Victoria's Fall

I eyed her suspiciously. "I would have to say then that I can find the energy. Certainly if I were to be near her again and she made it clear that she wanted me, there would be very little to stop us."

"Good! I'm going to be back shortly. I'll get her here if I have to drag her by her hair. The rest is up to you." She stood and turned to the door.

"Holly?" She looked over her shoulder at me. "I know the two of you are good friends. I just wanted to say thank you for believing that I'm good enough for Victoria."

"You're welcome, Michael. But we here consider you to be a good friend, too." And then she left.

While I waited I pondered how I should be situated when she first she entered the room. I debated sitting up, sitting in the chair, changing to regular clothes, etc. In the end, I realized that this was all foolishness. While I would like to look my best, I realized that she would be most happy just to see me recovered from my injuries.

As the doorknob turned I suddenly remembered my breath. When was the last time I had brushed my teeth? Damn, I swore silently.

"But I don't understand why Breeleigh wants to examine me again when she has already told me I'm fully recovered, Holly," complained Victoria, from just outside my room.

"She just wants too, that's all," replied Holly.

I smiled. Holly was such a terrible liar.

"Well, all right. But, I want to talk with you about why you told Doug not to let me leave the North Pole, Holly. I had hoped that as my friend you would understand..." and the door opened enough that Victoria and I could see each other. "Oh, Holly! How could you?"

"Might I remind you that you did much the same thing to me once? Now get in there, young lady!" Holly gave her a not so gentle push into the room and then closed the door, leaving the two of us alone.

Victoria avoided looking at me, staring down at her hands instead. She wore a black leather skirt, white blouse and black sweater.

"So," I said.

"So," she replied.

Then we both chuckled. She sat in the chair beside the bed.

"So, I did want to say how sorry I was for everything before I left, Michael," she blurted out.

"This is like the apology I gave you? You're sorry for ordering me about to keep me alive?"

"No," she replied in a very quiet voice. "I'm sorry that I didn't send you off because I was too afraid to face Set alone."

"Just like in my father's compound." She tilted her head. "I could have started shooting at my father and his men to distract them while you walked away from the compound. We both were afraid and we both made mistakes. Both of us regretted what we were doing, instantly, and put a stop to it."

"But you were so brave, facing that monster and his giant snake. And you faced your father to save me."

"And you went off to face an immortal faerie alone because you knew you were the only one who would not succumb to his power. You knew everything that he could do to you, because you'd already lived through it once, and you still went back! I think you're brave."

"But..." she began again.

"Shut up Victoria!" She looked like I'd just slapped her. "I love you. You and I have been in a unique situation for a couple. We've been physically intimate before there was any emotional bond. We've both been absolute slaves at the mercy of the other. We've both had absolute power over the other and detested it. I know my father likely did some terrible things to you, because I've seen him do terrible things to other women. I know Set did some terrible things to you, because I've met him and I've seen how evil he was. You've fended off an enormous and hungry serpent with a mere club and that was when I thought you were the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen."

I waited for her response, while I recovered my breath after that long speech.

"You really feel that way?"

"Yes."

"When I climbed outside that ruin, as we were trying to escape the snake, I knew you were planning on sacrificing yourself so I could escape. I saw the projecting stone with all the cracks around it and I climbed up there to drop that stone on the snake and kill it before it could kill you, Michael."

"I know."

"And when the wall crumbled and I was falling, I thought I was as good as dead. So I told you I loved you."

"I only heard part of it."

"I do love you, Michael." She gave me a warm smile and put out her hand. I held it and smiled back at her. "There is one thing I don't understand, though. Set ordered you not to move and yet you attacked him when I called to you for help. I know from experience that his orders trump anyone else's. How were you able to move?"

"The second you asked for help, I moved. I can only assume that it was because I loved you."

"That's what I thought, but couldn't quite bring myself to believe. So what now?"

"Well," I said slowly, "Holly said that you once did something similar to her and Doug."

Victoria looked confused and then a memory came to her and she jumped to her feet, trying to pull her hand from my grasp. "But you're not well enough yet."

"How about a deal, my love? If you can escape my grasp then we wait for a day or two. If I manage to pull you into my bed then we make love."

She tried to pull her hand free with greater effort, smiling at me all the while. "That's not fair, Michael. I want you, too, but I'm afraid you're not fully recovered."

"I'll let you know if I'm not feeling up to something, Victoria."

Suddenly, she stopped pulling away and landed on the bed beside me. "I guess we win either way, then," she said, while lying on her side. She propped up her head by one arm.

"That's right." I released her hand and brushed her cheek. Her dark, brown eyes sparkled as she stared at me. I reached up into her hair and pulled her face close to mine. She seemed a little tentative. "Is everything all right, Victoria?"

"Uhm, I don't know. The last time we were together you were obeying every order I gave you. Part of me thinks you might still be under a glamour or pixelated or whatever the right phrase is."

"That is a problem." I thought for a few seconds. "I have an idea. Stand up again."

She gave me a small smile and pushed herself up from the bed. Her skirt was wrinkled and her blouse and sweater were now a little ruffled.

"Take off your clothes."

"Excuse me?"

"It's all part of the plan, Victoria."

She pulled her sweater off over her head and set it on the chair. "Yes, but you haven't told me the plan, yet."

"All in good time," I replied, enigmatically.

Her smile transformed into a smirk as she undid her blouse. She had a black bra on underneath. That soon was off, as well, revealing her large breasts. I knew I was on the right track because her nipples were already erect.

"You don't mind undressing for me?"

She dropped her skirt to her ankles, revealing white panties. "No, not for you." The panties sank to the floor, revealing a small tuft of black hair.

"So?"

"Sorry, I was distracted. So now you slip into bed with me." I slid across the bed to give her ample room and lifted the sheet invitingly. She raised an eyebrow. "It's all part of the plan, Victoria."

She slid into bed and cuddled up to me, under the covers. She felt soft, feminine and a little cool, but having been under the covers for some time I must have felt quite warm to her.

"I notice that you are ready for some action," she said, reaching down between us and wrapping her fingers around my impatient erection.

I tweaked one of her nipples between a thumb and finger. "And you aren't?"

"I never said I wasn't eager to feel you inside of me. What is the next step of your plan, my love?"

"Order me not to make love to you."

She giggled delightfully. "Now, I'm not sure I want to." She licked her lips. "Michael, do not make love to me."

I put my arms around her, pulling her against me tightly. The look on her face was a combination of surprise and delight at my sudden show of passion. Our lips met and she moaned as we kissed. I ran my hand down her spine, gently feeling each bump and curve.

She pulled my member up between her legs and I felt the moisture leaking out of her pussy bathe the head of my penis. She tried to manoeuvre me in, but she could only get the head past her pussy lips.

As I moved my kisses from her lips to her cheek and then to her jaw, she sighed and then moaned in my ear.

"Oh, Michael, I want you so badly."

I moved my hand to her bottom and squeezed it. Her leg slid up my thigh, inviting my cock deeper into her and imploring my hand to explore more of her curves. I slid my fingers down past her butt and then along the bottom of her thigh. She quivered at my touch. I cupped her knee for a few seconds and then ran my hand back up her thigh until my fingers just touched her labia.

"Oh, please get inside," she begged.

"Not yet," I whispered back to her, between kisses on her earlobe. She let out an animal whine in response.

My fingers stretched across the opening of her pussy and I used them to open her entrance. I thrust with my hips a little and succeeded in pushing in a little deeper. My kisses moved to her shoulder and then her throat.

"Oh, God! Please get inside of me," she pleaded.

I lifted myself and rolled on top of her. Her legs opened wide and I felt her ankles on my thighs, pulling me toward her. Victoria reached down and after a little fumbling, she managed to get the head of my erection back between her pussy lips. She tried to pull me in with her hand, but I resisted.

"Oh, Michael, why are you driving me crazy like this?" She was gasping and quivering.

"I want to hear you say something first, Victoria. Will you be my wife?"

"If I say yes will you fuck me?" she asked between gasps.

"I am going to fuck you to prove I'm not a robot anymore. I just want to know if this is permanent or temporary."

"You picked the God-damned worst time to ask..." I withdrew from her pussy a little. "Okay! Okay! My answer is yes. Wherever you go I'll go with you. I'll be your wife."

I smiled and slowly pushed in right to the base of my penis. She sighed in pleasure as she took a deep breath into her lungs. Her back arched, bringing one of her nipples to my waiting mouth. I licked and tickled it with my tongue, as she held her position and rolled her head silently.

I relinquished my attention on her nipple and raised my head to kiss her mouth again. Her lips responded hungrily and as I withdrew and then thrust in again, she hummed. We kept this position for awhile, our bodies joined at both sets of her lips and our hands running over each other. We both sighed and moaned as we discovered each other's sensitive areas.

But, I could feel myself begin to tire and I knew I had to bring this lovemaking to a climax, soon. I accelerated my thrusting and Victoria's hands went to my biceps and squeezed. Our lips parted as our breaths came more quickly. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest. Sweat beaded on my chest and back. Our breathing synchronized and then matched the pace of my thrusting.

"Oh, God! Oh, God!" she cried out.

Her nails dug into my flesh and I could feel a building pressure that then suddenly released. I thrusted erratically as I felt my fluids pulse down the length of my cock and into her. Her vagina squeezed.

"Oh, God! Two!" she cried out this time.

I held my upper body off of her, but my arms were shaking from exhaustion and strain. I felt her soft lips on my throat, chin and chest. Her arms went around me and I collapsed onto her as she held me tightly. She continued to kiss me gently, as her arms and legs held me tightly in place.

"I...I should get off of you..." I panted.

"I'm fine. You just relax, love. If you fall asleep I'll rest your head on my breast and stay until you awaken." She seemed to have recovered from the orgasm faster than I had.

"Did you cum? Or were you just trying to make me think you did?"

"I came twice, Michael. I've never done that before. I always recover quickly and you're not the first person to think I was faking."

"As long as I'm the last." I summoned up my remaining strength and rolled off of her. Then I glanced over and saw her pout. "Cuddle up. We'll sleep together from now on, Victoria."

"That sounds perfect to me," she said, as she rested her head on my shoulder and draped an arm and a leg across me, possessively.

XXX

We both decided to return to Africa and a month later we found ourselves in the small, poor village where my mother had been born and raised. We were determined to make this world a better place, one village at a time.

Cecee, a friend of Victoria's, had set up a fund for our work and had donated ten million American dollars to get things off to a good start. We decided to concentrate on education and health and the villager's lives did improve considerably with our efforts.

Victoria was known there as the Spirit Lady, due to the infrequent and what were supposed to be secretive visits from various faeries in the region. Her connections with the North Pole also prompted visits from faeries that made their homes in that frigid region. I was known simply as the husband of the Spirit Lady and not as the son of Shakra and I couldn't be happier about it.

Interest was sharpened on our little corner of the world when I made it public that there was an ancient ruin nearby that held a link with Ancient Egypt. It was not long before archaeologists were visiting to examine the site and then arranging more permanent connections with the village. The local national government took a keen interest in the region, for the first time in decades. We were able to persuade them that in was in their best interests to keep the region safe and economically sound.

Victoria and I were safe and happy. I had finally escaped the shadow of my father while she had finally found a purpose.