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Heart's Desire
r3-StarWindDancer-p2

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A tavern in the port of Alexandria, Egypt 1329

Tamaya listened absently to the rumbling captain, her mind on other things. //A dash of this, a dash of that,// her mind provided her the recipe to her potions, her loins throbbing and wet with her lust. She smiled darkly at the captain as she handed him his drink.

"You are such a talented and beautiful woman, Tamaya," the captain Quintin Silies said, running an appreciative hand over the exotic beauty. His fingers traced over high cheekbones to large almond eyes. He nearly touched the small red dot on her broad forehead, a red dot saying she was an available woman back in her homeland.

"Drink, my captain," Tamaya said, smiling in anticipation for her claiming of the captain's inner self, "I am not going any where."

"Certainly not, my beauty, I would not let you go. I would die to protect you."

"You soon may," she said silently, watching the captain she had ensnared drain his cup to the last drop. Once the glass was empty, the captain wavered, teetering a bit as the potion worked it's magic, making him totally into her puppet and toy.

"Come, my captain, let us take rest and take sustenance of each other." Her voice soothed over the captain's ears, sounding like the lure of Odysseus' Syrians. In a drugged and lusty waddle, the captain followed the luscious beauty into her private quarters.

Several hours later Tamaya came out, feeling disappointed and hollow. The sea captain Silies was not as satisfying as she had hoped. It was becoming harder and harder to hunt within the confines of the city. The sea provided a steady income of travelers but even those had become distractions. Her life and her travels had toured the world, bringing with it the anticipation of the hunt and capture of desirable men and women. But that no longer brought her the thrill it once had. All her victims were too easily captured, too easily lead into her web. They were no longer sport. She needed to move on.

Tamaya cleaned herself up and dumped the body out the window. He had drunken enough wine and other spirits that anybody who found the body would think he drank until his soul left, a common occurrence in this pleasure city.

Smiling as if nothing had happened, for to Tamaya another dead man in a long chain of dead men was nothing to her, she descended the stairs from her apartment one last time. With her charm and wit she knew she would easily gain access on any ship. The ship would take her any where in the world she bid it's sailors to. They always did.

Maybe she would visit the port of Naples. Many a rumor had circulated about that particular port city. It sounded just like her sort of place.

However, this didn't seem far enough for her. She needed to go someplace new, someplace her sailors and tradesmen were just beginning to plunder. Someplace far and different. While a touch of homesickness touched her mind, it lessened every year. Within a century or two she knew she would totally forget about her home, her port in India. Already that place and what had happened there were fading from her mind.

No, she would travel west, seeking out new pray, new people to entice.

Thick lips stretched in a predatory, knowing smile as Tamaya spotted her first victim in the new round of games.

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A restaurant in the city of Wamukota on the west coast of Africa 1340

Tamaya's feet pounded a wonderful tattoo against the wooden table. All eyes were on her as she danced, reaching out with her powers to draw in the next batch of victims. Her power had increased so much on her travels west that she was able to handle two, almost three helpless men in her little game.

She delighted at all the attention these bumbling rubes paid her. It was amusing to know that they were pawns, helpless things in her hand instead of the other way around. The foolish men gathered around her, drawn into her spell. She looked around at the applicants, choosing the next batch that would find out just exactly what she was. Of course, they discovered this as they died in her hands.

Scanning the faces of the restaurant patrons, she saw him, a beauty that was so manly and wonderful she felt like spreading herself across the tables right there to let him take her.

She frowned. The man wasn't looking at her, wasn't paying any attention to her. To him, she was as irrelevant as the wall. Tamaya hummed under her breath, pulling power to herself, willing him to gaze upon her and want her. Instead he ignored her, resilient to her charms.

Angry, but not pausing in her dance, she descended down to the floor, letting her steps lead her to the wonderful man. Around him, she danced, focusing totally on him, willing him to want her but he only complained about her and her entourage of men before dismissing her and leaving the restaurant.

Tamaya stopped, letting her self pant and sweat from the exertions of the dance. She watched him leave, angry at him. Nobody resisted her, nobody could. She would have him, she would take that man in time but first she needed to feed. Her failed seduction left her drained and weak. Looking around she selected the next meal, an almost homely man, some one that would feed her well, but wasn't as fine nor as handsome as the man that had just left.

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Tamaya gave the room one last look, knowing it was perfect for her seduction. The mistress of the house, Dziko had left to help her sister with her new baby. That left Tamaya, a couple of other hired servants, and the master, a man named Osebo, the same man from the restaurant that denied her what she wanted, alone. For months she had worked for the man, using skills she had long forgotten to be close to him, to continue her seduction of this new hunt but at every turn he baulked her. No matter how she tried, no matter how she bewitched or poisoned him, he would not turn into her arms. But tonight he would, tonight she would have him one way or another.

When Osebo arrived, she was already laid out upon the mat, the light from the oil lamp casting her body into an invighting glow. She looked at him with desire in her eyes, bidding him to her. She rolled forward, changing his view of her body, seemingly submitting to him, ready to give him all that she had.

Instead of joining her on the mat, Osebo picked up a robe and threw it at her, ordering her to put it on.

"You cannot refuse me," Tamaya screamed, knowing that he couldn't resist, that he had to desire her.

"I can. Get out of here you whore. This is the last time you try to take me from my wife."

"You will have me," she said, sliding up next to him, putting her hands on his body, once again trying to seduce him.

He glared at her in distaste, pushing her away. Without second thought Tamaya started to chant, calling him to her through the only option left to her. Osebo stood there stunned as she once again stalked him, pressing herself against his wonderful, dark body.

For the first time, he stood there stunned, seemingly transfixed in her web so she proceeded on. She slid his clothes off his body, letting them fall to the floor, revealing the magnificent body she admired from afar.

"I will take you now," Tamaya said, finished with her incantation and ready to feel him inside her. She pulled him towards the mat but he resisted, standing immovably where he was.

"Come now, dreams await," she said, frustrated. She started humming again, putting him back under the spell that she had him under before.

"No, I will not bed with you." Osebo pulled out of her grip.

"I will have you," she screamed at him, attacking his mouth like a hungry vampire finding blood.

Tamaya pushed Osebo back into the wall, rubbing her body over his, wanting him so badly that she could taste it. She sucked and pulled at his mouth, working it over as much as she could, until she started to feel light headed.

Suddenly she sensed something wrong, that something wasn't right. She tried to pull back from his lips, tried to free herself from him but she couldn't break free. Instead, the man she craved to taste, fed on her, drawing her into him, taking her away from herself. She shuddered one last time in his arms.

Osebo smiled down at the limp body of the beautiful woman in his arms. He could tell that she was dead but not gone. His body quivered, feeling ready to fuck but a corpse wouldn't do. Instead, Osebo turned out of his house, leaving his life behind, knowing that it had changed. He was a new man and he needed to hunt.

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I stood outside in some sort of opening in the forest. Through a hole in the canopy I could see the moon bright and pregnant. The whole area was surrounded in peaceful and tranquil glow. I smiled, knowing I was safe here, that I was in control. I don't know how I knew it, but I could feel it deep inside myself.

The snow glistened in the moonlight, looking like it had freshly fallen and covered the world, smoothing it out. It wasn't cold in the glade, it was very temperate, as if the air on my skin didn't even exist. I took a deep breath, smelling the crisp air that hinted at pines and evergreens. I stretched out my hand, loving the freedom, the pureness of the place.

I heard a crunch of snow and turned towards the sound. Out of the snow covered branches emerged a tall, muscular man. His skin was so dark that he nearly blended into the shadows but soon he emerged out into the moonlight, the silvery rays accenting his wonderful body.

I licked my lips appreciating the sight. This was the type of body that inspired art. It moved gracefully into the clearing, the skin dancing over the wonderful frame. A long, thick cock swung freely between his legs, a cock that begged to have my lips wrapped around it. I felt my body go into full sexual blush, my nipples hardening, my cock filling with blood, even my legs parting a bit in invitation for this black beauty.

"Who," I licked dry lips, trying to bring moisture back to my mouth, "Who are you?"

"The hunter," he said absentmindedly. He stalked towards me, looking very much like the predator he claimed to be.

I stood frozen as he came to a stop in front of me. I looked into his deep, black eyes, watching them flicker over me like water waves, soothing and hypnotic.

One of his hands rose as if it had a will of its own to stroke along my collarbone. I expected a light touch, as if he wasn't there, really touching me but his hand was firm and solid on my skin. I felt shivers down my spine, loving the feel of his skin. His hand was large, looking as if it could cover me like a blanket all on its own. Heat radiated off him in waves, making me lean into him and his touch.

"So beautiful, so perfect," he whispered.

I turned my head to look at the ruins of my shoulder, knowing I wasn't perfect or beautiful. I was like some thorn on a rose, a corruption of beauty.

His hand took hold of my chin, turning it towards himself. His thumb ran up and down my cheek as he stared deeply into my eyes. I felt myself relax. Reality meant nothing in this place and I knew that this man didn't care about my arm.

"You are so beautiful. A man of power and beauty. Nothing can ever take that away from you." The man leaned forward, his lips brushing against mine.

A shock went through my body, making me tremble. His other hand came around my waist, holding me steady as I melted into his embrace.

Oh god, the feeling of him was magnificent. He felt so large, warm, and powerful against my body. I pushed myself against him, trying to get as close as possible. He was addictive, a powerful drug trapping my senses as I fed off his thick lips.

I was panting, so hot and horny. I wanted to slam him to the ground and ride him like a wild horse when I heard more crunching snow.

Out of the forest came another perfection of human kind, this time a woman, a woman who would make every super model in the world jealous. She was the epitome of sex and every thing sexual.

Her skin was like creamy mocha that you wanted to taste and savor for the rest of your life. Her eyes almond slits in her face, an exotic oriental touch to her body. Her wonderful eyes, the same color as her skin, seemingly glowed. Her chin was pointed, almost like she was a cat that had turned into human. She moved like a cat too, her body graceful and seductive with every movement. Her breasts were plump and ripe, making me want to suck on them like a hungry baby. Even from where I stood I could tell she was wet, dripping with lust just as I was.

Like some study in motion she walked towards us, her eyes riveted to mine. She circled us like a lioness approving it's pray.

"So beautiful," she whispered as she stopped behind me. I felt a long finger in the crack of my ass, barely touching. Slowly she stroked me, bringing her finger up my spine in a teasing touch. It was like a lightning bolt arching over my skin. I shuddered in pleasure.

"What, why, wh...who," I said dumbly, struck by these two, unsure of why they said I was beautiful, why they were paying attention to me.

"I am the siren," she said. The black man moved out of the way, allowing her to have full perusal of my body. I was numb with shock. I couldn't move, I couldn't breath. This whole thing seemed like a dream.

She ran appreciative fingers over my body. I shivered under her touch. My nipples and cock were so hard and oversensitive that the very air brushing against me felt like it was more then enough to set me into orgasm. I was quite surprised that I didn't by the time her hands stopped.

A single finger traced up my body to my tourniqueted limb. I jerked back surprised as that finger ran over the scars.

She looked surprised that I had dared move, that I had backed away from her touch, but this passed quickly. She reached for me again and again I backed away, but this time I didn't go far. I suddenly came up against a warm, immovable object. I turned around in surprise.

The black man stood there, so hot and comforting. I burrowed myself into his flesh, feeling safe and secure. He would protect me, I knew he would. His arms came around me, holding me tightly to his body. I smiled against his flesh.

He kissed my forehead, his lips traveling over my face as his hands were traveling over my body. I sucked at his spicy skin, loving the way it felt under my exploring mouth.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when he touched my arm. His touch felt like a hot knife cutting into my flesh, almost like it was cutting it off again. I didn't understand it. These two perfect creatures were touching me, desiring me. My missing limb must surly revolt them, show them that I am unworthy, that I am not whole.

He looked at me with kind eyes, almost like he was indulging a child in their frightened fantasies.

"Come here," he beckoned, "I will not hurt you."

My foot jerked, catching on the snow, drawn by him but somehow afraid of him.

He reached the remaining distance to pull me in. He claimed me in a hungry, passionate kiss that shook me from head to toe. I felt a bit like Scarlett O'Hara being kissed by Rhett Butler. Just as quickly as the kiss started it was over, nearly dropping me in the sudden release. His one hand held tight on me, nearly supporting me as I stood there stunned. He laughed lightly and I felt so small and powerless in his presence. He smiled then reached up his other hand to touch my limb, my imperfection.

"Anything is possible," he said softly. His hand rubbed at my stump until it started to feel warm and tingly. Somewhere I heard humming, words sounding in the air, chanting in some strange language.

The tingling from my stump became unbearable and I tried to pull away from him but he held on so tight. He ran his hand over the scared skin then started to pull at it like taffy. Right before my eyes my arm reformed itself, looking like those Russian Cossacks had never touched me.

"Oh god, how...how," I stammered right before realization hit. He was it, or rather that thing, the thing back in the forest that wanted me.

"Come to me, be mine and I will give you anything your heart desires. The world will lay at your feet, waiting for you to claim it. Take it, take it all and you will live forever."

Part of me wanted to run, part of me heard those words and was revolted. I would have to give myself over to this thing, be its pawn but the prize it offered was very tempting, too tempting.

What I could do with this power boggled my mind. No more running, no more being scared for the rest of my life. I could become the power, the new man instead of playing games with the old geriatric band who bitched at each other until one of them grew enough balls to shoot the other. My enemies would practically lay themselves down at my feet. With what he was offering, with what he was promising I could become a god.

I didn't protest when he took my body into his arms and laid me down on the ground. My mind was working over what he was offering me but soon I was pushed to distraction as my senses took me over.

Oh god, lying here with him was heaven. The snow I was laid out upon felt like plush velvet against my skin. His overheating body above mine felt so solid and perfect above me. I wanted him, oh god, how I wanted him.

My legs parted like the red sea when I felt him against me, nudging me to accommodate his body. I could feel his erection brush up against my thighs. It was so big, so thick. I didn't care if it hurt, if he couldn't fit inside me, I just knew I wanted to try, that I needed to feel it inside me with every fiber of my being. I needed this, I needed to be fucked into oblivion and beyond.

Dimly in the back of my mind, an old hippie song played saying that I was about to go on a magical carpet ride.

His hands moved down me, touching in every spot and way that made me quiver. By the time his fingers reached my anus I was done with the preliminaries, I had to have him inside me. I begged and pleaded mercilessly for him to fuck me. I didn't care how needy or sluttish I came off.

Something convinced him because in a moment he was pushing inside of me.

Oh, oh my.

I clung to him like a barnacle on a ship, my legs thrown over his hips as he thrust inside of me. I don't think I was feeling any pain from the penetration, nor do I think it was pleasure, really, what it was, was pure, unadulterated sensation. It felt like every last cell in my body was some how being stroked, somehow being touched and as he sped up the sensation got more intense.

I babbled like a mad man, loving every second of it and wanting more. He pushed harder and deeper into me, pushing me to the limits and beyond. No matter how it felt, it seemed like something was holding me back, like something was blocking me from the edge of the cliff.

I looked around, seeing the woman there. She looked so beautiful and desirable. I wanted her to come over and take my cock, take it so far into her that it disappeared but she waited silently, patiently as if waiting for her turn to claim me.

I stared at her, wanting her to come over and join us. My eyes doing her right then, wanting her so much that I could already taste her juices. That was how I saw them.

Around the clearing other people watched. They didn't watch me like the woman did, not with lust or desire in their eyes. They didn't watch as if they were disgusted and revolted at the sight either. Instead they watched me like they were the pigeon feeders in the park, like I was a fact of life and nothing more.

Something nagged at me, as if from some forgotten dream or old memory. I knew who they were but I know I had never met any of them before. I was connected to them, a part of them some how.

The man roughly grabbed my head and turned my gaze back to him. He stared so deep into my eyes that I lost sense of what else was happening. My vision focused to him and him alone.

His face jerked, lifting back and forth as he thrust violently into me but his eyes never wavered, never seemed to move. Fire burned inside those black eyes, trying to consume me, flickering in a hypnotic dance of seduction.

His eyes became too much for me, too much for me to handle so I turned away. I arched my back, lifting my head, the action more to get him farther inside me then to really provide me with a new sight but a new sight greeted me nonetheless.

Overhead, looming above me was a very old Indian. He looked like what Adam Longfort would look like in about fifty years. He looked at me, reached out a hand and tapped me on the forehead with some sort of gourd or rattle.

"Awake," he commanded just before everything disappeared.

"Jesus Christ, Alex, you scared the shit out of me. I was beginning to think they over dosed you or something." Hazel eyes stared hard at me in concern.

I tried to sit up with Mulder's help but something jerked my arm back. I looked over and saw that he had chained me to the bed. His gaze quickly left mine and he started searching his pockets.

"Sorry, it was the only way Skinner would let me keep you. He wanted to put you into the city lock up but I convinced him other wise. He said as long as you were handcuffed... I'm sorry," he amended.

"I don't like being tied up," my tone of voice broke no argument with this fact.

"Is that why you freaked out in the helicopter?" Mulder asked as he knelt in front of me, rubbing my arm to help get the circulation back. "Was it because your were locked up or that it was too small or something? I didn't want to handcuff you, you're not my prisoner anymore or anything."

Mulder sounded so much like he was shouldering the burden, like he was blaming himself that there was no second thought in my mind when I blurted out, "I was trying to get away from Osebo."

"Oh-see-bo?" over pronouncing it.

"Yeah," I said, not concerned with what I had just revealed. Instead, I stood up, starting to prowl the room. I was restless, the souls of my feet were so itchy that I wanted to throw open the door and run, whether away from here or into the arms of a demon I didn't know.

Mulder came up behind me as I stood staring out the windows. His arms went around my body, holding me close. I had a brief flash that I was back in that clearing with Him as I watched the snow white out the view from our hotel window.

"It followed us? Where is it, do you know?"

"It's waiting for me, they're both waiting for me."

"Alex, what are you talking about? Adam Longfort said there was only Osebo, an escaped African slave."

"There's more then just him, there's a her, Tamaya. She's much older then Osebo, probably much more powerful," I said somehow knowing it was right. The information came easily to me, as if I was remembering an old dream.

Mulder froze against my back as he tightened his arms around me, not like I noticed. I was deep into thought of who or what they were. The vision of their perfect bodies, their desire to me, and their promise took up my thoughts.

"I'll protect you, Alex. If they wants you they'll have to go through me," Mulder whispered in my ears. His hands soothed down my body, calming the shiver wracking through me that I didn't notice.

"Mulder, Fox," I said, turning around in his embrace, "I want you to do me a favor."

"Anything, Alex."

"I want you to get Skinner and get the hell out of here."

"Alex, no."

"Fox, you need to get out of here. I don't know if I can protect you from it."

"Alex, it wants you, not me. I need to be here to protect you from it."

"Fox, it won't hurt me but it will kill you. You need to leave, it's for your own good." I said pushing him away but he quickly grabbed my arms, making me look at him.

"I'm not leaving, Alex, not after just finding you. Besides," Mulder said, a sly grin and humor in his voice, "we're snowed in. We're not going anywhere. Right now it's just you, me, and this hotel room."

"What about Skinner?" I asked silently, as if I was afraid he'd hear me.

"I'm not sharing you, not with Osebo, Tamaja, Skinner, hey, not even with Scully," he said with a gleam in his eye.

"That's not what I meant."

"Skinner's booked next to his two army buddies of his, across the parking lot." Mulder grinned at me conspiretesly.

I laughed a bit before leaning in to nibble at his full lower lip.

"You read my mind," Mulder said, directing me back towards the bed. He quickly pinned me to the mattress, kissing me and licking me like a teenager in heat.

We quickly undressed each other, both eager to feel skin against skin. I popped a couple of his buttons in my haste but Mulder was more careful in his undressing of me, like he was savoring the sight. Not that I could blame him. Except for my missing arm, I am hot, very hot. Osebo and Tamaya wouldn't want me if I wasn't.

By the time he was done and rubbing up and down my legs in wanting lust I was panting beneath him. I was still hard from my dream or what ever it was. We didn't get to finish before the Indian woke me up.

"Fox, do me. I want to feel you inside me, fuck me, fuck me," I babbled, too lost in the haze of sexual lust to really care. I shuddered as he ran his hands up the backs of my thighs.

"Shit, lube," Mulder blurted before leaving me all alone on the bed. He riffled through his clothes until he held up a new tube of KY up triumphantly.

I looked at him, doing my best Mr. Spock impression until he volunteered, saying, "the lube fairy."

In a few moments I was riding his fingers, begging for him to fuck me. Instead, he took his time, carefully preparing me and ignoring my pleading demands. The stimulation became too much for me and Mulder withdrew his fingers, letting me get a hold of myself. It was a good thing that he did. If he had tried to penetrate me at that point, I'm sure I would have popped my top.

But soon I was able to get myself under control and he started entering me, pushing into me a little bit at a time.

"Come on, Fox, fuck me," I urged him as soon as he was fully inserted in me and pushing in slow little thrust.

"I want this to last, I want this to feel good," Mulder said, still keeping that agonizing slow pace.

"Fox, please, harder, fuck me."

"No." He smiled. "I like you like this, so hot and wanting, so ready and willing. I can't believe it's taken me this long to do this."

"You always were a slow learner," I retorted as I managed to flip us over so I was on top. I quickly started rocking my pelvis in the cradle of his, forcing him in and out of me at a much faster pace.

"No, Alex, this is too fast."

"No, it isn't," I said rocking harder, grounding myself around and hearing him moan from the movement. I set a fast and furious pace, pushing us quickly forward to the edge, ready to come. I felt like I had a bowling ball for a groin I was so ready.

Mulder thrust one last time into me, his hands hard on my hips guiding his cock straight into my prostate. I was coming, my whole body a conduit of energy, straight from my open, silently screaming mouth to my pulsing dick. My vision tunneled until it totally disappeared, of course the ceiling wasn't that interesting anyway. My cock and ass spasmed, pulling Mulder into the orgasm with me.

Mountains trembled, worlds collided, stars were born, and I was feeling pretty good right about then. The last waves went through me, letting me down off the plateau. I laid down on Mulder, careful to keep him inside me a bit longer. I rubbed against Mulder's body like a sluttish kitty, wanting to feel a little bit more, letting my over sensitized body continue to feel and explore Mulder.

"Mmm, yes Alex," Mulder mumbled, "but we should probably go clean ourselves up."

"Don't wanna move," I pouted as I started licking Mulder, bathing us with my tongue.

Mulder's arms shifted, to travel up and down my back slowly as I continued my ministrations.

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Ok, every body now, ~~Is it in his eyes, oh no you'll be deceived, no your not listening to me, if you want to know if he loves you so it's in his kiss, that's where it is, ohh, ohh.~~

I didn't intent that, it's just the way it came out. Hope you like.

Of course, I'm sure all that sex didn't hurt.