Authors: Jane White Pillatzke
“I don’t like storms
;
they are never good news.”
Lucius held me tight
ly
and stroked my back
,
making circles with his fingers
.
“You are safe with me
,
Ivy.”
Lightning streaked across the
sky, casting the room in an eerie glow
.
Shuddering
,
I snuggled in
closer
.
Looking up into his face
,
I fought the urge to cry
. H
is face was a lovefest for my tired eyes
. H
is shone like stars
,
illuminating my
weary world,
and
his mouth
was
a beacon for my soul, calling me to kiss him, which I did
.
Smiling
,
Lucius held me tight
,
and our kiss went from sweet to seductive in seconds
. I pushed him back and moved to
straddl
e him.
“Ivy
,
you are beautiful
;
every inch of you
drives my body wild with desire.”
I smiled and stoked my hands down his chest, my naked core slightly above his rising desire
.
“
T
ake what you want from me
,
”
he said.
With that
,
I slid down on to his rigid cock
. I rode him slowly
, rising up and down
,
my pussy soaking him
with
my desire
.
Harder and harder I rode him, his hips rising to meet me, my breasts bouncing with every thrust Lucius gave
. He
gripped my hips and slammed into my tight sheath, finding my sensitive spot
. A
rching back
,
leaning my arms back on the bed, opening myself up to his eyes
,
I rode on
. He
pinched around my clit
,
making me scream
. H
arder and harder I rode him, my breasts bouncing wildly, my head
thrown
the whole way back
,
exposing my neck
.
Lucius grabbed hold of me and pulled me up hard against him
.
I slid my legs around his waist
,
and he grabbed my hair
,
pulling my head to the side
. W
ithout a word
,
he bit into my neck,
and
my sheath clamp
ed
down on his cock
. M
y world exploded, his sucking of my neck, my milking of his cock, my world just imploded
.
Lucius broke the bite and licked my wounds clean.
Pulling my face back up to his
,
he looked at me, his eyes completely black and the red rings glow
ing
wildly
with
heated desire
.
I kissed his swollen lips and tasted the metallic tang on them
. M
y nipples burned with desire
,
and I lifted myself up off his cock and held onto the
head
board
in front of me
.
Lucius held on
to me
,
stroking his fingers near my breasts
. H
e took one of my nipples into his mouth
,
swirling his tongue a
round
,
over and over
.
My legs were spread wide,
as I knelt
above
him
so he could bite and suckle my nipples
. His
hands found my ass
,
and
he
pulled me in closer
. O
n
e
hand slid to my front
,
and he teased my engorged bud
.
I found myself
losing
the will to kneel
in front
of him
,
but Lucius held me up
,
grabbing my ass with one hand, sucking my nipple, fingering my bud and soaking core
.
He
bit down hard on one nipple
,
sucking it into his mouth,
and
I screamed and slid down his
body
where
his erect shaft wait
ed
for me
. H
e pulled hard on my hips
,
and I closed the distance
,
slamming onto his beautiful phallus
.
How this man could be so turned on so quick
ly
was yet another question that fleetingly crossed my mind
,
only to be swallowed up by a delicious
French
kiss
.
Somewhere in the recesses of my mind
,
I heard a noise
,
but my body’s needs tamped down my normal
,
rational brain function
. M
oaning into Lucius’ kiss
,
I slid down his cock, tightening myself around it
,
feeling Lucius shudder in my grip
. S
liding my hands through his hair
, I pulled
him closer to me,
and
our kiss
grew
so passionate
,
breathing was becoming difficult.
All at once
,
the
double
window
s
in Lucius’ room
crashed
open
. S
hards of glass fl
ew
through the air
like
a million sprites
dancing around the
room
. B
efore I could react
,
several
pieces
impaled themselves into me
.
I heard Lucius roar
,
and he pulled me down off the bed onto the floor
.
Covering my body with his
,
he looked up and shouted in a language I had never heard
.
Shivering, naked and cut beneath Lucius
,
I cowered on the Persian rug
,
trying to find something to cover myself
with
. S
omehow
,
I felt I could deal with anything if I were more suitably attired
.
Spotting a throw on the chaise
,
I tried to crawl away from Lucius,
but
he grabbed me roughly and held me down
. I
glanced
up at him
, only to find myself looking into the face of a stranger. This was not the
man I loved
. H
is eyes glowed eerily
;
his face
was
more angular and haunted
.
S
hivering
,
I tried to explain my predicament
,
but words failed me
. I
nstead
,
I slumped down
,
wondering who had come through the window
,
but inside, I knew
.
King Casimiro and those dreaded cronies
of his had finally found us
.
Lucius leap
ed
up off me and dove across the bed
.
R
isking a glance
,
I peeked up over the bed and saw Lucius reach the other side to retrieve a sword
.
I felt like I was watching a 3D movie about
the Knights
of the Round Table
, but somehow
,
I doubted th
is
version would have a
happy ending
.
Taking my chances
,
I dove across the floor and just reached the chaise when I felt my arm being wrenched out from in front of me
.
Screaming in pain
,
I tried to turn and kick whoever had me,
only to find myself facing
the
k
ing
. He
had me hanging
by my arm
,
naked
.
The pain immobil
ized me
.
The
k
ing
flashed an evil
smile, his fangs descending from his mouth
. T
hey looked as large
as a tiger’s canine
s
.
His eyes
, like Lucius’,
glowed eerily
.
“Little Ivy
,
how nice of you to dress for the occasion.”
Dying of mortification
,
I tried to pull myself out of the
k
ing
’
s grip
,
but he was unmerciful
in his hold, tightening it all the more
.
Gasping for breath
,
trying to breathe through the pain, I stole a glance at Lucius
,
who was standing
frozen in place,
facing us
.
This was going to be a fight to the death
;
there truly could be no other conclusion
than a grizzly knock down orgy of testosterone
.
I turned to face the
k
ing,
and
he stopped looking at Lucius
long enough to
leer at me
.
“I will not
,
for any reason in this world or our own
,
let Lucius live
. Y
ou will see him fall to his knees and beg me to let him die.” Turning away from me
,
he laughed
.
Something in that laugh
hit
a switch inside me
. N
ever before had I felt so
enraged
, so completely
removed from my normal
,
sensitive self
.
And yet,
I felt totally in control, totally empowered
.
Gazing down at my wrist
,
I saw once more it was
a
blood red
tear drop
,
and
I
smil
ed as
I
realized
why
.
It was somehow up to me to get Lucius and I out of this
deadly
predicament
,
and quickly
.
Of course
,
knowing and doing were
two
very different things
. L
ooking around the room
,
I wondered what I could possibly do to tip the scales in Lucius’ favor
.
Perhaps
,
if I could distract the
k
ing and his guards, Lucius could do his
—well
, whatever it was he did
. W
hat
ever he
did
,
I
hoped
he
was
good at it
.
Realizing I had precious little time
,
I lunged forward toward the bed
. J
umping on
to
it
, I
spread my legs wide open, confident the
k
ing would at least follow me
.
The
k
ing’s jaw actually dropped;
perhaps he’d never seen a modern, clean-shaven woman before.