Chapter 19: Multi-Course Meal

I had been pretty sure that Fiona would have an amazing body, but nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.

Curves.

From the swell, motion and size of her fantastic breasts to the elegant musculature of her taut tummy; from the dangerous transition of her slim waist to the generous and full grace of her hip, Fiona was the utter epitome of sexual desire given form.

There were other men out there who had seen the body I was seeing and they had probably shot off still fully dressed merely from the sight of her. I had a little more control and stamina than that. However, my hunger for sex roared through my body. It was a fire that burned out any reservations that remained in my mind. If Fiona wanted me, she would have me.

It's amusing how often the tone and texture of skin is often compared to various foods, such as cream, milk, chocolate and many others. With the soft lighting and the smooth flawless tone of Fiona's skin, I was reminded of melted caramel. She didn't have any real muscle definition. Even her taut belly seemed to flow into her waist smoother than some of my girls, yet at the same time I could discern the muscles as she breathed.

To say the least, I was in awe. I looked up and understood how well her exotic face fit her yummy body. "I have to say, I've never seen skin tone like yours before..." The urge to touch was there and my hands shook with a fine tremor as I fought it.

Fiona was kind enough to let me drink in more of the sight of her body.

I finally remembered that she had more than just phenomenal curves and extraordinary skin tone and looked back up into her dazzling eyes. She seemed too good to be true. It might have been wrong but I had to know and I asked, "Is that really you or can you alter your appearance, even in subtle ways?"

She didn't seem dejected or insulted by my question. Her smile widened a bit as she answered, "Oh, I can alter my appearance. I like the whole idea of having perfect skin." She ran her hands over her breasts, down her tummy and out over her hips. "What does my skin make you think of?"

My answer was nearly instantaneous, "Melted caramel..."

"Mmm ... Actually my favorite candy."

I grinned, a bad joke on the way. "You don't eat that much of it, do you?"

Again, she either understood my implication of 'you are what you eat' and knew how bad the joke was or simply didn't care. Either way, she smiled more and wiggled her hips as she answered, "Oh no no no. Gotta watch the figure."

For the first time that I could recall, I was biting my lip in anticipation of kissing and sucking on the skin in front of me.

Fiona shifted around and lay on her side next to me. I was on my back and rolled up to face her though I was still covered from the waist down by the bed sheet.

"And you," she said looking over the portion of me still exposed, "Not deeply tanned, but tanned just right. I can't really describe it. Let me guess, you can alter your appearance too?"

I shook my head, losing more and more will to concentrate on what she was saying. "No, but I did change when my abilities first manifested."

"Hmmm... ," she thought as she looked me over again. Her confession that women size up men just as men size up women resurfaced and I had a feeling that she was seeing me with almost the same desire I saw her.

I didn't know why I was still fighting my hunger. I could have just given in and had her. She had already admitted she was willing. Whatever the reason, I just started talking. "I didn't make myself look this way ... It just happened."

She looked up into my eyes and said, "Everyone has a subconscious idea of what they should look like." Then she reached out and touched my chest with just her fingertips. "You changed into this. I'm guessing you weren't quite so defined?"

I nodded, burning with desire from her simple touch.

Her fingers trailed down over my abs. "I'm guessing that I'm not seeing everything that changed," she said with a low contralto that made me shiver.

I just shook my head.

Her fingers push between me and the sheet. I closed my eyes just willing myself to remain still as she touched me. However, instead of just going for the gold, she pulled her hand away, pulling the sheet off me.

I opened my eyes and looked up at her face not sure what her expression would be. The air of the room washed over me and I flexed instinctively.

Fiona had a look of mixed awe and disbelief. "Oh my..."

She was staring at me openly, while biting her lip. I noticed how her breasts rose and fell with her more excited breathing. Her eyes traveled up my body as if tracing me to make sure what she found was actually attached to the same person she had been talking to. "Ral..."

Her hand hovered over me and I ached for her to touch me. Finally, I put my hand on hers and pressed her to me. She gently held me. I ran my hand up her arm, excited by the feel of her baby smooth skin. She began stroking me with a delicate touch as if I was having the same affect on her that she was on me.

However, slow and steady was not what I apparently needed. Another groan escaped me, and Fiona's doe expression shifted to concern. "Ral, if you need to cum, say so..."

I just gazed at her, caught up in the building sensations.

She looked down and watched as her hand slid over my sensitive organ. "I love to watch a man orgasm." Her hand started moving faster. "To see all of his white creamy sperm shoot from him over and over." She moved closer and her handling of my rock hard cock became even more vigorous.

Suddenly she sat up. "I hope you don't mind..." she said but didn't wait for me to respond as she pushed me onto my back and crawled over me. Still on her hands and knees, she stroked me.

I looked down and could barely see what she was doing past her dangling and fabulously round breasts. Looking up, I was presented with a perfect view of the glistening wetness between her legs.

Then I felt the heat of her breath and the soft, wet touch of her tongue and lips. I groaned and reached for her ass. She moved as I directed her, putting a leg on the other side of my head. I then pulled her down by her hips and met her lips with my own.

As fantastic as she looked, she tasted better. I enjoyed going down on all my girls and willingly drank up any fluids they offered during sex. Fiona however was like a drink of fresh water to a man who had just crossed a desert on foot. I simply couldn't get enough. Of course, that could have been my hunger making her seem more desirable but at the moment I didn't care.

If I had any disappointment in what we were doing, it was that she seemed unable to swallow me as completely as my girls could. Still, her excitement and effort more than made up for it.

I held her cheeks in my hands, enjoying the feel of her skin, the way her muscles moved and the pleasant roundness. With my face pressed between them, I inhaled her scent and ran my tongue all over her. Her clit caught my attention quickly, being bigger than what any of my girls had. I sucked on it and squeezed it with my lips. Fiona ground herself onto my face when I did that. It made me happy to know I could bring her as much pleasure as she did me.

I also found that she didn't have a single hair anywhere. Nothing. She was completely bald. That only seemed to encourage me as I lapped not only at her swollen lips, but pretty much anywhere I could reach. None of my girls had shaved themselves. I wondered what they would think of the idea. Again, the idea was a fun one and only drove me to kiss, lick and suck on Fiona more.

The more intense my attention became, the more vigorous she got. It was like our actions not only pleased but also encouraged the other. Soon the soft music was overridden by the sounds of moaning, slurping and wet bodies sliding along each other. It really didn't take that long before I was thrusting up into her hands and mouth, rushing to my own orgasm. Fiona reacted to my actions, as she rolled her hips and pressed herself to my attentive tongue and fingers.

Both of us soon moaned our mutual releases.

I felt Fiona accept some of my cum into her mouth, but then she pulled back and let the rest spray her face. In turn, I kept my face plastered to her crotch as she quivered and shook all over me.

She rolled off me and sat up on her elbows. I rolled over onto my side again, also coming up onto an elbow. Her face and hair were covered with my cum. The smile she had was both astonished and gleeful. After we had both calmed down a bit she said, "You put on one hell of a show..."

I raised an eyebrow, curious by what she meant.

"I've seen men in videos that spray down women with incredible amounts of cum, but I never thought I would actually be with one. I always thought those guys had taken some kind of pill to produce so much cum."

I smiled and shook my head, not sure I was ready to talk just yet.

She watched me for a minute and then asked, "So, how do you feel now?"

I nodded. "Better. There's still a slight twinge, but I'm feeling better."

"A slight twinge?" she asked. Sitting up, she spoke with the same teasing lilt, "Sounds like you've only had the appetizer. Time for the main course..."

I chuckled. "The main course?"

She nodded. "Mm-hmm ... I know I'm ready for more."

I felt somewhat giddy; happy to be with her as much as knowing her willingness to help me. "More?" We both know what more meant so I went on, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure about a lot of things. Like wanting you, like knowing you're going to end up spraying me down at least two more times tonight, and like I'm going to enjoy every minute of it." She moved over me, pressing her body into mine. "The only thing I'm not sure about is fitting every hard, thick inch of your gorgeous cock into my wet little pussy, but I am sure that I'm damn well willing to try," she finished with a luscious smile.

I held her to me, but she reached up to the cart. I watched as she used some of the napkins to wipe my spend off her face.

She looked at the goop on the disposable napkin for a moment. "You taste so good, I hope you don't think me disgusting..." and she pressed the flat of her tongue to the napkin, lapping up the fluid with a single stroke.

I chuckled. "My girls would do the same. Only they usually clean it off each other whenever I shoot one of them like that."

Fiona looked me in the eyes. "And how many of your girls have you slept with all at once?" She continued to wipe cum from her face and lick it from the napkins.

I nodded at the napkin, "If you want to use your fingers, it won't bother me." Then to answer her question I said, "And in reality, I think the most I've pulled off was three. In our shared dreams though, I've taken turns with all of them."

"Your shared dreams?" she asked as she used two fingers to scoop a glob from her cheek and sucked it into her mouth.

I nodded, watching her continue to clean her own face. "Yeah. Part of me wants to sleep so I can see them and another part wants me to get up from this bed and search for Jennifer."

Fiona stopped wiping her face and looked at me thoughtfully. "If Jennifer is one of your girls, your Schiavi, then wouldn't she be included in your dreams?"

"Normally, I would say yes, but one of the Dragons, Leland, did something to her which is what makes me worry so much about her."

Her expression softened. Again, she was sympathetic but this time it wasn't just for me. "What did he do?"

I licked my lips wanting to choose the right words, but there was no other way of saying it. "He removed her soul and put it in that vial I had asked about."

Appropriately, Fiona's eyes widened with shock. "H-How can he do that?"

I knew how. I had gained his knowledge not only of how to remove a soul but how to put it back too. "It's part of his talent with the dead."

"So she's... ?"

I shook my head, not ready to believe what Fiona feared. "No. He says she's in a coma and will stay that way until her soul is returned to her. If he opens the vial and releases the soul though, she will die. I know he's telling at least partly the truth because I can feel her. It's like she's asleep."

Fiona calmed but still wore a shocked look. "Wait, if you share dreams with your girls and she's asleep, then when you sleep won't you see her too?"

I shrugged. "I don't know..." I considered that. If she was asleep because her soul wasn't in her body but not dead could she dream? If she could, would she show up in my dreams? I put it as simple as possible. "If she can dream, then maybe..."

Fiona rubbed her body against mine. "Then we need to get you taken care of so you can get a shower and sleep soundly. If you see her in your dreams then you'll know she's all right. It would take some of the edge off your worry for her. Wouldn't it?"

I held her tightly, not trying to stop her from rubbing against me but more as a hug. "It would help but I would still want to make sure she's put back together properly." I had seen enough of Leland's memories to know what would happen if a soul didn't go back into a person correctly. It would leave her not quite right in the head, as if there was a misalignment that no medicine could correct. Even people with Down Syndrome had better coordination and speech articulation. It was something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy.

I didn't say anything more. Fiona was right about me needing a good night's sleep so I could find out if Whisper was even partially okay. Knowing that my hunger could disturb my sleep, it had to be fed and fed well.

I rolled Fiona over, taking her by surprise. She yelped and laughed at my sudden aggressiveness. "Mmm ... now this is better," she purred as I kissed her neck and jaw-line. I moved up her body and kissed her lips. She opened up for me and our tongues writhed against each other as much as the rest of our bodies did.

Fiona spread her legs wide, welcoming the feel of my hardness pressed against her heated opening. I ground my hips into hers even though I hadn't entered her and she moaned deeply into my mouth. Her hands slid down my back and gripped my butt, helping me to press into her harder. I started humping against her, as if fucking her without being in her. I would have considered it dry-humping but she was too wet and my movement spread her fluid all over both of us.

Her hips moved in tandem to mine, making the motions more exaggerated and apparently driving her closer to the brink. Not entirely sure what exactly my hunger wanted, I was willing to forgo my climax both to watch her writhe in bliss and to find out if her orgasms helped me.

I kissed my way around to her ear, sucked on the lobe and whispered, "Cum for me. Grind against me and let it all out. Soak me down with your cries and fluids. Give in to the carnal gratification and cum..."

She held onto me so tightly I thought I would have to peal my body from hers when we finished. Her hips continued to move but became more and more focused, using shorter strokes. I was certain she was rubbing her clit along my shaft, racing to the raging orgasm I asked for. Then she locked up, her hips pressed up against me, her fingers curling into my butt so that I could feel her nails, and she didn't so much as scream as moan and groan really loudly. It was a guttural call and I could feel the pleasures coursing through her. It fed my hunger. It made me feel better.

Finally she relaxed. I didn't move because I wasn't sure if it would set her off again, potentially too soon. I also knew my girls liked the feel of me laying on them after such a fantastic climax. Something about my weight on their bodies made them feel warm and safe. At least that's what they told me.

Fiona looked me in the eyes. I wasn't completely surprised to find she wasn't quite sated. My girls could go more even if they were with me one-on-one, and something told me that Fiona wasn't a woman who was finished with sex after only one or two orgasms. No, she was more along the lines of a six-or-seven-orgasms-per-session girl.

I smiled at her and she smiled back. "Feeling better?" I asked.

She nodded eagerly. "I've had a few guys do that to me, but I've never come so hard from it."

I continued to smile, enjoying the physical rapture she glowed with. I hadn't thought it possible for her to get any sexier, but I had been wrong. "I want to try something..." I started.

She squeezed my butt with both hands and pressed her crotch to mine with a low groan. "Yes, please..."

"You don't even know what I want to try yet..."

"Anything," she said, her eyes glazing over at the prospect of what was to come.