Jasmines Gift

disclaimer: These characters aren't mine, but I can still crank
out a smutty tale about them. Thank you, Larry Flynt.

*Jasmine's Gift

by evilbunnies



-angst? check!

-romance? check!

~~~

Connor was, once again, the outcast, lost and alone. And he had come so
close to belonging.  

...Or as close as he could get to it.

"Jasmine's way was the right way...There was no more pain, no more
fighting..." He thought.

~~~

Jasmine's rotting corpse lay in a bloody sprawl on the pavement. 
After a moment, a strange low light began to emit from it...It 
increased in intensity, until...Jasmine was resurrected in a kinetic
light explosion.

Jasmine let her trademark, toothy, grin spread on her mahogany face and
whispered..."It is, as it shall
be..." She felt different. Her face, her body felt solid and
new...Her flesh was intact.

A low ominous voice echoed in her mind... style="font-style: italic;">"You are the beautiful goddess, they saw.
It is no longer illusion but real, to all...Go and make this world what
you will. Succeed where all others have failed." style="font-style: italic;">


"The goddess of light has returned."

Apparrently the other gods did not want to see her leave this world, style="font-style: italic;">just yet...

She passed a group of young girls, headed home from a fun night out.
They bopped along a little tipsily, happily engrossed in their
conversation about a cute boy they'd seen.

When they spotted Jasmine, their eyes glazed over and they fell to
their knees, cute boy long forgotten.

"We don't deserve to gaze upon you." One of them said...The others
shook their pretty, little, heads in agreeance.

This pleased her.  She would have feed upon them, but it wasn't
hunger she felt, at the moment...She needed something (someone) else...

"It is I, who is honored by the sight of you." Jasmine smiled
benevolently at them...

~~~

Connor stalked about the streets aimlessly. His eyes blurred from
having destroyed the one person,
who had accepted him unconditionally, Jasmine.

He killed her in penance for every wrong step he'd made before, but
still his conscience was not soothed. He missed Jasmine.

He never saw the outer beauty that his dad's groupies and others saw,
but he saw the inner-beauty, the goddess within.

He knew her offer of universal love was without artifice. So, she ate a
few thousand people, so, all else could have peace. It seemed a fair
trade, to him.

All he wanted right now was the sembelance of peace he'd found with her.

So, why did he kill her? To please his father, of course.

He wiped his face furiously and began to sprint, attempting to run off his
frustrations, when...

"Connor."

He stopped.

"Connor. I forgive you."

No, it couldn't be.

"Beloved, it is me, Jasmine...Come to
me now and see me as the goddess that I am."

"But, I always did." Connor offered.

"I know...And that is why, I have the
most wonderful gift for you, Beloved...Come to me."

All the information he needed to find her, flooded into his mind and he
began to run again, this time with a purpose...

~~~

Using her rapturous thrall, Jasmine had secured a suite even more
fabulous than the one she'd previously occupied, sumptuously decorated
in brocaded silks with a large four poster bed, in the center.

Jasmine's worshipers eagerly dressed her...In a simple
spaghetti-strapped satin rose hued shift.

~~~

 When Connor entered the hotel, one of Jasmine's followers, a
short plump balding man, in a green turtle-neck, greeted him
expectantly.

"You honor us, most favored one, with your presence....Her gorgeousness
is waiting in room 314."

He dropped a key card into the boy's hand and gestured towards a
private elevator... "Just there."

Connor entered, still catching his breath...He could already smell her.
But this time the aroma had a different quality.  Jasmine had, had
the sickly sweet smell of overripe(rotting) fruit. Now, the smell was
still sweet, but not overly so...And there was something style="font-style: italic;">else in it...

A womanly smell...a LIVING
woman's smell....

~~~

After Connor, turned the knob on the room-door of 314 and pushed it
open he gasped, at the sight before him...No wonder all who had gazed
upon her had fallen to their knees...

Black eyes deep as an abyss....The flawlessly smooth brown skin...And
the dimpled smile framed by the most inviting lips he'd ever seen.

With wide eyes, he trembled at the sight of the mocha goddess laying on
the bed before him...And then, incredibly, he turned to leave...

"I am not worthy..."

She quickly sprang to his side, taking his hand in hers, while gently
turning his boyish face up to her own.

"Yes...You are."

She kissed him, sweetly, her moistened bee-stung lips, parted only
just...Connor felt dizzy.

He was lost. Head spinning he returned her kiss, chasing her tongue
languidly. Had he wanted this all along?...It was so wrong. She was his
daughter, in a way, millennia older than him, style="font-style: italic;">and a goddess.

 

"Yes" he thought. "Yes, I've wanted this badly."

Jasmine's free hand nudged the door shut. She inched backwards towards
the bed.

Connor felt self-conscious. He wanted to please her, but he couldn't
even please Cordy. She'd kicked him out of her bed after she was done
using him. Would Jasmine do the same?

Jasmine sat at the edge of the bed, her legs just parted enough to
reveal her lack of anything underneath. Connor licked his lips.

"It's okay...Just relax. I will please you first, young one and then,
you may please me."

She lifted his shirt over his head, and gazed appreciatingly at his
wiry frame. She ran her hands down his chest, over his belly, traced
his pelvic lines to his surprisingly large bulge. She rubbed his
manhood and found him to be substantial...She wondered at how it could
belong to such a slight boy.

Connor moaned and leaned down into another kiss, this one far from
sweet.

Jasmine pulled away, breathless "Wait, Beloved...It'll be, style="font-style: italic;">all the more enjoyable."

Connor shook his head obediently. Jasmine slide from the bed to her
knees and pushed Connor's pants down. He was now, naked with
'Not-So-Little-Connor" wagging in her face.

She took him in her hand...He gasped and swayed a bit. She blew a warm
puff of air on him, her eyes seeking his as she did...She flicked her
tongue underthe tip, while slowly stroking him with her hand...Enjoying
the taste of the tiny droplets of moisture forming there.

He trembled, his eyes fluttering.

"gawwd..."

"Connor, do you like the way this feels?"

 

He swallowed before answering...In the brief pause, she took him into
her mouth completely, enveloping him...Burying her lips to his hair.

Connor nearly fainted from pleasure, but he steadied himself with one
hand on the bed as Jasmine continued her awesome assault.

"Jasmine...please...aaahh"

He didn't dare touch her head. What she was doing felt so, right...and style="font-style: italic;">wrong he was afraid he'd mess her
up.

He felt so close to coming...He felt that style="font-style: italic;">delicious tightening...

And then, she stopped...Sweet torture.

~~~

He knew what she wanted, because he wanted it to... To be style="font-style: italic;"> inside her.

With a smooth, almost premeditated, move, he was on top of her, her
shapely legs wrapped high around his back...

He was panting now, with need, but he wanted to savor this moment,
before the inevitable.

With his deep blue innocent-looking eyes gazing into her omniscient
ebony ones...He plunged in, twisting his face in sweet agony...

"Mmm!" Jasmine turned her head, her eyes squeezing shut, her mouth
creased in a dimpled, evil, little, Mona Lisa, smile.

She writhed beneath him.

Connor reveled at this sight...His long hair lightly brushed her face
in time with his movements.

"Jasmine...Jasmine...feels style="font-style: italic;">so... style="font-style: italic;">good."

"Mmm, sweet boy."  her
hand cupped his ass, urging him deeper...faster.

He was delirious...He threw back his head and increased his pace...With
his supernatural endurance he hadn't wanted to overdo it...But, she was
a...

"Ahh..."

...Goddess.

"Ooh!"

Jasmine was contracting around him, her walls working him with the
softest, tightest, caress he'd ever know...

"Too much!"

"Let...*thrust*... style="font-style: italic;">Go...*thrust*... style="font-style: italic;">Beloved!" 

His pace was now, frantic...He was so
close to coming, but he wanted to please her first..But with what she
did to him, he didn't think he could hold out much longer. He frowned,
in concentration...

And then it was too late... His voice went up to an unnatural range... style="font-style: italic;">"Jasmine!!" He gripped her
shoulders, as he came, digging his fingers so deeply, he bruised her.

She arched up into him, milking every wave of the most style="font-style: italic;">intense orgasm he'd ever felt...His
body quaked with it.

"Unh!" his voice crackled

It seemed to go on and on...As
he came down, he continued to pump, wanting to savor the last waning
waves...He collapsed on top of her, his diminished member still within.

"Shh, it's okay" Jasmine
whispered..."You can lay like this as
long as you like."

She stroked and kissed his damp hair...His hot breath puffed the curly
tendrils on her soft shoulders...

He snuggled in closer as if afraid she might go away..."I'm style="font-style: italic;">so sorry... style="font-style: italic;">I-I"

"Shh, sweet boy, it doesn't matter now. I have returned and we are
together, now. I do not blame you. You did what you thought you must."

With that, he let go. He sobbed silently into her chest, clutching her
like a drowning swimmer.

"That's right Connor, let go."


"They all hate me...My style="font-style: italic;">father hates me!"

She turned his face so her eyes met his...He forced himself not to look
away, embarassed, as he was, by his tear-streaked face. "But, I love
you...and you loved me."she said "Even when you saw style="font-style: italic;">my true physical face. You're the
only one who loved the real
me...That is why I wanted to give this gift to you."

"Yes, and I still love you,
Jasmine." He looked so startlingly open. She leaned down and kissed his
sweaty brow.

Connor continued on, intently. "...And, I will protect you and love
you, until my end. I style="font-style: italic;">swear it."  He took her hand
in his, sqeezed it meaningfully and kissed it.

"Yes, I know, Lover..."  Jasmine's face creased in her glorious
(terrible) grin and she kissed him again, in an style="font-style: italic;">obscenely, motherly way,
considering what they had just done.

"Jasmine.." His voice had
taken on a husky quality.

Connor, apparently wasn't done yet. He still hadn't pleased her as he'd
liked.   He sank down her body making a trail of kisses as he
went...into the deepest part
of her.

"Mmm, sweet, sweet boy..."



Fin?

*This is my first attempt at smutty
fanfiction so please, be gentle with me.I recently watched my old Angel
season 4 DVD eps and saw some definite shippy,"Oedipusness" in reverse,
stuff going on with them. I saw there were no stories involving a
Connor/Jasmine pairing and decided to fill the void (no pun
intended:-). The older woman-younger man thing is pretty hot, right
now, after all. There was just waay too much potential to let it go to
waste.  Depending on reaction to this dirty little ditty, there
may be future chapters. I may also edit and/or expand this one. We
shall see...