Lord Balam’s hand released mine, but I continued to stroke his cock another minute, my own wetness increasing as I felt a drop of liquid on his tip.
“On your back,” he said, his arm tightening around me. He flipped me onto my back, kneeling over me as he pushed my skirt up. A tremor of fear rippled through me. He could surprise me with one deep thrust of his massive cock, taking my virginity and the amulet, too.
But I’d meant to give him my virginity anyway, and Camila could still steal the amulet if that happened. I had to keep calm, to play my part. It would be easier next time.
He slid his hands over my hips, hooking them under the sides of my panties. His breath came fast, matching my own, as he drew them down, his hands sliding under me, kneading my ass as he slid them over it and down my thighs. The cool night air hit my hot, wet skin, and I gasped. I’d never felt more naked, though he couldn’t see me in the dark. I couldn’t see him, either. I didn’t know if he could be trusted, didn’t know what he would do to me. I was open and exposed, completely vulnerable to a man I’d barely met.
Lord Balam slid his hands under me again, cupping my ass cheeks and spreading my lips with his thumbs. I found myself squirming with anticipation of the amulet filling me. He smeared his thumb back and forth through my folds, then teased my opening with the tip of his thumb. I arched up, panting for fulfillment.
“Goddess above,” Lord Balam groaned. “You’re so fucking wet.” He slid his thumb into me, then out, slicking my juices over my swollen clit. I cried out in surprise and pleasure. He bent quickly, his open mouth claiming my sex. I cried out again, grasping his hair and rocking against him. He moaned, forcing his thick tongue into my opening.
“Is this part of it?” I gasped, trying to hold onto my senses as he pushed his tongue deeper, stretching my tightness around it. He moaned again, plunging his tongue in again and again before pulling back to suction his full lips over my clit. After another minute he tore himself away, dropping his forehead onto my belly and gripping my hips, his breath coming in labored rasps. “Holy fucking hell, Itzel, you taste like heaven itself.”
Something cold pressed at my opening, and I gasped at the change from his slippery, hot, writhing tongue to this rigid, cold piece of stone. He eased it in, gliding it through my wetness and deeper, until I felt a pinch of pain. I cried out, and my walls clenched around it. Lord Balam pushed gently, and it slid in completely. Shudders of pleasure ran through me, my walls pulsing around this foreign object inside me deeper than anything had ever been.
Suddenly, I felt a soft pop inside me, and a strange tingling spread through my channel. It increased until it was unbearable, the tingling both hot and cold at the same time. My sex was suddenly something alive, something ravenous and insatiable.
“Get it out,” I cried, not sure if I needed him to thrust it into me until I exploded or smash the amulet into dust and dump it in the ocean.
Lord Balam slipped it out, pressing it into my palm. I leapt off the bed, tripping on Camila’s skirt. My head was spinning, fear rippling through my veins. I was out of my body, out of control. I couldn’t seem to collect my thoughts. I wanted…
Everything.
I needed something to ease the tingling that had spread to my veins, my head, my lips, my fingers.
“Help,” I whispered.
Lord Balam’s strong, warm hand closed around mine, and he pulled me back to the bed. I grabbed his shoulders, digging my fingers into the muscles. God, he was strong. His muscles were dense, his skin burning.
“I’m here,” he said. “Whatever you want.”
I ran my fingers over his face, marveling at the hardness of his bones, the softness of his skin. I pressed him back on the bed, my body taking over. His skin was slightly damp from sweat in the warm evening. I bent and touched my tongue to his skin, sighing at the salty wonder of it. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted all of him in my mouth, wanted all of his skin on my skin. I kneaded my hands into his arms, the muscles and tendons, circling the bone of his elbow and down to his wrists.
“Touch me,” I said, grabbing his hands and putting them on me. He ran them up my sides, cupping my large breasts, running his thumbs across my nipples through the satin of Camila’s dress.
“Your tits are so fucking sexy, Itzel,” Lord Balam murmured.
Itzel.
The thought hit me like ice water. He’d called me Itzel just before he pushed the amulet inside me.
He knew who I was, and he didn’t care.
I couldn’t stand the fabric of my dress any longer. It was too much, too slippery and overwhelming, too tight. I tore at it until Lord Balam sat up and took my hands, stilling them with his. “Easy,” he said, as if he were calming a horse. “It’s the effect of the amulet. It’ll wear off. Just tell me what you want.”
“Get this off me,” I said. He slowly tugged it down, but it caught around my hips, which were much bigger than Camila’s. I wrenched at it, and he laughed softly, slipping off the bed and grabbing the bottom of it, pulling while I hooked my thumbs in the top and wriggled myself free.
Free. I felt so good once it came loose, free and wild. I stood, wrapping my arms around Lord Balam, pressing my naked body to his. He inhaled sharply, his hands landing on my hips as if he’d push me away. I pressed myself closer. Every part of me touched his, my bare toes caressing his calf as I looped my leg behind his; my thighs trembling against his thick, muscular ones; my hips fitting against his, my core clenching at the sensation of his huge, hot length pressed to my bare belly; our abdomens rising and falling in rhythm as we breathed together. My breasts pressed against his incredible muscles, my nipples hard as spikes.
I ran my hands over his sculpted chest, flicking his nipples until he groaned. His fingers kneaded the muscles in my back, and I arched against him, running my hands over his shoulders. The cloak hung over them, though he wore nothing else. I ran my hands over the fur, slippery smooth in one direction, almost painfully rough in the other. Lord Balam moaned again, his hands sliding down my back to my waist, pulling me against him. Everything in me was magnified. I could feel the hardness of his nipples dueling with mine, every hair in the cloak under my fingertips. I could feel the blood pulsing in the vein I’d seen running along his cock, and my own blood pulsing in my clit with every heartbeat.
“Fuck me,” I gasped.
His hands gripped my ass, lifting my feet off the floor. I wrapped my legs around him, grinding my clit against the base of his cock. Lord Balam groaned again, massaging my ass, then sliding his fingers down the crease, tapping gently at the knotted opening. The sensation made my walls clench, aching to be filled. I threw my head back, using my thighs to move up and down against him, letting my wetness coat his shaft.
He spread my ass cheeks, pulling my pussy open with them. The need to be filled was like madness. I pushed at his chest, bucking against him. He stumbled back against the bed, sinking onto the edge. My hands found his cock, wrapping around it as I lifted up, pressing the head of it to my opening. I sank down, resting my weight against the resistance of my unopened flesh.
“I don’t deserve this,” Lord Balam said, his forehead falling against my shoulder.
“But you’re going to do it, anyway,” I said, not sure if it was a command or an observation.
“I can’t help myself,” he groaned, his hands reaching around me, spreading me open again. I pressed harder against his huge head, ignoring the pain as my body strained to accept him. He rolled his hips like an ocean wave swelling under me, and I cried out as he breached my virgin entrance.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he gasped, squeezing my hip to slow me as I sank further onto his shaft, every inch of his thick cock stretching me open until I felt like I’d burst. Equal parts excruciating pain and unbearable ecstasy rolled through me, and I relished both in equal measure. I needed him deeper, needed him to break the last inch of me wide open and fill me with his cum.
At last, I was sure I couldn’t take any more of him,
but when I reached behind me, I could feel another inch of his shaft. Fear tickled my nerve endings, and my walls clenched around him.
Lord Balam groaned a curse, wrapping his thick arm around my waist and lifting his hips in a quick thrust, forcing the last inch into me. I yelped in pain, feeling him bottoming out inside me. He held me crushed against him, his balls tight against my ass, until I began to relax. The maddening need to be fucked drove me relentlessly, and I pushed him back on the bed, raking my nails over his sculpted muscles as I began to rise and fall on his cock, letting it break me open anew with each pass.
In all my life, I’d never felt like this. All my life, Camila had been the delicate, ladylike one. She smiled demurely, lowered her lashes at the right moments, and curtsied with the grace of a ballerina. I ran with boys, arm wrestled with stable hands, had fist fights when my temper got the better of me. Next to Camila, I was too big, too dark, too much. I was all the things a lady should never be.
But now, riding this swarthy man, I felt what it was like to truly embrace womanhood. Next to him, I was no tomboy. I was all woman, woman enough to take in every inch of his thick, dark, veined cock. I had made this smirking, filthy man lose control, made him want me until he couldn’t get enough. Somehow, having a man inside me for the first time had awakened the power of a woman inside me.
His hands found my breasts, supporting their weight and plucking at my nipples until I moaned and moved faster, bouncing on his cock as I rode him until sweat slicked both our bodies. Something soft tickled the back of my thigh, twisting and moving over my hips and my ass, tickling at my clenched opening. I reached back, gripping something round and furry, like a limb.
“What is this?”
“It’s my tail,” Lord Balam said smugly.
“Oh,” I gasped, letting it go. It danced up my back, sending a delicious shiver through my body.
“Does that bother you?” Lord Balam asked, gripping my thighs and spreading them wider, rocking his pelvic bone against me until I thought I’d explode from pleasure.
“No,” I said, using my thighs to lift me almost to the head of his cock again, then sinking down until he’d filled me to the brim. I couldn’t stop touching his body, his rigid abs as he rolled his hips under me, his broad, smooth chest. Each of his pectorals formed a defined slab of muscle, and I reveled in the way his nipples pebbled under my touch. I pinched at them, scratched them with my nails until he growled in pain, grabbing my hips and thrusting harder into me.
I pinched them again, squeezing as hard as I could. Lord Balam sat up, clamping an arm around my waist. He drove into me harder, taking control of the rhythm, moving faster and faster, filling me until I thought I’d burst.
“Now,” I gasped.
He rammed his cock into me balls deep, gripping me tight against him. A dart of pain shimmered through me as he expanded, shooting spurts of hot cum inside me. My own body responded, and my sheath clenched around him as our orgasm rocked through me. Waves of ecstasy crashed over me, gripping my body until I cried out my release again and again.
Ten
At last, Lord Balam collapsed back onto the bed, pulling me with him. He stretched out along the mattress, drawing my body up with his.
“That was epic,” Balam said, laughing a little. Sweat slicked our bodies, and I pressed my heart to his, not wanting to part from him too soon. He was still inside me, little pulses still going through our bodies as my pussy milked every last drop of cum from his swollen cock.
“As first times go, I’m going to assume that was pretty good,” I said.
“I’ve never tasted anything like your cunt,” he said. “Hell, I’ve never fucked anything like it, either.” He laughed and buried his face in my sweaty neck, inhaling deeply. His cock throbbed, squeezing more cum into my cervix.
For a few minutes, we lay catching our breath. At last, I drew myself away, wincing at the tenderness between my thighs and the ache deep within me where he’d hammered his cock into me.
“Don’t go,” Balam said, his voice sleepy. He hooked an arm around me, tucking it under me and drawing my body back to his. His tail danced along the outside of my thigh, and a shiver raced over me as a breeze cooled the sweat on my skin. Balam pulled the sheet over me, his muscular legs tangling with me. As his breath grew deeper and mine returned to normal, my brain began to clear.
“I could fuck you forever,” Lord Balam murmured, pressing his lips to my shoulder and letting out a deep, contented sigh.
He might be happy with how things had turned out, but I was reeling. What the fuck had just happened? It was like I’d been possessed by a crazed sex demon who had taken over my body until I came. Now that I was coming down from the high, my mind was in a panic. I had meant to come in here and have emotionless, robotic sex. Not…this. Whatever this was.
I felt across the bed, my heart tearing through my chest. The amulet. Fuck. I’d dropped it like it was nothing, too frantic to get a cock inside me to care about it. My fingers closed around the cold stone, and I breathed a sigh of relief. At least Balam had also been too busy fucking me to care about it.
I cradled the stone in my hand, careful not to snap it closed. I wasn’t sure if Camila needed what was inside, and I couldn’t risk her having to go through this to get it.
Lord Balam’s tail moved lazily against my arm, and I drew away, sucking in a breath. But when I looked at his face, he appeared to be sleeping. The moon had moved, shining into his window and falling across his handsome, tattooed face. I slid from under the sheets, picking up my dress and clasping it to my chest. I stepped into it, holding the top up as I hobbled to the door. When I peeked out into the hall, it was empty. I raced on tiptoes down the hall and around the corner, where Gabor stood outside my door.
“Your Grace,” he said, his voice as bland as if I’d been wearing my usual shorts and tank top. Which I had to give him credit for, since he must have heard our sex noises. Of course, he guarded my father’s rooms sometimes, so he’d probably heard way more sex noises than I cared to know about.
“Where’s Camila?” I asked.
He cut his eyes toward the door to my chambers.
“Thank you for keeping watch over her,” I said. I hesitated with my hand on the knob, then looked up at him. “Did she… Did she come in while I was in there?”
“Briefly.”
“Thank you,” I said, slipping into my room before he could see the scarlet sweeping over my cheeks. I cringed at the idea of Camila seeing me ripping off my clothes and mounting Lord Balam with such frenzied determination. I could only hope she’d come in… Well, there was never a really good time. I’d been out of my mind.
Camila sat up when I entered the room, switching on the lamp and blinking at me with sleep-blurred eyes. “Did you get it?”
I held out my palm. The smooth stone was carved into the shape of a jaguar diving forward with its front paws together to form the point he’d pushed into me. “I got it,” I said.
But at what cost? I wondered. I had expected to feel triumphant, but the only thing I felt was a bone deep exhaustion sucking me down like a vortex. I stumbled to the bed and sank onto the edge.
“What’s wrong?” Camila asked, rubbing my shoulder.
“I think… I think he drugged me with it. It’s like I turned into a sex-crazed maniac before we even had sex. I couldn’t stop myself until I’d gotten off.”
“Yeah,” she said with a regretful look. “They have powers related to mating.”
I felt like I’d been slapped. I pulled away from her, staring at the sister I had stood by and cared for all my life. Everyone saw us differently, saw her as the shifter queen and me as the insignificant sister. But we had always loved each other as sisters, as equals, no matter what the court and the country thought. For the first time, I felt the division as real, not imposed by society.
“You knew that would happen?” I asked.
“I didn’t know exactly what would happen,” she protested, avoiding my e
yes. “And you said you’d seduce him anyway, so what’s the difference?”
“The difference is that I wasn’t in my right mind when I did it,” I said, throwing my hands up. “It wasn’t me making the choices anymore.”
“You already made the choice,” she said. “Does it matter how it happened?”
I tried to put into words why it mattered, but I couldn’t articulate it in my state of weariness. It mattered to me. My first time had been memorable, and if I was honest, amazing. Still, I would have liked it to have been my choice in the moment, not just beforehand when it was so premeditated. At last, I shrugged. Camila was a shifter, with insider knowledge of things I wasn’t privy to. I had to accept that at some point.
“Besides, I didn’t even know if it would affect a common human,” Camila said.
I stared at her, my pulse pounding in my temples. The strange effect of the drug, or whatever it was, had left me, and I felt like a complete fool for how I’d thrown myself at Lord Balam, practically forced him to fuck me. Camila hadn’t been there. She didn’t understand how pathetic and desperate I’d been, tearing at him like a starving animal at a piece of meat.
A common human. That’s what I was. Not just to society, but to my sister.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she said, her eyes pleading.
“You’re right,” I said. “How could you know how it would affect me? We’re not the same at all. We’re not even the same species.”
“You’re angry,” Camila said, her eyes widening. “Why are you angry at me?”
“What did you see?” I asked.
“What?”
“When you went into his room to get the amulet, what did you see?”
“I—I didn’t,” she said. “I didn’t go in. I couldn’t bring myself to.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “I got the amulet, and that’s what counts. I left it cracked so you can open it if you need what’s inside. But I wouldn’t recommend it unless you want to be possessed by sex demons.”
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