Chapter 9: Passion In All Its Forms

I began to calm down. Then I realized that Erin and Chloe were still there and unconscious. I went to them. Both were breathing and had steady heartbeats. I started trying to wake Erin first.

Erin was a buxom red head. Originally she was a bottled red. Meaning she dyed her hair regularly. So much so that no one knew what her natural color was. Of course she had me change the color, so the red she preferred would be her natural color. I ran my fingers through those deep red locks, worried that something more than just sleeping could be wrong.

"Love, come on, wake up..." I said as I stood her up to get her moving. Feeling her in my arms was fantastic. In fact, the desires I had earlier were returning. I suddenly wanted to wake her up by doing more than just standing her up. Fortunately, I was too scared for her to follow through with the impulse.

She mumbled something and hugged me. My body responded to her warmth and touch. I was hopeful that she wasn't any worse off than I had left Agent Ellison earlier or the girls' attacker just a moment before.

Erin was standing on her own feet but still wobbly. I leaned back so I could see her face. "How are you feeling?"

Her emerald green eyes were hazy with sleep. "Mmm ... Not sure. What happened?" She put a hand to her temple and squeezed her eyes shut. "My head hurts."

I pulled her hand away and kissed her there. To some degree it was like I was trying to kiss the boo-boo away, but instead of just a kiss, I sought any damage Erin had suffered. I didn't find anything wrong and allowed my patent healing ability to flow through her.

"Oh, that's better. Thank you Love." She hugged me.

I held onto her for a minute, growing more excited by the feel of her naturally large breasts squeezing against my chest.

"Oh!" she moaned and pressed her belly to my rapidly hardening cock. She was wearing the same dress I had seen her in that morning. It was snug around her waist and just tight enough up top to show off her size, but it flowed freely from her hips down to her ankles. I hadn't been able to tell previously, but now I knew there wasn't a bra under it. With her pressed to me, I could feel her nipples distinctly. "Hello, Love," she whispered huskily.

I pulled back and made a point to show my reluctance. "I need to check on Chloe. Do you still have that shirt Renée had ripped off me earlier?"

Erin nodded, but the look on her face was confused.

"Good, go get it and rip it into strips. Then tie up our mystery guest, okay?"

"Mystery guest?" Erin asked as she looked around. It was difficult for her to miss the sleeping woman sprawled on the floor. I could feel her confusion grow. "Who is she?"

"Like I said, she's a mystery. When I got here you and Chloe were lying on the floor and she attacked me."

Erin looked back at me with startled eyes.

"She's asleep and won't wake up for a while. I need you to tie her up while I see to Chloe. Okay?"

Erin nodded and I felt her push her growing fear back into the back of her mind. When she was finished and all was clear, she'd let it roll back out and deal with it, but at the moment she was going to do what I needed her to do.

She left to get the shirt. I turned to Chloe.

Just like Erin, Chloe was asleep. She also woke up with a headache, which I eased. And just as I had carnal desires for Erin that seemed so out of place, I was just as happy to feel Chloe pressed to me.

"Mmm ... Master!" She hadn't even fully opened her eyes but she pressed her lips to mine. I welcomed the opportunity to give in even a bit to what I apparently needed. Chloe rubbed her body into mine, both pressing her lovely breasts into my chest and a thigh up against my crotch. I pulled her away from me somewhat forcefully.

"What's wrong?" she asked. She knew I didn't normally stop with her once we got started.

"We have a problem. Not you and me, but her." I nodded my head toward the mystery woman.

Chloe looked around blearily. She saw the woman on the floor. "Who is that?"

"You don't recognize her?"

Chloe shook her head.

"What was the last thing you remember?" I asked gently.

"Erin and I were kissing and decided to go to the bedroom. The next thing I know, you're waking me up," she said still staring at the girl.

"Do you recognize her?" I asked again.

"Wait ... She was here earlier. After Erin left to bring you and Renée extra clothes. She asked if there was anything we needed. She was dressed like the hotel staff, I but thought it odd that she came to the door rather than just call."

Chloe wasn't stupid or ditzy. If anything it was just the fact that we were in a luxury hotel and she didn't know the difference between it and a normal motel. Still, she had a point, if the staff wanted to check on us, they wouldn't have just shown up at the door.

"Did she do or say anything strange?"

Chloe shrugged. "Other than showing up like she did, no."

I nodded just as Erin returned with the remains of my shirt. She began binding the woman.

With Chloe still pressed to me, my urges were quickly gaining ground. I would soon have her stripped down and doing the dirty if I didn't get some control. I needed to think and that meant letting Chloe go. Something I was reluctant to do.

Finally I just walked away and went to the bathroom. I splashed some water on my face and let myself cool down. Chloe followed and watched from the doorway. When Erin was finished tying up the woman, she joined Chloe.

"Ral, are you okay?" Erin asked.

I nodded and then shook my head. "I'm relieved you two are okay." That was only part of the truth, and Erin called me on it.

"What about this morning? What happened between you and Renée? Michael had said you didn't seem to have any control."

I couldn't look at them. I knew if I did my urges would return and I had to deal with the mystery woman first. "I don't know what that was about, but I'm okay now."

I went over and sat on the closed toilet. Erin came in and started to reach for me. I pulled back and finally looked at her. I didn't understand why, but she looked so delectable. There was no difference between how she had looked before and now, but I knew that if we made contact I would lose it.

She dropped her hand and felt a touch dejected.

"Erin, I'm sorry. If she hadn't attacked," I waved toward the doorway indicating the woman in the other room, "I would be happy to take you and Chloe right here, right now."

She squatted down, putting her eyes level with mine. "I know, Love. You're having difficulty. Let me ease your body so your mind can work."

Chloe continued to stand in the doorway watching Erin and me. Apparently Erin had told her what had happened between Renée and me earlier because she said, "If you need us. We're here Master."

I looked at her, my eyes instantly drawn to how her breasts pressed to the fabric of her top. The pink material barely contained her breasts, stopping just below them. Her skirt was also short, showing off as much of her shapely legs as possible. Chloe was my one true nymphomaniac. She dressed to tease and would strip at the drop of a hat, or my pants.

The part of my brain that wanted them was screaming for the feel of their flesh. Another part still worried about the woman in the other room. I couldn't quell either one.

Renée broke through my conflicted mind. "Ral, I've called the store in Texas. Everyone is heading to their designated hiding places. How are Erin and Chloe?"

"They're fine..." I said mostly under my breath.

Erin looked at me, confused. "Who's fine?"

I looked at her. She was beautiful. Sexy. Stunning. Intelligent. All the things I preferred in women. I couldn't think. I couldn't concentrate. I was too far gone. "Renée is asking about you..." I finally got out.

Erin's eyes shifted. I knew my girls could communicate with each other too, thanks to me being the hub, but I didn't listen. Since I had lost her attention, I turned to Chloe. She stared back at me. I could feel her growing desire and my mind roared. "She's ready! She wants me! Take her! Take her now!"

I didn't remember doing it, but I stood up and crossed the bathroom. I didn't just hug or embrace Chloe, but picked her up by her waist and pulled her to me. She was a feather in my hands.

Chloe reciprocated, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck as she pressed her hot lips to mine.

Instinctively, I walked us to the master bedroom. With Chloe still holding onto me I crawled up onto the bed. She let go enough to lie back on the blankets, but she kept her lips pressed to mine.

I was reaching up under her skirt, feeling for her. I pushed her panties aside and rubbed her, spreading her juices everywhere. She was a fire down below and I would douse it with my own fluids.

She reached down and began working to get my pants open. Once they were, I pulled my fingers away from her and she guided my raging boner into her.

Pressed completely into Chloe, my mind cleared enough for me to understand what was happening. I couldn't argue with the fact that I needed it. All I could do was finish.

Looking down at Chloe writhing below me, I remembered what Renée had told me. "We all want to marry you," and I could see Chloe wearing a veil, a white choker, her dressed bunched around her waist and her sexy thighs encased in white stockings. My heart soared. I leaned into Chloe, putting so much more than just animalistic need into our coupling. She, like the others, would be my wife. If not legally, then, at least, in our minds. I kissed her again, but with more passion, more love.

Chloe melted into me, around me. I could feel that she felt the difference. She knew it wasn't just me rutting around in her, but me giving her what was really me.

It had happened with only one other. Nadia and I had merged a few times as we made love. It was as if we were one body, one mind. Our union was as perfect as it could be. Now I felt the same with Chloe. Her mind, her thoughts, desires, emotions and dreams were mine, and all those same parts of me were hers. We were sharing on a much more intimate level. So much deeper than we had ever shared before.

There wasn't just physical joy, but the emotional exaltation of knowing with all your soul that nothing would ever come between the two of us. It had been the same with Nadia, though still different.

We moved in perfect concert. Our kisses, our thrusts couldn't have been better. Hands caressed the areas the other needed caressed. Chloe came many times. I knew she would and I reveled in the knowledge that it was me that brought her. When my climax hit, we both bowed our bodies, but still maintained as much contact as possible. We bent around one another, flowing with the phenomenal connection that we had.

Slowing to catch our collective breaths, I looked around knowing Erin probably wouldn't be far away.

I wasn't wrong. She sat on the edge of the bed. Her expression was a jumble of emotions. I could feel each one yet knew how they mingled and jostled each other. She was worried about the news she got from Renée, worried about the woman in the other room, worried about me and this new development I was going through. She was also a bit jealous that Chloe and I had found that perfect rhythm that all my girls sought but she was also delighted by the fact that I would soon be in her arms too.