"What did you and your father argue about?"
"What do fathers and children usually argue about, pretty girl? I wanted to live my life in a certain way. Father did not agree with me. So I left.” His lovely blue eyes dimmed, losing a bit of their amazing sparkle and flash. Alana could feel the pain that tortured him. “I never meant to stay away as long as I have. I always thought Father and I would have reconciled by now. But that was not to be."
Her heart went out to him. Alana of all people knew what it was like to have a perpetually displeased father. “You can still make up with him. Right?"
"Soon, I hope,” he whispered. “But there is so much for me to make up for.” He took her hand. “Let's not talk about that. I am here for you."
"You're an angel, right?” she said. “You have to be."
Sin's sensual mouth parted into a big smile. “Well, I've certainly been called worse. Demon. Incubus. Monster..."
She felt dizzy. “No. This has got to be a joke. I—” She stopped speaking when he pulled her into his arms and pressed kiss after kiss along her throat. Alana shivered at the feel of his lips against her pulse. Sin's kisses left a trail of fire in its wake. A lush wetness flooded her already soaked pussy. Trying to still a shudder, Alana tried to breathe.
"Does that feel like a joke to you, Alana?"
How did this happen? How had she wound up in his arms, clinging to him as if her life depended upon it? All Alana knew for sure was that she had never been so enamoured with a man in her life. Never had she experienced such attraction, affection and kinship with anyone. Or any thing.
When Sin's lips glided hungrily across the curve of her throat, she responded enthusiastically, moving against him as if she'd known him for years. The roughness of his clothing rubbed against her as she undulated her hips and her robe parted. She closed her eyes and leaned on him, into him, and totally giving herself over to the intense sensations of ... Of what exactly? She grew more anxious by the minute, because every minute with this man felt like a sweet eternity. Every breath quivered with anticipation. In her heart, she was already experiencing a love for him that should be impossible, a love that should have taken years to cultivate and nurture.
The best and worst part? She could actually feel the same sort of love emanating from him. It wrapped her in a warm glow that only years of love would impart. Sighing, she sank deeper into his arms and held on wanting to be as close to him as possible.
She was also falling. His lips scorched hers, and suddenly, she was complete. Alana kissed back—hungrily, savagely—and wallowed in the almost demoniacal intensity of his touch. Entwining her tongue with his, she sucked in the sweet and spicy taste from his lips. Already, sweat drenched her. Her body flushed and opened, aching and throbbing to feel him inside her.
I'm about to be seduced by something not of this world. On the floor of my attic.
This thought did not frighten her, as it might have frightened other women. In fact, a powerful thrill—an insanely sensual buzz—made her dizzy and breathless with desire.
She moaned into the sweetness of his throat, clinging to him as the kiss deepened. Greedy with passion, she opened herself to him. She laced her hands through his wavy, sun-stained hair and pulled him closer.
Time stopped. The world stopped. Everything she ever thought, felt and desired before that moment stopped. All concerns melted away as their kisses deepened, pushing her farther into an ecstatic abyss.
His hands cupped her ass, moulding her round cheeks—palming, massaging, kneading the naked flesh just beneath her robe. Suddenly, her legs left the floor, and she wrapped them around his muscular midsection. His hands dug into her flesh, inching the ivory robe up her long, brown legs. When he dipped his thumb into the opening of her vagina, she clutched at it, milking the digit without shame. His thumb pierced her with a precision that drew a wild moan from her lips. He swallowed the sound, continuing to press into her. She pumped against it and moaned as a finger joined the thumb. His fingers were hot against her clenching pussy. In and out, he stroked then swirled his finger inside of her. He plucked at her hard clit.
Seconds later, she climaxed the way she might have after a good fucking.
"Oh. My. God."
Sin chuckled and ran his lovely, pink tongue along her cheek. “You make the most beautiful face when you come."
Alana couldn't bring herself to speak. She was suspended in this odd, beautiful moment, as suspended in time and spirit as she was in his massive arms. But something more stunning than she'd just experienced that morning brought her out of her numb acquiescence. Something hot. And powerful. And huge.
It swayed insistently against her wet pussy lips, a monstrous, heat-seeking missile of epic proportions. It twitched at her entrance stretching her. Scared, Alana began to wiggle against him, pushing at his enormous chest, fighting to get away.
She was sure that he meant to hurt her—impale her on his otherworldly weapon, wound her, break her apart. She liked a good, deep fuck as much as the next woman, but she wasn't enough of a size queen to risk internal injuries. The sensation of his cock made fear lick the back of her throat, dousing the sweet glow she had been experiencing. Frightened, she looked into Sin's eyes. There was only warmth in them and understanding.
"Touch it again, Alana.” His voice washed over her like a decadent promise.
She gulped, swallowing hard. Still encased in his arms, she slipped her hand from his neck, placed it between her thighs and touched his penis. His hot cock against her hand made her body quicken with desire. Although her body screamed for him, her mind replied hell no. The size of his penis was a fearsome thing. Even as she started to withdraw, it changed and became sleeker against her fingers. Shrinking!
His cock remained large and powerful, a perfectly wonderful phallus, but now, it was like the stuff of Alana's dreams—not her nightmares.
"How ... How'd you do that?"
"I am a creature of pleasure, Alana, not pain. When I touched you before—” he dipped his thumb into her vagina again, ripping a guttural moan from her. Her pussy clutched at his finger greedily. “—I measured your proportions. When we come together, we will fit perfectly."
Wow.
Relief, quickly followed by a blast of sensual fire, washed over her. Sin smiled, and using only one hand, anchored her pulsating cunt against his shape-shifting cock.
Alana gurgled as he speared her. He sank into her firm and hard without the tentativeness of a first brush of sex. He demanded entrance into her with a surety as if they had been fucking forever. His hips pumped into her hard and fast, making her see stars. The head of his cock bumped against her womb. The pleasurable pain caused wetness to flood from her, coating them both. He slid smoothly in and out and as he thrust, a wet slurping sound filled the air tantalising Alana's ears.
Sin murmured against her cheek, kissing along her face. His hard hands pulled her up and down on his shaft. Wrapping her legs tighter around his hips, Alana held onto him, clutching his shoulders. Her nails sank deep into his flesh. Sin hissed, and his hold tightened painfully. Alana moaned, throwing her head back. Sin's lips burned a heated path down her chin then down her neck. He bit down hard sending her body over into an intense orgasm. Alana bucked and shivered as it rode her in a vicious grip.
Sin murmured incoherent phrases against her skin. His teeth scraped against the pulse in her throat. She stiffened at the sharpness of his teeth.
"Fu ... me ... Ah ... s ... hh ... i.t.t.” It was as if her soul was ripped out of her body, and he continued to take her with a delicious greediness that made her quicken even more.
As Alana committed her body to the deliciousness of Sin, she knew she would no longer—could no longer—remain the same. While a part of her—the howling, cursing, scratching part—had come to life, there was another part—the scared, human and oh-so self-absorbed part—was dangerously near death. A death she welcomed.
Now that she was in the arms of Sin, she finally knew what heaven
felt like.
* * * *
During the eternity he'd spent trapped within the astral realms, Sin had spent much of his time dreaming, hoping and fantasising. Alas, the men who had cursed him and his brothers into their dark netherworld had the foresight to bind their powers for manifestation. Because of this, they became tortured, sorry souls, roaming archetypes of consciousness. None could build up enough power to make their wishes reality. Over time, they learned to forget the pleasures of human flesh—they'd learned to exist within the fabric of the human psyche.
But on this day, finally free to cavort and prey, Sin wanted to make up for lost time.
The pleasures of her flesh flowed like warm honey, enfolding him in her sweetest embrace.
Sin stood, tall, thick and mighty like the tree that once harboured him and took his fill. Alana closed her eyes and exhaled something awful—something beautiful, something animal. Now that their flesh was synched, she'd come alive around him, using her thighs to grip and thrust furiously against him. Her small, upturned breasts bounced and trembled, teasing him, calling out to his lips.
Leaning down, he took her nipple between his lips and sucked strongly. Alana screamed and ground down against his cock, her pussy squeezing him in a vice. Lazily he rolled her nipple along his tongue. Running his tongue down her breast he nuzzled just below it then he bit her. Alana's pussy undulated wildly on his cock. Smiling darkly, he raised his head and watched the harsh pleasure on her face.
He gently ran his hands against the hot, smooth flesh of her ass, delighting in the juices that spilled against his fingers. Sin growled and lunged up, meeting her thrusts with vigour. His abdomen jerked and tightened every time Alana slid down the length of his cock. The healthy earth-vixen took him balls-deep, mewling in loud, beautiful yelps.
Flesh slapped together—sweaty, nasty, dirty. He smelled her cunt as it worked against him, a rich, womanly scent that tantalised and aroused him even more.
Finally, the moment arrived. Holding her against him with his powers, he put one hand low on her stomach. Alana's cunt pulsed along with her erratic heartbeat. Sin sensed her muscles quivering inside and reached out with his powers lengthening the pleasure. He held it in the palm of his hand. The pleasure of a woman against his power senses was the one thing he missed most in that place in between. It washed over him bathing him in a pale purple light. Sin opened his mouth and drank it down. His cock hardened even more as she tightened around him. Her pleasure poured out, coating his cock and his mystical being. She heaved against him, ripping at his hair, wiping triumphant tears against him when her face fell against his throat.
The exhausted woman's legs shook violently, quaked so much, that she could no longer control them. Sin, feeling a little playful—and a lot sadistic—spread her thighs until she resembled a wishbone. Having positioned her thusly, he thrust his throbbing phallus into the heart of her—into her core. Redirecting the sensual power, he poured it back into her.
Alana jerked against him. Her eyes flew open. Then she convulsed in a fit of inhuman ecstasy. Pushing it into her, Sin watched her grimace in a look that bordered on pain. Sharing it with her, he roared as his cock released thick semen inside of her. Alana screamed and gripped at him while he pulsated inside of her. Throwing his head back, he roared his release. Her pussy sucked him in as her heart sputtered. She went limp. Breathing harshly, Sin watched this woman who had given him such pleasure. He leaned down and put a soft kiss on her lips.
Afterward, Sin carried the twitching, unconscious woman to her bedroom. He watched anxiously while her body trembled on the silk bed linens and chastised himself for not being able to hold back his passion.
After all, had Alana died within his arms, she certainly would not have been the first ... PAGE BREAK
Chapter Three
The Desire for Eternal Union
Sin never grew tired. In the two hours following their initial coupling, he and Alana bonded feverishly, merging their bodies into one, pulsing, climaxing unit.
Now, sitting in her bed, Alana saw his cock stir to life, again. She watched as he placed his hand around the thickening, purplish phallus and stroked himself. He moaned softly, taking unselfconscious pleasure from his hand against his penis.
Feeling aggressive, she climbed to her knees and pushed his hand aside. Her skin flushed when Sin's eyes twinkled. He settled against the silky black pillows. She ran the underside of her tongue over the cock's thick throbbing head and wallowed in the velvety sensation of it.
The blond stud shifted and growled under her ministrations, thrusting his powerful thighs, urging her to go further, to take more of him. She was mesmerised by the massive, healthy cock in her hands, its perfection beyond anything she ever would have imagined. Though subconsciously she worried about her ability to do so, she wanted to make this man—this divine being—come harder and better than he ever had before.
Suddenly, his hand cupped at the nape of her neck. She looked up, disappointment shining from her dark eyes. “Did I do something wrong?"
"That would be impossible, Alana. Never worry. This is not a competition.” His smile rivalled the sun. “You have already pleased me very much."
Never before had she felt like this—so free, at ease and utterly desired. She wanted so badly to give him pleasure, the same kind of pleasure she'd experienced merely by being in his presence. When she worked his penis into her mouth, she did so with his fulfilment in mind. She'd suck down as much of this horse-hung demigod as she could handle, even if she choked to death!
Sinning has never felt so good. Never tasted so good, either...
Alana tossed back her mass of dark curls and concentrated on his sweetness, on his smell, working the fantastic cock deep into her throat.
Her pussy clenched and released, begging to be filled—her stomach was full, swollen with a need that would only be satisfied by one hard cock. She worked her mouth wider cupping his balls, snuggling into the white-blond hairs along his crotch. Just as she had picked up her rhythm to a more confident pace, Sin caressed his hand over her head again.
"I know what you want. Climb upon it."
"Sin, I—"
"Why make yourself crazy just to prove a point, Alana? You're hot and dying to feel me inside you again. I want to feel your pussy surround me. Mount it and ride until you are sated."
She could not argue. He was already reaching down and grabbing her waist pulling her to him. A raw gasp tore out of her throat as her body was pulled along the length of him. “Oh my God!” she moaned.
* * * *
Though his spirit and body had been bound for eons, Sin along with his brothers had watched the evolution of humanity—especially its evolving sexuality. Despite the invention of unimaginable technology, sexual morays had changed very little. Great leaps would often be made right before suppressive forces drove natural hunger back underground.
Now this beautiful woman thought herself unworthy. She came from a time where the quest for perfection outweighed any notion of pure enjoyment of earthly pleasures. Instead of simply fucking him, opening herself to him like the goddess she so obviously was, Alana worried about the size of her breasts and the small stretch marks beneath her navel. Sin's shaft nearly wilted when he looked into the woman's eyes. Instead of passion, he saw only fear.
Yet Alana was not afraid of his size. She feared disappointing him.
The depth of the woman's emotions inspired him. He wanted to reassure her; he wanted to make her feel divine love. And since, contrary to legend, Sin was no mere sexual creature, he stopped the willing woman atop him, just before her sweet pussy enfolded him.
"What's wrong?” Her trepidation shone through her sexy put-on. “Do you want me to do it another way?"
Sin, the most sensual Horseman, the master-warrior cocksman, willed down his pulsing phallus, allowing it to curve lazily against one, powerful thigh. “What I want Alana is you. Not some sexy act you put on. Not the mask you wear to protect your feelings.” When she
pouted, he raised his hand to her chin, forcing her to look at him. “I want your everything because I am prepared to give all that I have to you."
Suspicious eyes stared back at him. Alana snapped her head back, shaking off his hand. “I'm prepared to give you my entire body, Sin. Everything. Every inch. What I'm not prepared to do is pretend that this day is about anything more than your long fat dick."
His laughter, deep, hard and seemingly issued forth from his toes, echoed throughout the bedroom. “Your kind never ceases to amaze me. I swear, you are all like children, with your bullshit expectations and wrong-headed notions!"
"What? What the fuck did you say?” Her eyes raged at him. “My ‘kind,’ Sin?” She rolled to her side and sat up.
Sin grimaced. Her breasts swayed so prettily against her body—perfect, nutmeg-coloured flesh. Immediately, his penis flexed against his inner thigh. Down, boy. “Your anger is unnecessary, Alana. When I speak of your kind, I mean human beings.” He watched her soften immediately. Had his chest contained a beating heart it might have thudded. “I feel badly. You are all so sensitive. No one likes each other. You do not trust. But the worst thing of all, lovely one, is how your world is ruled by fear.
"You fear my racism more than you fear my divinity. You fear losing money, friends and social standing. You fear death—especially a lonely death after never knowing true love...” Again, he reached for her, wishing to pull his silent hostess into his arms.
But her explosion—raw, guttural and driven by deep rage—pushed him away.
"What? You think you have the right to judge my life just because you're ... magical?” Alana flinched away from him, strode across the room and retrieved her robe. “I've heard about your kind, too, you know. Of course, I never believed a word of those crazy mythological texts. Until now. Wasn't it perversion that got you and your buddies exiled? Wasn't it your lack of morals that got you banished in the first place?"
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