Phoenyx: Flesh & Fire by Morgana Blackrose Page B

squeal aloud with new and unique sensations which I’d never experienced in my life before – not in any of my moist fantasy moments, not even in the recent reality of Olivia in WOW’s ladies’ department. I arched and jerked and fell back over the bed, releasing Udo’s cock. It trailed a long goopy string of that stuff which dumped over my chin and cheek, and he smeared the wet dripping end of his organ across my lips. I just lay there, grinning and whimpering as the pair of them teased and tweaked my body for all our mutual delight.
    “Mm, you know what? She does taste like honey,” Alfreda mumbled from what seemed a very long way away, both in time and place. “You weren’t kidding, Olivia.”
    I looked up again. Olivia was leant back against the wall, licking her glistening fingers as she rubbed herself gently.
    “Told you. Phoenyx is a sweetheart. Did that work for you, Udo?”
    He was still stroking the end of his cock back and forth between my lips, while I flicked my tongue out against it.
    “Heavy duty,” he wheezed. “She just milked me dry, man. She can deep throat like a real pro. Fuck the stage, man; she should be in movies with a hot mouth like that.”
    That was a wonderful idea. I felt my head sag heavily against the bed as my eyes sank shut again, darkness wrapping around me like a lover and carrying me off to such crazy and wonderful Technicolor dreams.
    I awoke slowly, vaguely aware of someone close by. I knew I wasn’t in my own bed, although I couldn’t place it at first. Then I unstuck my eyes and found myself gazing at a vision, some very pretty elfin woman who I must have dreamt about. Then I saw the sweet herbal smoke curling up from the cigarette between her fingers, and her pale lips parted in a smile.
    “Hey, baby,” she whispered. “Welcome back.”
    I opened my eyes wide and struggled to sit up, but my body couldn’t really be bothered obeying orders. And the scene wasn’t complete – I was in someone else’s bed, but there were other presences I hadn’t seen yet. Then, as if to reassure me, a long sinewy hand swept over my thigh and hip.
    “You’re such a treasure, Phoenyx darling,” Olivia’s voice said above me. “I’ll guess you’re just a little stoned, though. Not to mention, tired. Want to go home now?”
    “Aw, don’t take her away, baby,” the elf-woman purred. “Not yet. I’ve been stroking myself here watching her sleep. Here, want to try this?”
    She passed the cigarette to the front of my face. I tried to focus my blurry eyes on it and just about managed to take it between my fingers. I’d never smoked, although I’d seen my mother do it often enough before she stopped, so I sucked on it and watched the burning end flare up red. The hit rolled up my nose and down my throat, crawling into my brain and stabbing me in the backs of my eyes. It wasn’t totally unpleasant, but it would certainly take some getting used to. I stifled a cough and handed it back before I made an ass of myself, or an even bigger mess of my head.
    “I’ve been stroking myself, too,” another voice said right behind me, and then I felt the warm breath on my back, sneaking all over my bare shoulders. I twisted around to find a young man lying there, grinning at me under his messy, shaggy fringe. My eyes instinctively wandered from his face, over his chest and down to the long bulging cock which protruded from his fist.
    “Udo,” I said, finally able to put a name to the cock. “Hi.” I looked up to where Olivia was standing over me, expecting an answer to a question she’d asked me what felt like a year ago now. “No, I don’t wanna go home,” I said. “I’m fine here.”
    “That’s the girl. Told you it would be okay, didn’t I?”
    The fair-haired woman sparked a lighter against her cigarette and a big grey cloud surrounded her head for a moment.
    “Alfreda,” I said, suddenly remembering her name.
    “Uh, not quite,” she laughed drily. “I’m Daisy,