A Dangerous Man

The last man, the one who was holding Natalie, released the young woman and started to sprint down the alley. He wanted nothing to do with the intruder. The man from the bar chased the last assailant down in a matter of seconds, sprinting at an incredible speed. Tackling the third hoodlum, the rescuer stood up, grabbed the attacker by an arm and a leg. He pulled the thug up over his head, and astonishingly threw the attacker against a dumpster seven feet away. The last attacker lay crumpled on the ground like the first.

With the fondler lying unconscious just feet away from Natalie, the man from the tavern walked up to Natalie. His eyes with his penetrating gaze stared into her soul. He reached up and delicately pulled the cups of Natalie's bra back into place. Then, still looking into her eyes, he started buttoning her blouse back up as he asked, "Are you alright? They did not hurt you, did they?"

Instead of replying to his question, Natalie asked as though the whole incident never occurred, "How the hell did you get into my head." She backed away and took up a defensive posture.

The man smiled at her, his face radiated assurance, care, and tenderness. He didn't look dangerous at all, which was alarming in itself. "I am truly sorry; it is a talent of mine. I was hoping you might have enjoyed the little encounter."

Natalie blustered, "Um, uh, I guess, maybe I did. But, you had no right to screw with my head that way. No right at all."

Still gazing in her eyes, the man sounded contrite, when he said, "My deepest apologies. If I have given my lady any offense at all I deeply regret it. That was not my intent whatsoever. I sincerely beg your indulgence."

Natalie couldn't help but put on a smile, the man was doing it again, only this time her was messing with her head by pouring on the charm. She couldn't help herself, she giggled: it was from all the tension of her near death, near rape, experience-or so she hoped. She told the man, "You sure talk funny," but she doesn't mean it in a bad way. If anything, she found it alluring.

The man gave Natalie a radiant smile, "Again, I beg your pardon. I do not get out all that much; I easily fall back into old habits of speech." Then he offered his arm, "May I be so bold as to offer myself to you as an escort, to see you safely to your destination?"

Natalie knew she shouldn't, but she took the man's offered arm. Without much thought she points down the alley; "I need to go that way."

The tall man responded, "Superb, I shall be able to enjoy your company for how ever short our trip may take." Then he added, "My name is Armand, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance. How may I address you, pretty lady?"

Natalie blushed, she told the man, "Um, Natalie. My name is Natalie Miller."

"Ah, a name that is such music to my ears." replied the man. "What a wonderful thing, your parents giving you such a delightful name."

Natalie knew she was being vulgar when she asked again, "How the hell did you fuck with my head the way you did." She blushed at her words, they had just slipped out.

Armand turned his head to look at Natalie as he grinned, "Just think of it as hypnosis. Although, what I do is just a catalyst, the details of what you experienced were entirely your own construct. You created the situation in your mind, whatever it was that happened."

Natalie gasped, "You've got to be shitting me?" She suddenly remembered thinking about how she wouldn't have minded him throwing her over a table, although, there was less throwing and ravaging. But not that she minded any of it.

Armand chuckled, "Now, that is an interesting phrase. If you meant that I am trying to pull the wool over your eyes, I assure you, what I said is completely truthful."

"So, the whole scene of us dancing, you having your hand up under my skirt and touching my ass, what happened on the table? All of that was my own imagination?" asked Natalie.

"Yes," replied Armand, "Except that my talent allows it to be more real to you than a simple day dream."

Then Armand grinned slyly, "The table, now you have my attention. You have piqued my curiosity. What, may I ask, happened with this table you mentioned?" He added carefully, as if an afterthought, "I assure you what happened to you IS what you wanted to happen. Am I wrong?"

Natalie blushed, "Oh, hell. I was imaging all that? Crap, I've swear that I have never had such slutty thoughts before. You were roughly taking me right on the table of the back booth. Everybody was watching." She gasped, "Why am I telling you something like that!" she gasps, unable to look him in the eyes suddenly. She pulls hand away from his arm, but he continues to hold it out.

Armand faked surprise, "I have no idea. By saying I took you, am I to assume that there was some form of copulation happening?"

Natalie, mortified, nearly shouted out, "I don't want to talk about it!"

Armand grabbed her arm with his free hand and gently gave her arm a squeeze. "I will totally honor your wishes, Natalie Miller. The topic is closed."

They walked along in silence for a while. Her cheeks wouldn't seem to stop burning, but she couldn't ignore her curiosity. "So, this hypnosis thing, how do you do it?" she kicks at a can on the sidewalk left by a indigent. It bounces over the concrete before falling over the edge of the gutter with a clatter.

"I am not sure I can tell you," stated Armand, "It is not that I do not wish to tell you, I am not sure how it works myself to be perfectly honest with you. It just happens, especially when I catch the gaze of a delightful young woman like yourself."

Natalie stopped dead in her tracks, "How many women have you done that too?"

Armand gazed in her eyes again, "Not many-very few actually. I only use my gift on women I'm extremely attracted to, women of such stunning beauty that a man's knees go weak at just a glimpse, someone like you"

Natalie felt herself blush down to her toes. "You sure have a slick way of talking, Armand. Are you trying to seduce me?"

Armand chuckled, "No, you've only just made my acquaintance, but to be honest, the thought has crossed my mind. Nevertheless, I can ensure it was only once or twice, I am not that forward."

Natalie giggled, "You are impossible. You're right; we don't even know each other."

Armand glanced away, he quietly inferred, "There is a simple way we can change that situation."

Natalie gasped out, "Armand!"

The man looked perplexed, "What?"

Natalie blushed, "Were you suggesting..."

Understanding dawned on the man, "Oh! No! I was going to suggest that we start seeing each other. Start dating."

Natalie let out a sigh of relief; she would never have allowed the man into her apartment, especially with such a suggestive comment. But, the man simply exuded sex appeal. She found herself becoming aroused just by walking and talking with the man.

Natalie stopped. Armand stopped too, pulling her arm from inside the crook of his elbow. Natalie turned and looked up at the man, studying his eyes. She announced, "Well, here we are. I'm home."

Armand grimaced, "So soon. Our time together was entirely too short. Could I interest you into going out and finding a late night snack? Maybe a cup of, what do you Americans call it, java - coffee?" Then he added grinning, "I love the drink you call mocha."

Natalie smiled up at the man, again studying his intense eyes. "Yes, I think I'd like that. There is a Starbucks just up the street; I think it's still open."

Armand held out his arm once again to the girl. Given his age, she was barely a toddler. Even given his vast experience, he was on slippery ground; he had no idea how to date an American girl this day and age.

Natalie took the man's arm again as the couple walked up the street to get some coffee.

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Three weeks later, Natalie was at the door of her apartment, once again standing with Armand, kissing him passionately. He began kissing her after about the third or fourth date as he would drop her off at her apartment. All their dates occurred within walking distance of where she lived. Armand didn't drive. Interestingly, Armand had never taken her to his home.

After a lingering, passionate kiss, Natalie looked up at her handsome suitor; she stared into his depthless eyes yet again. She never seemed to be able to find the true depths of Armand's character. She coyly asked, "Would I be too forward by asking you in?"

Natalie was more than ready to take their relationship to the next level. It seemed that Armand was much more reserved than she expected—especially after her day dream at the tavern. Since she had been dating the tall man, there had been no repeat of the event that bordered on the paranormal.

Natalie dated the man several times a week since the night he rescued her from the would-be rapists. She had introduced her new love interest to Tasha, which she discovered was a mistake; her shameless friend tried hitting on the man right in front of Natalie. She was going to have a long talk with her Slavic friend. There were just some boundaries that shouldn't be crossed, friends or not.

In answer to her question, her insinuation, Armand answered, "Only if I can do so, and protect your virtue at the same time."

Natalie gave her boyfriend a demure look, "Well, what if I don't want my virtue protected?"

Armand, with a surprised look on his face; actually looked conflicted, he just said, "Oh." Armand could think of nothing more appealing to him than making love to this delightful creature. But, he didn't want to move to fast. Then again, what was it the bible said, 'The sons of gods, found the daughters of men to be delightsome.' It was something like that.

Armand had fallen deeply in love with the young Miss Natalie Miller, and would love nothing more than to explore the young woman's lovely body. It was just things seemed to be moving so fast for the man. He hadn't involved himself with a pretty lass in nearly a decade. The last girl he dated seemed to move things along quickly too. He was just going to need to get used to these impetuous American ways. Of course, from what he heard, Europe was even worse these days.

Armand looked at the girl with a degree of insecurity. Natalie was touched that the man she initially labeled dangerous and to be avoided at all costs, seemed to be so shy—so old fashioned. It was almost as though the man had stepped from the pages of a Jane Austin novel. Natalie coquettishly drew circles on the man's chest with her index finger, she stared into his eyes and stated, "You don't have to; you can come in another time."

Armand stammered, "No, no, nothing would please me more than for me to enter your abode for a, um, visit."

Natalie grinned and commented, "Whew, for a while I was beginning to think you might be gay." She giggled and started unlocking the door.

She opened the door; both of them moved quickly inside. She closed and locked the door, turned around, and literally jumped into the man's arms. Natalie knew she was being forward well beyond propriety, but she didn't care. She wanted Armand, and she wanted him right then.

Armand pulled the girl into an embrace. Despite Natalie's beliefs, the man was an accomplished lover, and he was completely heterosexual. He had more practical experience than dozens of men. That said: he never left a woman jealous due to the long periods of time between his relationships.

Armand had known scores of women throughout his existence, living with most of them over their life span. He was sure the movie Highlander was written about him; of course without the whole sword thing.

Even with the numerous women he lived with since his early days, Natalie seemed to be one of the most delightful, the most charming; she the prettiest in a long line of lovers.

It had been nearly a century since Armand had allowed himself to fall so hopelessly in love though, losing his women to old age, accident, or injury over the years exacted a toll on the man.

He wished he had the luxury to change them all. Speaking of changing, he had to wonder, was this young girl the one. The one he would actually take as his lifelong companion? He was talking his life, not hers. If he did, would the girl be happy with what that kind of a relationship it would entail?

Armand had turned two others in his lifespan. One was a soldier friend that he couldn't let die. The other was a child whose illness melted his heart. He only had one left; only one turning he could count on. He had to be 100% certain before he subjected Natalie to all that the changing involved. To try for four turnings would most likely leave the recipient dead.

The couple immediately found each other's mouths. Fingers dug for buttons, hands pulled clothing away, skin was found and stroked, and garments flew in all directions. Both Armand and Natalie were completely aroused, both were ready for action.

Armand knew that the girl expected his lips and mouth to be warm. He concentrated in his mind until his lips became heated. He was careful not to make them too hot; he didn't want to burn the lass.

The two of them stood inside the entryway to the apartment, naked, kissing, stroking each other's skin. As the couple's tongues began to dance from mouth to mouth, Armand reached down and cupped Natalie's naked cheeks-kneading them, massaging them, as he delighted in their softness. He knew from the description of her daydream that she would enjoy him handling her bottom.

Natalie let out a low moan into Armand's mouth as he grasped large handfuls of her bum. His cool hand felt so wonderful on her naked skin. In the back of her mind she began to wonder why the man never felt hot, or ever pleasantly warm, his touches, his skin always felt so cool. At least his lips were delightfully hot.

Armand broke the kiss and started to kiss the girl on the side of her neck. He nuzzled her ear, taking her lobe into his mouth as he gently sucked on it. Then he ran his tongue lightly around the curves of her ear with Natalie trembling in his arms in response.

He kissed lower, around her neck, up under her chin. The young woman was delightfully warm; she was so soft everywhere he touched.

Natalie could feel herself getting wet between her legs in anticipation; she felt a drop run down her thigh. The man's kisses were sublime. She felt herself shiver over and over, not from the cold, but from the feelings of delight as he kissed down her chest, heading for her full breasts. Her brown nipples were hard and protruding, looking like erasers on a first grader's fat pencil. Her areole was hardly visible; they were pulled in to form her large hard nipples.

She gasped and moaned as the man's wet kisses crossed the upper borders of her breasts. His hand formed around them, massaging them, kneading them, as his mouth hungrily sought out and found her nipples. Natalie stood naked and trembling as her lover gave her boobs fabulous attention.

Natalie gasped out, "Oh god, Armand, please, I can't stand it anymore! I need to feel you inside me."

Armand with his mouth still on her lovely breasts, suckling her nipples, scooped up the girl and carried her as though she was no more of a burden than an empty laundry basket. He carried her from the entryway, down the hall, back to the girl's bedroom. He gently deposited her on her bed where the man moved from her lovely breasts down her shapely body.

He planted warm, wet kisses on her ribs, and then all around her diaphragm. He kissed down onto her tummy, reaming her belly button with his tongue as he descended down her body. He took minutes to kiss her on the soft part of her tummy, below her belly button and above her neatly groomed thatch of brown pubic hair.

Natalie's hips gyrated along with her shoulders as the man's kisses announced his intentions. His mouth moved into her lovely nest of hair and he kissed her mons, and then he began pulling strands of pubic hair with his mouth. He could feel the young woman tremble from the exotic nature of the act.

Switching his track, he moved down and gently pulled Natalie's legs apart. He started planting hot kisses on her inner thighs, slowly working his way up her legs, her glistening pussy the object of his intentions.

Natalie moaned out loudly, the sound spanning two octaves as his mouth grazed over her lips. Armand sucked her left outer lip into his mouth as he gently suckled it, taking the juices coating it into his mouth, heedless of the hair covering it. He worked her lip up and down, and then moved to the right outer lip and repeated the process.

Natalie hadn't had that many lovers, and only one of them had been willing to go down on her. Natalie was sure that Armand knew exactly what he was doing; she was also sure that he was enjoying loving her with his mouth as much as she was enjoying begin the recipient.

With the outer lips sucked clean, Armand moved inside. He sucked Natalie's fluffy labia inside his mouth, sorting them, splitting them with his tongue. Natalie arched her back and cried out from all the attention, she gasped out, "Gawd, Armand, that feels so fucking incredible."

Natalie squirmed on her back as Armand's warm mouth grazed through her lips. He licked, kissed, and sucked her pussy, driving her passion to a peak. She gasped and then moaned as he inserted his two middle fingers up inside her vagina, quickly working them in and out of her dripping pussy, giving her a marvelous finger fucking. His other cool hand was on her warm tummy, massaging her gently as he devoured her lips.

Armand gently curled his fingers up behind her pubic bone and began lightly massaging her G-spot. At the same time, he moved his warm, almost hot, mouth up to form a seal around her swollen clitoris. He sucked the structure into his mouth as he teased her love button with his tongue. He continued massaging her G-spot at the same time as he slowly coaxed her orgasm to come out from its hiding place.

He succeeded. Natalie howled out in delight as she felt her vagina squeeze around Armand's fingers. She felt spasm after spasm ripple up and down through her love canal. Spasms turned into waves of pleasure as they explode though her body. She began to writhe on the bed; her back would arch and release, then arch up again as though she was being pulled up by an invisible rope.

Natalie's head shook from side to side as her mouth hung open emitting low moans and quaint little squeaks. Her thighs were shaking out of control, trembling, trying to snap together as the intense pressure built and released repeatedly inside her vagina. As far as orgasms went, Natalie rated the one she was having as a ten.

Regaining her composure, without losing her aroused state, Natalie whispered, "My gawd that was nice! Fuck me, Armand. I need to feel you inside me. Please fuck me." She squirmed on the bed, wanting her lover to pleasure her more.

Armand moved to the side of bed where he threw his legs over the side so he could sit. He tugged on Natalie's arm and requested, "Come here, sweetheart. Come and sit in my lap."

Natalie rolled over onto her hands and knees and crawled to the man. She looked down at his hard shaft. Totally astonished, she exclaimed, "Armand, you're huge! Is that going to fit inside me?" Armand's long cock was sticking up; it was ten or eleven inches long, and it was over an inch and a half in diameter.

Armand pulled the young woman into his lap, his cock riding up her butt crack. He whispered, "Sit on me. You can decide what you can take inside you and what you cannot."

Natalie looked dubious, the thing looked bigger than she could handle. She never took a boy, a man, to her bed that had been so well hung. Josh Tankersley was the biggest, and his wasn't more than seven or eight inches. Natalie was just glad she was so wet from her orgasm.