by D. R. Rosier
I reached down and grabbed her by the ass, and lifted her up.
She squeaked and giggled as I carried her to the bedroom.
I let her down gently, and started to undress her, and she continued undressing me.
“You’re so beautiful Amber.”
She smiled wider and blushed, “Thank you, and your amazing. I’m so glad you came to me, and I’m so glad it’s going to be you that has me first, thanks for healing me.”
That had me confused for a moment, and then my eyes widened, “You’re a virgin?”
She giggled, “Of course. I home schooled through all of high school with a bad heart, I thought I’d die without ever having sex, and then the hottest guy ever walked into my hospital room. You don’t mind do you?”
“No,” I shook my head, “I’ll be gentle.”
She smirked, “Not too gentle I hope,” and kissed me again.
No wonder she was so eager, I kind of got her urgency and excitement now. We finished undressing each other and she gasped as she saw my cock for the first time. She reached out and touched it tentatively, “My god, will that thing fit?”
I smiled, “With a little effort.”
She squealed as I pushed her back on the bed, and then I crawled up her body and gave her a few random kisses on her supple and soft body.
She said in a soft sigh, “That feels so good.”
When I reached her breasts I teased them for a long time. Her B cups were just as fun as any pair I’d ever met, and I teased her inner thigh and outer labia with my fingertips. She was very enthusiastic, and ran her fingers through my hair, she was really enjoying the attention. I’d also used the foreplay to set my spells, so the male issue of my loins would be both conceived and bound.
When she came and trembled under my fingertips, I found out she was a screamer. She was a wild little thing, and held nothing back at her first chance to experience sex with a man.
She was so wet, I was tempted to go down on her for a while, but I didn’t want to wear her out either. She was ready for me now, and I’d managed to stretch her open a little, but she’d been so tight even around just one of my fingers I knew this was going to hurt her, at first anyway.
I figured I’d let her decide. I was so turned on I wanted to just take her, she was very responsive, and had obviously and wantonly given herself over to the pleasure and my touch. Still, taking her would be a very bad idea, I found myself responsible for making sure she enjoyed her first time on top of everything else. Which was really hot, I liked that I’d be her first.
“Amber, we can do this in two different ways. If you want to control the speed and depth, you can ride me from above. Or, I can take you slowly, but it will still be at my pace, and not yours.”
She smiled a little shyly, “I’m not sure what to do, I mean on top.”
I kissed her tenderly, and then rolled over and pulled her on top of me, “Just do what feels right, it’s built into our instincts.”
She smiled, and kissed me, and then sat up, her hot wet pussy was pushing my cock down against my stomach, and she slid back and forth a little and gasped in pleasure. It felt really good, her warmth sliding up and down the bottom of my cock, leaving a trail of liquid pleasure behind. She was totally delighted with the sensations and I just enjoyed watching her face and reactions. She did that for quite a while, and then raised herself up higher and tentatively reached down and lined my cock up on her tight heat.
She groaned and her eyes widened as she let gravity push her body down, and the tip of my cock stretched her out and popped in. She breathed hard for a moment through the pain, and then moved her body a little.
I reached down with one hand and tapped her clit, while the other played with the undersides of one of her breasts, and brushed her nipple with a thumb. Suffice it to say, it took almost ten minutes before she worked my cock all the way inside of her tight nubile virgin sex, the mixture of every feeling of pain and pleasure apparent on her sweet beautiful face.
The whole time she worked herself down I was struggling not to cum, she was so tight, almost like a vice of velvety warm pleasure, and the smallest movement of her body was pure bliss along my sensitive cock. Her pussy undulated up and down my length as she got used to the thick and long impaling invader.
I played with her breasts, and judiciously with her clit as she became accustomed to me, and the pain slowly cleared from her face as the pleasure built up.
Hellfire, she was beautiful up there above me. Sexy and wanton, amazingly so considering she was a virgin. It was a disappointment I wouldn’t see her again, but that was how this worked. This was our one and only time. Although I was fairly sure I’d get a reprise before I left.
Then she started to move tentatively, and slowly. She gasped, and her eyes widened in pleasure as she experimented with different movements. Her innocent and pleasurable reactions as she discovered her sexuality above me made it harder not to blow, but were really enjoyable to watch.
I groaned as I held myself back, I was determined not to fill her until she came around my cock, and bathed it with her liquid pleasure.
Thankfully, that didn’t take that long. It was less than ten minutes later, when she finally locked up around me and milked my cock for its seed, and bathed it in the warm liquid of her ecstatic bliss. She felt so good I grabbed her ass and buried myself, and then held our bodies tightly together as I exploded up into her welcoming womb.
She collapsed down against me, and kissed me. She looked somehow both happy and sad.
She said breathlessly, “That was amazing, thank you for… being gentle, and making my first time so incredible. I’ve heard horror stories. Do you really have to go now?” she asked a little plaintively at the end.
I replied, “When I leave I can’t ever come back, but I can stay a little longer.”
I knew it was a false feeling, the connection we had and the intimacy we felt had no depth to it. Just two young people fucking, even if I would leave her with a child. But I couldn’t help but hate the fact that I would just abandon her shortly. Either way, I wouldn’t be leaving quite yet, I’d be staying at least for a little longer.
I rolled us over, and pulled a little power through my connection to Malina, to prevent myself from going down. Then I worked her slowly, and kept speeding up as we started on round two. The faster I went, the faster and harder she asked me to go. I started to get addicted to the cute sexy sounds she made as I ravaged her, and she so obviously loved every moment of it. This might take longer than I’d thought…
Chapter 7
Karen held in a sigh, and let her mind wander to Shawn as the mage before her droned on to the council. Actually, what he was talking about was fairly important, he was just saying it in so many ways that she just couldn’t pay attention anymore. The horse was dead and he just kept beating it. Why did she want this job again? Sometimes it was harder to remember than others. She didn’t mind the hard work, she believed in what she was doing. It was the long drawn out crap that didn’t have to be so long and drawn out that bugged her to no end.
Maybe she could pass a brevity law? If they couldn’t explain something in two minutes or less they’d have to fill out reams of paperwork.
She shook her head, that wouldn’t work at all, she’d never get it passed.
Maybe she could get her husband Shawn to send a demon over to stand over her shoulder and look menacingly at the supplicants? That would make people talk faster and get to the damned point most likely. No… people would just complain about it.
She could hardly wait until the day was over so she could go see Shawn. She started to think of the mansion as their home a few days ago, the large condo she had on the floor above this one seemed more like a hotel room to her. She was also horny, really horny, like all the damned time. Sometimes she fantasized about him walking in and taking her over the head councilor’s table, in front of everyone else in the room, and that was one of the tamest of her recent lurid fantasies.
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br /> It wasn’t a lack of sex either. He’d taken care of her really well last night, and again before she’d left this morning, but she almost always wanted his dick in her lately. She’d read a lot about pregnancy, and no one had ever told her this would be one of the side effects.
Or maybe it was just her and him, she wasn’t sure. She just couldn’t get enough of him. Maybe it was the fire mage in her? She didn’t used to be this way, but then she’d never really found a man that stoked her fires like Shawn did.
Her fire magic and personality was also why she’d listened about as long as she could. If this went on much longer she’d roast him.
Finally, she held up her hand and he was startled into silence.
She said bluntly, “Vote?”
Over half the councilors said yes, some with amusement in their eyes.
She smiled patiently down at the man, “There you go Anderson, it’s approved. Now go fill out the requisition forms and we’ll get that done.”
The man bowed, and left quickly.
There was a little bit of excitement by the doors, and finally the security mage cleared his throat.
“Malina, a succubus, is here to see you all.”
There was a stir in the room as Malina walked in. She was wearing a sexy red dress and black five-inch stiletto heels. She felt a stirring in her core, and recalled fondly that her husband wasn’t the only one to give her pleasure last night. She also worried for a moment about Shawn, but realized quickly if Shawn had been hurt or killed, Malina wouldn’t be here. She also found it amusing that most of the people around her were nervous, where she was just a bit hornier.
“Lina! What can we do for you?”
Malina looked at them with a soft smile, although her tone of voice was all business.
“Shawn sent me to warn you. It looks like Elissa is making a move to take over the city, and she’s using Darren to do it…”
Karen listened carefully as Malina laid it all out. Upcoming shifter attack on all the other groups, plus whatever the fae may be up to besides. She could hardly believe it, and wouldn’t have credited the story from anyone else. She smiled at the irony of that, because she trusted the greater demoness implicitly.
Malina gave her a small smile and she bit her bottom lip in thought.
Dennis asked caustically, “And why should we believe a demoness?”
Karen ground her teeth, but before she could answer, Tina did.
Tina said sarcastically, “Oh right Dennis. And what exactly is her evil plan? Laugh at us when we make preparations for an assault that never happens, and then titter with her friends about it like some high school prank? We need to prepare. Does anyone know where we can find iron? All I can think of is my cast iron skillet at home.”
Everyone chuckled nervously at that.
Karen nodded, “Thank you for that Tina. She’s right Dennis, she isn’t asking us to attack anyone, just be ready for an attack from shifters and fae. Hardly a trick worthy of an evil mastermind.”
Malina snorted, “A lot of things are made of iron. Steel is mostly iron, I’m sure if your earth mages put their minds to it, they can leach the carbon and other trace elements out of it. Good luck, Shawn asked me to warn you, but I need to see the vampires next. Tata, see you tonight Karen…” she said rather suggestively and disappeared in a flash of white light.
She blushed when everyone shot her a shocked or speculative look.
“Okay folks, let’s cancel the rest of this session and get to work on the wards, and get the earth mages working on Iron items. If the shifters are protected by fae magic, maybe iron blades will break through faster. Also, we’ll need to focus on using magic on ourselves and the environment more than on them, at least in the beginning.”
She clapped her hands, “Let’s go get it done.”
The room broke up and people ran off to get things done. As for her, and the rest of the council, they’d focus on configuring and charging the wards to repel a shifter attack, and perhaps hide a few surprises in case the fae show up as well…
Dion looked up as the door opened and Christabel came in. He’d made the right choice long ago when he had turned her. He was still bitter about Neil, and knew he should replace him one of these days, but Christabel seemed to be handling everything without a problem. She was incredibly beautiful as well, but he didn’t regret the fact that he’d never pursued that type of relationship with her. He preferred the close friendship and the solid father-daughter relationship they shared to a transitory lust.
“What is it child?”
Christabel smiled, “Master, the demoness Malina is here to see you. She says it has to do with the shifters, and the treaty.”
He frowned in thought, “Send her in, and join us please.”
She moved back out without hesitation, and came back a few moments later with the demoness.
Dion asked, “What is wrong?”
For the third time that day, she had a long conversation about Elissa and Darren, and the coming attack.
Dion was prepared, he had plans for many contingencies of this nature, and Christabel knew them all. In fact, his vampire child had contributed a lot to the them over the years.
Dion finally turned to Christabel, “You know what to do dear.”
Christabel nodded, and pulled out her phone as she left the room.
Dion asked in a neutral voice, “So what about the treaty? Did he have a solution in mind?”
Malina nodded in agreement, “He suggested you two have your own treaty, like he does with the mages. That way your treaty doesn’t depend on a third party.”
Dion looked up thoughtfully for a moment, and then he smiled as he scented an opportunity.
“Tell him I’d be happy to do that, and to make our vampire and warlock treaty a pact. I assume our last pact will expire when Darren breaks the treaty?”
He held back a smile when she nodded a little sourly in agreement. That meant he could stop furnishing information to the warlock from his own operations, and still have a guaranteed treaty, even more solid this time without the shifters involved.
“Yes, since he can’t betray a treaty that no longer exists the pact will be dissolved.”
He smiled then but still held back a bit, “Excellent, thank you for coming by Malina. I’ll be by as soon as possible to get that done?”
She nodded in agreement, and then disappeared in a flash.
He let himself smile wider now. This might work out to his advantage, in fact, it already had. He felt a little sorry for Darren, but not that much. Darren had been a fool to meet with Elissa, and a weak fool to allow her to twist and seduce him like that. She must have played on his weaknesses perfectly to overcome his mating bond. He truly hoped someone more intelligent, and perhaps more controlled, replaced Darren when the dust settled.
Assuming of course, that they won. He knew better than to underestimate the fae. He was fairly confident he’d come out on top with the shifter issue, it was the rest that concerned him…
Sharon paced restlessly in the living room. She was worried. Apparently her mate had gone crazy, and worse, had betrayed their bond. She’d never really loved him, but she’d been faithful, and had cared for him the best she could. It was hard to love someone that just used her for sex, and otherwise ignored her. He wasn’t the worst shifter mate for a cat shifter either, he’d never been cruel, just… indifferent.
Sometimes she’d even gotten her opinions heard right before or after sex, but even that was rare. Most of the time he couldn’t control himself long enough for her to get out a whole sentence much less an idea. Now she didn’t know what to do. He was still her mate, and she felt his turmoil, confusion, and rage. She was afraid of what he might do if he showed up here, she was also afraid to leave.
Worst of all, she was getting horny and needed the relief, and he was her only outlet.
She also wished Elissa were in front of her, so she could tear the bitch’s throat out.
He may h
ave been an asshole, but he was her asshole. No one else’s.
She froze when he barged in the front door, naked, and moved toward her with a hard on and a look of rage in his eyes. She’d never been so terrified in her life, and she couldn’t even conceive of the fact it was her mate making her feel that way.
He wrapped a hand around her throat and pulled her close.
“Whore,” he spat.
She screamed in pain and shock as his nails broke her skin and then she felt his magic ripped away from her. Their mate bond was no more. She felt tears on her face, tears of shock, and surprise, and waited for him to tear her throat out. She’d never been more sure she was going to die. But then he threw her hard to the floor, and she heard her back break and she screamed in pain.
She looked up at him in shock, this was not her mate. Not only losing the bond, but he was nothing but instinct and animal now.
He growled in a disgusted tone filled with abject hatred, “There, now you can fuck whoever you want. Your nothing but a worthless slut anyway, now I can find a real mate. Cat shifters are nothing but warm fuck holes anyway.”
The look of shock, pain, and horror on her face lasted for a split second, and then he stomped her face into the wood floor, and she was knocked out…
She wasn’t sure how long she was out, but she woke up to the voice of her alpha.
Katie growled low and dangerously, “That’s enough alpha, get the fuck out of my house, and never come back.”
Darren growled back, but apparently his instincts wouldn’t allow him to attack the cat shifter alpha.
Nope, just his own mate she thought bitterly through the headache. It would take her hours to heal from this damage, and she started to cry as soon as Darren ran out of the house.
Katie came over and looked her in the eyes, “I’m sorry I let that go so far, I didn’t think he would hurt you like that. Shift, you’ll heal faster.”
She cried out as she triggered the shift to her ocelot form, and whined as Katie picked her up.
