The Mercy Blank

Authors: Pepperstasia Beaverhausen <gillianinchains@yahoo.com>

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1: Proposals n sech

The Mercy-Blank

author: Pepperstasia Beaverhausen
rating: The most NC-17est thing that ever was, without getting gross
about it
categories: RST, RomCom, lust and mini-angst, Micki and Ryan
alternating POVs
timeline: around mid-season two
spoilers: "Symphony in B#", "Master of Disguise", and random
Lloydness
author's notes and the disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me,
they are the property of some Mancuso Jr.ness that I know nothing
about. The story is all me. The smutbiscuit is baking in the oven,
children, and our terrible twosome are about to rock out with their
cocks out. Word.


~"If I wear a dress/He will never call/So I wear much less/Don't you
like my camisole?"~Vanity 6

I, Ryan Dallion, am doomed to a torturous, albeit uplifted, perpetual state of being. Uplifted as in right now, Micki and I are saying our goodbyes to Jack as he leaves for a two week buying mission in Prague for more uncursed 'curious goods', and I will be alone in the shop with the most gorgeous redhead in white that ever was or will be.
Torturous because I will be alone with her and she is as unattainable as the male multiple-orgasm. Not only is Micki my cousin by marriage, which wouldn't completely be a dealbreaker, but we've gotten into the 'close friends' stage that, as a male, I know tolls the death knell of "never getting some".
It isn't like I haven't tried exploring other avenues; I still attempt to pick up women. I get shot in the proverbial foot every time, because of the work that Micki and I do procuring cursed objects, anytime I get close to a girl I like, she's died.
*Died*. I don't even get dumped, they fucking die.
Leslie was the last girl I slept with, and that was a few months ago. She was an enchanting violinist who got involved with a cursed violin bow and that was that. Dead.
I've been a little gun-shy lately, for good reason. I'm lethal.
Micki and I have gotten a little closer since then, she's a little more affectionate towards me and gives me slightly less shit than she used to. If only she wasn't so incredibly sexy, it would be easier to be completely comfortable around her, if you catch my drift. But no, she's got to have the body like a bolt of lightning, the most gorgeous face I've ever laid eyes on, and possesion of the understanding of something I can't really disclose to any other girl.
How can I really even get involved with anyone else and *not* tell them that a bulk of my time is devoted to tracking down things my uncle (who worshipped Satan) cursed, so that we can spare innocent lives?
Any slightly sane girl would have me committed in a heartbeat.
Therefore, I am clearly doomed. Micki and I stand with an arm around each other's waists as we wave goodbye to Jack, still in what we constitute as PJ's because it's 7:30 in the morning; the picture of friendly comfort and security. I'm glad she can't read the thoughts I'm having of pulling the string of the robe she's wearing and seeing what she tastes like.
Spring isn't helping me out at all, either, because this brings out her white satin robe that never has anything but birthday suit underneath and always inspires instant dirty thoughts. I quickly think of Ernest Borgnine in a bikini to quell the tent that was threatening to rise in my plaid boxers, "Back to bed?" I yawn at her, scratching my head a little.
Micki gives me a sleepy Mona Lisa grin and nods, "Mmm-hmm. I could use at least another hour of beauty rest."
"The last thing you need is 'beauty rest'." I kid her as we make our way back upstairs to our lair above the storefront, "Give the other girls a chance, Micki."
"Nice back-handed compliment, Ryan." She quips, giving my back a friendly shove.
"I aim to please." I say

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God, why does Ryan have to be so adorable? I have to wonder if what I'm feeling is just due to the fact that I've been incredibly unlucky as far as men are concerned, or if it's something else that I can't put my finger on.
My track record with men in the past year has been, in a word, atrocious. I came to the realization that my fiancee Lloyd was an incredible jerk and dumped him, and have since been involved with a man who I thought was a handsome movie star but ended up being a murderous, disfigured man aided by one of Uncle Lewis' cursed artifacts. That was the last man I slept with. Not to mention that the guy I slept with before *him* ended up dead doesn't help make me feel any less defeated romantically.
Through it all, Ryan's been there, with his wisecracks and not-so-subtle come-ons, sweetfaced and stylish, arms wide open for me to run into them in the face of danger. I do this a lot considering we are constantly facing perilous adversity.
It's hard work fighting the Devil. Life-affirming, but with no one to really express the pleasures with, it can wear you down. I keep trying, to no avail, to stop thinking about him, about how kind he can be toward me, yet strong enough in my defense to punch someone out if we need to get away. Ryan's like the human equivalent of Charmin, strong and gentle at the same time. It's hard not to love that.
The two of us have decided that we want to spend a day or two off from artifact hunting and focus on running the store. There hasn't really been anything suspicious in the news, so it only makes sense that we actually try to make some money.
It's a gorgeous spring day. We have the front door open and sunlight is pouring into the shop, causing dust motes to dance in beams of late afternoon sunlight. I'm wandering around with a feather duster, attacking surfaces and objects aplenty when I catch Ryan staring at me from the counter.
"What?" I ask him.
Ryan grins and looks away, "Nothing." he pauses for a couple beats, "It's just..."
I stop dusting and stare him down, "What?" I ask a little more forcefully.
He chuckles, "I can see through your dress."
Oh no. I look down at the thin, white cotton sleeveless dress I'm wearing in horror. "Oh my God!" I exclaim, trying to utilize my arms as best I can for censorship, "Has it been like this all day?"
"It's cool, Micki, it only happens when you step into the sunlight." Ryan laughs. Now that I'm onto him he thinks this is all hilarious.
I glance around the sun-flooded shop and glare at him, "All those customers...they all saw..." I'm at a loss for words, "How *could* you, Ryan?"
"Sorry; seriously, I just noticed a couple of minutes ago." he rushes to apologize, the symbol of sheepishness. Ryan's mouth tries to surpress a grin, "Think of it this way: We'll most likely get some repeat business." He breaks into laughter and I just want to cream him.
I furrow my brows at him in a breathless glare, jaw slack at his unmitigated gall, and huck the feather duster at his head, "You asshole!"
Ryan moves to the side just in time and avoids getting pegged in the eye, still laughing, "Hey, that almost got me! No 'Death by Feather Duster' for this guy."
I just want to wipe that clever little smirk right off his face. I stop trying to cover myself and straighten my shoulders back, devising a plan of revenge. I bite on the corner of my bottom lip and slink into a beam of sunlight, allowing him a devilish grin as I reach up to run my hands though my thick mass of curls, "A couple of minutes, huh?" I breathe out in the most seductive voice I can muster.
That stopped the annoying chuckles coming from his direction. Satisfaction seeps into my vertebrae and I give a glance. Ryan's mouth is hanging open, and he actually gives me an audible gulp.
Oh no, I'm not finished with him yet. This is war, ladies and gentlemen. Little boys shouldn't play with grown women. I'm about to eat him alive. "Did you get a good look?" I ask him, swishing my hips as I make my way through constant sunbeams to close and lock the front door. I flip the sign to "Closed" and brace myself against the handle, arching my back against the door. I'm intoxicated by the power induced by his reaction. He's actually sweating a little. Good.
"Uh, um, it was pretty good." Ryan stammers, "I mean, I liked what I saw...er, oh, that didn't come out right..."
"Cut the crap, Ryan." I interrupt him, "I've noticed you watching me."
"You have?" His voice actually squeaked a little. Adorable. Suddenly, I am very aroused.
"Oh sure. Plenty of times." I arch an eyebrow as the corner of my mouth tugs out a knowing smirk, "So, are you going to *do* anything about this, or what?" I ask, leaning back into the handle and pushing out. I feel so powerful right now, and it's such a turn on.
Ryan moves out from behind the counter and slowly makes his way to me, "Micki, do you know what you're saying? Do you have anything cursed on you?"
I shake my head, "Nope. I'm thinking logically, and I think that it's been a while for you, correct?" I'm still grinning, still pushing my hips in and out with my hands on the door handle behind me, "It's been a while for me, too." I sigh.
Now Ryan's standing in front of me, running a hand nervously through his hair, "Are you saying that we should, uh..."
"I'm saying that it seems neither of us are good for anybody, and that since we do have a certain amount of unresolved sexual tension between us..."
"Wait, you feel that, too?" he interrupts me, smiling.
"...that we should resolve it."
"If it wasn't the early evening, I'd swear I was still dreaming. We can't sleep with anyone else, so let's go ahead and mercy fuck each other?"
"That's what I'm getting at." I tell him, "You can take it or leave it, but I figured I'd make the offer, anyway."
Ryan grips my hips forcefully, stopping their constant motion, and I am doubly aroused, "You're sure you want to do this? Because there's no going back once this gets started." he says in a low, serious voice.
I give pause; at first, I was just playing with him, but now, well, I'm so turned on I don't think I can stop, either. I shake my head, "I don't think there's any going back now, Ryan. It's already out there." I manage out.
He uses his hands on my hips as a lever to pull me into his arms and proceeds to kiss the legs out from under me. Boy, Ryan is full of surprises. He's a kissing maestro, for one. I had no idea. My knees have practically transformed into water under his ministrations; his mouth against mine is soft but firm, and the amount of passion in this is shocking my core. I don't think any man has ever gotten me this excited before. I have no choice but to respond, and I also have no choice but to try to keep my arms wrapped around his neck so I don't melt into the floor.
Yes, there's no going back now, and in the moment, I really don't care.

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I feel like I've been dosed with very good acid, or that I'm in the middle of the hottest dream ever. It all started in a somewhat innocent way; Micki's wearing a very thin white shift and toward the end of the day I became entranced by the fact that her dress was completely see-through in our sun drenched shop, and that she's wearing only a pair of small white bikini panties underneath. She caught me checking out her superiorly amazing body and reacted in a way that caught me completely off guard; she put it all out there on display and actually *suggested* that we just fuck and get it over with.
Yessssss.
So I am now essentially sucking her beautiful face against the front door of the shop with the biggest erection of my life, happier than a pig in shit. Micki has no idea that I am about to blow her fucking mind. I've never been much of a Lothario before, but now I have made it my mission for her to forget about any other man but me. I want to sear her brain.
What can I say? She inspires me to do great things. Reluctantly, I break out of our kiss and take her in. Sweet merciful crap. The sunlight that is still flooding the front windows is silhouetting her entire body through her dress, her wide eyes are dilated and glassy, her lips are purple from our little five or so minute liplock, and above all that, her chest has a soft, heaving rise and fall. She is magnetically gorgeous, "Still good?" I ask her intently. She nods and I take it a little further, "Then turn around and place your hands over your head against the door." I murmur into her ear.
Micki looks at me with an are-you-crazy glint in her eye but complies with my request. Perfect. I reach over and close the shade on the front door so we don't give everyone in the neighborhood a free show and pick up a painted paddle on the shelf next to me. How convienient. I push up the skirt of her dress around her waist at a snail's pace as I kneel behind her to kiss languidly up the back of each of her thighs, paddle in my right hand entwining with thin white cotton fabric. Her breath hitches adorably when I reach her incredibly spankable behind and nip at the bottom right cheek visible below the pantyline.
Oh yes, I have plans: When the most breathtakingly sexy female in the known hemisphere lives and sleeps mere feet away from me, beautifully braless every day of my life for over a year, don't think that I haven't concocted a few fantasies in the old brainpan.
My day has come.
I move back into a standing position and push the dress a little higher to kiss her spinal column on her lower back, and I feel her body start to tremble slightly. "Do you have any idea what you do to me?" I ask her as I kiss my way up her spine, smiling into her flesh as she gasps in appreciation.
"I think I'm *starting* to get the idea." Micki's voice is staggered and breathy, and I think I've got her just where I want her.
I use my left hand to yank her panties quickly down her legs, manage to get them around the white pumps on her feet, and slip them off one-handed. Oh, she's gotta keep the heels on, for now, at least. My right hand still clutches paddle and fabric and my left stuffs the panties into the back pocket of my jeans and is now gliding it's way back up her thighs to her beautifully exposed alabaster ass. This is better than I ever dreamed. Micki hasn't stopped me, hasn't put up a protest, and now it seems she is anxiously awaiting a good spanking.
"Goddamn; you're fucking intensely sexy, and you've been torturing me." I practically growl at her as I shift the fabric of her dress to my left hand and stroke down her right flank with the antique painted paddle.
"I'm sorry." she breathes out, starting to squirm a little underneath me. I'm so hard right now, I could cut diamonds with this thing.
"Don't be." I kiss the ball of her shoulder, and she turns a little so I get a good look at her face. She's the perfect picture of sheer arousal, "Be ready."
Thwap! The paddle hits her ass and she hisses and arches her back, smiling a little. I do it again to the other cheek and am satisfied to get the same reaction. I keep going for a while until alabaster turns a burning shade of red and drop the paddle to floor with a loud clatter, grabbing her wrist and jerking her around to face me again, still maintaining holding her skirt above her waist. We lock eyes, both of us breathing like we just ran a marathon, and I just have to kiss her again. I guess she feels the same, because we attack each other like wild animals, mouths clashing, groping anything availiable. She rips my shirt off me in a second flat and it sails across the room, landing somewhere unknown, and we're back to battling tongues like a couple of French aristocrats. I get her back pressed against the door and kiss down her neck as I finally get to fondle a perfect breast. This is awesome.
"I think your punishment deserves a reward." I groan as I kiss down her chest and belly, working my way to kneel down in front of her, "I just have to have a little taste, if you don't mind."
Micki bites her bottom lip, "Take your time." she smiles a little, her voice shaky.
Oh yes, the carpet matches the drapes, and oh yes, I am definitely benefiting from Micki's love of pineapple juice. She is sweeter than wine, and just killing me with those little noises she's making. Her fingers twine into my hair and tug my head a little more into her as I zero in on her clitoris and swirl my tongue around it, practicing my ABC's. This has to be my new favorite thing, ever. Fuck comic books, to hell with the curios, because my head between Micki's legs is assuredly the way to go. Her breathing goes from quick to rapid and I move a hand down to slip a finger inside. Ooh, she is so close, I can feel her legs trembling like a shaky, newborn doe, and her free hand grasps the door handle to keep her steady as her orgasm hits her in a seemingly powerful way. She lets out a loud, long moan and pounds her fist on the door after slipping it out of my hair. I feel like I've just won a major award. Oh, but we're not done yet.
I help her ride out her orgasm, gently kiss her once more down there, and rise back into standing position, taking her in. Hot Damn.
Micki grins at me a little lazily and giggles, "Wow, you're *really* good at that."
I return her grin with a small kiss, "Are you hiring? Because I could do that all day." I crack.
She takes my hand and leads me to the stairs, "Who knows? I might take you up on that offer." she stops against the newel post and looks me in the eye, "You just have to pass the second part of the interview."

2: Releasing the Awesome: The conclusion

Best Idea Ever. My whole body is singing with life right now.
I clearly underestimated Ryan, which I guess reads typical female. We should all know that when a man is medium-cute, he'll do whatever he can to please you in the bedroom. Never in my life would I have thought that this whole thing would start off with a sound spanking; I honestly didn't think he had it in him.
Oh, but he does, and again, Ryan is a kissing maestro. He made me come harder than I ever have during that act. He's a talented man who has suddenly gone from medium-cute to intensely handsome, and I feel like devouring him right now.
We're standing at the bottom of the stairs, his hand in mine, just staring at each other in for a second or two. I had taken his shirt off somewhere during the process and have to admire how smooth and tone he is, seeing as the man never exercises and lives on a steady diet of potato chips. Holy cow, is that for me? Wow, that looks painful. I give him a smile, place a palm against his straining erection through his jeans, and press softly.
"You're not fucking around with this thing, are you?" I say boldly as he exhales slowly, shaking his head. The hand that's holding mine pulls me forward into his arms and lips and teeth clash upon contact. Ryan grips my thighs and lifts me up and I automatically wrap my legs around his waist as we maintain our frantic kiss. The next thing I know, he's ascending the stairs with ease and racing for the bedroom.
We don't make it that far. By the time we reach the top of the stairs, I can't take it anymore. My mouth trails small bites down his chin to his ear, "I need you now." I practically whimper.
Ryan slams my back against the wall and twines a hand in my hair, pulling it slightly as he focuses on a spot on my neck, "Agreed." he says into my flesh.
I let this happen for a few more seconds then unwrap my legs from his waist and begin the process of relieving him from his jeans. This is hard work, because he's not done sucking on my neck and I have to work on his fly by touch only.
Luckily, I'm a talented girl and now I'm pushing his jeans down past his waist to free his poor erection. It needs company. His pants fall to his ankles along with his boxers and he stops sucking on my neck to rip my dress off my body in one fluid motion and send it floating down the staircase. I move to kick off my heels and he stops me, "No, leave those on."
Okay.
Ryan presses my back against the wall, grasping my breasts with both hands. This sends a thrill of electricity down my spine and into my burning behind. I've become blinded by intense lust. I take this opportunity to caress the length of his smooth, hard shaft with both hands, exploring his physical appreciation of me, massaging a little with my fingertips. Meanwhile, he's focusing his fingers' attentions on playing my breasts like an expert. It's amazing how quickly I've bounced back from sheer satisfaction. I want more.
Maybe it's good that we've gotten so close; he seems to have read my mind and lifts me a little against the wall, thrusting forcefully inside me as he grips my burning ass with both hands, and I suck in a large breath. This feels wonderful; I'm completely filled and it isn't at all painful. This is just yummy and perfect. My nails slash down his back as he keeps his hard, slow pace, shoving my back against the wall with the ease of a ragdoll. I bite a little on his shoulder as I feel a wave of pleasure jolt through my body, and try to keep my breathing even, but that's getting hard.
I place one of my heels down on the ground for better leverage after a few more luxuriously hard strokes, freeing my hips for easier movement, and begin to shove back. Our glazed eyes lock, faces slack-jawed and sweating, "You are the hottest thing alive." Ryan rasps out, fingers curling tightly around my thigh resting on his waist as our hips meet again.
Oh, I'm met with blinded vision and another enveloping orgasm, and my head bangs slightly against the wall as I am overcome. My body is shaking like a leaf, and I dig my heel resting on his lower back into his ass a bit, sending him off in a tailspin of manliness. Ryan grunts like an animal as his mouth latches back onto my neck and picks up his pace, practically jackhammering me into the wall, prolonging my orgasm. I still can't see a goddamn thing; I'm in an entirely different dimension of pleasure right now. Ryan bites hard into my neck upon his own release, bringing a sensation of pain to mingle with my now incredibly long orgasm.
He has efficiently ruined me sexually for all other men. Nothing can compare to this. I'm still shaking uncontrollably, my toes curling and uncurling inside my heels as we finish and he slips out of me. We slump against each other and sink to the floor, exhausted and glistening. Ryan still has his pants around his ankles, but we're mostly naked, now panting like dehydrated dogs with our backs against the wall that we so recently christened.
"Thank you." Ryan finally says to me, "That was beyond belief."
I burst into post-orgasmic laughter, "No kidding. I've never in my *life* had an orgasm that's lasted that long." I giggle, "I'm still trying to process the fact that it just happened."
Ryan joins me in exhausted laughter, "Well, believe it, Lady. You are art, and I am inspired." he says, gliding a palm down my leg, "I bet ya I could do it again, too."
Wow, somebody got cocky.
"Oh yeah?" I find myself breathing out in a huskier than normal utterance.
He raises an eyebrow and nods at me, " I wasn't kidding when I said you were torturing me, and I'm not taking for granted what a lucky bastard I am to be able to please you. I will do it again."
I glance down at his lap and meet him with startled laughter, "Really?" I say incredulously when I notice his manhood back on the rise.
"Do I lie?" Ryan cracks back, shrugging, "So, should we try a bed this time?" he asks me.
I believe I have just unleashed a monster. "Why not?" I sigh with a grin.

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Holy wow. I am one sated, lucky sonofabitch and Micki is a magical giftbag of outrageously awesome sex. We couldn't even make it to a bed, ending up having frantic wall-sex in the stair landing hallway instead.
Good fucking Lord, she's just delicious. I feel like a glutton, because I'm already revved up for more. I've never bounced back this quickly before. I guess I'll just blame that on the gloriously naked redhead in white heels slumped next to me against this wall. Fucking eh, that's hot. Ready to repeat performance, I begin to kiss my way up the side of her arm and help the both of us rise to our feet.
Which is hard for me, seeing as my pants and underwear are still in a nest around my ankles. Luckily, Micki understands my problem and guides me slowly by the waist into her room, exchanging short, lazy kisses with me until we reach her bed. I fall back and land on the foot of it, and she helps relieve me of my shoes and the pants-nest, standing in between my legs upon finishing her task, glowing and beautiful, mussed red curls cascading around her pale shoulders, the most perfect set of breasts rising and falling softly in front of me. Micki possesses the most gorgeous naked female body I've ever laid eyes on, and I subscribe to magazines.
Repeat: I am one lucky sonofabitch.
I grasp her waist and proceed to kiss her belly and hipbones, gently stroking a still slightly red cheek with one hand. Her hands go into my hair, ruffling it softly as she gives a little sigh, reveling in my worship of her. Micki allows this for a minute or so, then without warning grips me by the hair and pulls me back to face her.
"You know, I really should make it up to you," she purrs, "For torturing you, I mean. You didn't deserve it." Micki releases my hair and makes her way over to her dresser, obtaining a black silk scarf from her top drawer. She turns to face me, winding the scarf in her hands, "You still want me to keep the heels on?"
I nod, my little soldier at full attention as I lean back on my forearms. What is she planning? My curiosity is killing me. She crosses back over to the bed, crawling a little onto the mattress with the scarf still wound in her hands until she's just behind me. She kisses the dip between my shoulder blades as she pulls my wrists together behind me and rapidly wraps and ties the scarf securely around them. May I be struck by lightning if this woman isn't the sexiest being ever.
"Not too tight?" she whispers into my ear, nipping a little at the lobe.
I shake my head, trying to wipe off the huge grin threatening to spread across my face as she circles back around to face me again, kneeling into the V of my legs, her hot breath on my cock. I like where she's going with this.
Jee-zus. She just ever so gently kissed the tip and caused every synapse in my body to fire double time. Maybe it's because I'm tied up; every sense in my being feels in tune with the universe. Her nails dig a little into my upper thighs as she takes as much of me into her mouth as she can and I am transported to Utopia as she moves her mouth up and down, moaning slightly. The vibrations of those moans are *insanely* good. My wrists strain behind me, longing to touch her again, but I won't cut her gift short just yet. She is just too wonderful at this; now she's shaking her head back and forth and this sensation is threatening to send me over the edge. I begin cataloguing back episodes of "Cheers" in my brain to stay grounded, my head lolling back with my face to the ceiling, panting hard.
Micki abruptly releases me with an audible pop and rises to stand before me, running one manicured hand down her creamy white torso as I give her a confused look. "Why'd you stop?" I can barely croak out, "I was so close."
She has a wicked glint in her eye, "I know." she says, flippant, as the hand moves onto her sweet spot, "But you've been bad, haven't you? You think about me in ways that would shock a whore in church, am I right?"
Fuck, this woman is the best present the world has ever given, "Yeah." I manage out as she touches herself in front of me, "I'm terrible."
"Admission is the first step to redemption." she moans a little as her fingers stroke herself deliberately, "Now, I want you to beg."
I've officially died and gone to Heaven, "Please." I manage out through lust-coated vocal chords.
"I'm not convinced." her fingers move a bit faster as she hovers just slightly over my throbbing member, tempting me.
I'll bite, "Pleaseohpleaseohplease, I need this. Please Micki, I don't want to eat, I don't want to sleep, I just want to fuck your brains out." I plead with her, practically whining.
She rewards me by climbing onto my lap and sinking down, and the both of us hiss in satisfaction. Oh, so goood. She's hot and wet and clamped onto me like a vice-grip. I thrust upwards into her, "Thank you." I grunt, leaning a little into my bound wrists behind me so I have better handle on my hip movements and building up a good pace. She's no slouch herself, moving up and down on my lap with the grinding grace of a Triple X ballerina.
"You're welcome." she answers silkily on a downstroke, hips circling a little as her ass meets the top of my thighs. This is fantastic, almost better than anything I could concoct in my own mind. She leans in and grants me a kiss on the mouth, which becomes a tad on the sloppy side as our pace quickens because she starts to bounce a little using her knees against the mattress, riding me like a trick pony. Micki grips my shoulders hard and I feel her tighten around me, her body quaking on my lap as we continue shoving into each other, gorgeous breasts bouncing in my eyeline. Our kiss officially breaks as she arches her back, eyes closed and face to the sky, looking and feeling like poetry, emitting what can only be described as rapid gasping as she gyrates her orgasm to a close. This lady comes quicker than Western Union. It's astounding and feels magnificent. I'm close myself, but am definitely not finished with her just yet.
Who knows? This could go on all night, for all I care. I'm willing. Micki stops her movements on my lap upon completion and reaches behind me to free my wrists. I am grateful for this, because at the moment, I want a little payback, and I have an urgent need to touch her. Gratefully, I wrap my arms around her waist and take a beautiful rosebud nipple into my mouth, sucking hard as I continue to pump my hips into hers a few more times.
Not a hundred percent content with this position any longer, I overpower her and flip her onto her back on the mattress, still inside her, and focus my attentions on her other neglected nipple. She squeaks out an almost angelic cry that almost stops the show as I grope around blindly for the abandoned scarf. I read triumph as I grasp a familiar feeling silk fabric.
"Ry-an." she protests lazily as I slip out of her and grip her wrists above her head.
"My turn." I growl, rapidly binding her wrists with the scarf and tying the ends in a knot. She doesn't put up a fight, instead choosing to arch her back in anticipation after her wrists are bound and smile prettily.
"What do you want to do to me?" Micki breathes out, low like honey, writhing a little.
I flip her onto her stomach and push into her from behind with her legs slightly closed. Ahhh, tight and perfect. This sensation is enough to do it for me, but I really think I can make her come again once more before it's my turn. I push into her and she pushes back, her now light-pink ass pressing into my groin as my entire being is enveloped by tight wet hotness in the form of creamy skin and titian curls. I am quickly reduced to rutting and grunting into her back as I am propelled to pounding harder and faster. She braces her bound wrists against the headboard, meeting me stroke for stroke as I grasp her breasts underneath her for better leverage. I'm about to move one of those hands south when she begins to quake again under me, sucking in a large breath and holding it as her lower legs curl up behind us and the heels of her pumps stab me hard in the ass. The combination of all these things push me over the edge, and I am overcome with a monster of a good orgasm. I find myself yelling out and seeing stars, barely seeing her as she shakes hard underneath me, matching my yell with the scream of a wildcat that she barely muffles into the mattress. Holy Tigress, Batman.
Spent, I collapse on top of her, burying my face between the crook of her neck and a mass of curls, and black out.

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After my vision returns, I find myself bound and crushed by large-man-unconcious-and-still-inside-me. My body is still tingling with a whopper of a release, but I can't fully enjoy that sensation if Ryan's suffocating me into the mattress. I wiggle a little underneath him, "Ryan, you can untie me now."
He doesn't move and this scares me. I hope I didn't kill him. I try to move a little more underneath him, "Ry-yan? You're crushing me and you need to untie me. Please wake up." I plead a little with fear in my tone.
Ryan finally groans and moves a bit, showing signs of life. He rolls off of me and yawns, "Sorry." he says, landing next to me on his belly and facing me, "Holy shit, that was off the charts, Lady."
I give him a satisfied yet terse look, "I'd say the same if you'll untie me."
Ryan smiles at me blearily, "I don't know, Micki, it's a pretty good look for you." he chuckles, "Sexy."
"Untie me *now*, you cocky motherfucker." I try to say forcefully, but am betrayed by post-orgasmic giggles.
"O-kay." he says in a mock reluctant tone as he reaches up and finally frees my wrists. I *know* he tied me tighter than I did him, the bastard.
I roll over onto my back, gratefully massaging my sore but freed wrists, and begin to laugh my ass off, "What the fuck was *that*? Did we just do that?" I chuckle.
"Wow, you're pretty giggly and cussy when you come." Ryan comments, still laying on his stomach with his head resting on folded arms, "It's cute."
I burst into another stream of giggles, "After all that, I get 'cute'? I am de-pressed." I joke.
I'm gifted with a laugh from him as he turns on his side, propping his head up with one hand, "Well, cute doesn't cover it all, you know." Ryan says, trailing his hand down my side softly, " I think the word for you would have to be Fantastafuckingawesome. It's a new word," he cracks, "but I feel that it's appropriate."
"Fantastafuckingawesome, huh? Hmm, I guess I'd have to dub thee UltraRadKarateSuperscrew, then. It's translated from Japanese." I counter as he barks out a laugh.
"Jeez, you're funny, too? Jackpot!" Ryan says, pumping his fist in a cha-ching motion, "You're like a Christmas present."
I sigh and finally kick off my heels, "Well, this changes everything now, doesn't it?" I motion to our current state of affairs and rest on my side to face him. Mmm, he's so pretty, even marred with bite and claw marks.
"It doesn't have to change *everything*." He tells me, "Just think of it as an extra perk to the work we do." Ryan wags his eyebrows at me.
"You know what I mean, dipshit." I say, hitting him in the arm.
"Hey, I was serious." Ryan protests, "I'm already closer to you than I am anyone else in the world, *and* we already live together. As far as I'm concerned, the only thing missing from the equation up 'til now was the mindblowing sex."
Well, he does make a lot of sense. It remains unspoken, but I know that I love this silly bastard and he loves me, and it's never really been in a family type way.
I nod as he reaches for me, smacking a little kiss on the underside of my chin as he shifts me into his arms, "Well, you're not wrong. That did melt my brain a little." I say, happily snuggling into his chest as one of his hands lazily strokes my behind.
"The only *real* change now will be trying to keep it down after Jack gets back, and, I suppose, limiting the storefront spankings and head to a minimum." Ryan cracks, "Speaking of which, how's your ass?"
"Tingly, but good." I reply, "I'm to assume that this mercy fuck situation is more than a one time thing, then?"
"Are you kidding? I can't quit you now." Ryan scoffs at me, "That would be like giving up nirvana for a stay at a Vietnamese prison camp. No, thank you." he pulls back to look at me, "*You* didn't only want to do this once, did you?"
Wow. He sounds a little scared. I'm touched. "Well, I didn't exactly jump into this with any preconcieved notions, you know. I was actually just trying to get back at you for being a lecherous dick..."
"Hey!" he protests, pinching my ass.
I squirm a tiny bit and continue, "After what just happened, however, I'd have to be the dumbest woman alive to give up a good thing."
"Smart and gorgeous, that's my girl." His face closes in on mine and we're kissing again, in a lazy, comfortable way that causes me to smile against his lips.
Mercy-fuckin'-me.

....And I'm spent! Okay, I know that you, the reader, is chiding the author right now, saying: "Why didn't Ryan wrap that shit up? They can't get pregnant and hunt down cursed objects! That's Lame! The Fuck, Ms. Beaverhausen?!" I totally agree with you, but rather than break up the continuity of a good porn and mention it, we'll just assume that like most '80s Ladies; Micki's steady rocking the pill. That's what's up. I'd like to thank my very own personal real-life Ryan for inspiring some of the awesome, down-n-dirty scenes that made this story extra-special. YouDaMan! Hope you enjoyed, and peace out, bitches!

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