* DISCLAIMER * This is a non-profit work of fan-fiction involving characters created and owned by Marvel Comics Group. * WRITTEN BY * Samy Merchi * ARCHIVED AT * http://mash.yok.utu.fi/~samerc/fanfic/index.html * STARRING * Roberto "SUNSPOT" Da Costa Amara Juliana Olivians "MAGMA" Aquilla * CONTINUITY * This story takes place between NEW MUTANTS #11 and #12. The New Mutants have just defeated Selene in Nova Roma, and have traveled back to Rio De Janeiro where they abide at Villa Da Costa, deciding to have a little vacation in the beach capital of the world. * MATURE CONTENT * This story includes: explicit sex (m/f teen consensual) * WARNING * Pure smut. Absolutely just pure smut. Don't expect plot or originality, and you'll be fine. * DEDICATED TO * Sequoia "MARVELOUS GIRL" Swennes Well, the two of us have been waiting forever for some proper Roberto erotica. The wait's over, babe. Hope you like it as much as I enjoyed writing it. ****************************** * NEW MUTANTS #11 1/2 * * "Underneath the Palm Tree" * ****************************** * GUEST STARRING * Danielle "MIRAGE" Moonstar Rahne "WOLFSBANE" Sinclair Samuel Zachery "CANNONBALL" Guthrie *** (( I'm after a specific kind of image, that'll make Amara feel good when I find it... I'll create a spirit-form of it that she can see! )) "DANI??? Is this your doing?! Oh. If only you knew what happened under this tree!" "Okay, what?" "Ask Roberto." "I think I'll kill him first." -- Danielle Moonstar and Amara Aquilla, NEW MUTANTS #14 *** Underneath the mango tree Me honey and me can watch for the moon Underneath the mango tree Me honey and me make boolooloop soon Underneath the moonlit sky Me honey and I can sit hand in hand Underneath the moonlit sky Me honey and I can make fairyland Mango, banana and tangerine Sugar and ackee and cocoa bean When we get marry we make them grow And nine little chil' in a row *** "You like it?" Amara whirled around at the voice, her hands tensing into sharp flat surfaces as she raised them in front of her, ready to attack any intruder who thought they were going to get the better of her. They wouldn't. Not only was she stunningly beautiful, possessing a perfect hourglass figure -- slim waist, broad hips and a chest which was extremely well-developed for her fifteen years -- and short hair framing her proud, sharp-featured face, like burning sunlight, or dawn's gold, glittering as it curled up, but she was also an Amazon warrior, having survived in the jungle for years of her short life. Roberto smirked a bit at Amara's startlement, leaning onto a palm tree in a cocky pose -- his arms crossed over his chest, his hips thrust forward and his ankles crossed. "< It's only me >", he said, speaking in Amara's native tongue of Latin to reassure her, smiling coyly, and his eyes twinkling. "< I apologize. It was not my intention to startle you. >" The tone didn't match the words, making it quite obvious to Amara that he wasn't sorry at all, and he had quite enjoyed watching her as she had been looking around the gardens. He still enjoyed watching her, but let his attention now be on her bright, intelligent eyes, instead of where it was before. The two teenagers had just come from the Amazon. Yesterday, they had flown from Manaus to Rio De Janeiro, and spent the night at Emmanuel Da Costa's -- Roberto's father's -- mansion at the seaside on Ipanema beach. Emmanuel himself was out of town, on business, and would remain so for a week longer. It was morning now, and Amara had come to admire the garden of the mansion. Manaus was the first modern-world city she had ever seen, having lived all her life in the remnant colony of Nova Roma in the Andes, in first-century conditions. Rio was the second. And she was constantly astonished by the marvels of this new world she had been thrust in. But there was a limit to what she could take, and this garden -- this garden reminded her of the jungle. No people. Peaceful. Just the nature around her. She had been smiling, until Roberto had surprised her. "< It is beautiful, isn't it? >" Roberto commented on the garden, still leaning back against the tree, his expression the same smirk. "< Much like yourself. Only far less so. >" Contrary to popular beliefs and urban myths regarding the intelligence levels of women looking like her, Amara was not an idiot. A condescending smile rose to her lips, and she regarded Roberto from her place with slight amusement. "< You do me honor, Roberto >", she replied nonetheless, though she was fully aware of the seduction attempt. The pose, the words -- could he be any more transparent? He thought he was irresistible, didn't he? (( No, not 'thought' )), smiled Amara to herself. (( He *knew*. )) "< This garden is very lovely. To compare me to it is... >" She paused, licked her lips slightly, as she considered the next word with amusement. "... cunning." Intentionally switching suddenly to English, moving the pronunciation of the 'u' towards 'u' instead of 'a' minutely, and muting the 'g' a bit, she waited to see the reaction on Roberto's face, to see if his thoughts were still going in Latin. Indeed, the smile suddenly disappeared off Roberto's face. (( Did she just say what I think she said?? )) he thought to himself, as his brain processed the word. First, the Latin meaning. Then his mind went to his native Portuguese...and finally to English, before he realized what she had just said. "Ah..." he started, a bit hesitantly after being so completely tripped over in his cockiness. "...anyway, I thought that since my father is away, and I am therefore the master of this mansion at the moment, I should attend to you and see if you need anything?" he asked. "That is polite of you, Roberto", Amara replied with a brief nod, and was about to go on that the only thing she needed at the moment was privacy. But she didn't. "You are very attentive to the..." Her lips parted slightly, a little sensuous game. "...*needs* of your guests, are you not?" Softly, Roberto laughed. Not mocking, but amused. And pleased. The last such obvious invitation he had had, he had turned down. Gallio's little servant girl in Nova Roma. He had been too distraught over thinking his mother was dead, and distracted by the possibly dangerous situation the New Mutants were in... He, at the time, was really not in the mood. But now...? He pushed himself off the palm tree, and took a few slow steps towards Amara. "Aren't you a bit young to be thinking such things?" he asked with a teasing smile. "My cousin Maya is already pregnant", Amara simply replied, seeming little bothered. "And she is younger than me." A silent step took her forward a bit, towards Roberto. "What about yourself, Roberto? Are -you- too young?" 'Too young to handle me?' was the unspoken question which danced on Amara's playful, parted lips. "You will find..." Roberto started calmly, as he finished the approach, taking his body only inches from Amara's, "...that when we arrive in the United States, people will act quite repressed with such matters." His eyes twinkled, his smile widening a bit. "But I am a Brazilian. We are...different." Slowly and quietly, air passed thru Amara's parted lips as she inhaled mutely. "This being your home, Roberto..." she started "...and I, your guest...I am in your debt for the accomodations..." A pause, and her chin lowered a bit, pretending to look a bit more demure. "Is there anything I could do to...show my gratitude?" "You are amazing, Amara", Roberto smiled, and placed a hand onto her cheek, feeling the soft aristocratic skin, with a touch of underlying toughness to it, much like his own. They were two of a kind. They had both been raised in a rigid environment, trained to be the ruling class. They were both strong, indomitable. Like a lion and a lioness. No one dared challenge them, and all bowed down to them. And then, they were wrapped up in a heated embrace before either of them could even think to resist. Their lips met with force, their tongues lashing against each other as soft whimpers issued from both their throats -- whimpers not of love, but of lust, of desire, of primal need. They collapsed down onto the ground and rolled around a few times. First he was on top, then she, then he again, and then she ended up atop him once more. A sharp rock on the ground tore a little gash in her outer thigh, but she did not notice. A thick root ran along the ground underneath his back, but he did not notice it pressing against him. All that existed to them, was two young bodies in heat, pressing against each other, rubbing against each other, demanding each other. "I want you, Roberto", Amara hissed thru gritted teeth, and suddenly rolled around again, to bring herself underneath him. "I want your strength -- I want the man who destroyed the Black Priestess... I want the only man in the New Mutants to make me a woman..." The admission of virginity did not slow Roberto down in the least. He pressed his hips against hers, rubbed against her, and let her feel how aroused he was. His hands crept to her hips, feeling the fabric of Amara's orange-colored dress which ran all the way down from her shoulders to her mid-thigh. "And I want you, Amara", his hot breath whispered against her lips. "I've wanted you since I first laid eyes on you, in that Indian disguise -- the way you move, the way you look at people, the way you speak..." "Stop talking", Amara moaned as her hips moved demandingly against his. She spread her thighs wide for him, pushing the skirt part of her dress higher on her hips, almost all the way up to her waist. "Take me, Roberto -- take your woman, as is your right..." He stole one last kiss from her lips before starting to slide down her body. His hands slid up from her hips, and came to caress her breasts, feeling the soft flesh right under her dress without the obstruction of a bra. He felt the hardness of her nipples poke straight thru her dress as if demanding -- screaming out -- to be noticed and caressed by him. And he felt the earth shake. "Amara", he whispered and looked around in alarm. She didn't hear him, too concentrated on the sensations he was giving her, too concentrated on the aching of her breasts, the shivers that shot thru them whenever his fingers played with the nipples thru the thin fabric covering them. Her thighs opened even wider and her legs wrapped around Roberto's back, squeezing him tightly as if wanting to pull his torso straight inside her. "Amara!" he said, harsher, as a stronger earth tremor ran thru the garden, and he paused his caresses, looking up into her eyes sternly, knowing that he had to get her under control so she would not demolish the garden and the mansion with her earth-shaking powers. Her eyes opened just as a small fountain of lava erupted beside them, only a few yards away, and shot upwards a gush of hot liquid which spattered over the ground, fortunately missing the two aroused teens. "Oh!" Amara voiced, and her eyes grew terrified as she realized her powers were once more raging out of control. Yet, she felt a shudder blaze in her loins at the sight of the hot lava shooting out and spraying everywhere. "Oh, Roberto --" she whimpered and tears glistened in her eyes as she realized the hunger of her young body, and that she could never fulfill it until she had her powers over control. "I -- I do not know if I can --" "Shhh", he whispered and placed a fingertip over her lips to silence her. "I understand. It is all right." He leaned over to place a tender kiss onto her lips, and then -- still sitting on the ground -- leaned his back against one of the palm trees in the garden while putting his arms around Amara and holding her shivering body against his. She huddled close against him and bit her lip in shame. "I have failed you, my comrade -- I have misled you..." she said quietly, averting her eyes from his. "I apologize, Roberto... I should not have started this -- I should have realized..." He slid his hand into her hair, and grabbing the golden hair, tilted her head backwards slightly, with a slight roughness to the gesture that made Amara burn inside with need. "Your powers are fueled by your contact to earth, correct?" he asked with that ever-confident smile that turned Amara on so much -- making her feel like he could solve any problem in the world. Not understanding his intent, but nonetheless already feeling slightly reassured by his tone alone, she gave a weak nod. "At least, I believe so -- I do not know enough about my powers to be certain..." "Mmmm", Roberto nodded in response, and then slid a hand to her chin, lifting it upwards slightly to bring her eyes up to meet his. "Then I shall take you on a helicopter ride, and we will see how that affects the situation." "Helicopter?" Amara asked confusedly, never having heard the word before and having little idea what Roberto meant. "I do not think I understand --" "A helicopter is a flying vehicle", he explained. "A flying chariot." He winked playfully to her. "If my theory is correct and indeed, your powers are linked to the earth as I suspect -- everything should be all right." "You mean --" she started with a shuddering breath, and pressed her body tightly against his. She gasped at the feeling of the hard shaft she could feel pressing against her thru his pants, and felt her mouth go dry. "You mean I can have you --? And in the sky --?" she asked, astonishedly, her hands sliding over to cup Roberto's cheeks. "Oh, Roberto -- in the sky?? I would never have thought --" "Will the wonders of the modern world never cease?" Roberto asked Amara teasingly, and gently stroked a hand over her right breast. "How does right now sound? I can have a helicopter here within half an hour..." Amara took a deep breath, feeling moisture of joy well up in her eyes, and she suddenly kissed him, forcefully pressing her mouth against his and suckling with teenage clumsiness that both of them failed to notice. "In a few moments", she whimpered against his lips, and then, tentatively, ran her hand down his body. "First I must pay you the proper gratitude for returning hope to me, Lord Da Costa..." He gasped as he felt her hand caress his aching erection thru the material of his pants, and instinctively pressed his hips upwards against her hand. "Ahh --" he whispered, his back pressing roughly against the palm tree. A brief thought ran thru his mind that should he accidentally power up, he could easily uproot the tree by pushing back against it, so he decided to try and be careful. A mischievous twinkle came to Amara's eyes, as she started sliding down his body, until her head rested on his inner thigh, her hand stroking his arousal steadily. Gently. Lightly. Tentatively. She touched her lips to his pants and kissed softly, feeling the pulsing hardness against her face. A quiet whimper of desire issued from her throat, and then her fingers started slowly undoing his pants, while she looked up at Roberto's face. "Does this please my lord?" "Very much so, Lady Aquilla", he answered and placed his hands into her hair, stroking and caressing with the same gentleness that she was showing him. "You are performing most splendidly..." Her breath shuddered, and she closed her eyes for a brief moment, praying to her gods. (( Minerva, grant me the wisdom to know the right things to please him... )) She finished undoing his pants, and then reached inside his briefs. Her breath quickened as she felt hard, throbbing flesh in her hand, and she instinctively glanced up at Roberto's eyes nervously, then sighed a quiet breath of relief as his eyes were closed. She wanted to be pleasurable to him, not an inexperienced child. Her hands pretended surety where they were unsure, pretended to be brazen where they were hesitant, and caressed him for a few moments. Then they let go of him, and pulled his pants and briefs a bit lower down on his body, to mid-thigh so they would not obscure anything from her sight. She inhaled sharply at the sight of the first erection she had ever seen up close and felt her throat and lips dry up from her shallow, rapid breathing. He was four inches or so, but very thick, and to Amara's inexperienced eyes he seemed gigantic, despite being perhaps slightly under average size. "It is so beautiful, my lord", she whispered as her eyes fixed on the little droplet of moisture glistening at the very tip. "You are so beautiful." "As are you, milady", he whispered in return, and then gasped as he felt her lips touch the tip of his erection. "Oh, Amara..." he moaned and his hands stopped stroking her hair, instead just clutching her head gently. She felt herself tremble from the nervousness, and countered it with grabbing his shaft firmly, holding it and squeezing it like what she imagined the most brazen of strumpets would do. "So hot..." she murmured, and then looked up into Roberto's eyes. "Do you want me, Roberto?" she breathed in desire. "I do", he answered, and smiled down at her. "I want you very much, Amara..." His back arched and his eyes closed as her hand moved slightly on his shaft. "Lick it", he said softly as he let himself go and enjoy the sensations she was awakening in him. "Yes, my lord", she answered with a lightningstroke of inner pleasure shooting thru her as he instructed her. Her tongue came out, and excitedly, she slid it over the glistening purple tip. She savored his salty taste in her mouth, deciding that it felt odd, but was by no means unpleasant. "Is there any other way in particular in which you would wish me to please you?" she asked, mentally congratulating herself over having come up with such a brilliant line with which she could ask for instructions from Roberto without having to seem as inexperienced as she was. Roberto wasn't stupid, however, and he read between the lines of Amara's comment. "Stroke the shaft with your fingers", he instructed her. "Take the head in your mouth and suck it." He thrilled at the feel of instructing her and watching her comply as if she were his wanton slave. He was a Da Costa. He was in charge. And Amara didn't have any problems with that. In her culture, a woman did what a man told her to. It was a wife's duty to serve her husband in all ways he asked her to. And though neither Roberto nor Amara deluded themselves to think this was anything more than two horny teenagers rutting around -- rather than a man and a woman being in love -- the principle of male dominance still applied in Amara's mind. As long as the male was of a comparable social status with her. She wouldn't touch a lower-class male or feel subservient to him -- but Roberto? He was the perfect lover for her. She licked the moisture from the throbbing head, before sealing her lips onto his hardness, sliding her hot mouth onto the tip of his erection and starting to suckle softly on him. He was too small for her to use her entire fist to stroke him while part of him was in her mouth, so she instead opted to use the fingertips of her thumb, and on the other side, her index and middle finger. She moved her fingers up and down on him, applying gentle pressure and stroking the thickness that leaked salty fluid into her mouth. "Mmmm", she moaned softly onto the hard erection in her mouth, sending soft vibrations thru the shaft and into Roberto's spine, tingling and teasing him, as his breathing started quickening and his hands left Amara's head and instead went to the ground beside him. His fingers tensed and dug into the earth as spasms of pleasure went thru his body. Her cheeks hollowed, pulling inwards as her lungs drew hungrily upon the flesh in her mouth. She could feel him pulse against her lips, could feel his hips pushing against her, but she accompanied his thrusts, going up when he did, and lowering back down when he did. "Faster." Amara did not waste time for a nod, but instantly complied with Roberto's order, feeling the urgency in the motions of his hips and wanting to help him reach and cross whatever border he was pursuing. The rhythm of her mouth, of her fingertips stroking along his skin, quickened, and she could feel her inner thighs grow wet from the arousal of servicing Roberto. "A-hh-AHH!" He saw stars as his eyes squeezed tightly shut, his back arched violently, and the back of his head slammed backwards against the trunk of the palm tree. He hardly noticed the impact, as the brief pain paled in scope to the sensations emanating from his groin area as Amara brought him to a furious orgasm. She felt hot, thick liquid spurt into her mouth, and tightened her lips around the straining shaft as pulses ran repeatedly up it, and erupted into her mouth, again and again. She felt her mouth fill with the salty heat, and instinctively swallowed as she imagined she was supposed to do. Time seemed to freeze as Roberto orgasmed, and Amara hungrily drank on his sperm, only too eager to please her first man. Too soon, however, the blissful moment ended, like a mirror shattering into a million pieces, as a final shudder ran thru Roberto, and his pleasure ended. Amara sensed the end of Roberto's orgasm, and slowed down her sucking, from hungry to gentle. She swallowed the remnants of his seed in her mouth while feeling him soften between his lips. Her fingers caressed the skin of the member fascinately as it shrunk under her close scrutiny. She let the only half-stiff length slip out of her mouth, and watched it curiously. It was glistening with her saliva and traces of his orgasm, and she felt the need between her thighs to have the member get hard again and fill her. Her tongue came out, and with slow licks cleaned him up. Shivers shot thru Roberto's spine as the orgasm-sensitive member was teased further in sweet torture, and he could not restrain a mixture of Amara's name and a groan escape his lips. She looked up at the sound of her name, into his sweet chocolate eyes, and felt worry grip her heart. "Did I do it right, Roberto?" she whispered, tickling him with her warm breath even as her expression tried to remain neutral and unworried despite the quivering within her chest. "Did I please you?" Roberto's lips pulled into a smile, as he placed a hand under her chin and lifted her up to bring her face-to-face with him. "Truthfully?" he asked as he looked into her eyes and saw the worry deep in their brownness. "I have never had as wonderful an orgasm as this. You were splendid, Amara." Her eyes widened slightly, but for the most part she was able to control herself. "I -- I was?" she whispered, and then rested her head on his shoulder, kissing the crook of his neck. "It was wonderful for me as well", she said quietly against his skin and basked in the warmth her heart felt at the realization that she was a good woman and could please a man. "It was my pleasure, Roberto." "No", he smiled, and turned his head to bring his lips to hers, kissing her very tenderly. "What we do *next* will be attending to your pleasure." He held her silently for a few moments, the kiss between the two hormone-crazed teenagers deepening before he broke it off. "That is, if you still want to go on a helicopter ride..." Amara smiled mischievously and used her hands to gently tuck Roberto back in his pants, close the zipper and buckle the belt. "I would not miss it for the world, my lord", she purred into his ear, this time using some playfulness in the 'my lord', whereas previously, in the heat of the moment it had been genuine submissiveness. *** "I' came from this way, Dani -- A'm sure." "Hnh", Danielle Moonstar replied as she walked down the corridor to the northeast wing of Villa Da Costa. "I swear, this house is probably bigger than my parents' ranch... I wonder if --" "Hello, Dani -- Rahne", Roberto nodded to the two girls as he rounded a corner and saw them heading his way. "What brings you here? Is there anything I might do for you?" A sweet polite smile graced his lips. Dani wasn't taken in much by Roberto's politesse. Instead she just went straight to the point. "We felt some tremors, and Rahne's sure they came from this direction -- we're looking for Amara, to make sure she's okay." Roberto smiled and gave a nod. "She is quite all right", he answered, and then looked to his side, beyond the corner. "Aren't you, Amara?" She rounded the corner too, coming to stand at Roberto's side and looked to Dani and Rahne with an apologetic expression. "My sincerest apologies -- we did not mean to cause you any alarm..." "We were merely having a slight disagreement", Roberto lied with a straight face. "But we have settled our differences now. Nonetheless, Amara is correct -- we owe you an apology for our reckless behavior." He paused a moment, and appeared thoughtful, then said, "My personal chauffeur, Ruth, is going shopping today -- perhaps the two of you would like to accompany her?" he suggested. "It will be on me, of course." Rahne looked questioningly to Dani, whose opinion she had come to value during the short time these teenagers had been together as the New Mutants. Dani simply narrowed her eyes slightly at Roberto with slight suspicion twinkling in them. Then, she grabbed his arm, and looked to Rahne and Amara. "We will be right back." Amara and Rahne watched Dani drag Roberto away, and they disappeared thru a door, leaving only the blonde and the redhead in the hallway. Amara quirked an eyebrow in concern. It was easier for a woman to understand what another woman was thinking, and doubt started creeping into her mind. *** "You should know better than that!" Dani said harshly, poking Roberto's chest with her finger. "Amara doesn't have any control over her powers -- she can't control her tremors any more than I could control my spiritforms in the beginning -- you should have know better than to get her excited like that!" "Dani, this is my house", Roberto answered calmly. "If someone is to worry, it will be me. You have no cause for concern -- your property was in no danger." "Not everything's about property, 'Berto! I'd have thought you'd have learned *that* much from your father's agent trying to kill us in Nova Roma for some lousy riches!" Dani snapped, looking at Roberto angrily. Roberto's calmness faded into a stormy expression as anger began welling up inside him as well. "You're right", he nonetheless forced himself to admit begrudgingly. "But I still say you were overreacting! I have everything under control! Now, if that was all, Dani --?" he said and started towards the door. Dani winced inwardly as she realized what a sore spot she had hit inside Roberto. "...yeah", she nodded, but had no idea whether he had heard her words. He was already out, and slammed the door loudly shut behind him only moments after Dani's nod, leaving her alone in the billiard room. "Dammit, Moonstar", she murmured under her breath, and kicked the leg of one of the pool tables frustratedly. "I'm sorry, 'Berto -- I didn't mean to hurt you --" she whispered to herself and tried to stabilize her anguished face. *** "Let's go", Roberto said with a grim expression as he strode out of the billiard room, grabbed Amara's arm a bit roughly, and walked off, dragging her behind him. Rahne blinked at the anger in Roberto's eyes and wisely chose to stay out of the way as the two South American mutants walked off. She frowned in concern, and walked over to the door of the billiard room. It was closed. She shifted into her half-wolf form, to eavesdrop. She heard soft crying. *** There was a soft warm tropical wind blowing as Roberto Da Costa and Amara Juliana Olivians Aquilla exited the insides of Villa Da Costa and walked towards the helipad in the back yard. "Bom dia, senhor", the uniformed man said as he stood beside the helicopter, holding the passenger side door open. "< Good morning, Efraim >", Roberto replied in kind, using his native Portuguese. "< Son doing well in college? >" "Sim, senhor", Efraim nodded. "< He works hard. >" Amara paused at the sight of the helicopter, her eyes going wide. "This...thing -- it flies, Roberto?" she asked in unrestrained astonishment. "Yes", Roberto nodded to Amara, and then spoke to Efraim. "< We will not be needing your piloting skills today. You may take the rest of the day off. >" "Senhor?" "< Do it >", Roberto said sharply, and then extended a hand to Amara, who hesitantly accepted the offer, placing her pale-skinned hand into Roberto's chocolate-colored one. "Are you ready, Amara?" Efraim looked on disbelievingly for a moment, but then nodded, and headed off the helipad towards the Villa. You did not argue with a Da Costa if you wished to remain in their employ. "I...am uncertain", Amara answered, her eyes briefly going to Efraim as the pilot walked off, and then returning to Roberto. She felt a thrill go thru her at the power he displayed, the kind of forceful personality she had often dreamed her future husband to possess. "Get in", Roberto simply commanded, pulled Amara closer and started helping her into the helicopter thru the passenger side door. Then, once she was inside, he circled the vehicle, and entered from the pilot's side. "Strap yourself in", he said, pointing to the seat belt. "Like on the flight here from Manaus." Amara nodded and grabbed the two ends of the seat belt, clicking them together around her waist and looked expectantly to Roberto. Her heart was pumping, her adrenaline levels rising as she considered not only the prospect of losing her virginity to someone like Roberto, but also the prospect of actually flying, in the sky, among the clouds, in this strange chariot. Roberto closed the door on his side, and then flicked a few switches, checking several meters and doing a mental pre-flight checklist. Being the son of one of Brazil's richest men had the advantage that you would get to ride along private jets and helicopters all the time, and pilots seeking to get in the good graces with the employer would talk a lot with the employer's son and show him things they wouldn't show any normal teenager. He smiled, and flicked a final switch. The rotor atop the helicopter started slowly spinning. *** "Are ye okay, Dani?" Rahne asked tentatively as she opened the door just enough to peek into the billiard room with her head. Danielle Moonstar quickly wiped a hand across her eyes, and took a brief sniffle, then with a swallow, stood straight whereas she had been leaning onto a pool table with her hands. "Yeah, 'm okay, Rahney... It's okay..." she said weakly. "Wha' -- What did he do tae ye, Dani --?" the Scotsgirl asked in disbelief, already fearing the worst, fearing that Roberto, whom she had loved so much, would turn into a monster, like Reverend Craig, whom she had also loved so very much. "Nothing", Dani replied silently, and lowered her eyes to the floor. "It's what I said to him." She took a deep breath, and walked over to a recliner. She sat down, and pulled her knees tightly against her flat chest, lowering her chin between her knees as her eyes gleamed with moisture. "I hurt him, Rahne... Sweet spirits, how I wish I could take back what I said -- I just hope he can forgive me and not hate me --" *** "It's *amazing*, Roberto!" Amara Aquilla gasped at the sight, as she looked thru the plexiglass cockpit of the helicopter in every direction she could while he circled over the city of Rio De Janeiro. "I never thought -- I never *dreamed* that -- that --" She took a deep breath, and looked to him, wide-eyed. "This is so beautiful! If I were Sam, I would never come down from the sky --!" "If you were Sam", Roberto said, finally starting to get over the flare of his temperament and the gentle smile starting to return to his face, "I would not be bringing you up here to have sex with you..." Amara chuckled softly as she turned her eyes to Roberto and lowered her chin slightly to put on a demure expression. "Will you not be distracted by steering this chariot? This -- helicopter?" she asked softly. "That is what an autopilot is for", he said simply, and climbed in altitude for a few moments before coming to a steady halt from whence it felt to Amara like she could see the whole wide world all around her -- no boundaries, nothing but the planet that was part of her. She didn't feel alone. She was with Roberto. He flicked a switch, and then took his hands off the controls. His head turned, his eyes coming to rest on Amara's face as she looked around in amazement. He felt pleased that he had given her this thrill, this happiness. "I apologize for the scene with Dani --" he started. "She has feelings for you", Amara said seriously, interrupting him and the smile quickly fading off her lips as she was reminded of the look she had seen in Dani's eyes. "She cares for you, Roberto." His expression turned grim, and he looked away from her. "I don't want to talk about it", he simply said. Amara nodded obediently, but nonetheless decided to say a few words. "Roberto -- I do not presume to understand or interpret your culture, having spent such a short time in it, but from what little I have been able to gather --" She paused, to collect her thoughts, a sad expression coming onto her face. "I do not wish to come between the two of you, Roberto..." "There *is* no 'the two of us'", Roberto said sharply, just short of snapping. "There is nothing between me and Dani. We are only teammates and friends. Nothing more." "If you say so, Roberto", Amara nodded silently. "As I said, I do not presume to understand the situation. This is, of course, your matter to handle." She gently placed her hand onto his right thigh. "I do not expect any manner of commitment from you, Roberto. Danielle is my friend and she has prior claim to you." She moved closer to him, to the second passenger seat next to the pilot's seat, and rested her head on his shoulder. "I simply want you", she said quietly. "I will not contest her claim to you unless she is stupid enough to give it up." "She has no cl--" Amara silenced him by placing a fingertip onto his lips. "Just take me, Roberto?" she whispered, looking deep into his eyes. He returned her gaze, and for one heartbeat after another, two pairs of chocolate eyes stared at each other. Then, he pulled off his shirt. She smiled, and undid the belt holding down her orange dress, then cast the belt down onto the floor of the cockpit. Then, she grabbed the shoulders of her dress, and slowly pulled the dress off herself, revealing her nude body, clad only in sandals, golden bracelets, earrings and bicep-bands. "Do you like what you see, Roberto?" she smiled teasingly. "I doubt there is a man alive who would not", he answered with a smile, letting his eyes rest on Amara's breasts as he kicked his shoes off, undid his pants and slid them off himself, quickly following them with his briefs. "Are you sure about this?" "Quite sure", Amara answered as she reclined backwards, resting her upper torso on the right-hand-side passenger's seat, while her lower torso occupied the second passenger's seat, between the first and the pilot's. She spread her legs, resting the heel of her left foot on the back of the pilot's seat, while her right foot came to rest on the floor. "Come to me, Roberto." You know, it's weird how horny teenagers can manage to ignore the most *uncomfortable* places just so they can have sex. I mean, the seats are pretty soft and all, but *really*...in a HELICOPTER? He came on top of her, and brought his lips to hers. This kiss was softer and sweeter than their first, which had been full of urgency and desperation. They had all the time in the world now. Nobody was going to interrupt them in the sky. Now it was his turn to service her. He pulled back to the pilot's seat, and leaned down to kiss her inner thighs which tasted of female desire. He licked her skin gently, proceeding closer to her pink-fleshed slit, inch by inch approaching it and torturing Amara sweetly by taking his time. "Ohhh!" she whimpered and her back arched off the seats as his tongue slid along her labia and gathered up her moisture which he eagerly brought to his mouth. She trembled, she shook, but nothing made her heart soar like the realization that she was not connected to the earth, and was not making it tremble and shake with her. Roberto's fingers caressed her thighs a few moments, before coming to join his mouth on Amara's crotch. His fingers placed themselves onto the skin both sides of her clitoris, and then very gently pulled her flesh aside to spread her for his attentions. She let out an ear-piercing scream as his tongue touched her clitoris, and her legs wrapped around his back, squeezing, pulling, wanting, needing. "RobertoOOOOOH!" she screamed his name as another touch ripped thru her -- deeper, slower, stronger. His tongue licked and washed over her little pleasure nub and made her young hormone-driven body be overrun by irresistible waves of pleasure that drove her out of her mind. "Roberto, I --" Amara began, starting to lift her head up, and then a soft whimper escaped her lips as she felt two gentle fingertips probe the entrance to her. "Ungh..." she moaned as they rubbed against her, and then slowly made their way into her. "Oh...oh Roberto..." She bit her lip as she felt his hot breath tickle her clitoris, and then she screamed again as his lips sealed onto her flesh around the clitoris, and started gently suckling on her. "I can't -- I can't -- Roberto --" she whimpered as pleasure ripped thru her mind, tearing away all conscious action and making her just a quivering woman-shaped mass of nerve endings that seemed to burn as if they were on fire. She whimpered and sniffled helplessly, and let out little moans every now and then as his lungs drew on her clitoris. Roberto, in the meanwhile, was quite enjoying the view of a gorgeous blonde writhing in pleasure from his ministrations. Her moisture flowed eagerly, and he was enjoying her musky taste as he took occasional licks along her slit before returning to the clitoris. And he enjoyed the screams quite a bit as well. He had never gotten a reaction like this out of a woman -- though admittedly, he hadn't slept with very many yet. And none of them had been virgins who had been pulled taut by years without a man. Already, her skin was gleaming with a faint sheen of sweat even though he had barely worked on her for a couple of minutes. She whimpered and grinded herself against his face, moaning his name again and again. Her eyes had long ago rolled back, leaving her a mindless husk craving for more...more...more... He played with her clitoris, flicking his tongue rapidly over and around it, and again soft screams filled the air of the cockpit as she was mercilessly pushed towards the border she had never crossed except with her own fingers, as she had been taught by a good friend during her time with the Amazons. Her body went rigid, her back arched and then held there. Her throat was constricted, not a sound passing thru it as tremors erupted between her thighs. And then after the initial moments, her throat cleared, and a sustained scream burst forth from her lips, seeming to go on and on and on forever. Eventually, however, it died. And her body fell limp. Her back relaxed and returned to the seats she was lying on, and her legs released Roberto. Her breathing was rapid, ragged and hoarse, and her eyes remained rolled back as she recuperated from the explosion. "By Vulcan..." Amara whispered after long moments of silence. "Roberto...do you have any conception -- do you --" She paused and bit her lip, then finally strained to lift her head up a bit and look down her body at him. "I need you, Roberto. Don't stop now -- please?" Roberto's answer was simple and to the point. He stroked her orgasm-sensitive clitoris with his tongue, sending a shudder thru her exhausted body and starting her up again. "I have no intention of doing so", he answered, and moved upwards on her body. His lips planted gentle touches onto the curves of her breasts as his hands stroked her sides, causing her body to heat up with re-ignited desire. His tongue came out again, and started lashing out at her pebble-like, hardened nipple. She groaned and slid her hands into his curly raven-black hair, holding and pulling him tightly against her chest as if she could pull him straight into her heart. She savored the feel of his lapping as he moved from one nipple to the other, licking and sucking and making her want him more than she had ever wanted anything in her life. She placed her hands onto his cheeks, holding his face tightly and tilting it to look up into her eyes. "Don't make me wait any longer, Roberto", she whispered pleadingly. "I need you now." He brought his lips up to hers, and her arms wrapped around his back. Their hips and tongues slid against each other, only heightening the arousal in both of them and making their nerve endings tingle with excitement and anticipation of explosion, before he had even entered her. "Are you sure?" Roberto whispered against her lips as he moved his hips around slowly, trying to bring the tip of his erection to her entrance. When he finally found the right place, he did not move further, letting himself rest against her as he awaited her reply. "You asked me before, Roberto", she murmured and stroked her fingers thru his hair. "Don't make me answer again." She pushed her hips upwards to meet his, and felt him acquiesce to her desires and push downwards as well, to fill her. "Oh", she breathed quietly as he parted her like Moses' staff parted the Red Sea. She could feel herself open up and surround him, cradle him and caress him. A slight shudder ran thru her as he met her virginity, and she leaned over to put her lips next to his ear. "I'm ready", she said softly, and gently bit down on his earlobe. They both felt a brief pain as he broke into her -- she from being breached, he from her teeth clamping down on his earlobe tightly. "Yes", she gasped with a teardrop glimmering in the corner of her eye. She marvelled at the sensations shooting thru her as he pulsed within her. (( This is what it feels like...to be a woman... )) she thought briefly to herself as he gave her time to get used to his size, to get used to it all. And she relished it wholeheartedly, enjoying even the slight pain caused by his thickness. A shiver ran thru her as she tested her inner muscles and squeezed down on him. It felt so odd, to be filled by another person -- to be so completely next to someone that he was inside her. She gently wrapped her legs around his waist, and said, "Show me what it's like." He moved, and she whimpered in rapture. She moved, and he groaned in pleasure. They took it slow at first, as he withdrew almost completely from her, then pushed himself all the way back in, then repeated, over and over again, all the while keeping a slow, gentle pace. "How does it feel?" he breathed against her lips before stealing a brief kiss. "Heavenly", the word cascaded off her lips and against his, as she broke the kiss. "Even better than I had imagined." Her hands caressed his shoulderblades, and she asked, "Will you orgasm within me?" The motion stopped, as he tensed up at the question, and frowned. "I should put on a condom", he said, and as he pulled outwards from her, he let himself slide all the way out of her, his throbbing length coming to rest against her labia. Helpless to do anything about it, Amara whimpered as he left her, and tried to pull him back inside her with her legs around his waist. "A condom?" she asked with annoyance and suspicion. "Come back inside me, Roberto..." He tried to soothe her with a kiss to her lips, but unsuccessfully. She was not unwrapping her legs around his waist, or letting him go anywhere. "A condom is a sheath around my...uh...penis", he said, hesitating as he considered what kind of term to use. "With it on, I can orgasm within you without my...sperm going into you..." Oddly enough, the words made him blush slightly -- the clinical explanation making him feel uncomfortable. Then again, it might not have been possible in the first place to explain condoms comfortably in this situation... "Roberto, you are not leaving me", Amara said with a serious, slightly stormy expression. "Return inside me, immediately. A pregnancy is my concern, and that of my gods -- if Father Jove sees it fit that I bear children, I will! It is my choice that I want you without this...condom. Now take me like this, or not at all", she commanded. The mood was broken, and he sighed mentally. He could return into her, placate her, but there was always a risk. But in the end -- what choice did he have? He was impulsive by nature, a hormone-driven teenager by age, and horny by situation. And a Da Costa did not shy away from risks. "Very well", he whispered, looking into her eyes, and again searching out her entrance. She moaned softly as he entered her again, but there was a touch of coldness left in her this time. She was angry with him, and she wanted just her own pleasure now. For the moment, anyway. "Nnnngh", she voiced, and her muscles instinctively clenched tightly around him, massaging him and squeezing him. "Ohhh", Roberto breathed as he felt Amara's tightness caress and milk him, and he started moving again. A common rhythm was quickly estabilished by the two bodies in need, and they started steadily moving against each other. Soft sounds of their wet flesh sliding and slapping against each other were for the most part drowned underneath the whupping of the rotor blades outside the cockpit. Their groans and whimpers, however, echoed in their ears and would continue to do so for decades to come. Amara's body shuddered, and her back arched slightly, pressing her soft breasts tightly against Roberto's chest, crushing them against him as her nipples craved attention. Her hips quivered in anticipation of release and she bit her lip to prevent herself from screaming aloud. He was no less maddened by the steadily accelerating rhythm, as his length slid back and forth within her tight passage, teasing his nerve endings and building up the pressure within his balls, which slapped softly against her every time he pumped into her, only heightening the excitement in them. The scent of young sweat and sex filled the cockpit as their sounds began growing more passionate, more urgent, and Amara threw her anger the hell out of her mind. All that mattered to either of them was getting to a fast and furious orgasm -- preferably mutual, but not necessarily so. Their bodies shuddered ever more frequently as pleasure shot thru one or both of them. The motions grew more desperate -- faster, rougher, louder. The seats shook and squeaked underneath the weight of the pair as they mercilessly pounded against each other. Being that they were both teenagers, it did not take either of them very long to reach the climax. Roberto was first, and though he tried to hold back so she could enjoy her explosion first, he found himself unable to do so. The taut sensations within him tightened further, and then blew apart. He pushed deep, all the way into her, and groaned as the first pulse of liquid ran up his shaft, and erupted into her. He leaned down and pressed his chest tightly against hers, biting down on the skin just under her jawbone as his orgasm persisted, gushing his semen into her. "OH!" she gasped, her eyes opening wide as she felt the first burst within her. The excitement shot thru mind and body, and opened the door to her own orgasm. Her muscles tensed and locked up as involuntary spasms wracked her body with tingling sensations everywhere. She constricted wildly around him, and in hungry spasms milked on him, never wanting either orgasm to end. She completely ignored his teeth on her neck, not even noticing them, as all the concentration she had left in the throes of orgasm was focused within her, on the male liquid filling her and extinguishing the burn of need deep inside her. A few moments later they were both relaxed, he lying atop her and still within her. Their hearts beat to the same rhythm, even as their chests swelled and shrunk to a different one, following their breathing. The persistent whupping of the rotor blades outside created a hypnotic effect as they rested and recovered. After floating in pure bliss for they knew not how long, their consciousnesses began returning. Amara's lips produced a soft groan, and she moved underneath Roberto, only to shiver as she felt him still hard within her. Her eyes widened, and then, gradually, her lips pulled into a smile as she started stroking Roberto's back with her hands. "Again?" she whispered into his ear and slid her tongue along the edge of the ear. Roberto's eyes fluttered open at the movements, and he sighed in pleasure as her tongue started playing with his ear. "Definitely", he smiled, looking into her eyes for a brief moment before sealing his lips to hers in a tender kiss. She yielded completely to him as she felt him begin moving inside her again. Soft moans flowed from her lips every time he pushed especially deep into her, and fresh juices started flowing again from deep within her, making her heat and arousal all the more evident as her body started flushing a darker shade of red with the excitement. Whereas the first time had been hot, quick and intense, over in a bare couple of minutes, the second time burned out much slower. They tripled the time of the first act in the same position, Roberto's hips pumping down on Amara who eagerly accepted everything he had to give while her hands caressed him everywhere from his cheeks to his hips. "Let's try something else", Roberto whispered into Amara's ear, and withdrew from her, eliciting a reluctant whimper from her as he left her empty. Her legs struggled for a few moments to hold him, but then fell away weakly, freeing him. He helped her up into a sitting position, and then sat down beside her, in the middle seat, between the pilot's seat and the right-hand passenger seat. Then, he caressed her sides, and helped her over to sit down in his lap, her back against his chest. "Ohhh!" she gasped as he guided himself into her as she sat down onto him. She spread her legs wide to straddle his thighs, and pushed herself all the way down on him, striking a sharp shudder all throughout her body. "Yes..." she murmured under her breath as she took in this new position, her muscles flexing around him. His hands slid over her skin to the objective he had had in mind when he had suggested this position -- to her full breasts. His hands came to them, and were unable to resist a few eager squeezes that brought soft gasps of pleasure from her lips. She leaned forward a bit, pressing her breasts into his hands, and let out a little scream as her clitoris rubbed against his erection as they moved against each other. "Oh!" she wheezed after the initial contact, and then leaned forward again, eagerly searching for the best angle to tease her swollen clitoris. "Mmmm", he smiled at her reactions and licked his lips as his fingers started playing with her hard nipples, causing her entire body to tense up and go rigid in his hands. Wild moans burst forth from her mouth. "More, Roberto!" she screamed. "More, more, MORRRRE!" She started bouncing up and down on him as if taming a wild horse, and her body started quickly building towards the critical mass of orgasm. He bit his lip and started accelerating his thrusts in synch with hers, pounding upwards into her as she came down on him. Again, moans from both teenagers started filling the cockpit together with grunts and the occasional scream from Amara. This time, she came first. And like during her first orgasm, she started screaming from the bottom of her lungs as the first wave of pleasure rolled over her and washed her mind away to float in the ocean of pleasure. He hurried after her, and after repeated quick thrusts into her as she spasmed with ecstacy, he found his own relief as well, and with a soft grunt, his back arched, and his fingertips pinched down on Amara's nipples as his seed spurted into her. The pinching got Amara to scream even louder, and had they been anywhere except miles high in the sky, *someone* would have heard them. As it was, they were free to indulge in wild passion that had little or nothing to do with love, and everything to do with hormones raging out of control. As the orgasms passed, they slumped together onto the two passenger seats, cuddling each other tightly and breathing heavily as if they had just run a marathon at full speed. He started growing soft within her, and shrunk out of her, leaving her feeling empty. She brought a hand between her legs, sending a few shivers thru herself as she caressed her clitoris. Then, she slowly slid a finger all the way inside herself, biting her bottom lip as pleasure made her tingle. She pulled the finger out, and it glistened with a mixture of the mutants' juices. Brazenly, she brought the finger to her lips, and looked Roberto straight in the eyes as she licked it clean. BEEP! Roberto blinked, and looked towards the control panel. "Oh great..." he muttered and took a deep breath of resignation. "We are running low on fuel, Amara -- we have to return." Amara's lips drew to a slightly childish pout, and she leaned against the back of her seat. "If we must", she simply said, and then, with a sigh, looked around the cockpit for her dress. "We'd better clean up a bit..." Roberto said, and looked around the cockpit as well, but looking for something else. Then, he wrinkled his nose, and said, "I *really* should have thought to bring a towel or something..." He rubbed his chin briefly, and then sighed. "Oh well. We make do with what we have." He took his shirt, and briefly wiped himself on it, before handing it to Amara and starting to pull on his pants. She smiled, and took the shirt, and started cleaning herself up with it, using it as a towel. "I hope it was as good for you as it was for me..." she smiled playfully as she discarded the shirt and started pulling on her dress. "Oh, it was", Roberto smiled widely as he finished getting dressed and sat down in the pilot's seat. "It was. Most definitely so..." *** The helicopter only added to the winds blowing across the helipad and whipping Danielle Moonstar's black hair here and there as the winds erratically changed direction every now and then. Slowly, the spin of the rotor blades started decelerating as Roberto Da Costa flipped a few buttons in the cockpit. Then, gradually, they came to a complete stop, and the helicopter stood there, motionless. Amara Juliana Olivians Aquilla got out of the vehicle first, opening her door and hopping out onto solid ground. A thrill ran thru her as she felt her contact with Mother Earth be re-estabilished, and she looked over to Dani, nodding to her friend with a smile. "Hello, Dani. How are you doing?" "So-so, Amara", Dani replied, and looked over as Roberto emerged from the other side of the helicopter and closed the door Amara had left open. "I'd like to talk with 'Berto -- alone, okay?" "Of course", Amara replied with a serious expression, and glanced over to Roberto. "Thank you for the ride, Roberto. Perhaps we can do this again some other time." She winked to him from an angle where Dani couldn't see the gesture, and then turned around, and started walking off. Dani waited for Amara to be inside Villa Da Costa, before turning her eyes from Amara to Roberto, who was leaning against the body of the helicopter, his arms crossed over his chest as he watched her silently. She sighed inwardly. This wasn't going to be easy. *** Rahne Sinclair was just walking past the front door of Villa Da Costa when the door was opened and Samuel Zachery Guthrie walked in. "Och, hi, Sam!" Rahne smiled brightly, and then glanced at the door as Sam closed it behind him. "Where've ye been? A've been walkin' around the house, and there are the most *glorious* things in here, A think A've even --" She blushed slightly, and stopped talking, realizing she was making a big silly out of herself, babbling like she couldn't stop. "A'm sorry, Sam -- A asked ye where ye've been, an' A dinnae even give ye a chance t' answer..." Sam chuckled. "It's okay, furtop", he said, and his eyes went to a particularly fancy suit of Spanish armor in the corner of the foyer for a moment. "Ah was just out for a little walk, clear mah head and all." He frowned a bit. "The weirdest thing happened..." Rahne lifted an eyebrow. "Oh? Wha's that?" "Well", Sam said, and rubbed the back of his neck thoughtfully. "I was out on a walk, right? And right outta nowhere, this shirt falls onto mah face..." *** "I'm sorry, 'Berto", Dani said quietly. "It's all right", Roberto just smiled, pushed himself off leaning to the helicopter, and walked over to the Cheyenne. "You were right. I should have been more thoughtful. Perhaps, as an apology, I can take you out for a walk tonight, on the beach, and show you the beauty that is Ipanema --" "I'd like that", Dani smiled softly as the two young mutants started walking towards the mansion. "Friends again?" she asked and wrapped her arm around his. "Friends", Roberto smiled back at her. *** Amara Juliana Olivians Aquilla finally unclenched her fist as she walked into the gardens of Villa Da Costa. She looked into her hand, and smiled faintly at the sight of the briefs she had found on the helicopter's floor just before disembarking. The most inconspicuous thing was to take them with her. Perhaps, she would give them back to Roberto later today. Her smile widened slightly. Perhaps, she would keep them. She paused on a very special spot, and inhaled deep the fragrance of tropic all around her -- from fruit like bananas and oranges, to exotic flowers...to love. A decade from now, Amara Juliana Olivians Aquilla would be married to Roberto Da Costa. And every now and then, she would think back to this spot. These scents. It all began underneath the palm tree.