A long minute
dragged by until he sighed heavily. “Agreed.” He released her wrists and
skated his palms down her arms, down further, teasing the sides of her breasts
exposed by the torn edges of her gown. She shivered as he moved lower, along
the dipping curve of her waist, his mouth raining kisses down the length of her
spine.
Smoothing her
hips, he backed away from her, teeth scraping the top of one cheek as his
fingers traced the bottom crease of her buttocks.
She felt him
smile against her. “You have a delightful dimple ... here.” He pointed the
spot out with his tongue, lathing the smooth flesh. A shiver skimmed her
spine, increasing her sensitivity to his warm touch.
Swan jerked at
that wet heat, cooling rapidly as he moved lower. He dug his hands between her
thighs, his thumbs rubbing her nether lips. She shivered at the unfamiliar
sensation.
“Part your legs
for me, Swan.”
“Why?” she asked,
her breath stolen and raspy in her chest. Unbidden, an intense wash of heat
pulsed between her thighs.
“I want to taste
all of you,” he near growled.
A hot flood
saturated her cleft, her cunt spasming at the rush caused by his guttural words.
She leaned forward, resting on her stomach as he spread her legs and stroked a
finger up her wet slit.
Swan grabbed
fistfuls of satin, and bit the fleshy part of her hand as he nuzzled her nether
lips, breathing hot against that forbidden, secret place. No man had ever
dared put her in such a position.
It was too much.
She’d die from anticipation.
“I’ve not nearly
begun,” he murmured, muffled by her depths. The wet probe of his tongue slid
into her swollen folds, teasing the entrance to her womanhood with a tickling
press that had her knees nearly buckling.
When she tried to
close him out, his hands gripped her powerfully, unwilling to accept her
retreat. He wrapped his arms around her thighs, forcing her wide apart to
accept his devouring mouth on her weeping cunt. The lap of his tongue in so
intimate and untouched a place made her feel weak and submissive.
She moaned when
she heard his wet slurping sounds as he drank of her body, sweeping through her
juices as a man dying of thirst.
“You … should …
not…,” she said on a gasp, crying out when he stabbed her anal hole—a place
that had never known intimate touch.
His fingers drew
a heated line around her thighs to her needful, throbbing clit. He rubbed it
in rough circles, spearing her tightly puckered bud and drawing a cry of
pleasure from her throat.
His chin rubbed
her pussy, making her cream and buck against his rampaging mouth.
She widened the
part of her thighs around his legs as he knelt between them, tilting her
buttocks high to allow his access. He grunted, delved deeper then moved to her
neglected pussy.
The first stroke
past her aching slit against her swollen nub made her gasp for air. He flicked
his tongue at a rapid tempo, slipping easily in her juices. A shock wave
radiated from her core--she jerked against it, grinding back into his face,
unable to control her response.
He broke away,
replaced his tongue with his fingers once more, cradling her clit between the
stroking digits. Nipping the crease of one buttock, he moved over the
roundness until he cradled his hips against her once more, his fingers still
working her in steady, teasing strokes.
“Do you want me
inside you now?” he asked, hoarse with desire. The head of his shaft teased
her nether lips insistently, sliding with slippery wetness against her tender
lips.
She nodded,
unable to give voice to her wants, knowing only that he was bringing her to
that brink once more, and she ached to fall over the edge.
He stroked his
satiny length up and down her slit slipping like wet silk. His cockhead,
slickened with her own wetness, maddened her with thorough agony.
The stroke became
a push, nudging her tight opening, prodding first her anus and then her pussy.
She didn’t know which he’d penetrate first. Gods help her, she wanted him to
possess both openings.
“Do you want me
here?” he asked, pushing against her anus and then her cunt, “or here. Or do
you want my full possession of your delicious body? You need not beg me or
feel ashamed at the pleasure.”
He rumbled
against her ear. “Say the words, Swan. You want this. You know you do.” He
edged her sensitive opening, drawing his fingers from her clit to grasp her hips.
“Both. Gods
alive. I want this,” she gritted out, pained with need. She wanted it more
than anything at that moment. Pride had no place when faced with such precise,
angular pleasure threatening to overwhelm her.
He shuddered at
her admission
“First you will
know me here,” he said, and pushed against her anus, his fingers stroking her
clit, swirling her juices back to her ass to allow him access to the tight
hole. The strange tickle become a push, and then his finger was inside the
forbidden hole, stretching it to accept his girth.
She shuddered,
pushing against him, wanting something more.
He smiled against
her shoulder, replacing his tapered fingers with the mushroomed head of his
cock. His fingers he moved to her vagina, stroking the hole even as he wedged
himself inside her puckered bud.
A cry ripped from
her throat at the foreign invasion. “Ease yourself,” he murmured. “It is a
painful pleasure to accept me here, but one you will not forget.”
She tried to
relax her tense muscles, but could not. He slipped one finger into her cunt
and then another and curled them, stroking a spot inside that had her instantly
moaning and riding his hand.
He took her mind
off her ass, pushing further inside as he pleasured her pussy, rubbing his
thumb against her clit, curling his fingers within her as he began a slow, languorous
stroke within her ass.
She whimpered,
biting her full bottom lip, lying still beneath him. The sensation of being
filled there was alien and different and she wasn’t sure if she liked it or
not. Only the tense shudders of his body, the spasming jerk of his cock and
the glide of his fingers kept her still to him.
“I cannot take
it. I need something more,” she begged, feeling sorry for her wantonness.
“As you wish, my
lady,” he said.
Her body made a
sucking sound as he pulled out of her backside and slipped his fingers from her
sopping cunt. Se tensed as that thick member moved down, unerring to her
vagina.
Slippery and wet,
it held no barrier as he plunged his hard cock deep inside with one stroke. The
edges of her vagina bloomed and stretched, accepting his thick girth. She
cried out as he filled her completely, his own loud groan mingling with her
voice. The angle was odd, pulling upward and pleasing her in a way never felt
before. She bit her lip as he pulled slowly out, a withdrawal that jerked her
with sensation.
His hard,
muscular chest crowded the soft curves of her spine and buttocks, feeling
forceful, possessive and controlling.
She arched her
neck back, allowing him to bite the delicate column as he pushed wholly inside
her channel again. He stayed there for a moment, allowing her to feel his full
erection claiming her insides, stretching her to the limit of her endurance.
“And now you know
what it is to be possessed by a beastman,” he ground out, savaging her neck
with his teeth. A shudder erupted from his tense muscles, reverberating in her
body.
Her pussy
clenched on a hard gush, sucking at his cock as if to eat more of him.
Hot lips branded
her neck, the hollow behind her ear. His hands gripped her breasts with full
possession, pinching her nipples until the ached. He dragged her up to meet
him, bent over, with her buttocks spread and pliable for his invasion. Having
her in that supplicating position seemed to drive him wild.
A madness
overtook him, and he withdrew, only to sink inside again, faster, faster, until
his hips slapped against her round buttocks, sounding loud in the room. She
felt his sac smack her clit, the rough hair of his legs rubbing against her.
He pulled her hips back to meet each thrust, guiding her movement and driving
into her harder and harder.
“You are too
much,” she cried out.
“Not nearly
enough,” he said, groaning and stroking her ever higher to a spiral of need.
She bent her head
down, slamming back against him, reveling in the ragged sound of his breath as
pumped into her slick passage with ever growing fervor.
Her heart drummed
in her ears, nerves alighting with fire, burning with need. Her arms tensed to
support her upper body, arching her back as he bent close, his fingers removing
from her swollen tit to sink back to her soaked clit, moving again in that
maddening circle.
Assailed from
every direction, taken with powerful drives, she could no longer resist the powerful
pushing, pulling he evoked on her body. Every nerve alighted with fire. Her
cunt muscles screamed with white hot heat. Swan gasped as the climax thundered
over her with a suddenness that stole her breath, her muscles quivering and
spasming.
His erection
jerked at the spasm milk of her sex, and still he plundered, sinking further
each time, until he nudged her womb and bruised her cervix. She’d thought
she’d reached the pinnacle but she was wrong.
Again the tension
climbed, urging her toward another wave of orgasm. Her cunt rippled with the
ecstasy rolling through her, again and again.
She screamed,
bliss and pain melding until she could stand no more. She dug her fists into
the bed, the orgasm consuming every fiber of her being until she could feel
nothing else but the power of his body pushing into her.
He cried out
hoarsely as his shaft pulsed one final, soul rending time, jerking as his seed
spewed his release within her depths.
Collapsing
against her, forcing her to drop to the bed, he breathed raggedly against her
neck, pressing soft kisses along the curve. He pulled his shaft out with a
heavy sigh, leaving her feeling strangely bereft of his warmth.
“You feel so
good,” he murmured against her ear, kissing the tender hollow. “No other could
replace you.”
Swan shook,
utterly exhausted, wondering over his admission.
A knock at the
door saved her from responding in kind. Raphael rose, taking with him the heat
that warmed her. Swan sat up on her knees and clutched the pieces of the gown
to her chest, watching as he crossed the room, heating once more at the sight
of his muscular back and tight buttocks.
Raphael cracked
the door and spoke in hushed tones before closing it and turning back to her.
“We have been summoned.”
* * * *
With her gown
torn beyond repair, Swan was forced to go to Ashanti’s chamber and beg
another. She couldn’t go about the castle indecent. A large tear ripped from
the neck to the base of her spine, leaving her back exposed as she awaited
entrance. Raphael watched her, smiling at her nervousness as he leaned against
the stone wall. He claimed he guarded her modesty--not that she believed him.
She would have to be blind to miss his appraising looks.
After her brief
knock, Ashanti called softly for her entrance. Swan opened the door, surprised
to see Lord Blasien on his knees, his ear pressed against his wife’s belly.
Ashanti chuckled
at her startled look. “He imagines the babe talks to him and will not let me
go.”
Blasien looked up
at his wife, grinning broadly, his face full of love. “My son knows his
father.”
“Daughter,” she
corrected, smiling down at him and fingering his hair.
“Son,” he argued,
smiling. He stood, rubbing her belly one last time. “I will leave you both
alone. I expect you in my bed, wife, before my head hits the pillow.”
Ashanti swatted
playfully at his backside as he left and returned her attention to Swan.
“I’ve had an ...
accident, Ashanti. I apologize for disturbing you.”
“It’s not a
bother. He would sit all night with his ear pressed to my belly if not for
these little interruptions.” She moved to a chest and took out another gown.
“Be sure Raphael is more careful with this one.”