Moonlight bay, p.26
Moonlight Bay, page 26
“Easy boy, it’s all right,” Brohm said, raising his hands up and backing away.
“Mercury, you’re a bad boy.” Emma stepped between them, when a whining sound groaned from the retriever.
She grabbed the dog by his collar. His hind legs attempted to apply brakes on the hardwoods. He was growling at the newcomer while being pulled away. Brohm stepped to the edge of the family room when the tapping from inside the crate began again. The door creaked open, as Emma let Mercury into the garage and opened the exterior garage door. The dog reluctantly went, and then dashed towards the opening.
Brohm was entering the family room. She approached the screen door, unhooked her bra, and tossed the garment in his direction. Brohm turned to see Emma posing with a leg kicked behind her in her best playmate display.
“You want to come?” she asked in a sensual tone with a devilish grin.
She stepped onto the deck in front of the steam floating from the bubbling pool in the hot tub. The edge of the sunset hit the hill on the side of the house. Emma slid out of her last piece of clothing. She stepped into the Jacuzzi. Brohm followed onto the deck, watching her sit back with the bubbles concealing all of his desires. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his fly, and pushed his underwear with the pants to his ankles, exposing his pride. Emma’s smile reflected her delight, brushing away the bubbles that hid the treasure as she opened her knees, inviting Brohm in. He stepped into the tub and leaned on top of her, caressing her breasts as he kissed her deeply. The water’s temperature seemed to increase in intensity when their bodies met.
She closed her eyes and leaned her neck back while she clenched his back. She angled his lips to continue down her neck and onto her breasts. His tongue circled her nipples while massaging her breasts and he began to nibble them. She was pleased when she could feel his arousal against her inner thigh. A moan slipped from her mouth. She grabbed the edge of the tub, slowly raising her wet body from the water and guided his tongue over her stomach. She then sat on the corner of the Jacuzzi until Brohm’s mouth reach Emma’s intended destination. Her back arched while she grabbed her breasts. She could feel the satisfying rush pulsate from her groin and blaze throughout her body. It felt incredible but it wasn’t enough for her. She watched the top of his head between her legs. She grabbed the back of his head, pressing his face harder against her. She needed more intensity and found it when she felt the vibrations from Brohm’s moans.
“Oh, that’s it. Don’t stop,” she whispered, reaching the climax, but her blood raced through her veins and needed more.
Brohm stood out of the water at full mast. His muscles flexed and fists clenched. A combination of moans and growls rumbled from him. He climbed on top of her, kissing her hard and entering her with force. Emma was pleased with every thrust as she grabbed his ass, urging him on to go harder and faster. Brohm’s face was buried into her neck. She heard his groans muffled in the nape as he penetrated harder and deeper. His hands held her hips and guided her.
Suddenly, Brohm withdrew and flipped Emma over. She opened her eyes and watched the reflection of their bodies and the setting sun in the patio door. Brohm took her from behind and pulled back on her long blond locks like reins. She continued to watch the sun vanish behind the horizon. The amazing colors accented her experience of unbearable pleasure. She had never experienced this type of climax and couldn’t stop her moans of satisfaction.
He grabbed her by the hips again and increased the tempo. His grunts became louder until they transformed into growls. Emma moaned with every push, until the familiar sound of her moans disappeared into a gargled growl. The fire burned between her thighs, as Brohm’s skin ignited with heat. She felt his fingers grip her hips and his nails pierce the skin on the small of her back. The pain was amazing and the heat inside her added to the pleasure.
Emma looked down at her fingers. The back of her hand began to pulsate, as the muscles bubbled and hair slowly protruded from her pores. The muscles burned throughout her body with every limb starting to expand. Brohm’s hands squeezed her butt tightly with every thrust. The combination of pleasure and pain seemed to be the answer to her dreams. She glanced back and saw the jaws of the beast snap at the air. Emma’s heart raced as she watched her reflection and saw a snout project from her skull. Her human thoughts faded and all that became important now was the desire and hunger. The black haired beast continued its mounting, clenching the long blond hairs of the wolf-like beast in the Jacuzzi.
The night shadowed the house and the sun no longer defied the shine of the moon. The beasts continued as their howls of ecstasy echoed into the moonlit night.
CHAPTER 32
The soapy water splashed on to the corridor floors while the knitted octopus swabbed over suds from the janitors mop. A ting rang when the man’s boot kicked the pail, dunking the mop for another drink. A cool breeze whisked in from the opening of the front door, nipping at the janitor’s sleeve. Adolfo looked for the entry to the principal’s office. The glass door swung open. Adolfo stood alone with his hands on his hips, glancing over the vacated reception area. His focus turned to the closed wooden door with the black lettering embossed in the gold plate. ‘Miss Lugana.’
The door slowly opened, revealing Carmilla and her assistant in a compromising embrace that ceased once Adolfo cleared his throat. The principal quickly removed Karen’s hand and buttoned up her blouse, as Karen rolled off Lugana’s desk and straightened her dress. Karen looked back to Carmilla for direction. She nodded to her assistant to exit. Adolfo held the door open, anxious to have his word with Carmilla.
“Have a good night,” Adolfo chimed. As Karen strolled by him, he took a whiff of Lugana’s perfume trailing behind her when she left the office.
“So, are you enjoying yourself tonight, Carmilla?”
Lugana sat back in her office chair, buttoning another button on her blouse.
“Adolfo, what a pleasant surprise; and how can I help you this evening?”
He walked along the sidewall with his eyes wandering over Carmilla’s pictures taken with him, Vladimir and the committee.
“It seems to me you enjoy the fringe benefits of your job, Carmilla. Was that part of your assistant’s job description?”
“I would say it’s a perk,” she answered sarcastically, frustrated by Adolfo’s presence.
“A perk and after hours, this vexes me. I’m confused Carmilla, how is she here after hours? Didn’t I enforce a curfew by nightfall?”
“Yes, but the sun has not set yet.”
Carmilla stood, buckling her brief case.
“The sun is setting in fifteen minutes. You’re cutting it close.” Adolfo took the chair in front of her desk.
“We all don’t have your privileges, Adolfo. Besides I live close.”
“But Lara Strovich did not. Why was she leaving school so late Carmilla, or was she another prodigy?”
“What do you take me for Adolfo? For your information, she had detention. While her death is a sinister and horrible event, don’t you dare blame me?”
“Careful Carmilla, mind who you’re talking to.”
“How can I forget? How can any of us forget? The emperor won’t let us. You made this community and now you have your doubts, don’t you?”
“Careful Carmilla, don’t push me.” Adolfo stood in anger, with eyes bleeding to black.
“Down boy, that may have scared me fifty years ago, but I have grown accustom to your antics. If you want to kill me, kill me quick. You have about ten to twelve minutes.”
Adolfo turned towards the door with his eyes morphing back to blue. He opened the door and stepped into Karen’s reception area, before he decided to add one last statement.
“Oh Carmilla, if I do find out you had anything to do with Lara’s murder, there will be consequences.”
Adolfo swung the glass door open, leaving his warning for Carmilla to ponder.
“She was released an hour before sunset. It was a detention,” she shouted, slamming her office door.
Carmilla sat back in her chair, watching the sun sink behind the horizon. She prepared her things for departure, when she became distracted by a metallic ting, echoing from the hallway. She tossed the briefcase aside and abandoned it for the curious sound, and Miss Lugana made her way towards the corridor. The janitor was resting the linen octopus in its metal shell, opening the closet door to lock his equipment away for the night. The intrusion of the high heels puncturing his newly cleaned floor paused his closing for the day.
“What are you still doing here?”
“Excuse me ma’am. I was just finishing up,” he said, blocking the view of his pail and mop.
“Don’t you realize it’s just about curfew? Mr. Menae was just here preaching about how we don’t respect his orders.”
“But Miss Lugana, I was just finishing up.”
“Forget about that, just get home. It’s almost sunset. I’ll lock up.” She dismissed him like her own personal servant.
“Thank you, Miss Lugana,” the janitor said, leaning the stick of the mop against the wall, resting it in the pail as the custodian left for his home.
Carmilla watched the man exit and was about to lock the tools away, when she noticed the lit room in the adjacent office. It was the vice principal’s office. The corner of her lip rose to a grin, unknowingly biting her lower lip when the idea occurred to her. She could feel the blood in her veins race and build between her thighs. A bead of sweat formed on her brow as her inner animal yearnings grew inside her. She began to strut towards Alan Gentry’s office, as she began unbuttoning the top of her blouse exposing more of her assets that helped her win all of her arguments.
Maybe it’s time for a little late afternoon delight, followed by an early dinner. She thought when her stomach began to rumble.
The door slowly swung inward. Carmilla could see Alan at his desk with his chin resting upon a closed fist in deep thought like the statue of ‘The thinker’. He was jotting notes on a paper, tapping the pen on the pad by the small lamp lit at the corner of his desk.
“Well, it looks like I’m not the only one working late.”
Alan looked up from his thoughts, admiring the view of his boss’s figure posing her before him. Alan tried to control his will power and not shift his eyes, but the lace embracing her smooth tan skin that curved downward to the cleavage line was captivating.
“Yes, yes, I thought I would get a little work done this afternoon,” he said, quickly looking down and embarrassed.
Carmilla caught him staring and rewarded him a wanton smile in return.
“Wow, you really do put in your hours Alan. It’s after five and you’re working away. Don’t you have to get home to your family?”
Carmilla maneuvered her body to the corner of Alan’s desk, sitting of the edge and crossing her long legs in front of him to give him a better view. Alan could hear himself swallow when his mouth turned dry, pausing so he could form a response.
“Well, I’m just waiting for my daughter. She should be almost done with detention in the grand lecture room.” He stood as he responded, rounding the chair and taking a step from his lusting desire.
“Of course, I’m sorry.” Carmilla stood and took a step to stalk him to the corner of his office. “I forgot completely about her. I’ve let everyone go in the building and it’s getting late.”
Alan continued to step back, while Carmilla continued to step forward and removing her blouse. He watched the silk garment float to the floor, when his last step backwards met resistance. Alan’s back rested against the wall and Miss Lugana continued the path to her prey.
She pressed her breasts against his chest, leaning into him. Alan could hear the sound of a zipper, then her skirt fell to the floor, revealing her lack of panties. His own arousal was surely noticeable.
“What’s wrong Alan?” Carmilla said, kissing the bottom of his lip.
“Don’t you like me?” she added, nibbling on his chin and rubbing her hand over his crotch to feel his approval.
“Oh, I guess you do like me.”
Carmilla smelled his irresistible odor then began kissing his neck and unzipped his fly, reaching her hand into the opening to get a better grasp.
Alan could no longer resist and his hands began their journey handling Carmilla’s breasts, continuing their voyage over her skin and onto the curves on her ass that he had admired from afar. Carmilla was pleased with his participation. The yearnings inside of her had intensified. She needed to satisfy her desires. The inner urge became an addiction and easing the animal instincts with her cravings was the only cure. Carmilla began to kiss him deep as her hand worked him inside his trousers. She knew she had him as he seized her bare bottom and grinded his hips into hers.
“Fuck me Alan,” she whispered. “Come on fuck me, fuck me hard.”
She kissed him harder with the heat of her skin beginning to burn. The urge was now uncontrollable.
“Come on, fuck me on the desk. How do you want me, from the front or do you want to fuck me from behind?”
Carmilla couldn’t control herself any longer, ripping off her bra and tearing Alan’s shirt. She pulled him on top of her as she lay on the desk. Her legs were open for him; while he sucked on her breasts and explored her body with his hands.
“Come on, hurry,” she whispered in his ear, and his nose nuzzled in the nape of her neck, while he fumbled unbuckling his trousers.
“Hurry Alan, come on. Fuck me Alan, fuck me hard.”
He heard her scream towards the ceiling, when the words reminded him of Emma’s outburst of passion in their bedroom. The thought of his wife while he was lying on top of another woman, returned him to his senses.
Alan, what are you doing? He suddenly thought to himself.
He gently lifted himself off Carmilla, buckling his trousers while stepping back from the desk.
“Alan, what do you think you’re doing?” she said panting.
He couldn’t believe he was refusing her advances as his eyes were in disbelief, admiring the nude figure of the island’s Greek goddess laying across his desk, inviting him to enter.
“Alan, get over here and fuck me if you know what’s good for you,” she yelled in a frantic tone of an addict needing a fix.
“Carmilla, you are so amazingly beautiful, but no matter how tempting this is, I’m married and I can’t do this.”
“What?” she shouted louder than before, watching Alan pass by her to exit the office.
“I’m so sorry Carmilla, but I can’t do this,” he said, having his eyes focused on the door to leave his office with his invisible blinders set away from the beautiful nude temptress awaiting him on his desk. He did not want to see her; he did not want any second thoughts.
“Alan, you get back here now. You get your ass back here and finished what you started.” He heard her yell from behind him, reaching for the doorknob.
“Get back here and give me what I need. Come on Alan, I’m waiting. Please, fuck me hard.” One last gargled shout was heard.
Alan paused from turning the knob, when the strange voice from Carmilla echoed throughout the office. He turned to see Carmilla standing nude, with her back turned and walking towards the outdoor windows. He could see the sweat glisten on her shoulders and drip along the center to the small of her back. Her breathing became rapid, watching her open the window for a breath of fresh air in the dusk light. Her shoulders rose and receded with every breath. Alan tilted to the side to see if he could see her face. He wasn’t sure if she was upset from his rejection or actually ill.
“Carmilla, are you all right?” he asked; taking a step towards her concerned that rejecting a woman who was never rejected, might have sent her over the edge.
He watched her breathing continue when he took another step, until the muscles in her back and behind began to pulsate. There would be no more steps taken towards her.
“Carmilla, is everything all right?” he spoke louder, demanding a response this time.
“You should have fucked me. You should have given me everything I wanted. I get what I want, Alan,” the gargled voice spoke from the nude woman.
Alan was stepping backwards towards the office exit, when he saw the muscles pulsate through her skin like bubbling water and long brown strands of hair protruded throughout her back. The sound of crackling echoed through room. He watched her legs extend, kicking the bones and muscles into the hybrid of canine hindquarters. Her back rose with the arch and long animal ears grew from the sides of her head. Alan tried to cuff his hands over his ears. The cracking noise became unbearable when a half-human gargled scream of pain haunted the office.
“What the hell is going on?” he said, gripping the knob and opening the door, standing in the doorway.
Another gargled scream returned from the fur covered creature that was no longer nude. The head of Carmilla lifted towards the ceiling. The snout of the beast bellowed a deafening howl.
“Oh shit.” The words escaped him in disbelief.
The words caught the beast’s attention, turning immediately in Alan’s direction, giving him the full view of the creature as it snarled its jaws with curled clawed hands, ready to pounce. Alan felt the lock inside the knob and spun the dial. The beast started its lunge and Alan abruptly slammed the locked door, not waiting for the outcome. Alan ran down the hall and around the corner that led to the grand lecture room. As he approached the double doors of the lecture room at the end of the hall, he heard the blast of his office door shattering into pieces from the corridor around the corner in which he came.
Selena was mesmerized by the second hand on the clock, waiting impatiently for the warden to release her from detention boredom. She sat halfway up the risers of the platform seating in the lecture room. The clock ticked five fifteen, well over the two hours she was required to stay, but still no sign of her release. Selena slowly turned to the rear of the room when strange sounds of howls echoed through the halls.
