A Phantom Touch Book One of the Ilinatha Prophecy

Soft moans began to emanate from the darkened room, the curtains fluttering from the light breeze that came from the open balcony doors. There was a rustling of silk sheets as Alstromeria Lastentier shifted in her sleep, her lips parting ever so slightly, the tip of her tongue wetting her lower lip. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her skin as she shifted her slender legs beneath the sheets. A phantom touch caressed the skin around her taut nipple, causing her to moan out loud.

Meria, as she was known to her family and friends, shifted her head to the side as she tried to touch whoever was bringing exquisite pleasure just from the slightest touch to her breast. Despite her physical hand connecting with nothing, in her mind, she saw her fingers tracing along the pale arm of her lover.

Meria never saw his face. She could only catch glimpses of his majestic body as he delivered exquisite pleasure to every inch of her skin. Her back arched as that phantom mouth placed an open-mouthed kiss beside her nipple then shifted enough to take the taut peak between his lips as he began to suckle. She moaned quietly in appreciation at the sensation. Her pussy tingled as she shifted her thighs, creating a tactile sensation against her aching mound. She massaged her other breast, tugging on the nipple as the phantom mouth moved across the skin of her sternum to her other breast, latching onto its nipple and returning to suckling.

As the lightest touch from his hand gently brushed the skin of her stomach, moving further to caress the now dark blonde curls between her thighs, Meria let out a frustrated gasp, her thighs parting. She kicked away the sheet that was covering her. She almost thought she would orgasm right then and there as she felt the cool breeze blow over the moisture of her aching pussy that coated her inner thighs. She wanted that hand to touch her, possess her. She wanted to find her release, and she wanted to find it now.

“Fuck,” she whispered, shifting some. “Please…” her voice sounded loud to her ears in the quiet of her bedroom. A soft, amused chuckle floated on the breeze that came through the window. She came close to snarling her frustration as those phantom fingers brushed the curls of her pussy again before parting the folds and finding the sensitive bud of her clit, flicking it. The sensations that tore through her body sent her arching off the bed, her voice keening in a loud cry of pleasure. Every nerve ending tingled with the sensation of it all. She shivered as she relaxed, only to find that phantom touch spiraling her up again.

“Please! Please!” Her legs thrashed, wanting her lover between her thighs, his cock sliding into her dripping wet pussy. She wanted to wrap her legs around his waist and thrust her hips up to meet his as he pounded her as deep as he could. Her hips started to lift to the hand, imagining the sound of his skin slapping against hers as he shoved his cock deeper and deeper.

Meria's nails dug into the palms of her hand. She was surprised that she did not draw blood at the pressure she was producing. She wanted more. It was always the case. More, more, more. But never quite enough. Her hips began to piston up and down to the hand caressing her. Her own fingers began to slide from the bed and over the skin of her hipbone, towards the juncture of her thighs. She hissed slightly as she was held from doing so by the other phantom hand as her clit was caressed.

“Oh, Gods!” She cried out loudly as she felt a tongue flit over the tip of her clit, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. Planting her feet, she lifted her hips up sharply.

“Fuck me, dammit!” Her demand was a breathy cry, her voice laced with desire and need. Once again a chuckle sounded on the breeze, the curtains shifting ever so around the glass doors that led to her balcony. Meria sobbed with frustration, trying again to touch her aching pussy to bring herself some relief. Once again she found her hand restrained and that tongue flicked her clit again.

“Please,” she said in an agonizing whisper. Her neck arched and she screamed as an orgasm ripped its way along her nerve endings as a phantom mouth closed around her clit and bit down. Pleasure and pain ran through her body as she trembled from the intensity of it. Her eyes rolled back and she almost thought she would pass out. Once the final tremor passed, she lay back feeling boneless as she caught her breath. Slowly her eyes cracked, blue slits peeking from beneath blonde lashes. Meria started to awaken completely and looked around the bedroom. She moaned, raising a shaky hand to her forehead.

“Not again.”