Chapter Five

Levi wiped his sticky palms off on his dusty jeans as he set the box down in the steel workbench.

Something in this one had leaked. The corner of the cardboard was dark and sodden and tacky to the touch. Hopefully this wasn’t another box full of old bottles of suspect medicines or plastic vials of chemicals with indecipherable molecular equations inked onto the sides by way of a label.

Because there had been a lot of those already.

Alina did mention that her husband had been a researcher, didn’t she? Well, that or the guy had been trying to cook up a fresh batch of super meth if the sheer amount of shady pharmaceuticals he had dabbled in was any indication.

A whole shelving unit was neatly packed with them. Ranks and rows of pill bottles, eye droppers, racks of stoppered test tubes and even an ancient iron pill press which may have been an antique. Levi was no stranger to medication, having been on one cocktail or another of anti-anxiety, antidepressant and mood stabilizers for most of his teenage life, but he didn’t recognize any of the manufacturers or brands.

Bimbex, Trance-tory, BimboTech… Who were these companies and what was up with their oddly suggestive names?

Levi slit the sealing tape with a handy box cutter, folded back the cardboard flaps and let out a sigh of relief. Nope, nothing hazardous. Simply more gimcrack clutter stuffed randomly together for him to sort onto the shelves.

Most of the contents inside this box appeared to be third world archaeological knock-offs. Though the hair on the back of his hands did tingle with some kind of static electricity as Levi started to unpack them onto a shelf he had designated as ‘Travel.”

So far it only held a few postcards from a backwater farm town named ‘Calving, USA’. Cows and dairies seemed to be the theme of the glossy photo fronts though Levi had never heard of the place.

He carefully sorted and positioned each of them. A rough-hewn palmwood and seashell fertility idol that was probably a memento of a holiday cruise in the Pacific. A small stone jaguar head souvenir straight from a street hawker in Mexico City. The unfortunate spill had come from a tarnished brass lamp of the classic teapot design but that wasn’t oil leaking from the spout.

The offending substance was viscous, white and sticky.

Suspiciously like…

“Levi… Darling, you have been working hard all morning. Come, take a break. Spend time with your Alina.”

Levi turned and smiled. His gorgeous Russian neighbor leaned heavily against the door that connected the spacious garage to her palatial, three story manor home. She was eyeing him hotly and gnawing on her plump bottom lip as though she were only waiting for him to step inside, where she could devour him.

That wasn’t far from the truth.

Levi had stumbled home late the night before feeling like a new man. Alina had insisted on feeding her young Lion supper before slipping back down his skinny body to drink her own fill from his ecstatic manhood once again.

It had been surreal–almost dreamlike–to have such a wonderful, stunning creature fawn over Levi, then take him to such heights of carnal bliss that he had not imagined possible. Heights he had never expected to ever approach, given the crippling social anxiety the young college freshman suffered around members of the opposite sex.

But Alina Makarova was an exquisite masterpiece of contradictions.

She was, as her own name indicated, bright and beautiful yet modest and humble. Her figure was voluptuous and sleek in equal measure with hefty tits and round hips but her waist and limbs were impressively lean. Alina’s expressive face was regal, her thick blonde locks were exceedingly long and shiny yet everything about her radiated a soft gentleness that could sooth Levi’s fraying nerves with a simple smile.

Alina was mysterious and reclusive, but at the same time, open and welcoming towards him… and her eyes. Those two big, captivating gray-green orbs that a man could fall into for eternity and it wouldn’t be long enough.

“Sure, that sounds good.” Levi said, wiping his hands on a dust rag he kept stuffed into a back pocket. “Let me get cleaned up first.”

“No! I mean… there is no need for that, Darling.” Alina said, smoothing over her initial outburst. “You smell good. Like honest sweat and toil. You smell like a Man, my Lion.”

He chuckled, “Which is it then, do I smell like a lion or a man? I don’t think lions actually smell that good.”

“You tease your poor Alina.” She pouted prettily and Levi’s jeans were starting to feel a little crowded in the crotch region again. “Well I say you can be both, so there! Now come and let me spoil you, Darling.”

She was hugging the door frame closely, one raised knee sliding slowly up the painted timber and her bountiful cleavage sandwiching the wall as she burned smoky gazes straight into Levi’s simmering libido. She was still dressed modestly for the warm season but her practical jeans appeared a fraction tighter today and her snug flannel shirt had several top buttons left unfastened revealing the upper swells of her large, hemispheric breasts.

Alina still wouldn’t set foot inside the garage, waiting for him to approach her instead. She had informed Levi yesterday that the boxes he was unpacking contained some painful memories so he didn’t question her hangups.

He had plenty of his own after-all.

“I’m sorry, Alina.” Levi said, stepping forward and letting her take him by the hand. “A lot of this is new to me. The attention, I mean.”

“I have been thinking about that.” She led him back into the house, was she deliberately swaying her hips like that or had Levi not taken notice before? “I see your distress and I ask myself ‘Alina, what have these wicked girls done to such a fine young man to make him feel this way?’ Then I remember what you have told me of them and it turns my frail old heart to cold iron.”

“I’m so sorry–”

“You don’t say sorry!” Anita whirled on him, her expression filled with stern, barely restrained anger. Her hand gripped Levi’s so hard it ached. “They say sorry! These hateful little… witches who have cursed your noble soul to quaver so and robbed my Lion of the courage to pursue life and love.”

Levi began to tremble.

He couldn’t help it. In that moment, Alina looked like nothing so much as the archangel of war; so bold, brave and righteous in her fury. The morning sunlight cut through a bay window and lit up her glossy curtain of golden hair like a halo behind her as she stood taller than any mere queen preparing to deliver royal judgment.

Brilliant, perfect and terrifying. Levi wasn’t certain if he was shaking more in naked terror or feverish arousal.

“Oh, Levi, my darling Levi…” She crooned, all of her heat falling away like a shroud as she pulled him into her welcoming arms to flutter adoring kisses along his brow. “Forgive your foolish Alina. She was not built to hate, but neither can she bear to watch you suffer further wounds at these harpy’s claws.”

“It–It’s okay…” Levi muttered, staring down at his feet as she tugged him forward again.

How did this happen?

The day had started so well. He woke up this morning feeling refreshed and hopeful. A smile on his lips, knowing it was Saturday and he could spend the whole day with his new… what, girlfriend? Lover? He had never had either of those things before and abruptly it seemed like he had found both in this incredible, exotic woman.

But the second she showed an ounce of fervent emotion, getting riled up on his behalf, all of Levi’s freshly minted self-confidence and brash bravado sloughed away like wet cement under a tropical monsoon.

What the hell was wrong with him?

“No, Darling. It is not okay.” Alina said, shooting a coy smile back at Levi over her shoulder. “But it will be. It will be...”

“More Ptichye Moloko, Darling?”

“Gah, no… two slices was plenty. Thanks Alina.” Levi covered a burp then rested a hand over his full stomach. “It's delicious and super creamy but I don’t usually eat this much sweet food.”

They had ended up in her kitchen, eating at a marble-topped island bench. Well, Levi was eating. His blonde bombshell neighbor had an untouched mug of black coffee cooling by her elbow as she insisted on feeding him the baked confection one spoonful at a time.

It had been an uncomfortable experience at first. Levi didn’t wish to be infantilized by the stunning older woman but the obvious pleasure she took from watching him swallow each delectable bite was endearing.

More than simply endearing, it was downright arousing.

Because every time she slipped a spoonful past his hungry lips, Alina’s long lashes would flutter and soft pleased noises would pepper her quickening breaths. Lusty moans and gasps. Yearning sighs and whispered words in Russian that somehow sounded loaded with steamy innuendo.

It was just the two of them. Sat close together, alone in a modernly designed kitchen big enough for six people to cook side by side with room to spare. Everything was cool marble, polished timber and stainless steel, gleaming as if it had been torn straight out of an architecture magazine.

Lexi could look straight out over the expansive timber patio and view the sparkling waters of Lake Springfield through the grand french windows that lined one entire wall.

Alina was scooched up right beside him on a padded stool, leaning heavily against him and practically sitting in his lap as she set down the second empty plate. It had been scraped clean of every last crumb and Alina lifted a manicured finger to wipe a spot of chocolate ganache off Levi’s cheek and slide it back into his mouth.

“It makes me so happy to see you enjoyed it, Darling. I have not cooked for such a fine man as you in many years.”

He groaned but suckled dutifully as the mature blonde drew in a shuddering breath so deep it threatened to pop the top button off her straining flannel. Her nipples were clearly stiff and pushing thick thimble-shaped indents into the cotton fabric.

Levi was stiff too, or rather, utterly erect.

How could he not be with this gorgeous, erotically-charged knockout moaning and squirming like a pornstar as she pressed her sumptuous curves against his side? Levi’s manhood had unfurled urgently within the confines of his pants early into the first slice of cake and things had got progressively harder from there.

“Ish wath weally good.” He slurred around her invasive digit and Alina snuggled in even closer to nibble at his earlobe.

He was speaking the truth and nothing but. However, the large portions of rich sweetness were settling dense as cinder blocks in his full belly and making Levi feel drowsy again. It was like he had leapfrogged straight over the sugar rush and nose dived directly into the resultant crash. His lips were gummy with a milky coating and his tongue was lacquered to the floor of his mouth.

Levi’s eyelids were heavy. His whole body felt heavy. Even his dick felt long, thick and heavy as it attempted to breach the zipper on his jeans and stage a daring escape.

A supportive arm wrapped around Levi’s bony shoulders and drew his nodding head down to rest in a place of warm, pillowy softness. Alina’s bountiful bosom. Then there was a tender touch upon the throbbing tent in Levi’s pants as his lusciously endowed lover began to stroke and fondle his insistent erection through the constraining denim.

“That is right… rest easy, my young Lion.” She murmured down to him. “And let your beloved sing you more of the tale of Boris Godunov.”

Then Alina started to hum…

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