A sequel to "Sabah" and "Sabah and Rod"

Rod slowly pulled himself back to exhausted consciousness. He smiled weakly, knowing why he felt dissipated in this way. Sabah had Fed again a few nights ago. It was getting familiar. A Feeding was like an attack of malaria, he mused, several days of dreamy lassitude, then a gradual recovery to normal. But even if it were possible, Rod had no desire to be cured of these attacks. First, because he knew he was pleasing Sabah. More than pleasing her, he sustained her. Her very life depended on the sexual energy she absorbed from him during those orgasmic furies. That was wonderful knowledge: his beautiful, sexy, marvelous Mistress needed HIM.

Then too, during his recovery Sabah would spend the days pampering and coddling him. Lovemaking with Sabah on those days would be especially gentle and even more frequent. And he knew she would let him loll for hours, drinking from the fountain of her self as he worshiped and pleasured her. Her cum nourished him, she said. Sabah was very excited about this discovery and said it made their relationship more symbiosis than parasite-prey as with her previous lovers.

Finally, the Feeding itself was never less than wonderful. He enjoyed making love with Sabah morning and night (and when she was feeling frisky, during the day, too). But ordinary sex was nothing compared to a Feeding. She always made it special.

He still remembered the one a few months after coming to live with her. It was typical, if any one of a series of unique adventures can be said to be typical. He never knew exactly when a Feeding would take place, although of course he knew that Sabah seldom went for more than three or four weeks without one. Thus he was expecting nothing extraordinary when she called him to their bedchamber early one evening.

Perfectly posed and perfectly naked, Sabah sat smiling on the edge of her bed, the bed she let him share. A long green gown that would hug every inch of her perfect body lay beside her. An emerald choker Rod had never seen was on the dressing table nearby. Her dark hair was piled high on her head. She was preparing for an evening out. Rod was struck by her beauty and felt regret that he could not accompany her wherever it was she was going.

"It's the Winchester League Spring Charity Ball tonight, my sweet," she said reading the question on his face. "Will you help me dress?" Not needing to wait for his reply she nodded to indicate the pair of high-top stockings he had overlooked. Unquestioningly, Rod took them and, dropping to his knees before her, began to tug and roll the delicate fabric up her long firm legs. As he neared the crotch the aroma of her arousal overpowered him. He looked up at her with the unstated petition in his eyes.

"Of course, you may, my darling, at least for a few minutes." Rod's joy knew no bounds as he thrust his head between Sabah's luscious thighs and drank deeply of her essence. Sometimes Rod did not know which form of worship was best. This had the advantage of being more selfless, not that HE did not enjoy bringing Sabah to climax with his mouth and tongue, and he could prolong it for hours. Yet, ultimately he had to prefer what she did, and no matter how many time he got her off otherwise, Sabah ultimately loved to be penetrated, long, hard, repeated thrusts of his cock into her vagina. Perhaps it was the only time, if only for a few seconds, but when he was pounding hard into her, she totally lost control.

Unaware of when she bid him stop, Rod was suddenly conscious of Sabah's face smiling down at him. "Time for me to finish getting dressed, my sweet. I can't let you make us late." She waited just long enough to detect his happiness as he understood the meaning of "us." "Your tux is on the bed, sweetheart," she laughed. "Did you think I wanted to spend a night around a bunch of stuffy high-society types without you, my love?"

Now it was Sabah's turn to marvel as she cast admiring glances at Rod while she finished slipping into the gown and matching heels. She had stripped Rod of all shyness before her, so he disrobed and began to dress with the natural grace of serpent changing its skin. She loved to look at his hard naked body, the firm jaw, the black curls. In her centuries of existence, she had never had such a slave and lover.

Since he had come to live with her, she had put him on a weight training and high protein regimen. A few pounds of office flab had been replaced by several more of hard, lean muscle. Sometimes she could not believe her luck that his beautiful, intelligent man was hers. Her need had been so great the night of the storm, she would have settled for far less. But when she saw him fully dressed in the evening attire that just hinted at the hunk hidden within, she found herself humming, "Someday My Prince Will Come." Hers had.

"Here are the keys, darling. Take us to the ball."

Sabah was glad she had kept and lovingly preserved the old Lincoln. The wide bench seats were perfect for scroonching close and laying her head in Rod's lap like a happy cat. As he drove the beautiful old car along the twisting mountain road toward the little county seat, she resisted the urge to open his fly and suck the erection she felt in his pants. She was saving that for later. His gentle stroking of her hair and neck had almost put her to sleep when she felt him decelerate and enter the winding street of the old town on what had been the Virginia frontier.

Although the town was perhaps 1500 feet lower than her property up in the Blue Ridges, the sun had set and an early spring nip was in the air. The old stone country club had been torn down and replaced by a faux-Classical Revival building that Sabah hated, but tonight it was blazing with light that illuminated the surrounding grounds. Sabah threw her fur around her shoulders and waited for Rod to open the door. A valet took the car as they made their entrance.

Rod was too happy being with this wonderful woman to be conscious of the impression the couple made on the already gathered guests. It would not have occurred to him that every man in the room envied the man at the side of this spectacular woman. Sabah was well know in the little town, but no one could remember seeing her like this, so brimming with life, scintillating sex appeal. And who was the tall muscular young man with her? Nor would Rod have suspected the depth of instant jealousy the other women felt when they saw their husbands' reactions to Sabah. What had SHE done to deserve an Adonis like him? A thousand generations of feminine intuition told them the young hunk was totally infatuated with the older woman and that Sabah had him fucking her silly.

"Sabah! Good to see you," boomed the friendly voice of Charles Landsworth, Chairman of the League. "Glad you could come." Melanie, Charles's wife, was drifting their way, a slight scowl on her face.

"Good evening, Charles, Melanie," Sabah greeted them. "I'd like you to meet my new friend Rod." Melanie lifted an eyebrow. The pleasantries continued, but Sabah didn't miss Melanie's judgmental attitude. She could almost hear the sarcastic remarks the blond trophy wife would have liked to make, 'He's a little young for you, isn't he?' 'Where did you pick him out, in a sports bar?' as well as the one she would never have verbalized, though she was dying to know, 'Does he fuck as good as he looks?'

Sabah was tired of Melanie. She had tried to be friendly. She had been truly happy that Charles had found someone so soon after his first wife's death. Sabah guessed that the young woman had seduced him, but Charles seemed happy. Sabah understood perfectly well that Melanie was jealous of Sabah's independent standing in the community, while she lived only in Charles's reflected glow.

Sabah also suspected Melanie in part regretted giving up her exciting, if poorly paid life as a junior lobbyist in Washington for the financial security of Charles's money, which she spent with abandon. But understanding Melanie did not make her any easier to stomach. Sabah particularly resented Melanie for not realizing what a treasure she had in Charles. When she allowed herself to pick up impressions, Sabah had confirmed what his face showed: Charles totally adored his new wife even though -- and this had been a surprise to Sabah -- she eyedroppered out the sex to her still lusty husband.

Melanie definitely had her clique. Sabah noticed that the group of Melanie's snooty friends, Agatha Witherspoon, Grace Chriswell, Darlene Simms, and Marjory Gresham, avoided Rod and her throughout the before-dinner cocktails. She noted the slight aura of hatefulness around the group. Maybe the time had come to do something about that, she grinned.

Soon the crowd was called to their seats. Just as Sabah and Rod were to sit down, Charles came over to take Sabah to the head table. "I have no idea what this is about, honey," she whispered to Rod as Charles led her away. As she took her place at her place to the right of the Chairman, everyone applauded.

Rod could see on Sabah's face that everything was a total surprise to her as it was even more so to him. He only understood after dinner when the Chairman announced that Sabah Noor was being recognized as Winchester's "Citizen of the Year." Rod knew of course that his Mistress was an amazing woman, but he had no idea of all her civic activities. Not only had she donated considerable sums to many worthy projects and served on many committees, but she also volunteered at a nearby hospice. One of the sisters stood to give an emotional testimony of how Sabah had an almost magical power to calm and cheer the lonely dying people. Rod found himself choked up with joy and pride for his marvelous Mistress. He noticed, however, the group of Melanie and her friends in one section of the hall who only looked on sullenly. Sabah noticed as well.

Sabah's acknowledgement was brief and tinged with self-deprecating humor, but Rod had no doubt she was genuinely touched by the community's gesture. "So thank you all again," she said in closing, "but if I'm not mistaken, this is a ball. So, Let's DANCE!"

Nodding to the orchestra that struck up a slow waltz, Sabah walked to the center of the empty dance floor. A nod in his direction told Rod what to do. Although embarrassed, he rose and made his way among the tables to Sabah's side. The embarrassment evaporated the moment she slipped into his arms. For several long seconds the entire gathering was struck silent by the stunning older woman and the handsome young man gliding around the floor. The dance was perfectly proper, but the two bodies moving as one seemed to generate an erotic field around them.