Chosen by the Goddess: Hare to the Throne (erotic paranormal romance)
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Chosen by the Goddess: Hare to the Throne #1 (erotic paranormal romance)
Copyright 2015 Chance Hartley
Published by Smashwords
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Warning: This ebook contains explicit content. 18+
Table of Contents
Prologue: Esther
Easter Sunday
A Gift for Tammy
Other Titles by Chance Hartley
About Chance Hartley
Prologue: Esther
The light of the bonfire caught Luke's eyes as he plunged relentlessly into Esther's tight, slick entrance. On hands and knees she bucked against him with abandon, her groans mingling with his. Her blonde hair trailed forward to brush the ground, a circlet of white flowers nestled around her head like a crown. In the distance he could see the shadowy figures of other lovers grinding together through the flickering darkness. Faint cries of pleasure echoed from amongst the trees and the flowing petals of wildflowers.
Luke's knees pressed into the damp earth and dewy grass of the woodland floor, the nearby blaze warming his naked flesh, the light of flickering flames gliding over Esther's smooth, tanned body. Sweat trickled from his temple as he eased in and out, pressing deeper and deeper with each thrust into her. He was close.
So close.
His pace quickened, his cock thickening as his spiraling climax neared. Esther moaned, her mewling cries escaping her mouth at every pound of his cock. This was by far Luke's favorite position. Esther's round rump was a sight to behold.
The sun rose over the nearby hillock, heralding the dawn, and Luke's orgasm. He pumped Esther faster, harder, his hands splayed across her hips. His thoughts were trapped in the most exquisite agony of fucking her, this goddess who had chosen him.
As the dawn's light washed across their bodies, Luke came with a groan, thrusting deep into Esther. He was lost to a pleasure so intense, so filled with light, that he slumbered; unaware of the sacred rite he had just performed.
*****
Easter Sunday
Luke woke, his cock hard, and stretched in bed, easing out his sore limbs. His morning woody brushed against the sheets and he couldn't stop the wicked smile stretching across his face. He just couldn't believe that out of all the guys loitering at the bar last night, Esther had come home with him.
A flash of scattered memories surfaced in his mind.
Hot slick flesh, the heat of a bonfire, damp grass, flowers, and the first rays of sunlight, Esther's body... Luke shook his head.
A dream, he thought. Just a dream. We came straight back here after the bar closed, didn't we?
Then an awful thought stabbed at his mind.
Did last night really happen? I can't remember Esther leaving.
He gripped his cock and balls.
Yep, a little tender. Oh, it happened.
His dick leapt in his hand at the thought of Esther's warm, wet mouth on it. And teeth! She'd growled and licked and nibbled until he'd spurted enough cum to drown her. He had fucked her mouth like there was no tomorrow, and she had taken his cock so fucking deep, one hand on his balls and her finger prodding his ass that he thought he was going to explode. And the sex that had followed had blown his mind. Her tight cunt had almost driven him crazy. She had dropped to all fours on his bedroom floor and raised her rump to him. Then, she'd swayed her hips a little and growled low in her throat. He'd mounted her, his hands on her hips, and had pressed himself into her slick pussy, rutting like an animal.
I need to see her again.
Luke began to slide his hand up and down his cock. Just thinking about Esther had him horny for her all over again. He replayed the memories of last light through his mind as he pumped his erection faster and faster, an orgasm coming swiftly when he thought of her high round ass presented to him on ground.
He groaned as he jerked the creamy stream into his hand and rolled onto his stomach, planting his face in his pillow to stifle his satisfied moans. Tammy would be back from her night shift at any moment. Last night he'd taken advantage of her not being here when he'd brought Esther back home.
Sharing an apartment with an ex-girlfriend was a pain in the ass when it came to bringing girls home, especially since Tammy had been so unlucky in love lately. They were great friends now, but the last thing he needed was Tammy's knowing look if she heard his moans, or worse - tears. He knew she wanted to fall in love, but had been scared to jump back into the game after they'd broken up.
Luke glanced at his alarm clock.
Shit, I'm late for work.
The piece of furniture he was working on at the moment brought a smile to his face. An elderly lady named Maeve, and her husband Henry, had come into the furniture shop weeks ago to commission a bespoke chair, a throne really. Maeve had insisted on a Master Artisan and that they use the timber of an old oak tree, which she provided herself. She had arrived with sketches of the design, and had been very specific about the carvings she wanted etched into the timber.
Luke remembered his excitement when his dad had given him the job. He could really prove himself with this piece, and show his dad, and his crotchety old grandfather that he was ready to take over the business. He had a knack for shaping wood and crafting beautiful pieces of furniture, and he knew he was better than his dad.
He rolled out of bed, strolled into the bathroom and washed his hands. As he turned on the shower faucet he tried to brush away the strange lingering memories of last night.
The fresh spring grass, bonfires and the rising sun.
But as he stepped into the shower, he caught sight of his knees, smudged with dirt and pieces of grass pressed into his skin. He peeled the strands of grass from his knees, his finger tracing the narrow indents they'd left behind. A wave of dizziness claimed him and with a rush he stepped into the shower, his mind circling with hazy thoughts.
What happened last night? And where?
He knew he and Esther had come back here after the bar had closed, he just knew it.
But did they really?
He flicked another glance to his knees before quickly washing off the dirt and grass and shook his head, unable to put two and two together.
As the warm water rained over him he couldn't shift his thoughts from Esther. She was the hottest woman he'd ever seen in his life. Granted he was only twenty-four, but still, girls like Esther didn't come along very often.
Hippy-like, she had long blonde hair; parted in the middle with a circlet of flowers crowning her head, and a full luscious body with all the curves he loved. She'd left her business card; an oval shaped card covered in flowers with small bunnies nestled amongst the petals, on his bedside table. Her florist shop, Goddess Flowers, was out of town, out along Dark Wood Road.
I have to see her again.
All thoughts of going to work were gone as the urge to visit her overcame him.
Luke soaped his body quickly, brushing his hands over the firm muscles of his pecs and abs, and stopped suddenly, his hand frozen amongst the hair on his chest.
Hair? Since when do I have hair on my chest?
His breath caught, and he slumped against the shower stall, dread filling
him.
'What the fuck is going on?' he hissed, leaping from the shower to dry himself off. He scrubbed frantically at the hair with the towel, but it didn’t shift it. The towel slipped from his hands to fall to the floor as he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror.
In horror, his voice silenced in disbelief, he looked at the fine pale, almost translucent hair that had sprouted from his chest, like a soft downy fur. Slowly, it spread to the rest of his body, so fine and silky it was almost invisible. He had to turn this way and that in the mirror to even see it. Luke ran his hands over his body. The hair felt smooth, like velvet. His ears tingled, then lengthened a little to flop over slightly at the ends, and the hair on his head turned from dark to light match the hair his new velveteen pelt. The only thing not covered in the fine pale hair was his face, his palms and the soles of his feet, and his huge erect penis. It throbbed, hard and red between his legs.
Luke pulled at the fine hair till tears smarted his eyes, he shaved it in patches, but it simply grew back. He tugged it, plucked it and yanked it, but nothing worked. Horror settled over him like a shroud.
I look like a fucking rabbit!
Luke slumped on his unmade bed, his thoughts scrambled. Indecision and confusion swirled in his mind. How had this happened? Luke didn’t believe in magic, but here it was, Easter Sunday, and he had turned into a fucking rabbit. A coincidence? Or had he lost his mind. Was this even happening? A sudden thought crossed his mind.
Please don’t tell me I have a fluffy tail. Please no!
He felt behind and ran his hands over his ass, but thankfully there was nothing.
What should I do? Go to the hospital? The police?
But all he could settle on was - Lock myself in my bedroom and, never, ever, EVER come out.
His chest felt tight with fear, but also something else, something he couldn't quite pin down in his current state of confusion. And something else felt tight too - but it certainly wasn’t fear. As his cock hardened and rose from between his lightly furred legs he realized what else he was feeling. It was excitement. Sexual excitement. He felt as horny as hell and the urge to fuck was almost unbearable.
But why?
A Gift for Tammy
'Luke!'
Tammy's voice carried through his closed door. She was home, then.
Heat engulfed him as urgent desire crackled through him like electricity. Without thinking of his appearance, he ran from the room, his cock to attention, ignoring the crazy urge to hop.
I have to have her. Now. Right fucking now.
Tammy knelt in the middle of the lounge room floor in a colorful sundress, her long brunette hair wet from a shower. She studied her five thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle on the coffee table. 'Hey Luke,' she muttered without looking at him. 'I can't find the last piece of the edge! You know I hate that. Help me!'
He didn't answer, he couldn't. He wanted her so badly he couldn't think straight. He couldn't take in the sudden change to his body, all he could think of was Tammy's sweet tanned body.
He hopped up and dropped to his haunches behind her. Leaning in cautiously he sniffed at her neck, breathing in her clean scent. Lightly he kissed her, nuzzling her skin.
Tammy stiffened and gasped.
'Luke?'
She slowly turned around, still on her knees, her eyes widening at his appearance. But if he thought she would recoil, she didn't. If he thought she would run, she didn't.
Tammy's rosebud mouth parted and she slowly licked her lips, before pressing herself into his arms. 'Luke, is it really you?' she asked, as she traced her hands lightly over the silken pelt on his shoulders. Her eyes glazed over with passion, with some kind of heady ecstasy that ignited something inside of him. She kissed him, trailing her lips over his face, tugging at his ears, stroking him, smelling him.
'Fuck me,' Tammy whispered. 'Now, quickly.' She pressed her hips against his hard cock.
Luke's ears twitched.
At every small movement Tammy made, he just felt hornier and hornier. His cock hardened even more as she stroked his soft fur and ground her hips against his throbbing manhood. He didn't know where his next thoughts came from - but they rose unbidden in his mind, and he knew for a certainty that he needed to give Tammy a gift, a gift that only he could give.
He burned with the need to deliver it to her, not that he knew what it was. He couldn't make sense of it, only this bright, all-consuming need, which was as intense as his erection straining against Tammy's tight body.
Luke leant closer and flicked one strap of her sundress, then the other, and it fell to pool on the floor at her knees. She wore no bra over her large, full breasts, just tiny little panties, a thong that barely covered her.
He pressed his body to hers and reached around behind her to grasp her bare butt with his hands. He caressed her ass, sliding his hands up and down to cup and knead her flesh with his fingers. He loved a big butt.
Tammy moaned and bucked against him.
He couldn’t take much more of this.
Luke laid Tammy down on the floor, threw her sundress over his shoulder and gently rolled her tiny panties down her long shapely thighs. Starting at her feet, his kissed her all way back up, parting her legs to kiss the delicate skin of her inner thigh. She writhed on the ground and parted her legs wider.
'Lick me, Luke!' She yelled in abandon, her head thrown back in ecstasy. 'Now!'
'Not yet,' he whispered, but couldn't resist a long lick at her pink slit. He wanted to suck on her tits so bad his mouth was watering. But then, she was going to get it. He was going to go to town on her pussy.
He kissed his way further up her body, until he reached her enormous tits. They were glorious and round with dark pink nipples. He had jerked off at the thought of coming on her tits many times since they'd broken up. Even though they hadn't worked as a couple, the sex had been mind blowing. And she hadn't had much luck with love since. Her last few dates had fizzled out and he knew she hadn't had sex for a while.
Cupping one breast in each hand, he ran his thumbs over each sensitive nub and pinched them lightly, before taking them one by one in his warm mouth. He ran his tongue back and forth, and sucked and sucked until Tammy was moaning with ecstasy and pushing his head down.
'Lick me! NOW!'
He did as he was told and kissed his way back down to her pussy. His tongue eased into her soft pink folds to taste her musky scent, before circling and lapping at her clitoris over and over until she writhed and bucked at his hands. He lifted her legs higher and licked her ass, his tongue flicking back and forth over her tight hairless hole while his fingers worked magic on her clit. She came with a blast, screaming as her juices gushed onto his face.
While Tammy was still shuddering from her orgasm, he poised himself above her, his hands resting on the floor on either side of her face. He leant down and whispered in her ear, words that he knew in his heart, to be true. He didn’t know how he knew, but the words felt right as they flowed from his mouth. 'I am the Rabbit, and I am going to give you a gift.'
'Oh,' Tammy sighed, and parted her legs further, drawing her knees up and opening herself up to him. 'Give it to me now Rabbit! Please I want it now. NOW!'
Luke was ready to explode his cock was so hard.
'Now?' he asked.
'Now,' she cried, her face tight with ecstasy. 'Give me the gift!'
Luke pushed her legs skyward to rest on his shoulders, and plunged into her, his cock finally getting some release as he slipped in and out of her hot cunt. Tammy moaned loudly, followed by high-pitched yipping little cries at each thrust. He pounded into her, driving his erection deep and grunting with each stroke.
Luke was as lost to the passion as she was. All he could think of was his desire, and the need give the gift. He'd never felt this pent up before, or this horny.
His excitement intensified, rising and rising, quickening his hips and he jackhammered into her faster and faster. Tammy's orgasm peaked, and as her channel gripped him tighte
r, Luke came with a yell, filling her with his gift.
But there was more.
His orgasm continued to rise and peak over and over again, and with it, more cum exploded from his cock. He eased from her and shifted up between her huge breasts to spurt it across them. Tammy raised her hands and rubbed the cream into them, caressing her own nipples as she climaxed again, her pretty face lost in ecstasy.
Luke stood, leaving Tammy on the lounge room floor to relish in her gift. She lay before him, legs parted, her fingers now on her cunt, rubbing at her clit like there was no tomorrow.
Luke watched as Tammy, his flat-mate and ex-girlfriend as she pleasured herself on the lounge room floor in front of him, her pussy slick with their juices. He had just delivered his gift to her, but he was stiff again, his cock rising hard and hot from between his legs. Tammy locked eyes with his as she came again, her body shivering with delight of her own searching fingers. 'Thank you for the gift, Rabbit,' she whispered. 'I feel so alive! I think I'm ready for love again!'
He hopped from foot to foot before Tammy, considering whether he should fuck her again.
No, he thought with clarity. I have to go. There are so many more women I need to deliver my gift to.
But he couldn’t help but kneel between her legs for one last lick of her pussy. He buried his tongue in her slippery channel again and again, and before he knew it Tammy was coming again, her scream echoing in their small apartment.
'Oh Rabbit,' she sighed, finally sated. And as her eyes began to close, she whispered, 'You're the best.'
Luke lifted her gently to the lounge, placed a pillow under her head and pulled the throw rug over her. He tucked her in, making sure she was nice and warm.
Luke grinned with pride. Somehow, he just knew he had done well. It was his job to deliver the gift, and he had done it. Satisfaction swelled within him, but was soon replaced with urgent need.