The Nightwind's Woman (11 page)

“What the hell are you doing?” Kerreyder
hissed. “Put me down!”

The arms clamped around him were as strong
as iron bands and though he wiggled to get free, the servant acted as though he
were completely unaware of Kerreyder’s struggles.

“The gods-be-damned, put me the hell down!”
he shouted, but the servant merely turned from the bed and headed to a door
through which the other had disappeared.

What followed was a humiliating lesson in
not being able to prevent his body from being violated in a way that was both
frustrating and infuriating. He was taken into what he discovered was a bathing
chamber with a very large, deep tub sunken into the marble floor. The man
undressed him despite Kerreyder slapping at his hands, cursing and hissing at
him, and trying to wriggle free. His erection hadn’t gone down but to give the
man credit, he didn’t so much as blink an eye when it popped out of Kerreyder’s
pants as they were tugged down.

“Son of a whoring Diabolusian bitch!” he
snarled at the man who then picked him up and carried him—carried him!—down
four steps and into the deep tub without a thought to being fully dressed
himself. Sputtering with outrage, Kerreyder was gently lowered into the warm
water. The man smiled at him then straightened, exiting the tub without a
backward glance.

The men left him gaping after them with his
mouth sagging and his eyes bulging. By the time he found the wherewithal to snap
his mouth shut, his jaw was aching from hanging open for so long. His teeth
clicked together, he growled fiercely and his gaze narrowed into pinpoints of
indignation. He would have a thing or two to say to his aunt when he joined
her!

* * * * *

Those things went completely out of his
angry mind the moment he found the solarium—after getting directions from a
wandering servant who barely acknowledged his query—an hour later.

Stomping barefoot down the hall—for they
had taken his boots—he shoved open the glass door with as much authority he could
dredge up from his offended soul and strode in with the intent of letting his
mother’s sister-in-arms know just how vexed he was.

He never got the chance.

The room was so bright, so warm it felt as
though he’d stepped into a sauna. The white shirt and black jeans he’d found
laid out on his bed when he’d left the bathing chamber felt as though he had
donned triple layers of thick wool. Perspiration sprang up on his forehead,
under his arms, between his shoulder blades and over his chest from one breath
to the next the room was so unbearably hot.

Which might have explained the fact Naamah
was reclining on her side on a brightly colored chaise lounge without so much
as a single piece of jewelry to cover her nudity. Her long burnished-red hair
was hanging loose over one shoulder and partially obscuring one large breast.
She was bracing her head on her fist as she smiled coyly at him.

“Hello, lover,” she greeted him.

Kerreyder’s eyes widened and his cock shot
up again to tent the fly of his jeans. He had just enough presence of mind to
slam his hands over the treacherous little beast to hide his tumescence from
his aunt.

“We are no kin, Kerrey,” she said in a
sultry, throaty voice. “It will not be incest when I do it.”

“When you do what?” he managed to croak
although his cock was throbbing so hard, so painfully it was a wonder he could
find his voice.

“Fuck you senseless,” she said. She lifted
an elegant, slender white arm and crooked her index finger at him. “Come here,
pretty boy.”

Kerreyder didn’t move. He couldn’t take his
eyes from her naked body but he couldn’t have moved a muscle—except for the one
that kept pulsing in his pants—if his life depended upon his ability to do so.

When he didn’t respond to her command, she
turned to her back, drew her knees up, opened her legs then reached down to
spread her labia apart, revealing her glistening sex to his view.

He sucked in a shocked breath, swallowed
hard—his blood pounding furiously in his head and his cock. His mouth went dry
as she began to stroke herself. All the while she held his stunned gaze with
hers.

“Can you smell my need?” she asked, idly
running her fingers along her folds.

Aye, he could, he thought. The scent of her
cunt was permeating the air.

“It is such an intoxicating perfume, don’t
you agree?”

He opened his mouth to berate her for her
actions but no sound came out. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. He couldn’t
control the blood rushing to every part of him. He couldn’t take his eyes from
her.

She slipped a finger inside, withdrew it,
slipped it in again then smiled wickedly as she removed it and held the wet
digit up for him to see.

“Sweet as cream,” she said. Her eyes dipped
to his crotch then lifted slowly upward again. Her smile turned predatory. “And
just as good for a growing boy.”

He heard the groan that he couldn’t stop
come out of his mouth and when she lifted her finger to her nose, sniffed, then
parted her lips to place her finger into her mouth, he thought his knees would
buckle. The sound that came out of him then was something he’d never heard any
humanoid make.

“Umm,” she said, licking the juice from her
finger. “Don’t you want a taste, Kerrey?”

Panic shifted over him for she was sitting
up, swinging those long, elegant legs from the chaise.

He put up a staying hand as she got to her
feet. “You shouldn’t do that,” he chastised her.

“What?” she asked as she took a step toward
him.

Alarm spiked through his body and he moved
back.

“You want it, Kerrey,” she said in that
low, seductive voice he was beginning to fear. “You know you do.”

He shook his head. “No,” he said. “You’re
my mother’s—”

“Sister?” she finished for him then
shrugged. “In name only. Not in blood. And you, dear child, I intend to make
mine this night.”

From some inner strength he didn’t know he
possessed he turned to flee her advance, but the moment he did, he heard her
hiss, and in that moment, something fierce and restricting wrapped around him
to hold him in place. He felt his body being turned by unseen hands until
facing her. He groaned for she was only a few feet away. Of their own accord,
his eyes dipped to the brief patch of glistening red hair at the apex of her
thighs.

“You aren’t going anywhere, pretty one,”
she said as she reached him. She stopped bare toe to bare toe with him and the
contact sent an electrical shock directly to his hard-as-steel shaft.

The glass door behind him closed though no
one had touched it, trapping him inside the room with her.

“No,” he said.

She arched a titian brow.

He shook his head more forcefully. “No.”

Her lips pursed then parted. She put out
her tongue and curled it over her bottom lip and he would have sworn on his
mother’s life that tongue had swept over his straining cock. He could almost feel
the wetness of it as she pulled it back inside her mouth.

“Let’s get something clear here, Kerreyder,”
she said. “Your mother sent you here to me to blood.”

That didn’t sound good and it didn’t sound
like his mother. He started to shake his head again, to say no again but found
he could do neither. The restraint that was wrapped around his body now
extended to both his head and his vocal chords.

“It is time for you to realize your powers
and you cannot do that until you thrust your shaft into a woman’s body and you
release your seed.” She moved so the peaks of her lush breasts were pressed
against his shirt. “It is into my body that will happen.”

She turned her hand and placed her palm
over his erection and molded her fingers around him through the denim. He could
feel the heat of her flesh through the material and when she squeezed him, he
drew in a long, shuddering breath.

“I’ve blooded many a young man,” she said. “Millions
of them over the eons. I am very good at what I do and when I am finished with
you, you will know you have been taken by the best.”

She was a tall woman—as tall as he—so when
she leaned in even more, she had no trouble putting her lips to his ear. Her
whisper wove its way through his ear canal directly to his brain then sank like
a rock to his groin.

“I am going to do things to you that you
have never dreamed of, pretty boy. When I am finished with you, your cock will
be raw but you will be well sated. No other being will ever satisfy you as I
will.”

She caressed him, stroked his cock hard
through the jeans then lifted her leg to hook around him. The scent of her sex
filled his nostrils and spiked in his blood.

“Now, let’s take this somewhere more
comfortable.”

Her free arm slid around his waist and she
clamped him to her with such force it shocked him. She was far stronger than he
could have imagined and the power that sizzled from her body to his made him
lightheaded.

One moment they were in the solarium and
the next they were in what he knew must be her boudoir. The room was a bold
combination of blood-red drapes and coverlet, shiny black lacquered furniture
that looked as though it had been brought in from Chrystallus, and a scarlet
and black swirl carpet underfoot. The room smelled of sandalwood.

The bed was massive—larger, much wider than
a king—and the headboard was an intricately carved masterpiece of a dragon
crouched beneath the branches of a spreading cypress trees. He had only a
moment to take in the breathtaking beauty of the carving before her voice drew
him back to her.

“Lie down.”

He couldn’t disobey. No matter how hard he
tried. His feet moved though his mind was screaming at them not to. He walked
to the bed and climbed atop it, stretching out like a sacrificial victim with
his arms at his sides and his legs slightly spread. That was no doubt how she
wanted him for he was struggling to close in on himself with arms and legs
tight to his body.

“Move over.”

He did, tears forming in his eyes because
he was unable to resist and he hated that he couldn’t.

“Relax. I’m not going to rape you, Kerrey,”
she said with a touch of exasperation in her tone. “Trust me. I don’t need to.
You’ll want what I am going to do.”

Trust was the last thing he felt. He
already felt violated and all she’d done was put her hand on the outside of his
jeans. The thought of her wrapping her fingers around his cock set him to
trembling with impotent anger. His maleness was being debased and that caused
such fury inside him it felt as though his blood were boiling. He was surprised
smoke wasn’t coming out of his nostrils. The moment she got on the bed and straddled
his hips, he thought he might well self-combust.

She settled her shapely ass directly over
his groin then leaned down to snag her hands in his shirt. With a calculating
grin on her lovely face and a gleam of sheer wickedness in her green eyes, she
ripped open his shirt. The buttons popped, the material tore as she savagely
rent the shirt from his chest. The force of her act lifted him from the
mattress as the material gave way. Human strength couldn’t accomplish that
feat. He had felt the magic as it snaked out through the fabric, all but
disintegrating the cotton.

He stared helplessly up at her as the warm
air wafted over his exposed flesh. There was great power within her. It sizzled
in the room like summer lightning.

“My, my, my,” she said with a low growl.
Her attention was riveted on his chest. “I like.” Her gaze flicked to his. “I
like
very
much!”

She put her palms on his pecs and rubbed
them over the hair growing there. She ran them down his sides and trailed her
fingernails across his belly.

“Nice. Very nice.”

Her hands were all over his chest and
sides—rubbing, stroking, nails dragging over his stomach even as it quivered
beneath her touch. All the while she held his gaze captive and he found himself
unable to look away. She scooted back until she was sitting almost over his
knees and his cock surged. When her fingers went to the button on the waistband
of his jeans, his entire body stiffened of its own accord.

“Relax,” she cooed. “I’m not going to hurt
you.” She winked. “Yet.”

Flipping the metal button open, she took
the pull-tab between her thumb and index finger and began slowly to lower the
slider body down through the teeth. She had some help for the thickness of his
cock pressing against the tape of the zipper allowed the teeth to part with
less resistance. Once the zipper was all the way down, he felt his cock spring
free of the fly and tried to close his eyes.

The lids would not obey. He couldn’t even
blink as she stared heatedly into his eyes.

“Now what do we have here?” she asked,
lowering her gaze to his crotch.

He held his breath for he knew she was
about to take hold of him. His cock—traitorous beast that it was—leapt at the
thought and seemed to jump right into her palm. Her fingers closed around it
and he hissed out a breath through his clenched teeth.

Her hand was cool, her fingers strong as
she slid them down the straining length. With each upward circuit he expected
her to touch the very sensitive head where every nerve ending in his body
seemed to have settled. But she did not touch him there. She seemed content to
tug gently as she ran her hand up and down him until he thought he would go
insane if she
didn’t
touch the head.

“Eager little boy, aren’t you?” she asked,
not looking up at him.

She was reading his mind and that was
humiliating. He tried to shut down his feelings but the harder he tried to
control them, the more they seemed to form. He could tell by the secret smile
pulling at her lips that she was intercepting each dirty, licentious thought in
his brain.

Or was putting them there.