Chapter 47: Chaos

Behind the curtains covering the wall stood a door. I knocked but the heavy wood muffled my sharp rap. I couldn't hear anything from the other side and just as I reached up to knock again the door opened. One of Chaos' studs stood there, blocking my view into the room. He was just shorter than me, bright blonde hair, a young face that couldn't be much older than mine and a tanned body that was glistening with sweat. Before I said anything, he stepped back and away as if he were a door himself. Beyond, the room was decorated in reds and tans.

To the left was a desk cluttered with empty vials and tubes, the remnants of lubricants, perfumes and various enhancements to make one more attractive and sexually ready. Next to the desk was another door, with the same heavy wood. In the corner stood a huge wardrobe opened to display a variety of costumes, objects and implements an open mind might consider when having fun with willing partners. A night stand had an assortment of salves in short jars. The drawer was open and overflowing with condoms. Centered on the wall directly across from me was a huge mirror with a gold frame. It had to be about ten feet wide and almost as tall. The mirror made the room seem twice its size easily. The bed, centered in the room but not against any walls, was huge. It could have easily held almost a dozen people in the throes of orgy with room to spare. Pillows lined three sides of the bed and spilled onto the floor. On the other side of the bed was another night stand with melted candles. Its drawer was closed. The wall to the right had two doors. Each of them was of the same design as the other. And in the corner to my right stood a rack with various hats, scarves, coats and other semi-normal wear.

At that moment, Chaos was laying on her belly with her legs spread wide. Behind her another of her studs, this one with wild red hair, was pounding at her with the force of a jackhammer. She was facing the door I entered with the side of her face laid on her folded arms, her eyes closed. Her mouth was open with her heavy breathing and the expression she wore was of someone close to falling over the edge. Her boots were at the foot of the bed, and the blue-on-blue lines of her skin were dancing widely along her shapely legs. Her cheeks bounced with the man's efforts and the flesh-to-flesh slapping filled the room.

Did I walk in at a bad moment? I didn't know. I started to turn to leave.

"Oh Ral ... I was hoping you would come tonight," Chaos said. She had opened her eyes, barely. Red's hammering hadn't slowed any and she was enjoying his attention.

"I didn't mean to interrupt," I apologized.

She lifted her head with a half-hearted look over her shoulder, "Eric ... that's enough for now. Why don't you and Matthew go take showers."

Eric grunted and pulled from his position. The size of the muscles along his arms suggested either he already worked out a lot or that was a very favored position. Matthew passed in front of me with a slight look of dislike. Neither offered a word of welcome or anything as they left through the closer door on the right.

Chaos didn't move as they left. She watched me as I watched the men leave. "I thought you only liked girls."

I didn't know why I had watched her guys leave. It wasn't attraction, maybe paranoia, maybe even curiosity. "You're right. I don't like guys, but I am always curious what my girls might find attractive." She smiled. I wasn't sure if she was accepting what I said or for some other reason. "Why did you ask me here?"

Chaos took in a deep breath and let it out in a sigh as her eyes drifted down my body and back up again. "I was hoping you could help me with a problem."

"What kind of problem?" I was suspicious...

"Well, I have this itch ... and I was hoping you could help me scratch it." She licked her dark blue lips and the moisture made them glint. She was trying to be erotic in her gestures but all that blue just didn't do it for me.

"You already have plenty of help to scratch itches." I knew what she was talking about.

"Fine," her eyes drifted over me again, "Then how about a good old-fashioned fuck?" Talking about direct.

I shook my head with a slight grin. My charm was working on her and she would probably throw herself at me soon if I didn't leave. "I don't think so."

She gave a fat lower lip with her pout. "What's wrong? Alexandria and Mandy wear you out? You don't have a hope of lasting long if all those girls are after the same thing."

"Whether or not I can handle their needs is my problem. So, if you asked me here just for sex, then our talk is over." I started to turn to leave again.

"No! Wait! I'm sorry." She had actually reached out for me, but I was just beyond her touch. I turned back to her. "Please, I do need you."

I looked her over again. Her curves were great, but that blue skin just ... I didn't know. It spoiled her appearance. "There are just too many reasons not to," I said finally.

She noticed me looking her over, "It's the blue, isn't it."

I nodded.

"Think of it like blue balls."

"Blue balls?"

"Yes. When a man is very amorous, very wanton, and he hasn't released. He is teased and teased, sucked on and licked ... Mmm ... Rubbed and kneaded." Her voice dropped a bit, taking on a more sultry tone. Those light, light blue eyes dropped too, finding my crotch and maintaining a watch on my arousal. "And yet, every time he comes close, every time the boiling point is ready to explode a geyser of his love juice all over the women who work him, they stop. They don't go any further. They don't allow that finality, that climax, all that lovely fluid to fly. They deny it, and let him relax just a touch, just a little."

I was starting to rise to her description, and she started breathing heavier with her own words. Was it my Charm working her up or just the idea of that kind of teasing? I didn't think either of us knew, but she continued.

"Then they start again, building him up, working him, hard ... fucking him and sucking him ... teasing him with their bodies. Giving him whatever he wants until he's about to ... and they pull away. They tease him mercilessly, repeating the process but never allowing him to finish." She looked up to meet my eyes, a smile on her face because I was straining against my pants. "Imagine being teased like that, over and over, dozens of times, and never being allowed to release."

Consciously, I had to close my mouth and swallow. She had portrayed a deliciously nasty situation that had some merit, and the fact that I liked the possibility was tented just below my belt. "Yes. I can imagine and I'm sure the climax would be quite ... messy."

"Yes, messy. I'm sure it will be." She smiled, licking her lips.

"What are you suggesting?" I had gotten hard. If my charm made me as needful of sex as the women I felt attracted to, then the dangers of adding Chaos to the family were very real.

"I want to see your finale," she hissed through gritted teeth.

"Are you talking about teasing me to such a finale?"

"If you'd like. To watch you shoot so much fluid all over me; it would be the most exotic and wonderfully orgasmic thing I've ever felt in my life," she huffed at me.

I took a deep breath and let it out slow. She wanted me and I was getting more and more interested in her, blue skin or no. "That ... Is something I'll have to keep ... in mind."

"Mmm ... but why won't you ... Please ... I'm here now. I'll let you take me any way you want me: in my mouth, between my breasts, deep in my hot pussy. I'm so hot and wet for you. I'm even willing to take your big fuck stick in my tight ass." She closed her eyes as if trying to feel it happening. "Anything. Anything to feel you come in me or even on me."

Whoa. She really knew how to get a guy's engines going, and mine was humming nicely. All I needed was to feel some part of her slipping along some part of me and I would rev up to blasting off. "As nice an offer that is..."

Chaos interrupted me, "What? Is it the blue skin? I can do away with that..."

With my nod, her blue-on-blue coloring faded to a delicate pale tan. Her deep, dark blue lips filled in with a natural pink and her black with blue highlights hair shimmered, the blue highlights becoming blonde streaks. Her eyes even filled in with a very exotic brown. The change overall was very quick and smooth, adding to the incredible curves of her body. The blue had kept me from just stripping down and jumping her, but with the change in appearance to something more normal my control slipped a touch. I actually took a step forward. Chaos watched, never moving to meet me, just lying there waiting for me to join her.

A thought crossed my mind. Did my girls go through that same kind of ache when they were around me? Is that what Chaos was feeling for me with my Charm affecting her? If either answer were yes, I owed so many apologies. I tried first with Chaos, "You ... You've offered something that ... that I am very tempted by." I clenched my fists, digging my nails into my palms. Something had to draw me back from the brink of giving in. "To send my girls home and spend the next few days finding out what your suggestions are like is a very, very attractive idea..."

"Please..." she whispered.

"Begging won't help." Actually, it may have if it were one of my own girls.

"Why? Why not fill me with everything you have?" She began whimpering.

"I have my reasons..."

"What? What could keep you from wanting what I'm offering?" She was rubbing her body against the sheets of her bed. Her body was begging for release.

"I have several women who would be happy to explore such things with me already." I knelt to keep from climbing onto her bed, but to see her eyes. "They also seek my attention, no matter how minuscule." I reached up and combed her hair from her face. She moved her head to press against my hand. "Besides, after we finished, I'd have to count you among mine."

"No, you wouldn't. I'm a User. I'm already protected against such things." She reached out with her tongue to taste my skin.

"Not from this you're not." I let her draw my thumb into her mouth to suck on. So many encounters over the last couple of days had taught me that even my touch could ease the desires burning within the women affected. Nothing short of all out sex would calm it, but they could usually regain some control. I was hoping that her being a user would help.

Chaos sucked on my digit as I had seen her suck on her studs cock earlier. She coated me and let her lips and tongue dance as if my cock were the body part she was gobbling up. With a couple of quick licks, she cleaned her saliva from my thumb. "Are you so certain? Are you so certain that spraying your hot thick load all over or in me would actually affect me?" Her suggestions were laced just as nicely, especially after the quick show of her oral prowess.

I nodded at her question, "Yes."

She licked her lips. "Let's test your theory then. Fuck me Ral. Fuck my tits, my pussy, my mouth, I don't care. Just fuck me Ral." She reached up to run her hand through my hair. Her touch was just as electric as any woman I'd had. It was further testament to my control that I remained on my knees instead of shoving my raging boner into her throat.

"I've had a lot of women throw themselves at me over the last few days and most of them I've welcomed with open arms." My breathing was getting heavier. I didn't know if I could hold out much longer. I closed my eyes as a shiver ran through me.

"Why not me? Why not now?" Her voice was softer but closer, she was drawing nearer.

When I opened my eyes, hers filled my field of vision. She was close enough to kiss with a deep breath. "I've learned what my recklessness has gained me."

"Lots of sex," she breathed against my lips.

"Responsibility," was all I could say.

"What responsibility?" she asked as she stretched out her tongue and licked my lower lip.

"Having so many women to take care of, and the possibility that some of them may be pregnant." I threw in that last just to try to scare her. It had worked for me earlier that day.

"I would carry your baby if you want. Fill me with your seed. Make me fat with your children." Her wet licks and fondling hand were doing more to crumble my resolve than the descriptions of teasing she had tried. As I knew, touch would be my downfall.

I shook my head, "I'm not ready to be a father ... yet." I didn't bother telling her that I couldn't get her pregnant. Maybe I should have, it might have discouraged her efforts.

Her teasing hadn't worked. She tried being direct, telling me what she wanted, but I was still fully dressed. She had sucked on my thumb to show off her skill and I remained on the floor, resisting her. Finally she plunged ahead with an open kiss, entwining her tongue around mine. I let her and didn't defy the moment. She knew I wanted her and short of throwing me on the bed, she was getting frustrated with the situation. I knew that my charm had to be a big reason for her advances. Maybe if I helped her to orgasm a couple of times, she would feel good enough to talk and not just want sex. Then again, she may have invited me just for sex. There was nothing in the note or what we had talked about to suggest anything else. Still, I needed to help calm her because ... well not only was it partly my fault, but I was wanting her more and more. If I could give her a good exhausting orgasm, I could probably get away without anything more happening.

I pulled from the kiss, "Turn around."

She surprised me with the speed at which she moved. Before I was upright and looking down at her, she had spun around to splay herself close to the edge of the bed. She was hopeful for some filling experience. I planned to fill her with tongue and fingers, but no more. If I could keep my pants on then the night could end with less exasperation on my part.