Variations of Erik: uhm...Erik?

I suppose this version I'm going for more novel based, or something. PWP at it's most PWPness, so it's not like it really matters THAT much. If you're not into hot corpsey Erik smut, I'd give this one a miss. ("And this corpse that I'm undressing would be sexier I'm guessing....if I only were a goth!") Sorry. Voltaire moment. At any rate, Erik and Christine belong to Leroux, as does everything else in the Phantom of the Opera. I do this only for my own twisted enjoyment and for no monetary gain.

Based on....Erik!

PWP, M/F, oral, one-shot

I had left Christine alone to go out and attend briefly to a few matters within the Opera. It was still quite early and my hope was that I would be able to run my little errands and return home before she ever awoke. However, she had apparently risen rather early that morning for when I walked through my front door she was lounged on the sofa in a very provocative pose. And she was stark naked.
My jaw must have hit the floor when I saw her. There was nothing else I could do when faced with such radience. As a gentleman I should have averted my gaze, turned my back, anything to attempt to preserve those austere courtesies of society. However it was utterly beyond me at that moment to do anything more than gawk at this completely inconceivable scene!
She smiled like a little vixen and slid from the cushions, striding up to me confidently. "Mmm. Good morning, Erik." She purred the words in a velvety tone. For my part, I was still far too shocked by her nudity and brazen manner to form anything more coherant than one or two garbled sylables.
Christine giggled over her power to rend me speechless, and one of her graceful little hands reached up to smooth the lapel of my suit jacket. I shifted slightly, adjusting my cloak to hide my ardent appreciation for her beautiful body. After opening my mouth several times and being unable to form anything close to a word I finally managed "Why--?" I was confused. I would admit that very freely. For months I had fantasized of seeing her standing before me, with just that look of desire in her eyes, in just that state of undress. But my reality had always been that she seemed almost utterly oblivious to the wretched lust she caused to course through my body. She'd always been so sweet and demure, nothing like this!
"I've been thinking about you, Erik. I've been thinking about how I feel when we sing together. When I'm near you. It always frightened me a little, the feelings I had when you were near me. And I've been trying to think of a way to show you how I feel, how much I want you. I know you want me, Erik. I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching. So I thought I would surprise you!"
My mouth felt incredibly dry. "I am certainly surprised, cherie."
She smiled brightly, "Good." She lifted herself up onto her toes and pressed her lips against my mask where my mouth was. I thought that I would die from the sensation of the warmth from her perfect lips pressed against my own. Even through the cloth I could feel the softness of her. I closed my eyes to revel in the sensation, and I could feel tears wetting the dark cloth. How can I describe the ecstacy I felt at that moment? Before I even knew what was happening those deft little fingers of hers had reached behind my head and unfastened my mask. She pulled it away as she had once before, but this time she did not shrink back from me. She did not cry out or fall to the floor in a dead faint. She merely looked at me, as though I were any man, and she touched my cheek!
Her lovely little white hands stroked my face and wiped the tears from my eyes. She let me kiss her pale little forhead and did not draw back. She even drew my face to hers with her hands and allowed me to kiss her on the lips.
My need swept over me rapidly and ferociously. It was as though all of the restraint, all of the longing of my entire life came flooding back in a wave of reckless abandon. I ravaged her sweet mouth, claiming every inch of it as my own. For her part she welcomed my assault with plaintive whimpers demanding more. She grasped my hands which had tangled in her long blonde hair and drew them down to cup her soft full breasts.
I had never known a need to great as the need to posess her in that moment. I threw off my cloak and began to unfasten my shirt, absolutely lost to my passion for her. She stilled my hands with her own however, shaking her head. "Let me." She whispered and I let my hands fall to my sides.
She finished unfastening my shirt, undoing each button painfully slowly. She carressed my chest and shoulders as she slid both my jacket and shirt off at once. I knew I was not much to look at, but she seemed perfectly pleased with me. Her hands traced my poor twisted body with a reverance that both enthralled and confused me. Not all of my hideousness was carried from birth, it had been added to many times in unpleasant situations I tried very hard to forget. She found the edges of scars from these along my side and the top of my shoulders, and she traced each mark lovingly with her fingertips.
My whole body tensed as she explored me. Christine moved behind me, where the worst of the damage was, and I could feel her continuing to trace those old lines. "My poor Erik..." She murmered under her breath "Poor, poor Erik." I felt that I should begin crying again, which annoyed me greatly. I wanted to enjoy this moment with my beloved little angel, but it seemed that it was far too much for my frayed emotions to deal with properly. No one had ever touched me like she was touching me. I had always known physical contact to mean pain. But Christine's gentle strokes brought a delight so fierce that it was almost impossible to bear.
Every fibre of my being was on fire as she touched me, and then I felt something warm and vaguely moist trailing along an old scar that ran next to my spine. It was her mouth! The senation of her sweet mouth against my skin was absolutely more than I could bear, and with a hoarse cry I shamefully spent myself without her even having touched my manhood.
She did not seem to mind, however. For when I began to try to calm my heart from it's racing I felt her press against my back and wrap her arms around me. She pressed soft kisses against my shoulders and her palms slid down my chest and finally began to undo my trousers.
Once she had undone them and slid them down my thighs she moved once again to stand before me. She kissed me again and my head swam from the onslaught of sensation I was entirely unused to. She took me by the hand and led me to the sofa, indicating that I should sit.
I was greatful for I felt that after everything my knees would give out from under me, and that really would have been quite embarrassing.
Rather than join me on the cushions she knelt before me and began to stroke my thighs. I followed every move she made, tranfixed. What now did my little minx intend to do?
When her hands slid up my thighs again they did not stop. They stroked over my hips and she took my spent manhood in her hand. I groaned and felt myself twitch in her fingers when she touched me. She looked up at me, as though to ensure I was watching, and indeed I was. How could I possibly turn away from such a mesmerizing sight as my beautiful angel on her knees before me?
As one of her hands held me at the base of my shaft, her other began to very lightly and slowly stroke me. I could feel my earlier arousal beginning to take hold again and I stared at her as she continued to coax my flesh to rigid attention.
When I was once again hard and filled with need she placed a very light kiss against the tip and I nearly leapt out of my skin at the feeling! Her little pink tongue darted out and swirled briefly over the head as her little white hands stroked and teased my length. She smiled up at me and the sight was breathtaking. Raising herself up onto her knees she drew me to her for another kiss. As I plundered her mouth yet again I could feel her breast pressed against my hardness, the sensation made me groan with longing and I pressed myself against her slightly. She responded by shifting slightly so that my manhood rested in the valley between her breasts and for a moment I thought I might lose my composure again just at the mere thought.
She broke the kiss and slid back down to sit between my splayed legs, immediately grasping me in her hand again. I threw my head back with a ragged sigh as she took me between those soft lips of hers and began to suckle me. The feeling was intense as she bobbed her head slightly, drawing me in and out of her hot mouth. Out of instinct I began to thrust my hips slightly, needing to feel her surrounding me fully.
And then she did something truly magnificent. She began to hum softly while she suckled me. The vibrations from her throat teased my flesh in a most amazing way, and the sound of that beautiful voice that I had worked so long and hard to perfect with her drove me absolutely wild.
She must have known that I was very close to losing control again for she released my shaft and slid up to straddle my lap. Her breasts were at the perfect height for me to enjoy, and enjoy them I did! I grasped one in each hand and stroked them, teasing her already hard nipples with my thumbs. I leant my head forward and greedily took one of her delightful nubs into my mouth, drawing on it and causing her to arch against me and moan. I could feel her hands upon my scalp, holding me to her breast and urging me on.
I could feel the heat from her moist passage as she straddled my lap. I grasped my length and stroked it against her entrance. Good God she felt so hot and wet! I held my breath as she eased herself down onto my length. I had never imagined such an exquisite thing could exist upon this earth. She engulfed me fully, tight as a vice around me, yet all softness. I was paralyzed by what I could only imagine was complete sensory overload when she began to move against me. Raising herself up slightly and lowering herself again. The feeling of it all was beyond anything I had dared to imagine, and very soon I was lost to the primative rythem, thrusting up into her with complete abandon. I could feel her lips against mine, her hands on my body, my hands on hers. I was so close, so close to losing myself. But this time I wanted her to join me. I wanted to bring my angel to heaven with me.
I gritted my teeth and fought to maintain control, to hold on just a little bit longer. She was close, I knew she must have been, for her head was thrown back in almost complete ecstacy and her cries were becoming almost as desperate as my own.
I grunted, trying to slow the pace, to give myself a chance to hold on for her. But Christine refused to relent, and continued to ride me wildly. I whimpered "Please...Christine...." trying to let her know that I needed to slow down before I could no longer keep myself together.
But she ignored me and only moved against me harder. I cried out, spilling mymself into my beloved. But she had not come....

I woke slowly, trying to grasp at the last moments of the dream. If I only had another moment I could bring her with me, I knew it. But it was useless. The illusion was gone and I was awake now, alone in my coffin and drenched in sweat and the after effects of the erotic dream, my nightclothes plastered to my moist skin. Christine was alseep in her own room, as oblivious to my shameful longings as ever. The mask over my face was stifling, but I dared not remove it, lest she come in in need of something while I slept. She could not look at me without that twinge of revulsion in her eyes, and would not touch me of her own accord. The only way I would ever have her as I desired was in my dark little fantasies.
I rolled over onto my side and began to weep bitter tears at how my body and soul ached for her. But she would never allow me to even share a kiss with her....