Attraction

by Linn Young

  He bent his head and rained gentle kisses on her back, hair, and shoulders, his hand soothingly rubbing over her buttocks. “Shhhh, darling,” he crooned gently. “There’s nothing to fear, Riley. Nothing to fear at all.”

  He gave another small shallow push, inserting another fraction of an inch, making Riley wriggle her hips again. “That’s it, darling,” he growled. “You can take it, for me.”

  Heron pushed again, all the time whispering reassuring words to her, crooning softly to her. He repeated his gentle thrusts, gradually speeding up his motion, gradually able to go deeper into Riley’s body. When he was only a few inches inside her, the rhythmic movements of his thrust began to take their toll on both Heron and Riley. Riley’s body began to twitch and shudder as she felt the tension in her loins beginning to build up, her nipples tightening painfully, heat suffusing her entire body. Groans and whimpers were torn from her throat. Heron was also feeling his own impending climax, his great body shuddering as his loins burgeoned with rushing blood. Through clenched teeth, he was growling and then moaning, his hands on her hips becoming hard and bruising.

  As badly as he wanted to, and as overwhelming as the pleasure was, he still managed to not thrust himself completely inside Riley, but forced himself to thrust in and out of her with his partial length. He knew she was not fully ready to receive the whole of him. But she would be, soon. Soon, he would possess Riley with his complete being.

  By now, Heron knew when her orgasm was upon Riley by the way she frantically wriggled her buttocks and her body bucked, her breathing panting through her clenched teeth. He held her hips firmly even as they writhed for him. Riley threw her head back, opened her mouth wide, and cried, “Oh, God, Heron!” And then she wailed as her body shattered in her climax.

  Heron felt her feminine walls clench at his penis and pulsate as she milked him heavily. His body trembled once, he cried out once, then he went into a great shudders, pumping his seed deep into Riley. She, coming down from her climax, felt the hot liquid on her walls and moaned.

  During the throes of his orgasm, Heron gave one deep thrust so that his entire length was fully gloved in Riley’s loins. Riley’s eyes shot open as she felt him completely inside her, stretching her, filling her to utmost capacity. She never had any man that size inside her before. God, how big was he, she thought frantically, eight inches, nine inches. Ten? She never knew that a woman was capable of holding a penis of that size inside her.

  Heron pulled slowly out of her and then thrust back in. Riley shook her head, denying to herself that he was going to take her again. Surely, he couldn’t, she thought, not again. Not so soon after a climax and she had so little strength left because the pleasure was still seeped in her muscles so that they felt like liquid, and not when she had yet to get used to his enormous size. She felt him pull out of her and thrust again, and then do it again. And with shock and shame, she felt her loins tighten again, even as she was still shuddering from the last orgasm.

  She struggled to rise on her elbows and jerked her buttocks. “No, Heron, don’t take me again.”

  But Heron gave her another thrust, much deeper this time, and Riley’s flesh clenched with erotic tension and heat. He did it again, and again, each time deeper, so that eventually, he was plunging his entire length inside her each time he thrust inside her.

  “Please, Heron,” she begged hoarsely. “Please don’t take me again.” Then she collapsed onto the bed, her whole body awash in warm, oozing erotic need.

  Heron wrapped his arms around her waist to lift her buttocks higher to him so that he could have easier access to Riley’s flesh, and he took her, again and again, growling and hissing as pleasure flooded all of his senses.

  This was possession, Riley realized. Heron was taking her with his entire length, completely possessing her each time. And she was letting him, wantonly, she knew, by the way her body became softer every time he thrust his entire length inside her, as if her body independent of Riley knew that she was his wholly and completely for his own use. As the climax built inside both their bodies, Heron’s thrust became more ruthless, deeper, longer, his hands harder, and he became more animalistic, bending his head to take bites out of her flesh, and Riley’s body became more giving, more and more supplicant, more yielding, even as she sobbed, her hands clawing at the sheets.

  It was Heron who reached his orgasm first, throwing his head back as he gave a harsh, howling cry in the dark, his arms holding her fast to him, bucking over her, as he spilled his seeds deep inside his mate. When Riley felt his hot liquid wantonly splash her womb, the fiery tension in her loins broke, and she screamed as the powerful orgasm coursed through her body as she writhed violently in Heron’s embrace.

  Riley didn’t know if she had passed out, or if it just seemed that minutes had passed when she next opened her eyes and became aware of her surrounding. At first, she thought that the dull, thudding vibration of the base from the dance floor music from the bar downstairs was the pumping of her own heart. At the same time she became aware of Heron looming above her. Before she could guess his intentions, he turned her onto her back and his hands parted her thighs. Her pale gray-hazel eyes met his dark ones as he fingers touched her flesh, still swollen and sensitive from their recent fucking. When she felt him inserting a long finger inside her, testing her, once again, she arched and gasped softly, closed her eyes as her body shuddered in response. so that he would not see the wantonness she knew was in her eyes, even now, so soon after his last possession of her. But she did not attempt to protest, too weak to maintain any sense of propriety she normally observed after sex, such as physical and emotional boundaries between a man and a woman, demand for concern and consideration, and communication.

  Heron lowered himself between her legs and gave a deep thrust, plunging half his length inside Riley. Her loins grew heavy with the sudden heat, a tightening pulling deep inside her loins, making her cry out. Letting out a shuddering sigh between her clenched teeth, she brought her knees up to her chest and wriggled her hips frantically in an attempt to relieve the heavy tension inside her, whimpering in her helplessness. Heron unbent her legs and wrapped them around his waist as he pushed again, this time entering Riley’s soft flesh his complete length. She felt that dragging pull deep in her loins again, much sharper, much longer, because he was so deep inside her. She arched her upper torso and gave a long wail, tears streaming down the side of her face. Heron withdrew and thrust deep inside her again, and Riley arched and wailed again, and as her body shuddered, he plunged into her depths again, and again, while Riley sobbed for him. At first his plunges were slow and patient, but they picked up speed gradually, tortuously so that the pulling tightness in her abdomen was unending, racking her small body with erotic torment, sapping every strength of mental and physical energy from her.

  Where the pleasure of the sex made Riley helpless and weak, it seemed to make Heron increasingly demanding, more ruthless in his touch and his kisses, and capriciously possessive. As he possessed her, he loomed over her, and his eyes met hers, and saw them racked with erotic agony, her face a mask of strained reckless pleasure every time he plunged into her, her mouth parting to gasp and sob. And the eyes, enlarged and reflecting her complete helplessness, pleading with him silently to not make her suffer so, but as well as with unwilling surrender. For a moment, Heron imprisoned Riley’s eyes with his as he plunged over and over inside her, silently commanding her to relinquish her pleasure to him. At one point, she did surrender, her eyes telling him that anything she had to give, and more, was his for the taking. And then the pleasure became too much for her, too heavy, the heat inside her loins too unbearable, and she began to lose the strength to even keep her eyes open, and they began to drift closed as the pleasure began to tighten and build towards the climax.

  Heron twisted his hand in her hair and pulled her face up to his. “Don’t close them, Little Pussy. Don’t close your eyes to me. Keep them open.”

  Obediently, Riley struggled to l
ift her lids but could only open them half way. They were dilated, almost completely delirious, unseeing. And then they began to drift close again.

  “I want to see your eyes, Riley,” Heron said harshly. He wanted, needed to see those gray-hazel eyes the moment she felt him making her his, which would be the moment when she felt his liquid scald her dark depths. He wanted to see his possession of her wipe out in her eyes that maddening, bewitching, knowing look that was so often there whenever she directed them to him.

  “Open your eyes, Little Pussy. I want you to know who it is that is inside you, when I take you,” he growled.

  Heron thrust deeply inside Riley, causing her to cry out sharply, arching her body on the bed. Hearing the command, her eyes fluttered opened, and then closed again when he invaded her again.

  “Keep them open, puss!”

  Riley shuddered. “I…I can’t.” And then she opened them partially, then closed them again when Heron gave another deep thrust, arching on the bed, gasping, then opened them again fractionally. When the gray-hazel eyes were partially open to him, they were glazed over and the heavy pleasure that filled her prevented her from bringing anything into focus.

  Heron himself was struggling to remain surfaced above the dark pleasure that was threatening to submerge his mind. The part that was used to being in control of his being wanted to stop his fucking so that he could regain his fast slipping hold on his senses. But his body would not stop the unrelenting thrust and push into Riley’s small, luscious body, the tight pleasure that rushed into his loins driving him to seek her depth over and over. And when he heard her sob, feel beneath his her body shiver every time he plunged into her, and when her feminine walls clasped at his every invasion, Heron felt a small satisfaction of retribution that he was causing her such torment for the way she had taunted him from the very beginning, and for tantalizing him with her eyes and her body the first time she had shaken her naked tail at him. And he wanted to be able to hold himself back, and enjoy the sex from an emotional and mental distance, and enjoy observing Riley enduring erotic suffering. But the pleasure from taking her was drawing him into the net, as well, so that he was tormented by Riley while tormenting her.

  Suddenly, Riley gave a prolonged sob when she felt the pleasure swell long and hard, then clenched her teeth and shuddered again when Heron plunged deeply inside her, piercing right into the erotic tension of loins, causing her to cry out again. As he continued to move in and out of her depths, the pleasure swelled over and over again, harder and tighter as he quickened his plunges, his own body tightening in preparation for its absolution. The tension inside Riley broke and dissolved, and she cried out as her body shook in the throes of her orgasm. Heron’s body followed soon after, his low, animal cries torn from his throat, his buttocks reared up and then plunged deep again, even as he spilled his semen into Riley’s swollen depths, his hands clutching at her thighs in desperate, bruising grips, imprisoning them so that he could be cradled by them as he surrendered his whole being to pleasure, and gave her his maleness.

  When their bodies calmed from their orgasms, both were left very exhausted, the two instantly went to sleep, Riley still lying on her back where Heron had left her, and he beside her lying face down.

  CHAPTER NINE

  A few hours later, Riley was stirred awake by the unfamiliar feeling of something heavy laying against her back and legs. Her body started when she realized that it was Heron who was pressing against her, his arms across her waist anchoring her to him and his legs threaded through hers. His face was pressed against her nape so that she could feel his warm even breath on her neck.

  Normally, Riley didn’t mind waking up in a man’s arms after a night of sex. But this was Heron Wait, her brother-in-law, a man with whom she had an antagonistic relationship while he had been engaged to her sister.

  It was only a few weeks ago that she realized that there was an intense sexual attraction between them. Last night, they had both mindlessly acted upon that attraction. And it had been a very disturbing experience for Riley. Never had she been so completely overwhelmed by a man in bed as she had been by Heron, so much so that she had lost all sense of propriety and boundaries, letting her passion for him rule her completely, letting him rule her body completely. And it had been frightening. She suddenly didn’t know who she was.

  She had never behaved the way she had with Heron. Never had she displayed her body so blatantly the way she had for him, dressing herself to flaunt and shake her large breasts and buttocks under his eyes, and in front of so many of her guests and employees. And she had let him fondle her body openly, letting him squeeze her naked buttocks with his hands in a crowded bar, and never protesting but just the opposite by shaking her buttocks to let him know how pleasurable his touch was. And she had worn a butt plug for him with a black tail protruding from between her cheeks, letting everyone know what was inside her rectum. And then she had let Heron suckle on her tits while masturbating her in the bar, bringing her to climax so that she could spill her juices in his hands.

  Riley remembered the time Heron had called her a whore, and that was exactly how she had acted with him. A whore. But not for money, but for his touch, his kiss, his body, his long, fat dick. Him. She had whored herself for him, for anything he would give her.

  Shaken in light of this part of her that she never knew existed, Riley felt the need to put some distance between she and Heron. With some effort, she pulled her legs free of his long ones and slipped out of his arms and rose from the bed. From the dim light outside, she could tell that the night was approaching dawn.

  As she walked around the room, hunting for some clothes to cover, Riley saw the black snaky tail on the floor, and realized that sometime in the night, Heron had taken her tail out of her anus. Quickly, she began to gather up a top, pants, and undergarments. She was hunting for panties when she heard a low voice behind her.

  “What are you doing?”

  Riley froze, then slowly turned, clutching her clothes to her chest. Heron was propped on one elbow, his eyes heavy with sleep, his black hair tousled. His naked torso was bare, the blankets covering him from the waist down.

  “I…I…I’m leaving,” Riley began. She cursed herself then said more firmly, “I have to go home.”

  Heron lifted his hand to push his thick hair from his eyes, and he did so, she could see the hard muscles in his arms and chest flexing, and it made her remember how easily he had held her, even as she was writhing in his hands, while plunging his penis into her over and over. And she could feel the heat begin to ooze in her loins.

  “Hmmmm. Why?” Heron inquired.

  Riley was lost for a moment for the answer. “It’s almost morning. And I need to get home,” she ended lamely. “I wasn’t going to just leave you here, without saying goodbye.”

  “You weren’t?”

  “No. I was going to…leave you a note.” She winced even as she heard herself.

  “Well, I want you to stay.”

  Riley shook her head adamantly. “No. I can’t stay.”

  Heron tilted his head. “Where is it that you need to be at five o’clock in the morning?”

  She lied baldly, “I need to get ready for tomorrow. There are a lot of things to do when opening up a bar everyday. Besides, I think it’s best that I do go.”

  Heron looked at her through half-closed eyes. “I don’t want you to go. I want you to stay with me.”

  Riley’s heartbeat began to speed up, because she was seeing the hard sexual heat beginning to ignite in his dark eyes. She began to back away, towards the door. She knew that if she did not get away soon, she would be trapped, and taken again. And she did not know if she would be able to withstand again the erotic havoc that Heron caused to her body.

  He pushed the bed covers and stood up, completely naked, a patient, almost indulgent expression on his face. “I’m not ready to let you go quite just yet, Riley. I want your little pussy again, and I mean to have it.”

  Riley’s
eyes widened with shock as he stood before her, clutching her clothes tighter to her breasts. In the low, morning light, he was so much taller and larger than last night, and much more muscled than she had realized. His arms and chest bulged with them, his shoulders very broad and thick. His legs were so long, the thighs thick and densely muscled, which had allowed him to easily hold her legs apart while he rutted between them. Then her eyes rested on his penis and she shivered when they took in the immense size of it. She knew it was the biggest one she had ever had inside her. It must be at least eight inches, probably nine, and very thick in circumference. And it was hard and aroused at the moment, standing up angrily out of the black nestle of pubic hair. Riley stared at the engorged penis then shuddered again as she remembered how it had plunged deep inside her over and over. When she lifted her eyes up to Heron, there was a small feral smile on his lips, and there was a dull flush to his face that was set into a hard sexual mask.

  Heron reached out his hand. “Come here, Little Pussy.”

  “Stop calling me that,” she said shakily, taking another step back. Such nicknames were meant to be affectionate, but when he called her that, she knew affection was the last of Heron’s intention.

  “I’m sorry, but don’t you like being called that? It’s because your pussy is so ripe and giving that I can’t help but call you Little Pussy. It’s a perfect name for a woman like you, Riley.”

  He took a step forward and she took one back. The small smile on his face thinned and hardened. “I said come here, Little Pussy. Now, don’t make me come and get you. You know that will only make things worse for you.”

  Riley shivered at his threat, but she knew she had no choice. She would not be able to move fast enough to make her escape, and if she tried, and he caught her, he would make her suffer such erotic torment one from which she might never recover.

  Bracing herself, her body shuddering a little in anticipation of she was to come, she dropped her arms, letting the clothes fall to the floor.