First Sight [Diablo Falls]

by Stephanie West

  You’re a goddamn traitor, she cursed her vagina.

  Tyr's free hand pushed beneath her shorts. She squirmed as he shoved two thick fingers deep into her pussy.

  “Well look who’s wet,” he gloated against her breast.

  Her snarky reply was replaced by a gasp as he thumbed her clit while thrusting his fingers into her. His mouth and fingers worked her over until she was shivering with impending orgasm.

  * * *

  Tyr

  He wanted to shut Gwen up and teach her a lesson, but the moment she kissed him back he was lost. She nipped and sucked at his mouth with a passion he hadn't expected. The swell of her heaving breasts taunted him. He should’ve stopped this nonsense, but instead, impatiently shred the annoying t-shirt hiding them from view. Her ripe little nipples puckered, begging to be sucked, so he did.

  Despite Gwen’s protest he found her unbelievably slick with desire. Her clit was so swollen it stood out from her slick folds and pulsed like it had a heartbeat. He grunted in pleasure when her pussy started to quiver, gripping his thrusting fingers. This was something she couldn’t feign. And her moans were the most pleasant sound he'd ever heard her utter. He wanted to hear more of the wordless praise. He wanted her to scream his name in earnest.

  Her arousal made him burn hotter. Ravenously he sucked her nipple, his fingers driving deeper, becoming more insistent. She moaned loader as he fucked her with his fingers, occasionally pinching her eager clit. Who would've thought the vixen would be so receptive? Tyr pushed into her harder than he generally would a mortal, but she didn't shy away. Her grasping pussy just tightened further like it refused to let him go. He wouldn’t let her go. He couldn’t.

  * * *

  Gwen

  Tyr pulled back just as she was about to come.

  No! She frowned, certain he intended to punish her by leaving her hanging.

  She didn’t dare protest, she didn’t want this in the first place—right? Right?

  Before she could say anything, Tyr shredded her shorts with a flick of his wrist. Then with inhuman speed he wrapped both arms around her thighs, splayed them wide and buried his face in her pussy. His sinful tongue adeptly rolled her clit, adding just the right amount of pressure. The instant pleasure was like a punch to the gut. Her thighs tightened around his head as she bucked her hips.

  Her hands flew to his head and tangled in his long blond hair while the man’s mouth moved unbelievably fast. The things he was doing were impossible. How could he suck her clit and thrust his tongue into her pussy at the same time? With mounting passion, she watched in amazement. Tyr was a blur as his mouth traveled over her heated flesh.

  “Fucking hell!” she gasped when he dared to lave the pucker of her ass.

  The prurient act propelled her quivering pussy into all out spasm. Her back arched as pleasure shot through her. The orgasm rolled over her like a tidal wave. Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling.

  So much for faking it. Tyr was wringing every ounce of pleasure from her and more. The rotten bastard wasn’t lying about his skills. And what wicked skills they were.

  It had been so long since she’d found pleasure like this. Moving from town to town didn’t help her love life. Like a glutton for punishment, she wanted more.

  “Don’t. Stop,” she panted.

  Tyr froze and glanced up from between her thighs.

  “I said don’t stop!” she insisted, shoving her hips toward his face.

  “So demanding.” Tyr gave her a glazed sardonic smile, his fangs peeking out.

  She didn’t want his commentary. She wanted his tongue to work that crazy magic before the bubble burst and she regretted whatever this was.

  “Shut up and eat my pussy.”

  Lightening quick he flipped them and she was straddling his head. Gwen gripped his hair, making Tyr hiss as she ground her pussy onto his mouth.

  * * *

  Tyr

  Gods!

  Gwen was a glorious sight perched atop him like a reigning goddess. That’s what she was. And only a goddess could be so bold when faced with a beast like him.

  “Yes!” She threw back her head as he resumed feasting on her, rocking her hips back and forth.

  His tongue worked faster. Her tight little channel clenched it. The nectar poured from her, begging to be consumed. She smelled delicious and was so damn sweet. Her musky perfume and the slick rapid sounds of his thrusting tongue and fingers filled the room.

  Tyr reveled in the sting of her tugging his hair. Her grip tightened each time a spasm seized her pussy. The bite of pain was like praise and he stepped up his game, begging for more. Her breathy gasps and moans had him spiraling further into the haze of lust that had overwhelmed his good sense. He hadn't planned to go this far, but his cock was so hard it hurt. The feral part of him wouldn't be denied. He had to possess her completely.

  * * *

  Gwen

  Never in her wildest dreams did she expect to be subjected to this kind of mind-bending ecstasy. One orgasm morphed into the next.

  The room spun as Tyr flipped them again. His large hands gripped her knees, shoving her legs to her chest, so her ass was tilted up in the air. He looked wild as he knelt in front of her, his proud, long cock jutting from his pelvis. It was so engorged, the pronounced crown stood out in stark contrast to the steely pulsing shaft.

  “Tell me to fuck off with that smart mouth of yours,” he insisted, his voice so guttural she hardly recognized it.

  He looked so fierce, his face transformed by savage lust. His eyes were solid black, his lips parted exposing his sharp gleaming fangs. He was a predator poised to attack.

  His frightening visage and husked words cut through her desire. She should say no, but was frozen by the sight of him and the realization of what was truly happening. There was no turning back from this.

  Tyr’s thick crown slid between the slick lips of her pussy. Her glistening folds parted in his wake, revealing her clit. The ridge beneath his cock stroked her swollen bud. She jerked from each stimulus. He’d brought her so much pleasure, but she didn’t know if she could withstand what came next. Not only was Tyr inhuman, he was frighteningly endowed.

  Shit! What should I do? But she already knew what she was going to do. It was foolish and undoubtedly a mistake but she couldn’t resist the pull.

  Gwen nodded then bit her lip hard as a frisson of nervous anticipation coursed up her spine.

  “Don’t. As much as I want to taste your blood, don’t.” Tyr pressed his thumb to her mouth, forcing her to release her lip. “Bite me instead.”

  As he thrust into her, burying himself to the hilt, she bit down on his thumb. Gwen groaned from the invasion. Tyr forced her to accept his impossible girth all at once. She was certain she was going to split in two.

  Oh God. She felt every engorged inch of the demigod. It was exquisite torture.

  “Look at me,” he snarled, and her gaze flew to his intense black eyes.

  He was danger incarnate and the passion burning in his eyes would forever brand her.

  Tyr pulled back, grazing her stretched nerve-laden walls. She panted through her nose at the unbelievable sensation. Her face contorted as her pussy spasmed around the steely invader. She shook her head in denial. She wasn’t going to survive what he’d do to her, not just her body, but the way he invaded her soul.

  “Yes, you can take me,” he rasped.

  The thick head of his cock shoved against her G-spot, then slammed into the farthest recesses of her pussy, striking a bundle of nerves she didn’t know existed. Gwen cried out in anguished pleasure as her pussy spasmed and her whole body cramped.

  There was no reprieve as Tyr started hammering into her with powerful strokes. He gripped her hip while he pounded out his lust. She was at his mercy, but he wasn’t what she feared as her darkest desires surfaced. She wanted Tyr to do unspeakable things to her. To take her to the brink like no man ever had, then fall screaming into the abyss with her. Gwen squeezed her inner muscl
es and Tyr snarled an unhinged sound. She bucked, goading the beast on. He thrust harder and faster, and she loved it. She bit harder on his thumb and quaked from the cataclysm riding her like a shockwave.

  * * *

  Tyr

  Gwen's sweet pussy clamped down on him and Tyr was glad he jacked off in the bathroom or he would've succumbed to the insane pleasure. She bit his thumb, breaking the skin, his blood staining her lips. As much as he enjoyed the pain, he wanted to hear her scream out her pleasure. He'd accept nothing less.

  “Come, now,” he demanded as he tugged his thumb from between her lips, and thrust his hips.

  Gwen’s back bowed, her fingers and toes curling. She threw back her head and keened. That she actually orgasmed on command stunned him, given their track record.

  Tyr growled, a possessive surge overwhelming him. He flipped Gwen over so that she sprawled on her stomach. He tugged her hips up and thrust back in, watching as his cock forced past her spasming muscles. He fucked her hard and fast, reaching around to pinch and flick her swollen clit.

  “Fuck yes, Tyr. Oh God!” Gwen clutched the sheets with grasping hands.

  Shit! She was so fucking hot as she shoved back into him, begging for more even as she was coming apart. Her cries spurred him on as he punished her little wet pussy, his hips slapping into her ass.

  He stared at her sweet creamy ass as it bounced. Her puckered rosette taunted him. He couldn’t resist. Tyr pressed one finger into her tight little hole.

  “Tyr!” Gwen bucked and cried out at the invasion, spasming even harder around his cock.

  The vixen enjoyed the carnal act.

  “More?”

  “Yes,” she mewled.

  “Fuck,” he snarled, not expecting her to respond so readily. She was far from shy.

  He worked another slick finger past the clenching muscles of her ass and finger-fucked the tight hole as he hammered her with his cock. Her cries turned to screams of pleasure as he worked her sweet pussy and ass. Her head thrashed as she fisted him ever tighter. Gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe her.

  Suddenly Gwen stiffened up, every muscle in her body going rigid. The scream that burst from her lips broke. Her spasming heat seized him impossibly tight as her silky walls writhed around his cock.

  “Mine!” he roared, shaking the room, as he lunged forward and bit down on the side of her neck.

  His cock jerked as he burst, his balls cramping, ass straining, as he emptied every bit of seed into her convulsing channel.

  * * *

  Gwen

  Tyr was so fucking intense. When he flipped her over and nailed her to the mattress, she came harder than she ever had in her life. He was like a sex machine the way he hammered into her without pause.

  He roared his claim, then his teeth sank into her neck and she exploded again. Every muscle in her body shook with the erotic pain and euphoric ecstasy. It was pure unadulterated nirvana. She shattered into a million pieces, yet at the same time a part of her that had been missing fell into place. As much as she resisted and fought, she knew what he declared was true. This was where she was meant to be, totally enthralled by a frustrating man who was just as unique as she was. And somehow she’d known it at first sight.

  Epilogue

  Gwen

  The moment the image intruded her erotic haze, Gwen knew they were again sharing a vision. She took a deep breath and focused. Horror swamped her as she watched a vampire drain a girl. There wasn’t enough light to see who it was, their face ensconced in shadows. Above the stench in the bleak room, a spicy scent emanated from the vile individual. It reminded her a bit of an Indian restaurant. The girl gurgled as she passed. No more pain and suffering, Gwen frowned at the poor woman who was dropped like a piece of trash.

  She breathed a sigh of relief when the scene changed. Except now she was lying in the hospital in agonizing pain. Tyr gripped her hand, his face contorted with fear, bloody tears welled up in his eyes. It was a strange sight to see the incredibly strong man brought to his knees. Her heart broke as she stared at him.

  She felt Tyr’s fangs disengage from her neck as he pulled away. She couldn’t blame him, he wasn’t used to experiencing these visions, and the layers of emotion that bombarded you were intense. But she stayed with the vision.

  Why am I in the hospital? Was she sick? Was she tragically injured? She needed to know what was going on before she could figure out a way to avert it. Changing the future was damn near impossible, but she had to try, and not just for herself, but to help that poor girl she’d just seen. Why else had she been gifted with these visions? Foreseeing tragedy was just torture otherwise, and she refused to believe that was the intent.

  Gwen concentrated on what she was experiencing. She hurt but had the overriding sense she'd be fine—better than fine. Her gaze drifted toward the foot of the hospital bed. Gwen was instantly floored by the sight of her belly.

  It was probably a good thing Tyr didn’t see this. He’d shit himself. Gwen smiled a knowing smile as she drifted into blissful slumber.

  Follow Gwen and Tyr as their relationship unfolds and her gift of sight reveals more of the mystery surrounding them both.

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  Thank you, and I hope you enjoyed First Sight; A Diablo Falls Paranormal Short Story.

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