Mikki gulped and closed her eyes tightly in remembrance. “He felt thick and strong and incredibly big. I ran my hands up and down the width of his shoulders and his arms. His muscles were like living stone. And I felt something else . . . he was . . . he had . . .” Mikki swallowed around the sudden dryness in her throat. Could she really tell Nelly? Could she tell anyone? Remembering, it was almost as if she was there again, in that pit of sensation and fragrance. Her hands had moved up to bury themselves in the thick mass of his hair. She had intended to turn his face to hersâto open her eyes and to finally, finally see him. Then she had touched them. Horns. The man creature who was stroking her body into an excitement she had never before experienced had horns.
No! She couldn't tell Nelly; it was just too crazy, And her friend definitely knew crazy. Instead, she said in a rush, “He had some kind of costume on. It was leatherâhard leather, all across his chest. Like . . . like”âshe searched for the wordâ“like an old-fashioned breastplate. It was unbelievably eroticâthose hard muscles being barely covered by that hard leather. I let my hands feel himâcaress him. His face was buried in my hair, right here.”
Closing her eyes, Mikki's right hand moved slowly up, pulled forward a mass of her reddish curls and sank her hand into them near her right ear.
“This is where his face was, so it was easy for me to hear every sound he made. When I stroked him he moaned into my ear, except it wasn't really a moanâat least not a moan a human would have made. It was a low, deep growl that went on and on. I know it should have scared me. I should have screamed and fought, or at the very least been petrified, frozen with fear. But I didn't want to be away from him. That horrible, wonderful, beastlike sound excited me even more. I felt like I would die if I couldn't have himâall of him. Arching up to meet him, I could easily feel his erection. He was grinding it against me.”
Mikki swallowed again. “And then he spoke. His voice was like nothing I've ever heardâa man's, yet not. An animal's, but not really. The power in it rumbled through me and it was as if I could hear him within my mind, too.”
When she paused, Nelly prompted breathlessly, “What did he say?”
“He growled into my ear, âWe must not . . . I cannot . . . It cannot be allowed to happen!' but his words didn't stop me. I could feel his desire in them as surely as I could feel his hardness between my legs. I begged him not to stop as I clutched at his clothes. I wanted them off him; I wanted him naked against me. But it was too late. I was already climaxing, and all I could do was wrap my legs around him as my body exploded. The orgasm is what woke me.”