Angel Of Love
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M through R › Phantom of the Opera
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
3,850
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own The Phantom of the Opera movie(s), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part Three
ANGEL OF LOVE
PART THREE
Erik cursed himself as he led the girl back to the dressing room. Every now and then a bout of loneliness would come over him and he yearned for contact with another human being, his misfortune that Louisa had stumbled upon him at such a time.
Cursing his momentary weakness again he unconsciously lengthened his stride so she had to practically run to keep up with him. He had decided to take her back to the dressing room because he didn’t want her to know of any other ways down to his home but when they reached the mirror he could see that someone was in the room.
Two of the chorus girls were looking through the clothes left there, giggling at some joke they shared. Erik cursed all silly girls to hell and turned to Louisa placing a silencing finger to his lips, briefly noticing the way her breasts strained against her dress as she panted, out of breath from his brisk walk.
She moved slightly in front of him so she could see through the mirror, watching the girls with a smile. She delighted in the concept of being able to watch them while they remained unaware of their observers. She was somewhat distracted by the man who stood so close behind her, painfully aware of his over-powering masculinity.
Turning her attention back to the mirror she tried to calm her senses but suddenly the two giggling chorus girls caught her attention. The taller of the two was standing behind her friend and planting little nibbling kisses along the side of her neck while her hands glided up over her breasts. She slowly pulled the thin fabric downwards until the small, pert breasts were exposed and began to fondle them, her fingers teasing the nipples until they were hard.
The smaller girl was leaning her head back against her friend’s shoulder while her hand slipped inside the top of her skirt to slide along the slick wetness there. Her friend stopped kissing her neck when she noticed this and pulled her hand out, bringing the wet fingers to her own mouth.
Louisa’s face was aflame with embarrassment but could not look away as the smaller girl was stripped of her skirt and laid on the floor. Dipping her head between the open thighs Louisa could see her tongue flicking out against the pink flesh causing the prone girl to arch upwards, her mouth open so they could faintly hear the moans.
This was too much for Louisa and she began to turn away but her arms were grasped from behind and she was forced to turn back.
“Not enjoying the show?” Erik spoke in her ear, the warmth of his breath sending a tremor through her despite her panic. “No? It never ceases to amaze me,” he purred softly as his hands slid around to cup her breasts, squeezing gently, “just how depraved some of these girls can be. Take these two for instance,” he nodded slightly as his fingers began to unbutton her dress so he could slip a hand inside her bodice to free her from its confines, “they’ve been having their little affair for quite some time now.” He grasped her chin suddenly and made her face the mirror, “See how well they know each other’s bodies.”
Louisa could see that both girls were now naked with the taller girl on top lying top to tail, their faces buried between each other’s thighs. Both sets of hips were moving in rhythm with the darting tongues.
Louisa’s face was still flushed with embarrassment but it now mingled with a feeling of arousal as Erik slid a hand down her leg to lift her skirt. Quickly he found the swollen flesh between her legs and ran his fingers along until they came to her entrance then moved back again. Several times he did this while his other hand remained on her breast causing her to lean back against him while she clutched his arms to keep from falling.
Abruptly she was spun around and once again her arms were held in a tight grip. Looking up into his face she could see his anger and his passion showing in his eyes although he kept his voice low and even.
“You don’t seem to be much different from those two in there and you dare mention Christine to me!”
He pushed her from him and watched as she quickly gathered her dress together to hide herself. He noted the way her mouth was red and swollen from his kiss earlier and he had a sudden urge to repeat it but held himself back. He also saw the tears she struggled to hold back and felt a momentary twinge of conscience but quickly suppressed it.
He pointed further along the corridor, “Go that way and you will come to a door that will lead you out. Don’t come back to my home again – you are not welcome!”
PART THREE
Erik cursed himself as he led the girl back to the dressing room. Every now and then a bout of loneliness would come over him and he yearned for contact with another human being, his misfortune that Louisa had stumbled upon him at such a time.
Cursing his momentary weakness again he unconsciously lengthened his stride so she had to practically run to keep up with him. He had decided to take her back to the dressing room because he didn’t want her to know of any other ways down to his home but when they reached the mirror he could see that someone was in the room.
Two of the chorus girls were looking through the clothes left there, giggling at some joke they shared. Erik cursed all silly girls to hell and turned to Louisa placing a silencing finger to his lips, briefly noticing the way her breasts strained against her dress as she panted, out of breath from his brisk walk.
She moved slightly in front of him so she could see through the mirror, watching the girls with a smile. She delighted in the concept of being able to watch them while they remained unaware of their observers. She was somewhat distracted by the man who stood so close behind her, painfully aware of his over-powering masculinity.
Turning her attention back to the mirror she tried to calm her senses but suddenly the two giggling chorus girls caught her attention. The taller of the two was standing behind her friend and planting little nibbling kisses along the side of her neck while her hands glided up over her breasts. She slowly pulled the thin fabric downwards until the small, pert breasts were exposed and began to fondle them, her fingers teasing the nipples until they were hard.
The smaller girl was leaning her head back against her friend’s shoulder while her hand slipped inside the top of her skirt to slide along the slick wetness there. Her friend stopped kissing her neck when she noticed this and pulled her hand out, bringing the wet fingers to her own mouth.
Louisa’s face was aflame with embarrassment but could not look away as the smaller girl was stripped of her skirt and laid on the floor. Dipping her head between the open thighs Louisa could see her tongue flicking out against the pink flesh causing the prone girl to arch upwards, her mouth open so they could faintly hear the moans.
This was too much for Louisa and she began to turn away but her arms were grasped from behind and she was forced to turn back.
“Not enjoying the show?” Erik spoke in her ear, the warmth of his breath sending a tremor through her despite her panic. “No? It never ceases to amaze me,” he purred softly as his hands slid around to cup her breasts, squeezing gently, “just how depraved some of these girls can be. Take these two for instance,” he nodded slightly as his fingers began to unbutton her dress so he could slip a hand inside her bodice to free her from its confines, “they’ve been having their little affair for quite some time now.” He grasped her chin suddenly and made her face the mirror, “See how well they know each other’s bodies.”
Louisa could see that both girls were now naked with the taller girl on top lying top to tail, their faces buried between each other’s thighs. Both sets of hips were moving in rhythm with the darting tongues.
Louisa’s face was still flushed with embarrassment but it now mingled with a feeling of arousal as Erik slid a hand down her leg to lift her skirt. Quickly he found the swollen flesh between her legs and ran his fingers along until they came to her entrance then moved back again. Several times he did this while his other hand remained on her breast causing her to lean back against him while she clutched his arms to keep from falling.
Abruptly she was spun around and once again her arms were held in a tight grip. Looking up into his face she could see his anger and his passion showing in his eyes although he kept his voice low and even.
“You don’t seem to be much different from those two in there and you dare mention Christine to me!”
He pushed her from him and watched as she quickly gathered her dress together to hide herself. He noted the way her mouth was red and swollen from his kiss earlier and he had a sudden urge to repeat it but held himself back. He also saw the tears she struggled to hold back and felt a momentary twinge of conscience but quickly suppressed it.
He pointed further along the corridor, “Go that way and you will come to a door that will lead you out. Don’t come back to my home again – you are not welcome!”