Belle of the Ball

by E.E. Nalley

 

Chapter Nine

 

I have come to the conclusion that scarlet silk camisoles are not the attire to have heart felt conversations in.  For a month or more I had been a woman.  Ok, a really curvy drop dead sexy woman and I was used to not being able to look who I was talking to in the eye.  At least I had been used to it from everyone but Ed.  The gallant Mr. Filby had made a point to looking me in the face since this had happened.  I imagined his senses gave him other avenues to appreciate the new body I inhabited, but his eyes were always on mine.

Until now.

 Now they were about half a foot south of mine, locked on the heaving breasts that were so delicately displayed in crimson silk.  As I’ve said, I’d never worn silk before and the effect of it against my skin meant that my nipples were so erect they ached and were clearly outlined in the gossamer fabric. 

A bit of drool threatened to escape his mouth that was hanging open as he sat beside me.  Suppressing a chuckle, I casually reached out, hooked my finger under his jaw and closed his mouth for him while gently returning his eyes to mine.  I knew in the back of my mind that he was stronger than I was, but whether it was the out fit, or the ambiance I’d created or some other factor I was unaware of he was like putty without the strength of a new born kitten. 

“Ah take it Ah meet with your approval, sir?” I asked in what I hoped was a coquettish manner. 

“Ah…approval?” he gasped out; shaking his head to try to clear it from the spell I had him under.  “Belle, if you think you need my approval, then you’ve got it.  In spades.  There is nothing I can add or say that will make you any more beautiful than you are.”

A warm feeling that wasn’t a blush spread through out me.  “You have a flatterers tongue, Mr. Filby,” I told him as I let my free hand gently caress his sculpted chest.   It was soft, the fabric of his oxford shirt rubbing over his velvet skin, but underneath was muscle that was harder and denser than steel.  “If Ah didn’t know better, Ah might think you were trying to take advantage of me,” I told him as the top most button came undone by my roving fingers.  The oversize of all of his clothing’s fixtures both helped him dress himself with his less than nimble hands as well as helping me undress him one handed.

“I’m taking advantage of you?” he managed, his throat bobbing up and down.

“Why yes,” was my answer as another button was conquered.  “Your gallantry, sir, and your constant consideration of mah feelings will not let mah thoughts think of anything other than you.”  The last two buttons surrendered as I locked my eyes with his.  A massive shiver over took him as my hand at last had free access to his chiseled physique.

“I…” he stammered.  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I let myself chuckle as the shirt was removed and tossed aside.  “Hurt me?  How could you ever do that?  Ah know you, Edward.  You have gone out of your way to keep from hurting me.  You’ve done all you could to help me.  Now there’s one last thing that can help me and let me repay you for all you’ve done and meant to me.”

There was always a smell I’d been conscious of around him.  Being raised in the country, I’d associated it with fond memories of my early life.  Now I realized it was his scent, the smell of haystacks and comfortable old barns wrapped up in timeless security.  As both my hands played over his torso, which was in fact the same charcoal gray as the rest of his skin that I had thus far seen, it became stronger, cloyingly teasing my nostrils.  It had the effect of making certain parts of me extremely damp.

“Belle,” he croaked, his eyes cloudy with the battle between his rational mind and the emotional state I was working so hard to put him in.  “Belle, I could kill you.  I can’t…”

“Sugah,” I whispered as I caught his long face in both hands.  “Ah’m just as strong and just as tough as you are.  You can only hurt me by saying no.  Ah want this.  Ah want you as bad, Ah think, as you want me.  If there is anyone on this Earth you can relax and have your way with without worrying about hurting, it’s me.”

Then I leaned forward and kissed his wide mouth. 

Until this point in my admittedly short life, I had never kissed a man on the mouth.  The short whisker like hairs around the velvet skin of his lips tickled my nose as my senses focused with laser like intensity on the kiss we shared.  I could feel his heart thundering in time with mine, as his arms wrapped around me and crushed me to him as he returned the kiss with God knew how many years of frustration pouring out into me.  His breath and the long tongue that I welcomed into my mouth tasted of apples and ranch dressing.

A single perfect moment played out between us and we gave and took the loneliness we both suffered from into each other.  We were together.  As his tongue and then his mouth withdrew, I realized two things.  He was standing, having effortlessly picked me up in his passion.

And that he was mine.

That caused a feeling of power that I relished and reveled in.  I was a temptress, a seductress, the conqueror of his heart.  I was a woman.  My flight kept me aloft as my hands gently pried his arms from around me.  I understood his fear then.  I had felt his strength as he’d held me.  A normal woman would have had most of the bones in her body broken from him.  My poor Edward, how long have you suffered?

I lowered myself slightly, still floating in the air so I could get at his belt.  It opened easily and then his jeans fell to the floor as I came face to face with his manhood.  I swallowed in fear and nervous excitement.  It was incased in a sheath of skin that held it constantly pointing upwards towards the sky.  It was free of that, a color somewhere between deep red and black, waving slightly in the coolness of the room. 

It was the length of my forearm from my elbow to the tip of my middle finger.

 In his cloudy voice, he rumbled, “I’ll try to be gentle.”  I reached out and took a hold of him causing another shiver to run the length of his body.  His cock vibrated in my hand.

“If Ah wanted gentle, Ed,” I told him with a smile, “Ah wouldn’t be here.”

“Why are you here, Jennifer?” he gasped around a sigh as my left hand joined my right.  I smiled as I rubbed up against him, the silk I wore sending an electric shock through both of us.

“Ah am here to become a woman, Edward,” I told him.  “Ah’m here to be taken across that threshold.  Ah hope this is the beginning of something very special between us, but if not, Ah’ll be happy.  Ah can’t do this alone, Ed.  Ah want to stop being half a person and be a whole woman.”  I paused as I worked up my nerve and planted a delicate kiss on the tip of him.  “Can you help me with that?”

“Ma’am,” he stuttered his voice thick with need, desire and something else I was too far gone in my own needs to put my finger on.  “I would be deeply honored to be of assistance to you.”

I licked my lips, tasting the essence of him that lingered there.  It was a unique flavor that I wasn’t sure if I liked or disliked so much as it was different.  Then I surrendered myself to the emotional tidal wave I was riding and did my best to please him. 

Ironically enough, this is where it got frustrating.   His size made it very difficult to take much of him in my mouth, resolve or no.  In short order my jaw began to ache as well.  Who would have ever thought that something as basic as sex would require practice?

Still, the salty fluid that was almost constantly leaking from him told me I was doing something right.  I fell into a timeless space where he became the center of my universe and I lost myself in trying to give every inch of him attention all at once.  A small portion of my mind was still detached though, cataloging the sensations and emotions as I ministered to his need.

I am giving my first blow job.

Part of me knew I had neither technique, nor the endurance to really take control of him this way, but in a very surprising way, it was fun trying.  His breathing told me he was enjoying it, along with the spasms through his monstrous thighs as he fought to maintain control of his subconscious desire to thrust upwards, into me.

His tail had taken on a life of its own.

Still, I was more than a bit put out when he reached down and picked me up, pulling us apart.  The hunger to finish what I’d started brought a kindly smile to his face as he gently laid his thick finger on my lips to silence any protest.  Then he laid me out on his massive bed, leaned over and kissed me again.  I wished that my arms were long enough to wrap around his long head, but I contented myself with playing with the lengthy, ebony hair that ran from the top of his head down the back of his thick neck.

I felt his free hand take my breast and begin to gently kneed it.  Suddenly I intensely needed to be naked, to display myself for his approval and use.  My hands flew to the draw sting of the camisole and jerked it loose as his mouth and tongue started a frustratingly slow journey down my neck.

The camisole came loose without ripping, for which I would be grateful later.  Right now, it was in the way and had to go.  The panties, I didn’t need to be gentle with.  They were secured to my hips by two Velcro tabs that were meant to be ripped off.  Which is exactly how they left my body. 

He leaned back, one hand idly continually playing with my breast to see all of me, naked below him.  His smile of approval had neither lust, nor humor in it, but there was a flood of emotion that washed from him to me over it.  I wasn’t self conscious of my nakedness.  Indeed I felt powerful as I reached up to him, to draw us back together.

He responded to my need, taking up where he left off, teasing first one breast, then the other.  I had no idea his lips were so soft.  That, along with the pebble like texture to his tongue assured me the sheets under us would be ruined in short order.  Then he knelt down on the floor and started his journey south once more.  I jerked at each touch of his lips or tongue.

But when he finally nestled between my legs, that’s when I discovered an ecstasy beyond anything else I’d ever felt.  I lost the ability to track time as I rode wave after wave of pleasure that danced to the rhythm of his tongue playing in my nether regions.  I wasn’t entirely sure how long this went on, but I almost cried when he withdrew.  I propped myself up on my elbows as I struggled to catch my breath and beg him to continue, then I realized what was coming next.

Sorry, bad pun.

It was a bit awkward, trying to figure out the best way to position ourselves to make this work.  I think we had both been fighting the urge to laugh, but it became too much.  We both started about the same time and laughed ourselves silly.  It didn’t affect the wetness that was all but pouring out of me, nor did he get the slightest bit softer. 

Somehow, it brought us even closer.  “Maybe missionary isn’t going to work,” gasped Ed as he wiped a tear from his eyes.  “Do you want to try being on top?”

“Yes, but Ah’m a little afraid of it hurting and that might drag it out.  Ah have a hymen you’ll have to break,” I told him as I floated up and out of the way.  He clamored onto the bed, taking a bit to get his tail comfortable. 

“I can pull you down if that will help?” he asked.  I nodded, biting my lip.  It was ridiculous being afraid of this, I’d probably had worse from any of the fights I’d been in, but somehow this was different.  I hovered over him as he steadied himself upwards.  I worked his head back and forth in the folds of me to get him nice and slick, gasping every time he bumped my clitoris.  Finally, I was satisfied and positioned him at the opening. 

He took hold of my hips and slowly pulled me down, onto him.  His nostrils flared as we became one and there was a wild look in his eyes that I should have been afraid of, but the only emotion I could muster up for it was pride.

I stretched as he entered, my mouth falling open at the incredible feeling of being full.  Then he found my hymen and he stopped, panting.  “Ready?” he gasped out.

“Oh, yes…” I murmured.  His grip on my thighs flirted with pain as he forcefully pulled me down.  I felt myself rip and the burning sensation brought tears to my eyes as he bottomed out deep with in me.  His hands left my thighs, caressed up my back to pull me down against his chest.  “It hurts,” I gasped, stretched beyond belief, but comforted by his gentle touch on my back.  I realized that he was completely in me.  I wouldn’t have thought it possible.

“Just get used to me, love,” he whispered thickly.  I could tell how much he wanted to just take me; I could feel the trembling in his muscles.   I kissed his chest as I settled my hands on his shoulders for balance as I used my flight to move off of him, and then rock back down.

The burning became a dull ache, then just a pleasant edge to the ecstasy I quickly lost myself in.  It didn’t stop until I felt myself flooded that triggered a new wave, but it was shorter and more intense than the others and brought me back down.  Ed was panting over me; every muscle trembling as his own orgasm teasingly left him.

When did he get on top? I wondered, and then decided I really didn’t care.  I wrapped my legs as far as they would go around his waist and pulled him down on top of me so I could feel his full weight.  Ginnevia, you really need to change your tea brand.

I had no idea.

None.

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When I awoke much later, night had fallen.  The room was dark, lit by the flickering of the candle light and the soft glow from the lit movie posters.  I was on my side, facing Edward as he lay on his own side facing me.  His eyes were closed and between his slow regular breathing and the smile on his face assured me he was dreaming pleasant dreams.

Somehow, I had a feeling I featured rather prominently in them.

I was sore, there was a sticky dampness that ran down both my inner thighs and a massive wet spot on the sheets between us, but I couldn’t have been happier.   As I snuggled my head against his barrel chest, I thought to myself, Thank you, Ginnevia.

I was completely surprised when her voice responded to me in my head.  You’re welcome, Jennifer.  I’m guessing you enjoyed yourself?  There was just a hint of regret to that mental tone and I sent as much consolation as I could figure out how towards the feeling of her in my mind.

Ginny, Ah am sorry Ah can’t be what you want.  But, how can you pass up something as wonderful as this?  Ah have never felt so complete and happy and alive in mah whole life!

Her mental tone chuckled.  First off, don’t you ever call me Ginny to my face.  Second, girl, if you think what you just had was the best; try it sometime with another woman.  A woman knows exactly where and how to touch you to send you through the roof.  I had a feeling Ed would be perfect for you, and I’m glad I was right.  You two done?

I sighed as I relished the closeness and heat of my lover.  For round one, sure.  I felt his sheath against my stomach and started thinking of ways I could arouse him once more without waking him until I was ready.  Ah won’t be done with him till tomorrow sometime.  Maybe not till next week.

            Ginnevia’s voice in my head became clouded with regret.  I’m afraid that’s not going to be the way of it, girl.  The boss has called a meeting of the Full Group.  He knows both your communicators are at Ed’s place, but I told him everything was ok and I’d contact you when you… well, as soon as you were available.  I didn’t tell him, but I’m pretty sure he’ll figure it out.  You both need to come in.

            I pouted.  Ah don’t want to go to school today!

You might be a woman now, but you’ve still got to grow up.  I’ll be there to fetch you in thirty minutes, so you better be ready.  Then her presence was gone from my mind.  A thousand angry retorts flashed around in my head, but the grown up in me realized she was right.

That thought gave me a moment of pause.  Maybe I had been playing this all wrong.  If the Marshal knew about me and Ed, there were going to be consequences.  Consequences I would not be happy with, but there was a grown up way to deal with this.

A plan began to hatch in the back of my mind which I set in the incubator of thought while I turned my conscience self to rousing my lover without arousing him.  Much as I would love another round, the grown up in me knew we didn’t have time.  “Ed?” I called softly.  His right ear rotated to face me as his right eye opened.

“Morning,” he mumbled.  “You ok?”

A grin plastered itself across my face.  “Honey, Ah am wonderful.  But, I just got the mental call from Ginny.  We have to get ready.  Boss man called a meeting and she’ll be here in thirty minutes.”

“You’re in luck then,” he said with a smile as he stood, then picked me up as my face did my questioning for me.  “You’ll see,” was his answer as he carried me into the master bath of the apartment. 

I had not set foot in there yet, not wanting to violate too much of his privacy.  I’d done my touch ups and final preparations in the half bath out front.  “I had to sign a three year lease to get the ok to alter the apartment this much,” he told me as we entered the room.  “But it’s been worth it.”

His bathroom was actually at one point seemed to have been the second bedroom of the apartment.  All of the fixtures were designed with him in mind.  The bathtub was the size of a queen bed, halfway between a hot tub and a Japanese Furo tub.  The shower stall was enormous.  Large enough for five or six normal sized people, or the two of us with all sorts of this and that room.  The walls were covered in nozzles so water would hit you from every direction all at once. 

There was a complicated looking device, built like a set of rings, stacked on top of each other in one corner, furthest from the water.  “What’s that?” I asked.

“Something Geoffrey cooked up for me.  It’s a fur dryer.  Hot air runs through the ducts and up the rings.  Dries me off in about a minute.  You’ll love it.”

A smile lit my face.  “Lead on sir.”

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Well, weren’t entirely ready when Ginnevia arrived.  But, close enough that she didn’t have to wait long.  I must have one of those showers.  And the dryer?  Not only was my body and my hair completely dry in a third of the time it would have taken normally, but by running a brush through it as the dryer ran, I got this wonderful, relaxed, windblown look to my hair that would have taken half an hour to achieve with a conventional dryer.

Then, uniforms in place, Mortagain popped us back to HQ, directly into the Round Room.  The others were already there.  Holly was in her Valkyrie mode, decked out in a metal and chain mail bustier that left her midriff bare.  This was completed with leather pants that ended in high fur lined boots and a helmet that left her face open with a pair of feather wings that came up like antlers from her temples.  She had added a cape for that classic super hero look and somewhere they’d gotten her a sword and round shield.

Mom, who was evidently an auxiliary member back from her days as a founding member of the group, despite her lack of being MS positive was in her Night Shade personae, an all black body stocking that had a vaguely ninja look to it complete with a mask that completely covered her face, making it a featureless black, but left her hair flowing freely.  And I recognized a number the gizmos that hung off the utility belt she wore.

Around the room were seated the other Auxiliary members, people who had semi-retired or their manifestations of MS had not been particularly powerful, but the law was the law.  In all, there were about a hundred people here.  Geoffrey took the podium, helmet off for a change, but the rest of the Eagle get up somewhat encumbering him as he banged the gavel.  “The meeting will come to order,” he announced.  Ed, Ginnevia and I quickly took our seats at the table.

“This meeting of the Stone Mountain Irregulars is declared open at 9 pm Eastern Standard Time on Saturday, the 7th of February 2004.  The secretary shall so note in the minutes.”

Oh, great, Roberts fucking Rules of Order.

“Item One: Old Business.”

One of the staffers who I’d seen running around the hallways was evidently playing secretary, she piped up, “Mr. Chairman, there are no items of Old Business.”

Bang went the gavel.  “Item Two: New Business.”

“Mr. Chairman!” interrupted a voice from the group of Auxiliaries.

“The Chair recognizes the Surge.”  I turned to look.  Surge had been one of my idols as a kid growing up.  He was a speedster and it seemed time had been kind to him.  There was a bit of gray in his hair and beard, but it only made him seem more distinguished and College Professor like. 

“A motion to suspend Roberts Rules of Order for the remainder of the meeting.”

Surprisingly, Geoffrey seemed happy about that.  “A motion to suspend Roberts Rules of Order for the remainder of the meeting is on the floor.  Do I have a second?”

“Second!” someone shouted.

“Is there discussion of the motion on the floor?” asked Geoffrey.

Another voice from my left called out, “Call to question!”

Geoffrey smiled.  “All those in favor of suspending Roberts Rules of Order for the remainder of this meeting, signify by saying Aye!”  The shout of affirmative echoed through the room.  “Opposed?”  Silence.  “Motion carried.”

A wave of relaxation swept over the room.  “My friends, I have a couple of things we need to address and I must make you aware of.  First, please join me in welcoming our newest member, the Valkyrie.”  I sniffed at being excluded while a polite round of applause filled the room.  After it died, Geoffrey continued.  “The method of her infection is the reason for this meeting.  Sovereign has evidently completed his experiments on Mckimpson Strain and may have stabilized it to the point where MS 1 will always bestow paranormal ability to those infected.  The Agency has categorized this new strain as MS 1S.  We must act quickly to apprehend Sovereign before he can alter it from injection biased to some kind of airborne variety and brings down Civilization as we know it.”

“How do we know that’s what he’s going to do?” I demanded.  Geoffrey’s gaze bore on me with the intensity of a laser.

“Because if everyone has some form of paranormal ability that makes the Regulatory Agency defunct.  More to the point, society cannot handle an outbreak of that magnitude.  Chaos will quickly break out and within a few months we’ll be back to the Stone Age.”

“Ah’m not arguing that if that occurs it wouldn’t go along those lines, but Ah don’t think Sovereign wouldn’t have thought about that too.  Ah’m just saying that an airborne variety probably isn’t what he’s doing, that’s all.”

“Belle,” he said softly.  “You are here as a courtesy.  Please let us continue with the meeting…”

“Courtesy?” I demanded.  “Ah happen to be a member of this little social club!”

Geoffrey shook his head.  “Actually, you are pending a transfer to one of the other groups around the state.  I’ll give you the full list after the meeting for you to choose from…”

Here’s hoping all that time in drama class was well spent.  “What?” I shouted.

He sighed.  “You are a cop, Belle.  You cannot have a relationship with someone on the force you serve on.  Regulations require your transfer.  Or do you deny that you and Cavalry are seeing each other?”

I stumbled to my feet, shaking with rage.  Mustn’t let him realize I’m on to him.  “How dare you bring mah personal life into this meeting?  You’re so fond putting me in mah place with your damned rules?  How’s this for you?  We are not cops.  We might help them and others to the best of our abilities, but the rules cops have to work under do not necessarily apply to us.  A motion, Mr. Chairman, to remove Article Seven Paragraph Four from the Irregulars charter.  Further, Ah move for a vote of No Confidence in your leadership of this Organization.”

Before Geoffrey could respond, I felt my heart glow as Cavalry stood beside me.  “I formally second both motions, Mr. Chairman.”

The American Eagle’s mouth hung open as the realization of what had just happened sunk in.  As the room descended into shouts of argument, he sank slowly into his chair.  The Red Neck new girl had just out maneuvered him.

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Continued in Chapter 10

 

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