Guardian Girl (The Chronicles of Staffordshire) (37 page)

Rory got the hint. “Oh, you don’t want your fucking desk messed up? Is that it?”

“I am warning you, Rory St. Cloud! Do not fuck me on my desk or I will kill you! I swear I will kill you!”

Rory lunged forward and arm-swept the contents of Lenore’s desk, showering the floor with legal papers, correspondence, and a no-longer-functioning, $400, multi-line desk phone. Lenore made an appropriately token attempt to dodge past Rory, running closely enough to let him wrap his arm around her waist and pick her up, delivering her forthwith –– and gently — to the desktop.

Rory placed Lenore on all fours on the elevated surface, pressing her face and tits firmly into the polished desktop. He climbed up and mounted the bitch from behind, hunching over her ass and humping her for a flaming, eight-minute-long mini-fuck.

“Oh! Rory! Yes! Huh! Huh! Are you… Huh… enjoying… Huh... Fucking the two million… Huh… Hag… Huh… on her desk?”

“Your pussy isn’t
worth
$2million dollars, hag! It’s worth
more
! I got your pussy at a
discount
…”

When temporarily sated, Lenore lunged forward mid-stroke and rolled over. Rory bent to immobilize her. She sucker punched him in the chest, knocking the wind out of her aggressor. Lenore fell off the desk and ran from the office, racing around the living room, darting toward the stairs to the second floor.

Lena licked chocolate from her fingers as Lenore approached the line judge’s perch. “Care for a little pick-me-up, Freaky?” she offered.

Huffing and puffing and drenched in sweat, with Rory’s cum glazing her thighs, the super-attorney stopped and mopped her brow with the back of her hand, pushing her soaked hair out of her face. Lenore leered at Lena, grabbed the back of her roommate’s head, licked Lena's cheeks and neck, and then forced the Wild Child into an erotic, open-mouthed kiss. They licked furiously, then Lenore stepped back and stole two, large squares of melting chocolate from her lover’s hands. Lenore shoved the chocolate into her mouth, smeared it across her lips with the back of her hand, and scampered free just as Rory arrived.

“Well, now!” Lena exclaimed. “Gotta try THAT again sometime!”

Rory cut across the room, hurdled the couch, and snagged Lenore by the arm at the foot of the staircase.

“Get down on your knees, hag! DO IT NOW!”

“OR WHAT?”

“Or I won’t make love to you for a WEEK!”

“Ohhhhh… The billionaire thinks he can tell the supermodel HAG what to do, does he?”

Rory grabbed Lenore’s shoulders and shoved her to her knees. “Suck my cock, hag!”

“Ohhh… So the billionaire wants me to suck his cock! Is that it? The billionaire is so desperate he wants a HAG to suck his cock? How pathetic!”

“Suck it, hag! Suck it
now
!”

Lenore obeyed, smiling, staring into Rory’s eyes the entire time.

It would cost plenty to repair in the morning, but from Lena’s vantage point it was a delightfully masturbatory fantasy. She came. Twice.

His cock mildly satisfied, Rory picked Lenore up under the arms and tossed her into the air. She screamed, laughing like a child tossed by Daddy. On her way back down, Rory grabbed Lenore by the ass. She wrapped her legs around his waist and taunted.

“And what are you going to do now, eh horny bastard? Do you still think you can handle THIS?”

Rory carried Lenore over to the large leather chair and dumped her ass. Pinning her hands to the armrests, he called Lena over to help him spread Lenore’s legs and keep her target open.

“Do you two think that raping me will help? Just try it! I will show
you
two who is a fucking hag! You will get
yours
Malena Sardi!”

Lena stuck out her tongue and returned to her appointed seat on the sidelines. “Good luck, Freaky. I have St. Superman on my side.”

Rory filled Lenore again, suggesting playtime should soon end. He coupled gently with Lenore, more sweetly than at any time during the battle royal. They joined with each other, grinding and wriggling. The experience wore out the she-devil and offered her the gentlest affirmation of her boyfriend’s burgeoning devotion.

“Ohhh… Rory… Yes… Ohhh yes. Ohhh… Te amo, Rory. Te amo tanto, mi amor…”

The sensation of Rory’s cock filling her, of their sweat blending, their bodies becoming one flesh on the night of their fated meeting, power washed Lenore’s filthy tongue. She moaned quietly, squirming seductively, pawing and scraping Rory’s back, digging into him with her nails. She grabbed at his ass to guide Rory and take him at her own pace.

“Sí, mi amor… Lento y suave, Rory. Te quiero en mi coño…”

When Lenore finally appeared more horny than harried, Rory finished off with fire, picking up speed to take Lenore to a muscle-jiggling climax. He flushed Lenore’s cunny with a second, smaller load of baby batter. He lingered, packaged snuggly in Lenore’s box, adoringly kissing her face and neck.

Removing himself while the supermodel shook, Rory picked her up around the waist. He carried Lenore’s limp body to the couch and sat, draping her across his lap.

“I might need a little help here, Lena. After all the destruction this tigress caused, I think this she needs a thorough spanking.”

“I will show YOU who is a tigress, Rory St. Cloud!” growled the hag.

“Glad to oblige,” Lena added.

Lena grabbed Lenore’s arms and held them straight out past the end of the couch.

“Ooooh! Fuck you, Lena Sardi! When I get my hands on you…! You bitch! I’ll…”

“You’ll what? Hags can’t do anything to superheroes.”

“AAAAAAHHHHHH LEEEEEENAAAAAA!”

SPANK!

“OUCH! Rory! Stop that!”

SPANK! SPANK!

“Rory St. Cloud! You stop!”

SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, GROPE!

“OUCH! RORY!”

“Yes, my beautiful, seductive, amazing future-wife?”

Lena winked at Rory and released her grip, moving away to the big, comfy chair.

“Rory…? Rory St. Cloud…? What did you just call me?”

“Oh, you mean...” Rory turned Lenore over, pulled her up to a seated position on his naked lap, penis erect between her clenched legs. He fixed on her eyes. “…beautiful, seductive, amazing…?”

Lenore smiled. “No… I think I heard that part clearly. At least it was not,” Lenore grimaced, “‘hag.’ I mean the other part.”

“Ohhhh… You mean, ‘Yes, my…’”

“RORY ST. CLOUD!”

“Ohhhh! You mean, ‘future-wife’?”

Lena relaxed in the large, overstuffed leather chair. With her legs spread and dangling seductively over the arms, massaging her puss with one hand, Lena consumed the last few, un-crushed bars of dark chocolate. “Oh brother,” she groaned, rolling her eyes. “Here come the tears.”

“Yes! Rory!
That
part! Do you really love me that much, Rory?”

“Lenore, dear, I thought we got well past that part
before
the sucking, fucking, crying, fighting, breaking furniture part?”

Lenore laughed and rested her head against Rory’s chest. “But Rory… Can you really love someone who is as big a mess as I?”

“Lenore, you have no idea how much of a mess you’d be marrying.”

Lena interjected from the line judge’s perch. “And somehow, I think the two of you are messed up enough for all of us. So Auntie Lena will just sit on the sidelines and provide the comic relief from time to time, okay?”

Lena threw her hands into the air in, “Hold the presses!” fashion. “Oh yeah…! And let’s not forget about that whole, ‘fucking my girlfriend’ agreement, okay? I’ll be happy to provide you two with active marriage therapy whenever you need it.”

Lenore patted the couch. “LENA, you vixen! Get over here!”

The tennis-happy trixie bounded from her chair, bounced onto the sofa, and snuggled up next to Rory. He pulled the girls close. Lena and Lenore nestled their heads on Rory’s chest and he sighed, all battles finally resolved. Wrapping her index finger and thumb around the head of his relaxing, dribbling cock, Lena pumped it for no particular reason at all.

“Well, lovers…” Lena added. “There’s one teeny weeny problem with everything that happened here tonight and it’s not the fact that we just created the second most illegal relationship in the entire state of New York OR the $15,000 worth of damage you two did.”

Lenore and Rory scanned around the room, taking in the aftereffects of all their crashes, bashes, thrashes, and splashes. “Oh my God…” Lenore whispered.

“Well, if it’s not the damage, then what’s the problem?” asked Rory.

Lena looked at them childlike, tilting her head upward and batting her eyelashes. “’Auntie Lena… Now tell us again how mommy and daddy met and fell in love…?'”

SPANK!

Twenty Five

February 25, 1988

Dear Diary,

I am in love! I have found The One! Rory St. Cloud is the most amazing, loving man in the world and he is MINE!

I cannot believe this is happening to me! It is like a fairy tale! For so many years I have wanted nobody but the Wild Child, yet fate put Rory and I together last night at the Rising Stars benefit. I felt like a fairy tale princess the whole night long!

But my blessing is doubled! Rory has agreed to love Lena, too! I will not lose my beautiful Wild Child! Oh, I am so excited! I cannot stop smiling!

I laid between my beautiful Wild Child and my handsome Rory the whole night through. At times I awoke and felt their arms and legs surrounding me, protecting me. As I awoke this morning, Lena whispered into my ear. “When you pick ‘em, Freaky, you really pick ‘em.”

But that is my blessing! I did not “pick” Rory! Fate put us together!

What did I do in my evil life to be given the gift of such giving lovers? With all of the evil I have done to Lena, what did I do to deserve this blessing? I do not deserve Rory. I do not deserve Lena. Yet now I have both!

From the first moment I looked into Rory’s eyes, I knew we were fated. Rory was so despondent, yet when he looked at me I watched his sadness fly away! For once, the curse of my beauty brought a broken heart comfort. But it was not my beauty alone that Rory saw. For the first time in my life I felt as if a man looked beyond my flesh to peer inside my heart. When Rory looked into my eyes, I felt the same sensations I feel with Lena. He sees beyond my facade and is unafraid to journey into the abyss of my blackened spirit. For reasons I cannot understand, Rory seems to love the rotting corpse living within my tempting flesh.

Do I deserve this gift? Do I truly deserve either Lena or Rory? How can someone so vile and sinful deserve such tender lovers? If they only knew all of my secrets. If they only knew the selfishness of my soul, would either still want me?

I am so ashamed. Last night, as the three of us made love, I suffered another attack. My illness overwhelmed me and I behaved as a frightened child. Lena and Rory immediately comforted me and helped me calm. But why did they do it? They could have left me. They should have left me. They do not need my burden in their lives, yet they cared for me as if I was the most precious person in the world. What is it that they see in me? Have I seduced them as I have the other lives I have destroyed? Have I blinded them to my true nature, to the ugliness of my duplicitous heart?

Oh, I do not know what I am saying! I love them both so much! When Rory cradled us I felt as if our dreams were finally coming true. When Rory agreed to love Lena, he lifted my heart. I realize today that even for the beautiful gift fate has given me in Rory, I simply cannot live without Lena in my life. I cannot breathe a single breath unless I begin each day with Lena’s kiss. Lena’s kiss renews my life each morning. Her lips pour the beauty of her selfless soul into my withering sack of bones and I know I can endure another day.

I know why I love them! I love them because they accept me as I am, in spite of my evil soul. But WHY do they love me? They have been inside me! They know I am ill. They love me in spite of my illness.

I must stop doubting this gift! I must simply accept it and live in the joy of Rory and Lena’s love for as long as fate allows! I must show them how much I love them with every ounce of my wretched body!

I love Lena and Rory!

Please God… Have mercy on my evil heart.

With all my love,

Lenore Consuela Maria De La Fuente

Twenty Six

March 19, 1988

Well hello there, Diary. Have you missed me? Feeling lonely? Oh… I still love you! I really do! It’s just been a little tough to write these past couple of weeks. I hope you’ll forgive me. Things have been a little busy.

How so, you ask? (You’re such a nosy little Diary, aren’t you?)

Well, since you asked nicely, I’ll tell you. For starters, I just landed a WHALE for DMJ. It should be $3million-plus by the time we’re done this first round of defense, then another half-mill a year in retainers. I LOVE auto recall cases! (As long as nobody gets killed or horribly disfigured, that is.)