Jack (Secret Revenge #1)

by Robin Edwards

  After a while, he lay her on the bed and pulled her gown up. Bending down, he began to slowly lick her pussy. Eileen moaned as his tongue flicked over her clit. He licked her bud with quick strokes and her legs began to quiver from the intensity of her rapture. He ran his tongue over her labia before probing her pussy.

  “Oh God, that feels so good,” Eileen panted in ecstasy.

  Drake smiled and licked her pussy some more, savoring the taste of her love juices. But Eileen was fully turned on now, and desperate to get her hands on his impressive cock. Pulling him down, she reached over and stated stroking his shaft, luxuriating in the feel of its hardness and thickness. Soon it was fully erect, throbbing lightly under her touch.

  Tentatively, she bent down and licked the bulbous dome. Drake groaned as she let her tongue wander over it, covering the purple head with a light coat of her spit. Gingerly, she took it in her mouth. It was only when it had gone a few inches in that she realized that she had bitten off more than she could chew. Gamely, she swallowed almost half of it before choking and pulling out. While she recovered, she masturbated him before swallowing the shaft once more. The village lads had been very impressed with her oral skills and Eileen put it into good use, swallowing Drake’s gigantic dick bit by bit. Her eyes started tearing and the penis slid to back of her throat but she persisted till she had hit the base. She sucked deeply, relishing the fullness of his turgid organ.

  Drake gave a deep groan, his eyes alive with the flame of his desire. “Come here,” he ordered and for once Eileen had no problem agreeing. She lay on the bed and Drake removed the rest of his clothing. His powerful muscles rippled beneath the tan skin as he climbed on top of her. Carefully, he positioned the head of his penis on her pussy lips. Eileen moaned as he slowly entered her. His cock was enormous, but her moist vaginal walls parted as he pushed into her, slowly but firmly. At first she felt some discomfort but then the intensity of her pleasure seemed to set her own body alight.

  “That feels so good,” she found herself moaning.

  Drake pushed into her till he had buried his entire penis in her sweet cunt. Her pussy gripped his hard shaft as her body quivered with pleasure. Slowly he began to thrust into her, each stroke feeling her with ecstasy. Conscious that her father might hear her, Eileen desperately bit into Drake’s shoulder to keep herself from crying out.

  If Drake felt her teeth on his muscular shoulders, he didn’t seem to notice as he quickened his stroke. Soon he was pounding her vigorously, with both crying out in ecstasy. “You’re a great fuck, Eileen,” he cried.

  Eileen grabbed his hard buttocks and pushed him into her harder, desperate to feel every inch of his rod. She was almost insensible with the pleasure she was feeling. The sounds of his cock thudding into her wet cunt filled the room.

  “Oh God,” Eileen wailed. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

  She bucked and thrust against him as her entire body shook with the force of her climax. Her orgasm caused the muscles of her pussy to contract powerfully on Drake’s throbbing cock. He was unable to control himself and came, shooting his seed deep into her pulsating pussy.

  They collapsed in a heap, exhausted by their passionate lovemaking. Eileen sighed contentedly, then remembered her father. “Oh God, I hope Dad didn’t hear any of that.”

  “Relax,” smiled Drake. “I can hear him snoring.”

  “You can?” Eileen listened carefully and was able to make out a vague snore coming from the end of the corridor. “All the same, next time you’ll have to be a lot quieter.”

  “Well, it’s hardly my fault that you make a lot of noise when you come,” remarked Drake.

  “I – I most certainly don’t make a lot of noise when I come,” said Eileen hotly.

  “And what makes you think there’s going to be a next time?” he queried with an innocent expression.

  “Why, you –” Eileen was exasperated. “Get out of my room this instant!”

  Drake grinned and walked off, collecting his clothes on the way. Eileen paused to admire his muscular buttocks as he left before settling back into bed. That man had to be the most irritating person she had met. And also the sexiest, she had to admit.

  And of course, there was much more lovemaking. Almost every night, he would sneak into her room and they would have passionate sex, occasionally gently and slowly, but often hard and vigorously – which was just the way Eileen liked it. Drake soon learned how to please her, to stimulate the places on her body that were most sensitive. He was able to bring her effortlessly to orgasm many times and seemingly without effort. It didn’t hurt that his cock flied her vagina to the limit and pushed against her g spot in just the right way.

  Given the way they went on, it was a wonder that Sam never even suspected what was happening, but he was a rather absent minded man who didn’t notice most things. And things got really heated up when Sam left on his business trips. Their lovemaking really became uninhibited then, and Eileen worried that the neighbors might hear them even though they were far away.

  She had feared that Drake’s wanderlust would take him away again, but he seemed content to remain with them and proved invaluable, helping around the farm, running the tavern and ejecting unruly customers.

  Sam and she had had a tough couple of years when Eileen’s mother had died, but now things were finally looking up, she reflected one evening as she stepped out to check on the hens. She had locked them safely in their coop when a man stepped out of the shadows and leered at her. “Hello, my pretty,” he said with a malicious grin. “Remember me?”

  Eileen’s heart leapt. It was Angus. Many months had passed since she had seen him, but she hadn’t forgotten his twisted smile and hate-filled dark eyes. She opened her mouth to scream, but a large hand clapped over it. “Miss me, gorgeous?” whispered Caleb from behind.

  “Of course she’s missed us,” said Charlie, joining the others. “We were about to show her a good time before that fucker in a hood interrupted us.”

  “We hear he moved in with you and Daddy,” hissed Angus. “Having a good time with you, isn’t he? Can’t blame him really. You may not be good for much, but you have a fine young body.”

  “Keep your filthy hands off me,” cried Eileen.

  “Oh, we haven’t come here for you.” Charlie eyed her maliciously. “That’s just going to be dessert. We are going to deal with your man. We are going to pay him back for the pain and humiliation he caused us.”

  “One man beating three of us.” Caleb looked down. “We haven’t been able to find any work since word got out about that.”

  “He beat you once and he’ll beat him again,” spat Eileen.

  Angus’ face darkened. “Ooh, I wouldn’t be so sure about that. We have come prepared to deal with him and his fancy fighting tricks.”

  “Call to him,” said Caleb removing his hand from her mouth.

  “I will not!” said Eileen resolutely.

  Angus reached out, grabbed her breast and twisted it. “Call to him now!”

  She gritted her teeth and said, “Fuck off!”

  Angus took a step toward her. “I said, call – ”

  “There is no need for her to call to me.” They whirled around. Drake was standing at the entrance to the yard. Eileen had not seen him so angry. His lips were set in a grim line and what looked like a flame flashed in his eyes. “I am here. Unhand her at once.”

  Angus grinned at him. “She’s your bitch, isn’t she? Once we have finished with you, we are going to give her a good seeing to – just so you know.”

  Drake walked towards them, his face smoldering with rage. “I let you off easy once. I’ll not make the same mistake twice.”

  Caleb threw Eileen to one side and faced him. “We was a bit drunk last time, my friend. Now you’ll find out what happens to people who cross us.”

  He drew out a sword and Eileen gasped in fear. Drake smiled coldly. “You with a sword? You’d have as much use giving a violin to a monkey.”

  Caleb
roared with rage and rushed at Drake. For a large man, he moved with surprising speed and the blade flashed through the air as he struck. But Drake dodged the blow with ease and skipped to a side. Caleb lashed out at him again and he ducked under it. A taunting grin was on his face and Caleb lunged at him again in desperate anger. Drake dodged it once again and seized his hand.

  “Such a slow hand doesn’t deserve to be in one piece.” He bent it viciously, breaking the wrist and almost tearing his hand off in the process. Caleb howled and collapsed to the ground. Drake turned to Angus. “Is that all you’ve got?” he asked.

  Angus smiled. “No actually, we do have something else. Now, Charlie.”

  Charlie had sidled behind Drake. From a container, he threw some liquid onto Drake. “Let’s see you get out of this, you cocksucker,” cried Angus. From his pocked he took out a stick which he swiped against his trouser. A flame shot out and he blew at it, directing a jet of fire at Drake. Eileen screamed as the flames quickly engulfed him.

  “Welcome to our roast!” Angus crackled, rubbing his hands with glee.

  Eileen was too stunned to move and simply stared as the flames enveloped Drake. She was too shocked to fully comprehend what was happening. But before their eyes something extraordinary was occurring. Drake was still upright. Through the flames, they could see him striding forward.

  “Dear God, what is happening?” wailed Charlie.

  “What devilry is this?” cried Angus.

  Drake paused at the drinking trough to splash water on himself. As he turned around, Eileen was shocked to see that there wasn’t a burn on him. “It’ll take more than fire to stop me,” he said grimly. He punched Charlie hard in the midriff and the stunned man doubled over. Picking him up, he slammed the man to the ground. Charlie’s arm broke and as he rolled over, it stuck out at a grotesque angle.

  Drake walked up to Angus. “Do you recall what I said I would do if I saw you again?”

  Angus stared at him speechless. Drake suddenly reached down and grabbed his crotch. Angus screamed shrilly and collapsed. Drake threw something small and bloody to the ground. Eileen rushed to him and collapsed in his arms.

  ****

  To Be Continued…

  Shifted Heart

  A Bad Boy, Dragon Shifter, Paranormal Romance

  By: Ruby Garrett

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  Chapter 1

  Gabriel was a fighter, a warrior and a legend. He was well over six feet tall and he had a muscular frame, long dark hair and cold dead eyes. Gabriel walked purposefully down the castle’s hallways. He had lived in this castle for centuries. He was part immortal but still hadn’t been made king. He entered the throne room and walked up to the king.

  “Your highness. They are here.” He said

  The king looked into Gabriel’s eyes and said, “Very well, Sir Gabriel. I want every able man we have to guard the walls. We will fight and we will win.”

  Gabriel smiled maliciously. The king was a man after his own heart. Gabriel bowed and said, “I won’t let you down, your highness.”

  The king said, “I know Gabriel. You never do.”

  Gabriel left the throne room and ran to the armory. He barged in and yelled, “They are here. At arms everyone! It is time to fight!”

  The mercenaries, bounty-hunters and knights cheered and roared in excitement. Gabriel loved these guys. Each one as vicious as the last. The bloodthirsty army grabbed their weapons and marched out to guard the perimeter of the castle. Gabriel stood atop of the castle’s main gate.

  He looked at the approaching army. There was at least tens of thousands men with swords, axes and longbows. He saw a few catapults being dragged through the mud. He planned to take those out first.

  Simon the Gray walked up behind Gabriel and patted him on the shoulder he said, “Don’t kill them all this time eh Gabriel? Leave a few for the rest of us.”

  Simon the Gray had been named because he caused so much misery and pain, or his hair was a youthful gray, or something. Gabriel didn’t remember or care about such trivial things.

  Gabriel smiled back at his best friend and said, “I’ll try my best Simon. But it’s against the king’s orders. He and I have an agreement, I will kill everyone and everything marching against us as quickly as possible.”

  Simon returned the smile and said, “I’ll give you five hundred pieces of gold if you leave a thousand men.”

  Gabriel thought about this proposition for a while. He looked into Simon’s eyes and said, “Deal.” They shook hands. Simon walked off to find his post.

  Gabriel watched the army march toward his beloved castle. He saw a man in the front aim a longbow into the sky and fire an arrow. It flew through the air and landed in the mud just ten feet away from the castle.

  “Time to fly.” Gabriel said.

  He transformed into a dragon. He flew above the castle and roared. All sounds including the footsteps, conversations, chants and jeers of bloodlust, the wind and the birds all fell silent. All that could be heard was the Gabriel’s roar. He beat his wings and flew toward the opposing army. He breathed fire and incinerated the first catapult. He felt dozens of arrows pepper his stomach and wings but they bounced off of his rock hard scales.

  Gabriel breathed fire again and killed hundreds of men as they screamed from excruciating pain. Death by dragon, not the best way to go. Gabriel flew toward the next catapult. He took aim and breathed as much fire as he could. The catapult melted to pieces and the rock inside of it dropped onto three men, crushing them immediately.

  Gabriel smiled to himself. Two birds with one stone. Gabriel turned around and flew toward the final catapult. The men in charge of manning it pulled their ropes down and fired. Gabriel breathed as much fire as he could and destroyed the catapult in the middle of the firing pin was released. The rock flew forward no more than fifty feet and landed on a dozen men and rolled through the mud killing several more.

  Gabriel looked down at the enemy army. He saw terrified expressions, dead bodies and a few men lying on the ground screaming in pain. Gabriel inhaled and exhaled fire. The flames engulfed his enemies and within a few minutes Gabriel had killed all but five hundred of them. The final five hundred men fired a few arrows at Gabriel and he noticed a few middle fingers held up at him. He laughed as he flew away into the sunlight.

  Chapter 2

  It was a beautiful day. Gabriel beat his wings furiously and flew over mountains, forests and rivers. He passed a few towns and smaller castles. He arrived at his preferred location. It was called the Dump. He landed on the ground and transformed back into a human. He walked into his favorite bar on earth.

  “Hey! Gabriel my good boy! What can I get for you?” The bartender asked.

  “I’m pretty thirsty Tom. Get me a beer, a pint of mead, a pint of red wine, oh… a wheel of cheese, three loaves of bread and some meat.” Gabriel said off the top of his head. Being a dragon always seemed to make him famished.

  “Yes, Sir Gabriel. Right away!”

  The bartender smiled and hurried to collect all of Gabriel’s favorite food and drinks. He loved Gabriel both for the entertaining tales of blood and sex and for the hefty tip Gabriel always gave him.

  All of Gabriel’s drinks and food were assembled in front of him. Gabriel drained the pint of mead and began wolfing down the cheese, bread and meat. He turned around and scanned the bar. He saw three beautiful maids in the corner booth smiling decadently at him. He saw a few young men playing a lute, a drum and a flute. Gabriel turned toward the bartender and said, “Any news, Tom?”

  Tom shook his head. “S
orry Gabriel. Things are pretty slow around here. Do you have any news?” He asked with an expectant look on his old face.

  Gabriel nodded as he stuffed his mouth with cheese. “The castle was attacked today. Over ten thousand enemies.”

  “Ten thousand enemies?!” Tom repeated.

  “Yeah. They are sending more and more ever day. Luckily, we have a dragon on our side.” Gabriel said with a smile.

  Tom laughed. “You’re one cocky man, Gabriel. You should watch yourself. Even dragons aren’t immortal.”

  “I know. It’s just hard to imagine my own death. I’ve been through so many battles and wars and I’ve never gotten so much as a wound.” Gabriel said.

  “Don’t you worry about that. If you keep fighting you’ll get your wound soon enough.” Tom said.

  Gabriel didn’t doubt that. The only thing he doubted was if he would ever get a wound fighting a measly ten thousand men with nothing more dangerous than a few catapults. Gabriel imagined what would happen if he was flying right in front of a catapult at the exact moment it fired. As unlikely as it was, Gabriel decided even that would cause him little damage.

  He remembered when he had fallen asleep while flying across the Valley of Skulls. He had fallen over ten thousand feet and woken up to the sound of his body smashing into the rocks and debris that lay at the bottom. He looked around at the skulls of various creatures and men around him and then he looked up at the night sky. He sneered and sparks came out. He laughed at his lack of mortality. At this moment he decided surely nothing could kill him.