The Grey Sight: An Erotic Novella (11 page)

              “We need go find Odhran to fix that.”  “It’s just a flesh wound, my love.”  Chase said.

“Don’t be silly.  Let’s go get fixed.”
  Lily kissed him hard, her hands shaking as she wrapped them around his waist. 

“
And as soon as we are healed, we are heading for the lighthouse.  As much as I like your cave pool, I think I’m actually ready to just leave.”  Chase gave her an exhausted grin.

“I was just thinking the same thing.
  Let’s go start a quiet, boring life.”

Chapter Fourteen
–
Two Months Later

They laced their hands together as they walked past the iron fence.
  

It was dusk, and the warm day was finally surrend
ering to a cool night, its breeze rippling through the vines and leaves that covered the graveyard floor. 

“I love fall.”
Said Lily, kicking a pile of leaves into the air. 

“I’m more of a winter person myself.” Replied Chas
e.   “Fireplaces, hot chocolate, you naked on a pile of bearskin rugs...”  Lily gave him a soft kiss.

“That
can be arranged” she laughed.  Their love making had covered every practical surface, but bearskin rugs had not yet been breached. She looked forward to it.

They approached his grave.  It was still broken in half, halved by the lightning that had awoken the grey-sight in Lily.  
While its engraving wasn’t near as clean as before,
Chase “Silver Tongue” Husher
could still be read on its granite face
.
Lily dusted it off with her hand and went to work clearing the underbrush around the tombstone.  Chase looked at her with amusement. 

“You don’t have to clean it. There’s nothing underneath there.  I’m here.”

“It’s the principle of it.” Argued Lily.  “I want people to know who you were.  Who you are.” 

Chase knelt beside her, taking her hand in his.  “And who is that?”

  “The man I love.  The man who saved me a dozen times.  And who keeps saving me.”  

“What about you?” Chase asked. 

“What about me?”

              “What about Lily Harrow?  The woman who saved me from a life void of meaning, of manipulation and meaningless wanderings? The woman who saved herself AND me many times?  The love of my life, my first and second? The woman who is my wife, from now until eternity? What about her?”   

Chase pulled her hungrily against him.  Lily allowed herself to fall into his arms.
Their fever escalated easily, as wind wrapped around them.  His hands entwined her curly blond hair, then pulled hungrily at her blue coat, then her blouse.   Both fell onto the ground.  Chase put his mouth over one of her breasts, still covered by a black lacy bra.  His tongue ran over the straps, over the lace, and probed the spot where her nipple lay hard underneath.  

Lily arched her back and unhooked the bra
, letting her ripe breasts fall free in front of Chase’s waiting mouth.  He took to them instantly, lavishing his wet mouth around them.

 
              Above, the sky gave an angry rumble as thick black clouds swirled above them.  Lily’s mouth, open in a moan of pleasure as Chase washed her nipples with his tongue, caught a few raindrops inside of it.  The sky opened up it’s folds and rain fell like tears over her face. Tiny droplets of water dripped down her chest and pooled on the end of her nipple.  Chase began to drink from them with pleasure.  

Lily ripped open his shirt,
revealing his taught and muscled chest.  She ran her fingertips over his pectorals, his hard stomach, and finally reached down to stroke his velvet hardness.   As she did that, Chase responded by hiking up her skirt, exploring with hungry hands until his fingers found her wet panties.  Slowly but methodically, he stroked her through the panties until they were soaked and she was trembling with pleasure.    He gently pulled them down her legs and over her bare feet.   

Lily leaned back, her body writhing and moving as Chase freed himself, his glorious and plump manhood bursting forth from his pants.  
It was raining quite heavily now, as Chase pulled her down onto his lap, her soft folds opening so that his wet manhood could fill her deeply. She pushed down against him, wanting him to be inside of her, one with her.  She bounced up and down, her long body writhing on his, his hungry mouth of drinking of her breasts, his hands probing between her legs.

              “I dreamed this” cried Lily, grabbing his outstretched hand out as the first bolt of lightning flashed down next to her. 

              She barely noticed as she rocked back and forth, Chase pumping and thrusting wildly inside of her.   Lightning flashed again.   The rain was coming down in buckets.  Chase gave a shout.  He yanked her to her feet and knelt before Lily.  With one hand, he ripped her skirt off and laid a deep kiss between her legs.  Lily, unashamed, stood naked and wet in the graveyard as he kissed her innermost swells. 

Sighing with pleasure,
he stood up before lifting her up. His arms trembling, he lifted her up and down and up and down again on his hugely swollen member.  With each plunge, their bodies seemed to grow more into one.  Without her feet ever touching the ground, he turned Lily over and then bent her over his empty tombstone.  She lifted her bottom, her plump cheeks glistening wet and ready in the moonlight.   Chase let out a low cry and plunged inside of her, thrusting and pumping as Lily’s hips pressed back against him.  He clutched her hanging breasts with desperation and kissed her in a place she never dreamed she would be kissed. 

Lightning was now snaking
down all around them, like the roots of a great tree, witness to their pleasure.    They did not fear the flashes of electric light. Lily was riding a wave of utopia, her hands clutching and releasing against the hard stone as he plundered her womanhood with total abandon. They were both screaming now with wild lust.

 
              Chase’s grey-light was rising, encompassing them both in a glowing orb.    Chase flipped her around, and Lily rested her bottom against the tombstone, spreading her legs wide for Chase to enter her again.  Their eyes found each other’s and they stared, unashamed and filled with the fury of passion. 

Bla
ck and grey together. Grey-walker and human.

Chase was breathing heavily as he drove inside her again and again. 
“I…love you Lily Harrow.”   The lightning hit the ground again and again around them, the rain washing them both over with a million droplets of water.  “I will love...you forever.”   With a great scream, Chase climaxed inside of her, with Lily following.  

A huge bolt of lightning hit
beside them, and for a moment they were both temporarily blinded, with only their passion holding them to the earth.  The glowing light surrounded them in a pulsating circle as their naked bodies danced together. With a sigh, the sky collapsed and then it was dark again.  They fell to the ground, exhausted, Chase cradling Lily in his arms.   They lay entwined together, soaking wet on the dirty ground.   Lily sat up, her perky breasts made white by the bright moon.  

“I think we should build here.”

              “Where?” 

“
Here.”  Lily motioned to the graveyard.  “I think we should buy the graveyard, and build our house inside of it.”

She pointed to the open field that bordered the graveyard.

              “There, I mean. Where there are no graves.  We can be the caretakers.  You can still counsel for House Fury, and I can still work at the Ancestry database, and we can take care of this place.” 

              Chase looked at her with amusement.  “You really love this place, huh?” 

Lily lowered her face against his, their cheeks and lips brushing. 

“I never want to be far from you.  Here…” she touched his heart.  “Or there.”  She pointed to his cracked tombstone.   Her lips on his were making him grow hard again.  “This is us. And I’m proud.” 

She slithered a wet
, naked thigh over his torso and slipped him inside of her.  Chase gave a happy sigh as his hands found her moist breasts.  “Whatever you want. I am yours forever, Lily Harrow.”

              “And I am yours as well.”   

With rippling sighs of pleasure, they moved together, their bodies making
passionate shadows for all the ghosts to see.

The End