A Sexy Sin Tale (Lincoln X Lucy)

It was a black Christmas for the Detroit Dead Poets Society, in the main hall of their apartment block, they hosted a masked ball and dressed themselves entirely in black. Though festive, the room was devoid of cheer. Instead, they basked themselves in the macabre; decorating the room with pagan gods of old, references to Edgar Allan Poe, white porcelain jars, filled with black sweets, incense and the poems that the society had written for the occasion. Even the music, though tied to Christmas, was played, in sombre and melancholic tunes, from an old gramophone.

The music played for the Gothic poets, as they, with their partners, danced in a deliberately slow fashion. Among them was Lucy and her brother Lincoln. Though it was easy to tell them apart from the crowd, Lincoln's white hair standing out from amongst the dark sea of black hair, they hadn't slacked off in keeping with the Gothic theme. Lucy wore a mask that resembled a death's head hawkmoth, the black and yellow patterns hinting at danger, and Lincoln had chosen the black cat for his mask's theme. Though perhaps a little effeminate, he didn't mind. Rather, his mind had raced ahead to the entertainment of the night. He leaned closer to Lucy and whispered in her ear. "Shall we go?"
"Do you find this gathering dull, Lincoln?" Lucy asked, her voice had a strange warmth and allure to it; but was not unlike a knife on a piano wire. "I don't find it dull." Lincoln replied, having drawn back to look Lucy in the eyes as he spoke. "I just think the fun that we can have, by ourselves, makes this party seem dull, by comparison." He added.
"Smooth." Lucy said dryly, but a thin wry smile appeared on her lips. She withdraw from Lincoln and then held out a hand, expecting him to lead her. To which, he accepted, as he took her soft pale hand and lead her out of the room and up a set of stairs.

Once they made it to Lucy's room, the game began. As Lucy, parted from Lincoln's side, and wandered towards the bed, slowly undoing her black dress until it fell down in a heap. She stepped back, took off her mask, and turned her head to watch Lincoln's reactions, before dropping the mask in the pile of clothing. Lucy had gone braless, which meant that she was only wearing black lacy underwear.

Lincoln closed the distance and put one hand on Lucy's ivory shoulder, he clasped his other hand around one of Lucy's own, and planted a soft, subtle kiss on her neck. Like a dance, he rotated her shoulder, pulled their enclosed hands to their chests, as Lucy twirled on her feet, so as to face Lincoln. Lincoln glanced at her gentle hand, with long dainty fingers, and planted a noble kiss. Then, he drew his head back and looked longingly at Lucy. Now that her mask was gone, her hair, once again, hid her eyes.

Lincoln leaned in and pressed his lips against Lucy's in a sweet and tender embrace. Finally Lucy gave back, as they engaged with equally fervent passion. Their tongues danced, as they tasted one another and happily shared their time connected at the lips. Until Lucy broke free and placed a finger on Lincoln's lips. "Let's sink into a dark, delicious, delirium." She whispered, putting emphasis on the final words, in such a way, that it tantalised Lincoln mind.

So, he slipped down, slowly, so as to place a kiss on Lucy's neck, chest, stomach and waist, until he finally in a position to pull down Lucy's lacy underwear. When he did this, he did it slowly, he took his time and heightened the anticipation. Yet, it was wasn't long before he had revealed Lucy's lower lips and he did, as he had done with the rest of Lucy, pressing a kiss just above. On the patch where Lucy had shaved. With gentle fingers, Lucy pushed up Lincoln's chin and gazed into his eyes. From where he knelt, Lincoln could see into Lucy's eyes and he saw the need in those eyes. A fire had been lit.

She slowly walked backwards, until she was able to fall into the centre of the bed, and from there she watched Lincoln rise and undress. She took in the sight of each piece of flesh, as Lincoln revealed himself; his arms, his neck, his stomach and thighs and finally his cock. He had been holding back, but he clearly ready to consummate their passion together and, in knowing that, Lucy melted.

Lincoln made his way to Lucy and crawled on top of her, he stared down at Lucy and waited. Now, it was Lucy's turn to lavish her lover with affection, as she kissed Lincoln on the neck and took a hold of Lincoln's hot, throbbing penis; guiding it to her vagina. She was wet, she needed this, they needed this; a fact that was punctuated by how easily Lincoln's cock slipped inside of Lucy. She cooed softly, the sensation of Lincoln building as he slowly entered her. They stopped halfway and shared a look. Lucy nodded and Lincoln retook control, starting slow and with large motions. Withdrawing to the tip and then pushing until he was all the way in. They breathed heavily, conjoined at the hips and sharing in the ecstasy.

Lucy wrapped her arms around Lincoln, a sign to go faster, which Lincoln heeded. He bucked his hips faster and Lucy sighed in response, her toes curled as she received Lincoln. He picked up the pace again, but kept the rhythm, paying close attention to Lucy's reactions, as she squirmed underneath him and moaned underneath him. The sounds of sex echoed across the room, flesh against flesh, moans and rhythmic breathing.

Lucy pressed her nails into Lincoln's back as they reached the peak and Lincoln drove them both towards orgasmic climax, he gave it his all. As hard as he could. As fast as he could. And making sure to hit all the right spots, that made Lucy bite her bottom lip and squeal. Feeling their mutual end coming, Lincoln forced a kiss and held it as he came inside of her. Lucy gave pleasured screams, that vibrated through Lincoln, as he rode out the waves of Lucy's climax.

When they had finally finished, Lincoln withdrew, Lucy making soft moans as he did, and rolled down next to Lucy. Lucy shuffled until she was laying on Lincoln's chest and he responded by wrapping his arms around her. They basked in their warm glow, sweat rolled down off of their bodies and onto the bed sheets. Lucy held one hand on her womb, feeling full. She gave a contented smile, as she joined Lincoln in a deep sleep.