Her soft moan at the feel of her finger swirling on her swollen clit sent his tongue darting across his lower lip and she noted the rise and fall of his chest increased. It turned her on knowing he seemed to be fascinated by her actions. The thought she shouldn’t do this burned for a second behind her eyes, but she didn’t care. The want and desire for Tor sizzled through every aspect of her being. She prayed nothing stopped this sudden sexual confidence controlling her actions, especially that damn magical chastity belt.
“Deveney, you’re not thinking clearly.” The gravel in his voice sent a chill down her spine.
“I’m thinking clearer than I ever have before,” she replied on a husky breath.
In a bold move, she slid her moist finger from her panties, lifted it to his lips and outlined his mouth. His nostrils flared wider as if he tried to inhale every ounce of the scent of her arousal from her finger. She saw him struggle to keep his tongue in his mouth and not lick her flavor from his lips.
A challenge, she decided. He wanted her, but for some unknown reason he resisted. Should she stop?
No
answered on a definitive roar straight from the raging hormones of her sex drive. His resistance would not do. In slow motion, she trailed her hands down the length of his well-muscled abdomen. His subtle gasp fueled her efforts. She leaned in closer, making sure her nipples touched him as she lowered to her knees.
Tor grabbed her arms, trying to stop her but failing miserably. Deveney slid her hands under his robe and captured his cock. An audible moan escaped his throat as she caressed the solid head and teased the slender slit with her fingertip until it gifted her with a sample of his juices. Though he held her arms tight, she managed to lean just enough to taste his pre-cum from her finger.
“Mmmmm,” she sighed, lifting her hooded gaze to his. “You taste as good as you look.”
Tor shivered as his resolve weakened. Looking down at her, at those scrumptious lips, set the beast inside him on fire. Did she understand the weight of her actions? No. She didn’t. She wasn’t from his world and wouldn’t understand the repercussions.
Fuck her
, the words whispered through his head.
Fuck her now!
He struggled for some form of control. The thrash of his hand through her silky hair tickled his palm. The sight of that glorious mouth of hers hovered near the head of his cock drained his brain of rational thought.
Both her hands worked his shaft with a magical touch. When the tip of her tongue licked a drop of pre-cum from the slender slit, his knees nearly buckled. Heat sizzled from that simple touch straight through his cock and up his spine to arrow into his heart. This wasn’t right, he had to stop her. She wasn’t of his world. She wanted to go home. It took tremendous effort to muddle through the sexual fog in his brain. Though she led him by his cock toward the bed, he waged an inner battle against the raging desire to mate. At the foot of the bed, he forced himself to halt.
“Deveney, we can’t do this,” he panted, desperately grappling for at least a smidgeon of control. Inside his head, his inner beast growled. Her rich, womanly scent saturated his hypersensitive animal senses.
If he didn’t trample the rise of the beast, the natural instinct to mate would rule. He took a deep breath and steeled his spine. He had to find some way to end this before it went too far. But had it already? His heart pounded and his chest tightened at her next words and movements.
“Yes, we can,” she teased as she scooted onto the bed and released the strange item from around her chest, freeing her breasts. Then she slowly wiggled out of the clothing covering her sex.
When she tossed them at his face, he caught them and made the mistake of inhaling the primal musky scent of her arousal from the delicate pink cloth. The sight of her naked on his bed switched the beast inside him into full sexual prowl. He wanted a mate, he wanted
to
mate, and he wanted it now. Deveney’s scent implied a ripe and ready mate lay willing before him. What stopped him?
He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. He’d made a promise not to be the same as his father. The people came first.
The needs of his people must come before his personal needs.
The silent mantra flashed in his head. The beast roared. His heart pounded furiously to the point he thought it would burst.
Tor struggled to rein in his overwhelming desire for the pink flesh spread wide before him by thinking of those who hovered on the eve of turning into their inner beast forever. There were others closer to transforming into
Proprius Bestia
than he. It wasn’t right that he mate before them.
Could this desire be controlled and she sacrificed to another? He couldn’t stop the stupid question from spearing his brain even though he knew the truth. The magic controlled the mating, nothing else. What if she stayed? Could the magic be contorted and the mating forced between her and someone else with the use of a potion? He grappled at thin ideas as he tried desperately to lasso his inner beast and staunch his desires.
The questions burned in his brain, spurring a fire within his gut.
No other will have her
screamed through his head. Just the thought another’s cock would touch her inner heat had him on the edge of surrender. Tor wrestled for control. This wasn’t right. She wasn’t Morphionian. What if the Earth woman couldn’t handle the mating ritual? What if it killed her? He reiterated his fears trying his best to reason with his inner beast to cool his raging libido.
When Deveney flipped onto her knees, backed up to the edge of the bed, spread her lower lips with her fingers and wiggled, practically pushing her sex into his face, the last of his restraints broke like a dam during a hurricane. The ripe scent of a female in heat washed over him and captured command of him. His inner beast roared to the forefront and demanded he follow the dictations of nature.
Clothing ripped from his body in one swift move. Naked and hard, he stepped to the edge of the bed, buried his face in her folds and licked her slit from clit to anus. Deveney’s squeal spurred him on. Her sweet nectar drove him wild, as did her fragrant scent. Her ripe mating aroma enveloped each inhale he took. The stop option disintegrated. His inner beast drove him to the edge and urged him onward.
Nothing held him back. Tor grabbed her hips, spread her legs farther and pushed the head of his cock into that sweet, inviting entrance. Deveney gasped and buried her head into the pillow. Sparks flew in brilliant shades of light from their bodies. Intense heat wrapped around them in the form of a giant, glowing blue bubble, encapsulating the entire bed.
Tightness gloved his cock as he spotted the signs of magic dancing in the air, symbols that signified the start of a mating ritual. Closing his eyes, he refused to acknowledge the sexual imagery that came with the bonding.
This was just sex
, Tor tried to convince himself.
Hot juices coated the head of his cock and he wanted nothing more than to push forward and fuck her. But he heard her muffled cry and sensed her pain from his initial entrance into her. She was so tight. He didn’t want to hurt her. The intense desire to claim her ravaged his soul even though he tried to deny its true meaning. He wrapped an arm under her waist and guided her onto all fours to the center of the bed. He positioned his legs between hers to help steady her against his weight. Leaning over her, he cradled her body to his and whispered in her ear.
“Deveney, if you want me to stop, I will.” For the first time in his life, Tor wasn’t sure if he could keep his word. The intensity of the natural magic that drew him to Deveney controlled him, and he doubted his own ability to withdraw if she asked him to stop.
Did Earth people experience a similar mating ritual? Would their chakras combine if he continued? These questions flashed inside his head, but he couldn’t even consider voicing them as the air heated around them.
An amazing blue glow surrounded them. Pure energy seeped from her body into his and empowered him. If having only the head of his cock inside her made his body hum, he couldn’t imagine the sensations being buried to the hilt would bring.
“Tor, I want you,” Deveney rasped as she shoved backward, taking more of his cock inside. “I want you to fuck me.”
Motivated by her words, Tor couldn’t stop. The magic of the mating ritual took over. He didn’t miss the sensation of excessive tightness within her, gifting him with entrance into an untested pleasure. No man had been before him. Tor’s chest tightened with the knowledge of being her first.
Though part of him wanted to slow down, be gentle, the magic roared to life between them. This was even more powerful than he had ever imagined. Every ounce of him was in sync with her pleasure. His pleasure, her pleasure, blended into a mesh of phenomenal abstract shapes and colors in his head. Did she see the same magical show in the air? Were the sexual sensations as powerful for her as for him?
Should he stop? Pull out of her and end this before it was too late?
Tor knew nothing stopped the blending of the chakras once it started. But this wasn’t a mating ritual. This was just sex, he tried to convince himself. Guided by primal instinct, Tor grabbed her hips with bruising force and buried himself to the hilt, sensing her inner muscles stretch, accepting his length and girth as a scream of pleasure mixed with pain ripped from her throat. Driven by the magic of their joining, he ground in and out of her, faster and faster. Harder and harder he thrust, intensifying his need to claim her, to make her his.
With each inward plunge, Deveney arched, taking him in deep. The sounds of sheer pleasure emanating from her amazed and excited Tor. No mere woman took the pounding he gave her. And yet she did. She met each stroke, spread her legs, taking him in farther, and expressed her heated desire verbally. Thank the Goddess Nirvana for a soundproof room. Having the whole palace aware of her existence didn’t place high on his list at the moment. Tor couldn’t help but smile, knowing he brought Deveney her first taste of pleasure even though it was rougher than a virgin deserved.
The harder and faster they fucked, the more intense the colors of the mixing magic in the bubble turned. Deep blue, fluorescent green, lava orange, prominent purple and then tantalizing turquoise blended into a bright red and deepened with each stroke of his cock within the sweet heat of Deveney.
Sweat covered their bodies as the heat intensified. Tor’s balls tightened. His cock trembled. He fought his release until Deveney’s inner muscles clamped around him, tugging him in a coaxing massage. Each ripple of her orgasm up and down his shaft forced him to release his seed even though he tried desperately to prevent it. To release his seed within her sex equaled the intimate finalization of their joining. One he had hoped to resist, but failed. His cock throbbed in the caress of her inner muscles, filling her with his seed.
On a desperate growl he collapsed, taking his weight on his hands and knees, hovering around her body, cock buried to the hilt, being milked by the sweetest heat of his life. As if she knew the ritual, the woman beneath him swung her hair to one side, exposing the milk-white flesh of her throat. Her life vein thumped, enticing him to lick its length.
Tor licked her from between her shoulders to the nape of her neck. At the silver link of chain, he flicked it, tasting the salt of her skin combined with the energy of the Amulet of Perception. Though he tried to resist, he couldn’t. Its beat was too strong. The tip of his tongue caressed her life vein from one end to the other, then back to the center where the beat throbbed strongest. He suckled this spot on Deveney’s neck until their hearts pounded, sharing the same rhythm, and seemed to change into one organ, which pumped blood through both their bodies.
Deveney’s soft purr broke Tor’s mating trance.
“Will you suck my breasts like that?”
Her slow, deliberate pelvic motions made him grow hard again. Never had he recovered so rapidly. Tor was amazed his cock had any life left in it. It had to be the magic.
When he reluctantly pulled out of her heat, she moaned, “No, I’m not done with you yet.”
Faster than he’d ever seen anyone or any creature move, she flipped onto her back, legs spread. One hand caressed a distended pink nipple while the other massaged his cock to attention.
“Please, Tor. Suck my nipples.”
The sight of her tugging one of those delicious-looking buds taut made his mouth water. Unable to resist, he gently suckled the ripe nipple into his mouth. Her breasts were perfect. As he kneaded and caressed one full mound with his hand, his mouth worked magic on the other.
Both of her hands worked his shaft, coaxing it into a rock-hard state. He feasted from breast to breast until she had him primed and ready for re-entry.
“Fuck me again, Tor,” she demanded. “Fuck me again. I want your cock inside me now.”
Without waiting for him to move, Deveney shifted, wrapped her legs around his waist and plunged him in deep. Tor groaned. She may be an Earth woman, but she acted like a Morphionian woman in heat. This was bad.
He refused to believe their chakras had possibly united. It didn’t matter he sensed the strength of her magic through each touch. And the fact the amulet around her neck glowed bright with the force of their combined energies as she commandeered his cock scared him, thrilled him and made him want her even more. But that too didn’t matter. Not to Tor. He couldn’t let it, no,
wouldn’t
let it. She belonged in her world.