Read A Twisted Bard's Tale Online
Authors: Selena Kitt
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A Twisted Bard's Tale (2 page)
They
collapsed together, their cheeks flushed, and Catherine kissed Elizabeth’s
mouth, licking at her chin, tasting herself, her body still riding the wave of
her climax, a dreamy, slow-moving rush.
“You are the
most beautiful woman who has ever been alive,” Elizabeth murmured against her
throat, her dark hair falling over them like a curtain. “I am ever going to
love you, no matter what tries to come between us.”
Their eyes
met and they both remembered being in this bed chamber so many years ago,
verily like this, when Lady Capulet’s husband came home early from his journey.
It had been a cruel twist of fate, an ill-timed thing, and both women had
sobbed at their respective husbands’ feet and begged forgiveness. They had been
long separated that first time. Both husbands had put their heads together and
had been quite successful in keeping the families completely apart.
“You are the
beauty.” Catherine pulled the dark-haired woman onto her and kissed her full on
the lips. “My dark beauty.”
Their
breasts, full and soft, pressed together as they rolled on the bed, kissing and
touching each other, all hungry hands and mouths. There seemed no sating their
desire for one another. They had tried. Oh, had they tried!
Elizabeth
rolled to her belly and lifted her bottom in the air, looking back over her
shoulder at her lover. Catherine chuckled, slipping between her thighs and
spreading the other woman’s lips. Her hair there was dark and curly, her center
appearing even more pink in contrast when she was parted like this. So wet!
Catherine could smell her and longed to taste her.
But she knew
Elizabeth wanted something else first. Catherine knelt between her thighs,
slipping first one, then two, then three fingers into her crevice, making her
lover moan and press back against her hand. She began moving her fingers,
slowly at first, in and out, putting her hips into the motion, giving them more
force. Catherine used her own thighs to spread her wider, working her hips and
pelvis against Elizabeth’s bottom as she shoved her fingers deep, again and
again.
“Yes!”
Elizabeth arched her back, rocking with each thrust, her fingers searching
underneath and finding the tender nub of flesh that could send her to heaven
and back, rubbing it fast and hard. Her cries and moans grew louder with every
push forward, and she met each thrust with her own until Catherine’s hand was
drenched to the wrist, her fingers puckered like a prune from the wetness.
“Are you
ready?” Catherine plunged her fingers in deep, holding them there with her
hips.
Elizabeth
groaned, nodding, whispering, “Yes, yes, yes!”
Without
removing her hand, Catherine wiggled beneath her lover, who spread her thighs
wider, enthusiastically opening her lips up with her own hands, eager for a
tongue. Catherine groaned when Elizabeth sank down against her mouth, rocking
her hips, forcing the fingers still buried inside her to move back and forth.
“Oh!”
Elizabeth moaned and rocked, rocked and moaned, her hands cupping her full
breasts, her thumbs rolling over her nipples. Catherine held onto her hip with
one hand, using the other to push into her flesh as her tongue made fast little
circles between her thighs.
“Oh! Catherine!”
Elizabeth shuddered and moaned, slipping a hand beneath her lover’s head as she
came, grinding herself into the tongue and face between her thighs, riding it,
each wave more delicious than the last. Catherine slowly slipped her fingers
out, hearing Elizabeth sigh.
The two
women found their way back under the coverlet again, their foreheads pressed
together, breathing in each other’s scent, tasting each other in their mouths.
There were no words for a long time, just the soft, rounded press of their
bellies together, their breasts rising and falling with their breath.
“He will
come home this night for the feast.” The Lady Capulet opened her dark eyes and
saw Catherine’s blue ones looking back at her. She brushed a golden curl from
her fair cheek. “I wish you could stay and celebrate with us Juliet’s
forthcoming wedding. I so wish for us to be as we once were.”
“I cannot,”
the Lady Montague replied, her eyes sad. “You know as well as I that this feud
between the houses keeps me from coming here most days, even disguised and
veiled.”
“Yes.” Lady
Capulet kissed her, swallowing hard, feeling tears stinging her eyes. “It is
you and I, my love…we
are
the feud between the Capulets and the
Montagues.”
“I will not
be parted from you.” The blonde woman’s eyes blazed with love and lust, like a
blue fire.
“We will
long love this way, if we can.” Lady Capulet closed her eyes, thinking of her
daughter’s new life with Paris. She hoped for great happiness, great love
between them. She wanted more for Juliet than stolen moments like these.
Lady
Montague touched her lover’s cheek. “Love will not be denied, no matter from
whence it came.”
“Never where
it is bidden, it seems.” Lady Capulet sighed, pulling the other woman close.
They closed
their eyes and slept together for a while, a Capulet and a Montague, with a
plague creeping toward both their houses.
Selena
Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning author of erotic fiction. She is one of
the highest selling erotic writers in the business. With half a million ebooks
sold in 2011 alone, she is the cream-at-the-top of erotica!
Her
writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch
out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing
edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When
she’s not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing
company (www.excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her
family—a husband and four children—and her growing organic garden. She also
loves bellydancing and photography.
Her
books
EcoErotica
(2009),
The Real Mother Goose
(2010) and
Heidi
and the Kaiser
(2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male
romance,
Second Chance
, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her
story,
Connections
, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize,
given annually to an erotic short story of “exceptional literary quality,” out
of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all
entries are read “blind” (without author’s name available.)
She
can be reached on her website at
www.selenakitt.com
If you enjoyed
A
TWISTED BARD’S TALE
,
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ESCAPING
FATE
By Selena Kitt
Sam has an
unusual interest in humans—well, considering she’s a fairy of fate whose
profession it is to determine their futures, it’s no wonder! But it isn’t just
Karma she’s curious about… Sam has what her fairy-pal Alex thinks is an
inordinate and rather wanton interest in certain biological aspects of human
behavior—most notably, s-e-x.
When Sam’s
job leads her into the path of a handsome man who rocks her world, Sam’s
interest becomes obsession. Alex reminds her that fairies get one Christmas
wish – will Sam consider using hers to become human to experience one night of
bliss?
When things
become even more complicated—Sam discovers that Drew, the sexy stranger she’s
been fantasizing about, can actually see her—Sam finds herself immersed in a
complex and tangled web of human experience. She has to make a choice that will
teach her a twisted lesson in fate, ultimately change the course of human
existence and even reveal the origin of Santa Claus!
Warnings:
This title contains erotic situations, graphic language and sex with fairies -
the kind that fly.
EXCERPT from
“Escaping Fate”:
Cats are the
worst. It's the wings. They love to play with the damned wings. I can't count
how many times, out of nowhere, I've become some feline's personal play toy.
You'd think I'd been rolling in catnip, the way they come after me!
One minute,
I'm just sitting here minding my own business--okay, so I'm minding someone
else's business--perched on the footboard and watching the show, and the next
minute--wham! Now I'm rolling around on the bed with Anna and her new Beau,
except they're having a good old time, and I'm trying to save myself from
Fluffy's claws!
"Beau,
put him out," Anna begs.
Brilliant
idea! The damned cat's got my wing pinned and he's about to pounce on my head!
I'm flopping like a landed fish and the cat's tail is swishing like mad when
Beau grabs him by the scruff of the neck. Just in time! I stick my tongue out
at the cat and shake off my wings while he hisses and spits and sails out the
door.
"Where
were we?" Beau climbs back into bed and dives under the covers, making
Anna giggle wildly at first, until she begins to moan.
Damned
comforter! I give her a little "push," and she kicks off the covers,
revealing the spread of her hips under his hands and the swell of her breasts
with their hard, dark nipples. His face is buried between her legs, and he's
making those noises, like he's eating something sinfully delicious.
Anna is
rolling her hips, her eyes closed, her fingers gripping his head, guiding his
tongue. The cat's mewing on the other side of the door, but they're both
oblivious, of course. I've got that funny feeling in my belly again, and I'm
thinking about what Alex said the other day. I haven't gotten up the nerve to
go back ... to the man who could see me. Okay, so I flew by his window and
peeked in, but it was dark, and I couldn't see anything.
"Beau,
yes, oh God!" She gasps and squirms, spreading her thighs wider and
pressing up against his mouth in fast, rhythmic thrusts. Her head goes back and
forth, side to side, and she's making this noise in her throat, not unlike the
cat outside of the door. When her body stiffens and threatens to buck right out
of his hands, he grips her ass, his mouth fastened tight between her legs, his
eyes dark and full of lust as she shudders and quakes.
"Oh
God, oh God, oh God," she breathes as he kisses his way up her belly. She
clutches him tight, reaching between them to find his cock. I can't see well
enough, now, and I float down toward the mattress, moving off to the side so I
can watch them join together. She strokes him, squeezing, and I watch his
face--that look of bliss as she slides him between her pussy lips, guiding him
inside.
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