and Desmond the brief moment to attack before he realized what an error he made.

 

[The Jeffinator]

"You..." the demon started to respond, but fell quiet for a moment. He knew she was probably tricking him, but the idea of her forcing Desmond to put on a show was quite intriguing. His own lust tended to be his greatest strength and his biggest weakness.

"If I do, I expect full obedience. I can snatch your powers away again at a moment's notice!" the demon seemed to actually consider it. Desmond hoped he would, and in doing so give them a chance to escape. "Alright, let's see..." He was actually getting ready to restore some of Myka's powers, when suddenly a second English-accented voice echoed throughout the room.

"Mesiphet, stop!" the figure stepped out of the shadows next to the first demon. He was taller and a bit skinnier, and his eyes were yellowish with slits for pupils. "Have you gone bloody mad?!"

"When did you get here, Crowley?" he said, visibly irritated. "I can always count on you to ruin my fun."

"You were actually about to let her have her powers back. She would have attacked you straight away!" he chastised Mesiphet. "It's a good thing I arrived when I did. Though, I was never a big fan of this type of thing. Forcing people to sexually perform for you? Ew, gross. Here --" he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket threw it up into the air. Like a magic carpet, it glided over, through the barrier, and landed in Myka's hands. "Clean that spunk off your side, would you? It's running down your leg now. Quite nasty.

"What are you doing here, Crowley?!" Mesiphet barked angrily.

"Did you really need to undress them? Can't we go through a single mission without you perving it up?" He snapped his fingers and Desmond and Myka's clothing and gear reappeared in a pile in the circle next to them. He then snapped again and a red and gold chair materialized behind him, which he sat back on.

"Don't undo my magic! And don't act morally superior, you little rat," Mesiphet snapped. "You fell just like me!"

"I didn't mean to fall," Crowley replied. "I just hung around the wrong people..."

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As the two demons continued to bicker, Desmond and Myka began dressing again after using the handkerchief to clean up the precum he had leaked on her. He then pulled her into a gentle hug. "I am so sorry you had to go through that. If I had... If I..." his eyes became watery as a tear dripped down the side of his face. "If I hadn't regained control of myself when I did, I never could have lived with myself... I felt you clench up when my hand was on your neck, and suddenly understood how scared you must be... I am supposed to be your protector, not the one who victimizes you... I am so sorry, Myka..."

"Aw, isn't that sweet?" Crowley said with a smile, the attention back on the two prisoners now.

"I think I'm going to vomit," Mesiphet groaned, crossing his arms. "Why the fuck are you here again, you little rat?"

"Oh, right. There's been a change of plans. I've been sent to assume control of this mission."

"WHAT?!" The lust demon shouted. "On who's authority?!"

"Why, Orochihana's, of course." Mesiphet winced at the sound of the name. "Ah yes, you're still her thrall, aren't you?"

"Shut your mouth!" he barked back.

"Anywho, this is my job now, so you need to report back to her," added Crowley, waving a hand. "Go on then. Off you go."

"I hate this!" he growled. "You little fucking rat! Grrr!" The ground beneath him began to glow orange, his body de-materialized, and he teleported away.

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"He's going to be bloody pissed when he realizes I just lied to him," Crowley said with a laugh. "Right, then. Here you go." He snapped his fingers and the barrier vanished. Desmond and Myka suddenly felt their powers rush back to them. It felt amazing.

"Why are you helping us," Desmond asked suspiciously. "Especially just after reprimanding him for trying to restore some of Myka's powers. And why did he walk all the way here if he could teleport?"

Crowley hopped up to his feet and chuckled. "Well I had to sound convincing, didn't I? Otherwise he wouldn't have left. And we can't teleport across physical space within this world, we have to jump to the demon world and then back here to cover any distance. My guess is Mesiphet knew that would throw off your tracking spell and he wanted you to follow him to this place, which happens to sit on the closest leyline in this region. As for why I helped you, well... There is a growing movement within the demon community that is desperate for a change. We're standing against those like Orochihana -- a vile bitch who felt your power slumbering within you, Miss Jones," he said to Myka.

"So what, she sent Mesiphet to torment Myka? What was the point? What's this all about?" Desmond demanded answers.

"Orochihana was hoping repeated trauma to the girl would unleash her powers and weaken her emotional state, turning Miss Jones into a prime candidate for the Viper Queen's new host. That's what Orochihana calls herself. Bloody awful nickname if you ask me."

"How many of you are there?" Desmond asked, concerned.

"What, demons? Oh yes, that's right -- you're a Hunter. You haven't the slightest clue, my boy. Your order has been operating under the knowledge that most of us were killed off by the Templars centuries ago, yes? Well, we are known as master tricksters, aren't we?" Crowley finished with a laugh.

"So what now?" Desmond asked, throwing his hands up.

"Now? I keep Orochihana and Mesiphet off your tails. A demon civil war of sorts is about to erupt in our realm, so that will keep them too busy to mess with you lot, for a time. We're also going to erect a barrier that prevents any of us from teleporting back to the human world until our conflict is settled. Be warned, however -- there is no guarantee of success. If our cause fails, you will be pursued once more. Take this time to make whatever preparations you deem necessary to defend yourselves. I'm out of time now, I must leave."

"I have issues trusting a demon, but..." Desmond sighed, and then looked up. "Thank you. Can you tell us how much time you think we might have?"

"It's hard to say. Maybe weeks. Maybe years. Really no way to know for sure. In the event we lose, I will try to stay alive long enough to come and warn you, but don't rely on that. I really have to go now. Take care of yourselves." He teleported away in the same fashion as Mesiphet had.

Desmond and Myka just stood there holding each other in the silence for a few long moments. "Hopefully we can find those three dragons and unlock your full potential before we have any more encounters like that..."

 

[Perplexia]

"You..." the demon started to respond, but fell quiet for a moment. Myka stayed quiet and kept her cool. Trying hard not to give away any tells that she was going to blast the hell out of him if he agreed.

"If I do, I expect full obedience. I can snatch your powers away again at a moment's notice!" the demon seemed to actually consider it. Desmond hoped he would, and in doing so give them a chance to escape. ""Alright, let's see..." He was actually getting ready to restore some of Myka's powers, and hope was soaring in her mind only to be quickly dashed away when a second English-accented voice echoed throughout the room.

"Mesiphet, stop!" the figure stepped out of the shadows next to the first demon. "Have you gone bloody mad?!"

Myka sighed lightly, but enough for Desmond to know her plan was thwarted.

"When did you get here, Crowley?" he said, visibly irritated. "I can always count on you to ruin my fun."

"You were actually about to let her have her powers back. She would have attacked you straight away!" he chastised Mesiphet. "It's a good thing I arrived when I did. Though, I was never a big fan of this type of thing. Forcing people to sexually perform for you? Ew, gross. Here --" he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket threw it up into the air. Like a magic carpet, it glided over, through the barrier, and landed in Myka's hands. "Clean that spunk off your side, would you? It's running down your leg now. Quite nasty."

Myka quickly began to wipe it off. Then stepped behind Desmond to hide her nudity.

She listened to the exchange between the two Demons. Then their clothing appeared and her and Desmond quickly got dressed while they continued.

Desmond pulled her into a hug after they were dressed. His big arms enfolding her into him. "I am so sorry you had to go through that. If I had... If I..." his eyes became watery as a tear dripped down the side of his face. She reached up and wiped it away as she listened to him.

"If I hadn't regained control of myself when I did, I never could have lived with myself... I felt you clench up when my hand was on your neck, and suddenly understood how scared you must be... I am supposed to be your protector, not the one who victimizes you... I am so sorry, Myka..."

She responded quickly in a whisper for him. "it was less fear, and more embarrassment. Because I deeply desire you, but I didn't want our first time to be in front of a demon"

The demons were still arguing then the lust demon snapped his fingers turned into a glowy orange and disappeared.

Myka listened staying in Desmonds arms as him and the new demon had a conversation. The barrier, disappeared and her powers were restored. And just like that he was gone as well, leaving the two of them alone. "the voices said he spoke the truth and to get the books." she said lightly after he mentioned they should get them.

"We need to leave" she said softly taking his hand and leading him back up the stairs and back to the jeep. Just as they started to get in, cars began to pull into the temple for some type of service.

"We should find someplace to lay low for a bit, and get me a passport. Should we go up to Canada? or got to California and lay low in the woods somewhere?" Myka was thinking about how badly she had yearned for Desmond while they were under the Lust Demons spell. Still after it was removed, she found herself imagining what it would feel like to have his hands all over her body making her his.

 

[The Jeffinator]

"It was less fear, and more embarrassment. Because I deeply desire you, but I didn't want our first time to be in front of a demon," Myka had said, which gave Desmond a bit of peace.

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"The voices said he spoke the truth and to get the books," she said lightly after Desmond had mentioned they should get them.

"We need to leave," she said softly taking his hand and leading him back up the stairs and back to the jeep. Just as they started to get in, cars began to pull into the temple for some type of service. "We should find someplace to lay low for a bit, and get me a passport. Should we go up to Canada? Or go to California and lay low in the woods somewhere?"

"For tonight we can just grab a hotel room here in the city," Desmond replied as they pulled away from the temple in his jeep. "And first thing in the morning we can call around about setting you up an appointment for a passport. I'm pretty sure there are a few post offices in the area that accept passport application forms. We can see if the hotel we stay at has a business center and we can print the form off tonight and you can fill it out. That will make the process go easier if we're able to get in tomorrow. Do you have all your important documents in your bags? If not we can head back to Tillamook to grab them."

Luckily all her documents were in her purse, so Desmond asked Myka to look up hotels on her phone as he drove. "I'll leave the location and room type up to you. Grab the Visa Black card and use it to book the room. That's the one I use exclusively for lodging and travel expenses." He reached down with one hand and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket, the other hand on the steering wheel. He handed it to Myka, and then almost subconsciously laid his hand down on her thigh. It was a tragedy that the material of her pants was blocking her soft, silky flesh from his touch, but it was still comforting nonetheless.

It took him a second to realize what he had done, but she hadn't pushed his hand away, so he left it sitting there as he drove and she looked up hotels on her phone. He peeked over out of the corner of his eye and saw her eyes scanning the screen, her blue and pink hair cascading in strands down the side of her face, her cute little nose and juicy pink lips looking serene and angelic. Mesiphet's influence was long gone, but he felt such longing and desire for her. Not just sex -- of course he wanted to listen to moans of pleasure escape her mouth and give her entire body a generous tongue bath -- but he also wanted to just hold her and look into her eyes. To feel her chest against his, skin on skin. To taste her tongue in his mouth, to trace his hands up and down her back and shoulders as she laid on top of him. He wanted her. All of her. And everything that came with that. His body ached for her. So did his heart.

 

[Perplexia]

"For tonight we can just grab a hotel room here in the city," Desmond replied as they pulled away from the temple in his jeep. "And first thing in the morning we can call around about setting you up an appointment for a passport. I'm pretty sure there are a few post offices in the area that accept passport application forms. We can see if the hotel we stay at has a business center and we can print the form off tonight and you can fill it out. That will make the process go easier if we're able to get in tomorrow. Do you have all your important documents in your bags? If not we can head back to Tillamook to grab them."


"I brought everything with me" she said patting her purse. He asked her to look up hotels and handed her his wallet. His hand stayed on her thigh. She didn't object, she needed his touch. As she made a couple calls she hung up the phone. "There's a big convention in town, the only thing we can get is a penthouse suite. If that's okay i'll go ahead and book it." she really was just going for a single basic room. But it didn't look like they would have much luck. With Desmond's approval she booked the room and they headed towards the hotel.

Myka was open to whatever happened between them. It was so quick to feel what she was feeling toward this man. He'd saved her life, she'd saved his and they have been through so much together in a short time. That and her body reacted to his in such a way she just knew that they were meant to be.

Grabbing her bag and Soshi they went and checked in and made their way up to the room. It was a beautiful room with a great view, and a Jacuzzi. "soshi stay inside and don't go on the patio" she said to the cat as she opened the balcony doors and stepped out into the cool breeze. Not sure why it entered her mind but she remembered seeing a sexy photo of a girl getting fucked naked on the balcony. She couldn't help but blush at the thought.

 

[The Jeffinator]

"This is wonderful," Desmond said as they entered the hotel suite. He set their bags down in the closet and then quietly followed Myka out onto the balcony. He stood next to her as they leaned on the railing, looking out over the city. The Sun was beginning to lower towards the horizon, but Mt. Hood's snowcapped peak could still be seen poking marvelously into the sky in the distance. He then smiled as he caught her side-glancing him.

Without saying a word, he stepped behind her and began rubbing her shoulders and her neck, giving her a nice massage as he felt her ass back into his crotch. He immediately began to harden, his breathing growing a bit heavier. He then leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "The safe word is kumquat," and began nibbling and kissing her neck. He then reached a hand around to her front and pushed her gently back into his chest, sliding it up along her breasts to her chin, lifting her face to look up at him standing behind her. He smirked and leaned forward, planting a short kiss on her lips.

He then turned her around and pulled her petite body into his large arms, their chests pressing together as their passionate make-out session continued, no care given to the fact that they were out in the open on the balcony. His member was rock hard by that point, pressing against the inside of his jeans, wanting desperately to be freed as it pressed up against Myka's abdomen.

As their tongue-dancing continued, Desmond ran his hands under her shirt and rubbed her bare back, unfastening her bra in the process. He stepped back from their kiss momentarily to lift her shirt and bra over her head, tossing them inside the room before pulling her back into his embrace, their lips finding each other once more. She seemed in no rush to go inside, which made him contemplate taking her right there on the balcony.

 

[Perplexia]

"This is wonderful," Desmond said as they entered the hotel suite.

"It's absolutely gorgeous" she said giving him a side glance and then went back to the view.

Without saying a word, he stepped behind her and began rubbing her shoulders and her neck, giving her a nice massage as he felt her ass back into his crotch. She loved the way his hands felt kneading her tense muscles through her shirt.

Desmond then leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "The safe word is kumquat," and he began nibbling and kissing her neck. Myka closed her eyes and enjoyed the warm feel of his lips kissing and the grazing of his teeth as he nibbled. The butterflies in her stomach were all a flutter as her desire began to rise.

His hand then reached around to her front and pushed her gently back into his chest, sliding it up along her breasts to her chin, lifting her face to look up at him standing behind her. He smirked and leaned forward, planting a short kiss on her lips. She loved the taste of him on her mouth. For being such a giant of a man he had a way of being so gentle.

Turning her around he pulled her petite body into his large arms, their chests pressing together as their passionate make-out session continued, her hardened nipples pressed tightly into his chest through the fabric of her bra and shirt.

As their tongue-dancing continued, Desmond ran his hands under her shirt and rubbed her bare back, unfastening her bra in the process. He stepped back from their kiss momentarily to lift her shirt and bra over her head, tossing them inside the room before pulling her back into his embrace, their lips finding each other once more. Her hands worked under his shirt and began lifting it up before taking a step back to have him finish lifting it off and tossing it on the pile they began to form on the floor.

Stepping back into his arms she resumed their kissing and the feeling of his back beneath her fingers, and his fingers upon hers. Their breathing increased and the more passionate the kissing became. "Should we move this to the Jacuzzi" she said a bit nervously as she broke the kiss for a moment, allowing both of their breathing to get back under control.

 

[The Jeffinator]

Desmond smiled as Myka began removing his shirt, their lips locking again immediately after. Her hard nipples pushed into his firm chest, their hands on each others' backs as their hearts pounded rapidly. She then broke the kiss momentarily to allow them to catch their breath.

"Should we move this to the Jacuzzi" He could tell she was a bit nervous as she asked, this being her first time. He decided he wouldn't come on too strong too fast, but go nice and slow and give her a chance to adapt as the night unfolded.

"That's a wonderful idea," he said, smirking. He then lifted her up over his shoulder, laughing and playfully patting her ass as he closed the balcony door and then walked to the bathroom. He sat her down gently on the toilet and walked over to the hot tub, turning on the water. He then noticed there was a sound system built into the far wall of the bathroom. "Fancy."

He picked up the remote sitting next to it and toyed around with the stereo while the tub filled up, and at one point "Dancing Queen" by ABBA came on. He laughed and started doing a little jive dance, swinging his hips to the music as he whipped his long hair around. He held up the remote like a microphone and began singing along in a melodic, decently smooth voice.

"Friday night and the lights are low! Looking out for a place to go! Where they play the right music! Getting in the swing! You come to look for a king!" he sang as he pranced around, then trotted over to her, reaching out his free hand, helping her to her feet to dance with him.

"You can dance! You can jive! Having the time of your life! Ooh, see that girl! Watch that scene! Digging the dancing queen!" He spun her, twirled her, picked her up as they frolicked around the bathroom, laughing, singing, and dancing. He wanted to make her first time special, and he didn't want it to be just about sex. Soon the tub was full, Desmond turned the water off, kicked on the jets, and switched the music to something soft and romantic. He then set the remote down, walked back over to Myka, and pulled her into another tight embrace, kissing her lightly.

They both shimmied out of the rest of their clothing and slipped into the tub, the water hot and relaxing. He sat down and pulled her into his lap, her back against his chest with their fingers entwined. He wasn't penetrating her yet, just holding her there, close to him as he sang along to the love ballad playing on the stereo, his smooth and melodic voice helping to calm her nerves.

 

[Perplexia]

"That's a wonderful idea," he said responding to her question about moving their make out session to the Jacuzzi. He then lifted her up over his shoulder, laughing and playfully patting her ass. She let out a gleeful yelp. Bringing her into the large bathroom he sat her down gently on the toilet and walked over to the hot tub, turning on the water. She watched as his inquisitive mind checked out all the features of the room. It wasn't until he noticed there was a sound system built into the far wall that he spoke. "Fancy."

When he figured out how to get it to work "Dancing Queen" by ABBA came on. He started doing a little jive dance and she giggled. He was a pretty good dancer and singer. He surly knew how to lighten the mood and help remove any anxiousness and nervousness she was feeling.

"Friday night and the lights are low! Looking out for a place to go! Where they play the right music! Getting in the swing! You come to look for a king!" he sang as he pranced around, then trotted over to her, reaching out his free hand, helping her to her feet to dance with him. She was a bit shy at first but he had a way of coaxing her into the mood and soon she was dancing right along with him.

He spun her, twirled her, picked her up as they frolicked around the bathroom, laughing, singing, and dancing. When the tub was full, Desmond turned the water off, kicked on the jets, and changed the music to something soft and romantic. He pulled her into another tight embrace, kissing her lightly. She couldn't help but melt in his arms and return his kiss with a tender passion.

She watched him start to take off his clothes and she followed suite. Her nerves were starting to build back up again. She knew she wanted this, wanted to be his in every way possible. Also if her virginity was partly to play in this, they could remove that obstacle. Having no experience she was slightly worried that she would be a disappointment to him. With as long as Desmond had lived, she was sure he had some amazing experiences.

They stepped into the tub and Desmond took a seat pulling her into his lap. She let out another nervous giggle as he pulled her tight against his chest. She laid her head back and enjoyed the soothing of the water jets as he sang to her.

Myka almost believe that Desmond held a magic power of mood control since he was able to calm her nerves so easily, and make her feel at home in his arms. He was so dreamy in a rugged handsome kind of way. His muscles flexed with every movement and his kisses were a divine enjoyment. It was hard to believe they'd only known each other a little over 24 hours.