Wolfwood waved his hand nonchalantly. “Take your time,” he replied, while taking out the pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket. He draped the jacket over the back of the desk chair and plopped down on the bed, glad for the opportunity to enjoy a smoke for the first time in several hours.

After lighting the cigarette, the blue-eyed preacher took a drag from it, savoring the nicotine before slowly exhaling the acrid smoke, which he watched drift lazily upwards.

Her absence afforded him the time to reflect on the evening so far. With the cigarette relaxing him, he wished Milly would return quickly so they could get on with the show. Wolfwood felt completely aroused and at home in his element.

The night would be more than just mind-blowing sex though. Milly was certainly a remarkable woman. She possessed attractive features, a gorgeous figure, and a flirtatious, cheerful personality. A pleasant package all around. But there was something different about her now that made her more appealing.The insurance investigator had transformed into a tantalizing siren, a total change from the demure woman he usually traveled with. “She’s definitely not 'Modest Milly' tonight,” he mused, stubbing out the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the bedside table.

Nicholas Wolfwood lived up to his reputation as a ladies’ man. In his liaisons during his numerous travels alone, the lothario had romanced many women; however, the relationships were always short-term and not emotionally fulfilling to him. But his present situation, traveling with Vash the Stampede and the Bernardelli insurance agents, precluded him from seeking sexual pleasure unless he wanted to chase after Meryl or Milly.

He ruled out Meryl because she had her sights set on Vash, but the idea of a relationship with the brunette now took on a new perspective. //Yeah, we’re gonna fuck our brains out tonight. But, what happens afterward? Am I gonna feel the same way about her after we’ve had sex?//

* * *

Milly returned to the room a short time later, entering quietly like a predator on a nocturnal prowl through the jungle. She stood still like a panther poised for the hunt, admiring the oblivious beefcake reclining on the bed ten feet away.

Sapphire eyes ogled the trim, muscular form of Nicholas Wolfwood resting against some pillows, smoking a cigarette. He was barefoot, his boots thrown on the floor next to the bed. His white shirt had several buttons undone, giving her a peek of the curve of a well-defined pectoral muscle. She pictured him posing as a nude model for an art class. The man’s tranquil expression and pose made him very attractive. She envisioned herself running her hands over his torso, her fingers tracing his physique.

Pausing, Milly recalled remarks her older sisters had made about the fact that the guys she had dated were nothing more than “notches on her lipstick case”. The brunette didn’t want to get involved in a serious relationship that might lead to marriage and starting a family. Her goal was to experience life to its fullest and enjoy herself. There would be plenty of time later in life for a husband and family.

Tonight she was going to take Nicholas Wolfwood on an unforgettable erotic ride. Moistening her lips in anticipation of the night of molten passion with her newest lover, she feasted on the sight of the handsome hunk before her. Feeling warmth surging through her body, she sighed heavily, “Oh, Nicholas.”

The sexy murmur of his name interrupted the relaxing man’s thoughts. “Hey, Milly,” Wolfwood said smoothly, he glanced over to see his date sigh breathily and look appreciatively at him. He smiled warmly at her. Confident that her sighing was a sign that like many women before her Milly would soon be swooning over him because of his roguish charm. Distracted by the motion of her large breasts, the blue-eyed womanizer failed to detect the predatory gleam in Milly’s eyes or the seductive danger lurking behind her beguiling smile.

As she glided towards him, he caught a faint whiff of the floral cologne she had applied on her wrists, neck, and cleavage. Her ankle-length skirt swirled about as she walked, allowing him a glimpse of her slender legs. For a moment, he anticipated nuzzling her neck and inhaling her scent while murmuring sweet nothings in her ear and fondling her bountiful breasts.

Milly stared at her date with an amused expression, noting that he looked more relaxed than he had been earlier in the evening. Seeing that he was momentarily daydreaming, she asked in a caring tone, “Nicholas, are you all right?” She knew changing how she addressed him would keep him off-balance since he was so used to her calling him “Mr. Priest”.

“Uh, I’m fine. I was just thinking about how beautiful you are,” Wolfwood replied, failing to conceal his lust-filled reverie.

Milly responded, “Thanks. You’re not bad yourself. Before we have dessert, do you mind if I make myself more comfortable?” she suggested sultrily.

“No, babe.That’s a great idea. Need any help?” he offered enthusiastically.

//My, my. He’s certainly ready for action.// Milly observed Wolfwood’s eagerness in his tenting trousers and amorous attitude. She eyed her soon-to-be lover cautiously though she expected him to react with eagerness at the first suggestion of foreplay.

//If he thinks this will be “Wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am”, he’s sadly mistaken.// Her plan of seduction was to keep her date’s arousal at a high level and keep him sexually stimulated for a prolonged period without him realizing he wasn’t in a position of control. Throughout their date, she had slowly maneuvered Wolfwood into this situation and the night would soon come to a breathtaking climax.

“No, I can manage,” she said promisingly, kicking off her sandals. Facing her audience of one, the temptress pulled out the bottom of her cream-colored blouse that had been tucked into the waistband of her skirt. Slowly, the blue-eyed woman began gyrating her broad hips seductively. “It’s show time,” Milly whispered, her brilliant smile dazzling the man seated before her on the bed.

“Oh, yeah!” Wolfwood exclaimed.  //This is fucking incredible. Hell, we’re gonna get down and dirty in no time flat.// The dark-haired man blinked a few times to make sure the disrobing woman wasn’t a mirage. Convinced it was real, the leering man moved to the edge of the bed to enjoy the performance, his eyes wide and jaw slack, practically drooling on himself.

Hips swaying to an unheard rhythm, Milly seductively undid the buttons of her blouse one by one, slowly revealing the champagne-colored camisole underneath. The woman leaned forward, giving the preacher a good view of her generous cleavage. Wolfwood licked his lips in anticipation of burying his face in the deep valley between her breasts. The wily brunette grinned at him wickedly.

This is so easy. Like most of the guys I’ve dated, they think with their cocks. Flash a little skin and most horny men turn into puddles of mush.//

The brunette continued her dance of seduction by stepping back, removing the silk garment, and twirling it above her head in a circle. Finally, she threw the blouse across the room where it landed draped on one arm of the Cross-Punisher leaning against the wall. Shaking her brown tresses, Milly brushed back the wisps of hair that had loosened from the barrettes.

Wolfwood enjoyed being her audience. He had whistled appreciatively when she had waved the blouse above her head.

Milly’s seductive performance reminded him of a night that he and Vash had spent in a seedy club. The Humanoid Typhoon had been feeling despondent because some innocent bystanders were injured in a confrontation that had erupted between himself and some bounty hunters. Nothing that evening cheered up the moping Stampede, so Wolfwood had turned his attention to the exotic dancers undressing on stage. When the night was over, the blue-eyed ogler had tucked quite a few double-dollars in the g-strings of the strippers.

Imagining the woman before him was undressing to a backbeat of loud, pulsating music, Nicholas Wolfwood wondered if she wore a g-string so he could “tuck a buck”. “Simply incredible,” he murmured as he felt the excitement rising in his groin.

Finishing her dance, Milly unfastened her skirt, letting it fall noiselessly in a pile at her feet, revealing the matching champagne-colored high-cut panties. With her back to her audience, she bent over to pick up the discarded skirt, giving the man a close-up view of her rounded buttocks, and tossed the garment across the room. Hearing the preacher’s loud gasp and slow exhale, she giggled softly, knowing her plan was succeeding.

“Milly, your body is beautiful,” complimented the awestruck onlooker, admiring her creamy skin from head to toe.

“Thank you, Nicholas, but now it’s your turn,” she said smoothly.

“For what?” he responded cluelessly.

“To get comfortable. You’re wearing far too many clothes,” she explained. Seeing him pause, she recalled his offer from earlier and teased, “Do you need any help?”

His cheeks coloring due to embarrassment, Wolfwood stammered, “No,” then hurriedly stripped off his white shirt and black slacks, leaving him clad in only black silk He was proud of his well-toned form; the muscles having been built from lugging the heavy Cross-Punisher around.

The seductress admired the sight of the virile man that she had traveled with for several months, and now stood nearly naked before her. “One more thing before we have dessert,” Milly said.

“What’s that?” Impatience tinged his response.

“This,” the vixen answered, swiftly pulling the camisole over her head, baring her breasts to her companion for the first time.

Wolfwood marveled at the large globes, freed from their covering, bouncing slightly as the camisole was pulled away from them. Her bust was well proportioned to her curvaceous figure. Pink buds jutted from the tips, waiting practically begging to be touched.

Beckoning to him with one finger, Milly announced, “Come on, it’s time for dessert,“ sashaying to the table where the pudding was. As she held up the container, she winked and asked mischievously, “How would you like your pudding?”

With his barracuda grin, Wolfwood watched her derriere wiggle as she moved over to the table. When Milly asked for his serving preference, the womanizer couldn’t believe his ears. //Shit, I could have her fulfill the fantasy of covering my cock with chocolate and sucking it off. That would be awesome. But would she do it?//

The pudding-obsessed vixen eyed the aroused man hungrily. When she bared her chest, she could’ve sworn the rod in his boxers twitched. As he mulled his options, Milly took quick action to stay in the controlling position.

She stuck a slender finger into the container of the rich confection and brought it to her lips. Licking off the chocolate in an act of mock fellatio, she cooed, “Delicious. Would you like some?”

Wolfwood was transfixed at the image of the beautiful woman sensually eating pudding. His erection twitched like a divining rod reacting to a nearby target. “Oh, yeah,” he responded eagerly. Unbelievable was the only word that raced through his mind to describe the experience awaiting him.

Milly reached into the container and then slathered a handful of chocolate pudding across her left breast and repeated the action to its twin. She shivered from the sudden coolness on her skin, causing Wolfwood to practically drool in response to her breasts jiggling. “Dessert’s ready. Come and get it,” she invited in a throaty voice.

The chocolate smeared across her ample bosom mesmerized him momentarily as he sat on the edge of the bed. //I can add lots of creamy topping to this dessert. // A salacious grin spread across the wide-eyed man’s face as he rose from the edge of the bed to partake of the yummy treat awaiting him.

Hungry lips devoured the delicious dessert; the intoxicating chocolaty aroma   invaded his nostrils. He adored touching the smoothness of the pudding against her flawless skin, his mouth lovingly caressing Milly’s stiffening nipples as his tongue swirled around her bosom for every last trace of chocolate.

Milly sighed as Wolfwood’s tongue flicked over her areola, its rough texture causing tingles of pleasure. A frisson of delight raced through her veins from the feelings of her lover’s hot breath mixing with the coolness of the dessert against her warm skin. She glanced down and smiled approvingly at his pudding-decorated face, which briefly looked like that of a glutton caught at a buffet.

She stifled a giggle as she recalled the reaction of the woman in the bakery earlier that evening when Milly told her what she intended to do with the pudding. “The sexually stimulating quality of chocolate is quite potent,” the woman had said, and then laughed.

Seeing that her lover had finished dessert, Milly leaned forward and tightly embraced the dark-haired man. She kissed him deeply, their tongues darting and exploring, tasting faint traces of pudding. Holding his face with her hands, she murmured in a sultry voice, “I’m gonna clean you up, Nicky,” and began licking the smudged pudding from his cheeks.

The preacher was astounded by the sudden turn of events as she finished the tongue bath. “All done,” she announced, reaching for some tissue on the bedside table to wipe off her mouth.

“Are you ready for some more fun?” Milly asked sultrily.

“Damn right,” Wolfwood quickly responded as he pulled down his black silk boxers, freeing his rigid rod that pointed straight at Milly like a hunting dog poised to retrieve a downed bird.

The woman stared at his engorged organ, anticipating the pleasure of being filled by its hardness. //Oh good, he’s perfect, definitely above average. Guys his size always are a lot of fun.//

As she seductively eased her panties down her slender legs, revealing herself, Wolfwood noticed the heady aroma of feminine arousal.

Demonstrating her readiness for the act, she inquired, “Nicholas, do you have protection or should we use mine?” The insurance investigator was on oral birth control and wanted to be doubly sure about the risk of unwanted pregnancy and exposure to sexually transmitted diseases. Milly was also concerned about her partner.

“I’ve got it covered, babe,” the blue-eyed man answered, opening the drawer in the bedside table, and retrieved a condom.

Though he had numerous sexual liaisons in his life, Wolfwood always practiced safe sex and had never sired any offspring to his knowledge. The time he spent supporting the orphanage reinforced his beliefs about not bringing any unwanted children into the world.

Milly gazed at him lustfully as he tore the wrapper of the condom open. “Allow me,” she offered. Before she slipped the prophylactic over his penis, she gleefully noted the head of his cock glistened with droplets of precum.//He’s primed for action. I’m gonna love this joyride.//