Stormy Seduction 2 (Patreon)

I let Storm use my bed that night, pulling out an air mattress and sleeping bag for myself while Duke was happy to curl up next to me as I settled in. I gave him a scratch behind the ear before closing my eyes, my mind racing with thoughts of the mysterious woman in my bedroom.

The sound of rain tapping against the roof woke me up the next morning. I groggily rubbed my eyes and got up, stretching my arms and legs before walking to the bedroom. Duke followed me, wagging his tail and bumping into my leg.

Storm was still asleep, her breathing slow and steady. I stood there for a moment, admiring her peaceful expression before I shook my head and got back to my senses. I cleared my throat, trying to wake her up gently. When she didn't stir, I shook her shoulder lightly.

"Hey, Storm. Wake up," I said softly.

She groaned and blinked her eyes open, taking a moment to adjust to the light and surroundings. "Morning," she muttered, sitting up and running a hand through her hair.

"Morning. How are you feeling?" I asked, studying her closely.

"Better. Thanks for taking care of me," she said, smiling at me.

"No problem. We should get going soon. The nearest hospital is in town, about an hour's drive from here," I said, walking out of the room to give her some privacy to get dressed.

While she was getting ready, I made breakfast - scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon. Duke was already drooling at the smell, and Storm seemed grateful for the hot meal. We ate in silence, but it wasn't an uncomfortable one. There was something about her presence that made me feel calm and at ease, despite the fact that I barely knew her.

After we finished, I gathered our things and loaded them into my pickup truck. Storm sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window as we drove through the winding roads of West Virginia. The rain had stopped, but the sky was still overcast and gloomy.

“Are you sure you don't remember anything about the fight?” I asked, breaking the silence.

She shook her head, “No, I don't. It's blank. It's like a part of my memory is missing.”

I nodded, understanding, “Well, hopefully the doctor can shed some light on it.”

We arrived at the hospital and I helped Storm out of the truck. She was still a little wobbly, but her condition had improved from the previous night. We walked into the emergency room and I explained the situation to the receptionist. She took down Storm's details and told us to wait for the doctor.

It didn't take long before a middle-aged man with a stethoscope around his neck walked in. He introduced himself as Dr. Carter and asked Storm a few questions about her symptoms. He checked her vital signs and shone a light into her eyes before ordering an MRI.

“I don't see any signs of concussion, but we'll need to do a scan to check for any internal injuries,” Dr. Carter said, leading us to the radiology department.

Storm was nervous, but I stayed by her side and held her hand as she went through the procedure. We got the results an hour later, and Dr. Carter delivered the news.

“There's no signs of internal injuries, but there is some brain activity that is concerning. It's possible that her memory loss is due to a temporary amnesiac state caused by the trauma of the fight,” he explained.

“What can we do about it?” I asked, worried for Storm's well-being.

“Well, the best thing for her right now is rest and recovery. Her brain needs time to heal, and it's possible that her memory will return on its own. In the meantime, I can prescribe some medication to help with the headaches and dizziness, and recommend some therapy sessions to aid in the recovery process,” Dr. Carter said, writing out a prescription and handing it to Storm.

“Thank you,” Storm said, her voice soft but grateful.

As we left the hospital, Storm looked relieved but also a little lost. It was like she was trying to put the pieces of her life back together, but there were some that were missing.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, sensing her distress.

“I don't know what to say. It's like I'm starting over from scratch,” she admitted.

“I understand. But you're not alone. You have your team, and me. We'll help you through this,” I said, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

She looked at me, her eyes shining with gratitude and a hint of something else. “Thank you,” she whispered, leaning in and kissing me on the lips.

I was taken off-guard by the sudden move, but she seemed so determined, and I didn't want to stop her. Our lips met, and I felt her tongue against mine. I responded, pulling her closer and deepening the kiss. I slid my hands along her back, over the shirt I'd loaned to her, and pulled her in tighter. Her body was warm and soft, and I could feel her heart beating beneath her breast.

We broke the kiss, gasping for air. Storm looked up at me, a mixture of emotions in her eyes. I didn't know what to make of the kiss - was it just a moment of weakness, or was there something more behind it?

“I...I don't know what came over me,” she stammered, her cheeks turning pink.

“It's alright,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “We can talk about it later, when you're feeling better.”

She nodded, and we got back into the truck. The ride back to the cabin was silent, but the tension between us was palpable. When we arrived, I helped her back inside and settled her on the couch.

“Can I get you anything? Water, maybe?” I asked, trying to break the awkwardness.

“No, I'm okay. Just tired,” she said, closing her eyes and leaning her head back.

I sat down next to her, not sure what to say or do. Part of me wanted to just kiss her again, but another part of me was hesitant. What if it was just a mistake?

As if sensing my thoughts, Storm opened her eyes and looked at me. “I'm sorry about earlier. It was stupid of me to kiss you like that. I was just feeling so overwhelmed, and I… I don't know.”

I placed my hand on her arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It's okay, Storm. You don't have to apologize. I've been feeling the same way.”

Storm's eyes widened, and she sat up slightly. “You have?”

I nodded, taking a deep breath. “I've been trying to fight it, but I can't deny that there's an attraction there.”

Storm looked at me, her eyes searching mine. “I've felt it too,” she admitted, taking my hand in hers.

We sat in silence for a few moments, just holding each other's hands and looking at each other. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I leaned in and kissed her, softly at first, but then with more intensity as our lips met again and again.

As we pulled away from each other, gasping for air, Storm looked at me with a new sense of determination in her eyes.

“Let's take things to the bedroom,” she said, standing up.

I stood as well, following her as she made her way to my bedroom, her hips carrying a sway that was clearly intentional. As soon as we reached the bed, she climbed atop me, straddling my lap and smiling down at me. She undid the buttons of my shirt and pulled it open, exposing my chest.

“Handsome, aren't you?” she murmured, running her hand along my stomach and down to my belt buckle.

I grinned, rolling us over and pushing her back onto the bed. She giggled as I pulled her shirt up over her head, her breasts bouncing lightly with the movement. I gazed down at her, my eyes feasting on the sight of this ebony goddess before me. My hands roamed over her skin, cupping her perfect tits and squeezing them gently.

“Ohh,” she moaned, arching her back and pressing herself against my body.

My cock was hard as a rock, and I pulled the elastic out of her stark white hair to reveal her beautiful face. She smiled at me, her deep brown eyes sparkling in the dim light. I moved between her legs, pulling off her panties and tossing them aside. I knelt down and pressed my lips against her mound, tasting her sweet juices as they flowed from her folds.

“Oh, God, that feels good!” she gasped, gripping my head and thrusting her hips toward me.

I returned the favor, licking her slit and sucking on her clit. I felt her hands on my head, threading through my hair, and she began rocking her hips faster, grinding her pussy against my mouth.

“Yes! Oh yes!” she cried, her voice trembling.

I licked her pussy harder, eliciting a groan from her and causing her to shudder. With one hand, she gripped the sheet while the other held onto my head. Her pussy spasmed around my tongue, and I sucked her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue.

“Ohhh, fuck yeah! That's it, just like that!” she said, gripping my hair tightly as she came.

I continued sucking on her clit until she stopped coming, then let her go, rising up to my knees as she relaxed on the bed.

“Wow, I needed that,” she said, breathing heavily.

I nodded, reaching down and unhooking my pants. I pushed them off, revealing my throbbing erection, which I gently stroked with my hand. Her eyes, full of lust and anticipation, met my own. With a wide smile, the white of her teeth contrasting with the darkness of her skin, she reached down and opened her folds with two fingers.

“C’mon,” she purred. “Take that big white dick of yours and fuck my tight, black pussy with it.”

I had honestly never given much thought to raceplay, it had never been something I’d gone looking for in porn or anything like that. But holy shit was Storm using it hot. I didn't need any further encouragement. I lined myself up and pushed forward, sinking all the way inside her in one fluid motion.

She gasped, and I could feel her pussy contracting around my shaft. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. She tasted salty and sweet at once, and I moaned as our tongues danced together.

I started pumping slowly, enjoying the feeling of her warm, wet flesh enveloping my cock. Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning softly as I fucked her. It wasn't long before she started moving beneath me, driving her hips into mine faster and harder, even as I picked up the pace myself.

“Yessssss! Fuck me, fuck me with your big white cock!” she cried.

I pulled my mouth away from hers and slammed my hips upward, burying my dick as far inside her as possible. I held her by her hips, keeping her still as I pounded her, slamming my cock into her over and over again. She kept her legs spread wide, and I grabbed both of her thighs, spreading them wider with my hands as I pounded her.

Her nails dug into my shoulders as she screamed in pleasure, her pussy spasming around my cock. I felt an orgasm building, and I tried to hold it back, but her pussy tightened around my shaft, and I couldn't stop it. As I shot my load inside her, she clutched my arms tightly, crying out as she came too.

I rolled off her, collapsing next to her on the bed. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek, smiling as she snuggled into my side. We lay there in silence, catching our breaths and enjoying the afterglow.

“I still need to call the rest of your team,” I said finally.

“I know,” she said, her finger tracing circles on my chest. “I realize I need to go back, if what you’ve said about my life is true, but I do enjoy it here and I like you.”

Gently kissing the top of her head, I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. Pointing to one of the three doors in the bedroom, I told her, “That’s the master bath, feel free to take a shower while I look up the number I need to call.”

I heard Storm take me up on the offer, as I made my way to my computer room. Opening up the internet browser, I had the number I needed to call in the span of a minute or two, and the headset I used for work was on and the dial tone was ringing in my ear a minute after. I spoke with a rather eloquent man named Dr. McCoy, and arrangements were made for Storm to be picked up in town the following morning.

I didn’t tell him about my killing Green Goblin, only telling him that my dog Duke had found her unconscious in the woods outside my home with a bleeding head injury and I’d done what I could for her. Sure, I might be able to get some kind of reward money for the shit that Goblin had done, but I was of the opinion that it was best for all if that death worshiping scum just disappeared.

When Storm finished with her shower, I relayed the results of the call, and got cracking on dinner. Burritos again, and then we spent time in the living room, just enjoying the quiet and the other’s presence. The sheets were changed, and while we shared the master bed, we didn’t have sex again that night. The morning, that was a different story.

But, as a wise man once said, all good things come to an end. By nine, Storm and I were in town, her teammates were hugging her, and half an hour later I was heading back to the cabin by myself. I gave Duke a rub on his head, but it still felt empty.

“You’re being silly, Richard,” I muttered that evening. She’d been here for two days, and here I was missing her like a lovesick teen.

I shook my head and turned back to the computer, checking the mail and looking up information on the next few programming gigs. Just like life had been before Storm came into my life, however briefly.